"Things are different now, you are home for good and we can set up a life together," Bree cooed at Tim.
"But Bree, you have been having sex with my, well you with whom."
"Tom looked after me whilst you were away, made sure no young guy stole me away from you whilst you were away for 4 years and this is how you repay him."
"I, uhh, well..."
"He risked his marriage; he sacrificed time with your mother to make sure I was ok."
"But he humiliated me."
"You need to be tough to survive in the army. He has always worried about you being soft. You need to fight for your woman. It is your choice though, marry me or we move on."
"I want to marry you. You are perfect. Promise me you will be faithful."
Bree leant forward and started manipulating his balls and tiny cock in his trousers. "You love me don't you? You do trust me, don't you Timmy?"
A small wet patch spread across his trousers due to her skilful manipulation:
"Of course I do Bree."
.......................
"Hi Tim, son, it's your father" Tom said over the phone. "Looking forward to the big day next Saturday?"
"Of course, dad. I was thinking that the 2 of us will start afresh, move somewhere new."
"Is that .... uhh... because I fucked Bree whilst you were away?"
"What was that noise, where are you?"
"Just working out at the gym ... uhh, uhh, ok son."
"Oh ok."
"I forbid you to move away, your mother needs you close by. Ohh Jesus, son I am really getting a good workout this evening. Is Bree there?"
"No, she is out."
"You do trust me, don't you son?"
"Well I suppose I do, Bree explained..."
"Fuck yes!!" Tom exclaimed. Just beat my personal best son."
"At what?"
"Son I have to go, see you, ahh, soon."
Tom wasn't at the gym, but he was getting quite a workout. Bree was sitting under his desk manipulating his huge cock and balls and giving him the sloppiest sexiest blow job and tit wank ever. Tim thought about whether he could trust his father, he decided that he did and that he should stay for the good of the family, Bree had explained the sacrifice his father had made and he felt guilty for not understanding this earlier.
.........
A few days later the family dinner had finished and much wine had been consumed. Tom had spent most of the evening sliding his hands over Bree's perfect thighs under the table whilst she toyed with his log in his trousers.
Tim sat there oblivious but Doreen knew what was happening and had snapped inside. She left the room and returned with a can of petrol.
"I will not let you make a fool out of me and my son," she screamed. She chucked the can and lit a match. Within seconds flames were everywhere but Tom, as an ex SAS man had been quick enough to beat the flames and dive for the door. He looked back, Tim had saved his mother and pulled her to the one corner of the room where there were no flames. Bree also had made it to this one temporary safe haven as smoke, heat and flames filled the room.
Bree's life had always been perfect, it couldn't end in such a horrific way. Anything, anyone she had ever wanted, she got.
Tom grabbed an axe and headed upstairs, two strong blows and he had smashed a hole in the ceiling into the room where there was a growing inferno. He looked through the smoke at the 3 of them.
"Save my son. You only have seconds left, I can't breath, it is so hot" Doreen shouted.
"I will, Tim, grab this sheet" he shouted tying it into a makeshift knotted rope which he hoped should stay strong enough not to rip and would make it possible to climb.
