Again, I want to thank everyone who took the time to vote. I'm honestly surprised that my storyline is being well accepted. As you can see, I enjoy having some depth in my characters, hence why there has not been intense sex scenes layered throughout the whole storyline so far. And it's becoming obvious now that the mom is not just wanting her son for sex, she wants more. And she realizes her husband is never going to give it to her again.
I want to reiterate that this story is a slow burn. If that's not your cup of tea, then this one is definitely not for you. As always, all characters involved in sexual activities are 18 or older. Any similarities to any actual past, present, or future people are fully unintentional.
So, enough chit-chat, let's continue the saga...
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Chapter 1
Thomas Wells had just arrived home from work late evening and walked into the kitchen only to find his wife Emma and son Jake holding hands. He had no idea what that was all about, but he was about to find out soon when Emma said, "Tom, we need to talk."
Tom put down his briefcase, took off his suit jacket and loosened his tie before sitting down at the kitchen table with his family. Although Jake was 18 now, Tom still looked at him as bit of a mama's boy and not as a man. So, seeing them holding hands, while slightly out of the norm, didn't surprise him. He first looked at Emma, then his son, then back at his wife and asked, "Okay, what do we need to talk about?"
Emma looked at Jake first and gave his hand a quick squeeze before releasing it. "Tom, we need to talk about what's happening to our marriage. Things are not getting better like we, or at least I, had hoped when we moved here." Looking down at her wedding ring, "It seems like this ring only binds us as roommates now. We haven't been intimate since..."
"Woah! Hold on!" Tom quickly said. Gesturing towards their son, "I don't think this is something we should be discussing in front of Jake. Jake, please go upstairs for a while."
"Don't move from the seat, young man." Looking back at her husband, "We most certainly will discuss this in front of Jake, as it affects him just as much as it affects us." Tom was opening his mouth to reply only to snap it shut when Emma gave him a death stare. "Now, while I understand that you are the operating manager at your plant and need to be there for important matters, I can tell you that your work and family life is not balanced equally. We are second fiddle to that place."
"Oh, come on Em, you know that's not true."
Emma chuckled, "Really? If that's not true, after promising Jake, numerous times I might add, that you would take him to the first practice with his new team yesterday, why did you choose work over him...again?"
"I already told you that I got tied up in a new project that we're working on, and I lost track of time."
Emma crossed her arms and tapped her finger against her chin while staring unblinkingly at her husband. Tom tried to stare back at her but failed miserably. Finally, she spoke, "Hmm, I wonder. Do you have your hip waders on, Tom?"
Tom looked confused. "Excuse me?"
Emma dramatically looked under the table quickly before sitting back up straight. "Nope, no hip waders. That's no good, because the pile of shit you're trying to give me stinks, and you're standing right in the middle of it. Try again."
"Emma, what the fuck are you talking about?" he angrily responded.
"Enough of the bullshit, Tom. What's her name?"
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Chapter 2
Both Tom and Jake were stunned when Emma asked that question, but for different reasons. Jake looked at his mom. "Mom, are you saying..." his voice trailed off as he turned his eyes towards his father.
She looked right back at Jake, "Yes, what you're thinking is exactly what I'm saying." She looked back at Tom.
Judging by the look on Tom's face, Emma knew she was on to something. He couldn't keep his eyes on her. He was a very intelligent man and had a quick answer to almost everything. Yet, this time it looked like he struggled to come up with an answer. She raised her eyebrows at him as she waited.
"What do you mean by that? There is no one else."
Emma just shook her head and replied, "Tom, you must think I'm an idiot. I don't believe a word coming out of your mouth. So, is she a local woman? Someone you met while you went to bars with some of your plant's upper management? All I want is a name."
"Em, you know I love you. I would never..."
"Stop lying, Tom! You haven't touched me, or even looked at me, sexually for a year and half! For the first year, I thought it was just the stress of work and how hard you fought for that promotion after finding out about the construction of the new plant. But for the past six months since we've moved, I still never saw or felt the love we once had. Hell, Tom, we lived alone for a month while Jake finished high school. We could have been fucking like jackrabbits!"
