THIS IS A STORY OF PURE FICTION. ALL RELEVANT CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18. PLEASE ENJOY.
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"SHIT!"
Standing in my kitchen with my son Colton's hands cupping my tits after having come up from behind me from throwing away some evidence, my husband James sat stone-faced at the kitchen table.
Seeing our 270 lb. son, in just a pair of shorts, and myself in my unbuttoned dress, lace bra up and over my tits, as well as my cum stained nylons with runs down my inner thighs, James swirled the wine in the glass.
With disbelief clearly apparent on his face, I expected him to react in a violent fashion. Seeing the content, yet serious look in Colton's face contrary to the exhaustion in mine, James simply stood up from the table, downed the wine and began toward the front door.
Stopping at the open door, Jim said one simple sentence that changed the trajectory of our marriage. "He needs to be out of this house by the time the girls and I get home." And with that, he left.
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The fallout of our illicit affair was swift. Jim kicked Colton out of the house. I wanted, desperately to fight my husband on that, but knowing the damage already caused, Colton was the "cooler head that prevailed." After Jim had left to go and get our girls, I cried in Colton's arms.
"I'm sorry, baby," my sobs, pronounced. "Oh my God what have we done!" Surveying what once was a serene, quiet evening, with the background set up for a romantic dinner, the air had suddenly grown into quiet pandemonium. "Honey, what's happening?" I asked, my eyes full of tears.
Colton, the ever-loving young man I've cultivated into a kind hearted, sincere individual, pushed the loose hair over my ear. "Mom, it's best I go. For your sake, the girls sake," he pointedly said.
"I'll call your Aunt Penny and see if you can stay there," I said, hope filling my cloudy eyes, trying to calm the storm.
"Mom, I need to handle this myself. If I'm here, you might see dad and me get into fisticuffs and I know you detest violence, right?" The seriousness in his face removed some doubt, but I was still concerned where he would go.
"But where will you go? How will I know you're safe?" I lovingly quipped, with my hand tenderly holding his face.
In typical Colton fashion, he tried making light of the situation. "Remember, you need to get a morning after pill right? You look exhausted." Surveying the MILF that he'd spent a good portion of the afternoon fucking, he turned to start packing his things.
Forcing out a chuckle, I replied, "You're the reason for my exhaustion, young man."
As he made the trek up to his bedroom, I sat at the table and rubbed my temples.
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After that day, I ended up going to my sister Penny's house a couple hours away. Jim didn't say the dreaded "D-word" immediately. Rather, when he and the girls arrived home from their symposium, Jim, not wanting to fight with our girls in the house simply told me it was better if I left. He was in no position to look at me, see me, deal with me, be in my presence. For 2 long weeks, I waited for the call, text, or meeting declaring our marriage over, and him wanting a divorce.
Hearing your wife and your grown son mating in your marital bed and her, seemingly, in unbridled seductive ecstasy, was grounds enough to end our marriage.My daughters were old enough to understand why Colton wasn't there anymore, and why I was at my sister's. Explaining to them, in a PG version of mom not adhering to her wedding vows, I understood my daughters being upset with me and how I damaged our family.
On a Thursday afternoon I'd received a call at Penny's house from Jim, saying we needed to talk. Giving me a brief idea, I agreed to coming to the house on Saturday as the girls were going to be away at their ColorGuard practice. Still not hearing the "D-word", I was a bundle of nerves.
Saturday arrives and I pull into my the driveway. Walking to the front door, I found myself ringing the doorbell. Having lived in this house the past 20 years, I felt like a guest, coming up to the door. Opening the door, I saw my husband. Not saying a word, he moved aside and I walked in. Walking to the couch, I sat down. Seeing my husband for the first time since that fateful day, I was on pins and needles. Seeing an awkward, eerie peace about him, he soon broke the ice.
"Let's just cut to the chase, Kay," He muttered.
"I thought HEAVILY, about divorcing you. Your actions were abominable, disgusting. I don't want to hear your excuses, the 'whys', nothing. The ONLY reason I have not filed for divorce is simple. I wanted to hear what the girls thought." Taking his words in, I nodded understandingly.
"The girls want you in their lives. They said they desperately want you to stay here, to be their mother, and I relented for THEIR sake. THEIR desires and wants, for now, trump my disgust