Jake sat next to his mom with his head down and could feel how red his face was getting. He tried to get up to leave the room, but Emma just gave him a look forcing him back onto his seat. Turning her head back to her husband, "Here's how it's going to be for now, Tom. Until you decide to fess up to what's really going on, you're moving into the guest bedroom." Emma stood up, leaving the kitchen with parting words, "If you decide to be truthful, then and only then will we discuss where you and I go from there."
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Chapter 3
Tom looked at his parting wife before turning his eyes towards his son. "Jake, what the hell happened today to put her in that mood?"
Jake stood up but didn't immediately leave the room. Leaning on the back of the chair, he looked down on his father. "Dad, if you are cheating on Mom, then you better set it straight by dumping your side piece and begging Mom for forgiveness. But if you aren't cheating, then you better tell her what you're hiding, because it's obviously something big, real big."
After Jake left, Tom could feel himself start breathing heavy and pain in his chest. 'Oh god, am I having a panic attack?' He grabbed a beer from the fridge and chugged half of it down. The pain and heavy breathing slowly went away as he emptied the bottle. He grabbed another one before heading outside to the side of the house, pulling his cellphone along the way. He hit send under Sheila's name and listened as it rang.
"Hello, Tom," she answered in a sultry voice.
"Sheila, Emma knows or at least suspects that I'm cheating on her."
"Well, then it's time to dump her ass and be with me, sweetie."
"You don't understand, Sheila! I lied and said I'm not cheating."
"Does she suspect it's me?"
"No, she doesn't know who it could be."
"Good, so tell her you need a night away by going to a hotel room, but instead you come stay with me, sweetie."
Shocked, he replied, "No, I'm not going to do that! I need to fix this. Sheila..." he hesitated, "...you and I are done. I will help you find another job that pays just as well or even better."
Sheila was furious. "You goddamn motherfucker! You think you can get rid of me that easy? We are not done! You will leave that bitch and be with me or else."
"Or else what?"
"Oh, you'll find out if you try screwing me over." She disconnected the call.
Tom just stared at his phone as he thought, 'I am so fucking screwed.'
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Chapter 4
Jake lightly knocked on his parents' bedroom door, entering after hearing Emma say he could. He found her sitting on the chaise lounge staring out the window. Jake sat down next to her and lightly placed his hand on her shoulder. He quietly asked, "You okay, Mom?" She turned her head to look at him, and he could see tears still flowing down her cheeks. He pulled her in for a hug.
She sobbed into his chest. After a few minutes, she pulled back and whispered, "What have I done?"
"What do you mean, Mom?"
Still feeling the tension from earlier, she hissed back at him, "You know exactly what I mean, Jacob."
Taken aback, Jake still knew what he had to say. "You're talking about you and me." She nodded. "Mom, we can't take back what we did. And to be honest, even though I regretted it this morning, I don't anymore. You deserve to have someone love you, emotionally and physically. And if Dad can't or won't love you, why shouldn't it be me?"
Gently touching his face, "Jake, honey, I should have never seduced you. It was wrong, and it makes me just as bad as your father. He can deny it all he wants, but deep down I know there is someone else. But that doesn't give me the right to do the same thing." She started to cry again. "I am so sorry, honey. I took advantage of you." Her shoulders shook as she started sobbing a second time.
Jake held his mother for a few more minutes until she asked him to go to his bedroom. As he walked out into the hallway, Tom reached the stop of the stairs. They locked eyes for a moment before Jake turned and headed to his own room. Tom entered the master bedroom to find his wife slipping on her silk pajamas. "Emma, I..."
He stopped when he saw her red eyes and flushed face. She whispered, "Tom, please just go into the other bedroom. I don't want to talk anymore. Besides, I have nothing left to say."
Tom nodded as he grabbed an empty laundry basket and filled it with clothes to take to the other room. Right before he walked out, he watched Emma remove her wedding ring and place it in the bedside table drawer. Feeling the tears forming in his eyes, he said, "I love you, Em." He walked out without hearing a response, closing the door behind him on the way out of the room.
Emma heard the door click shut and started sobbing again.
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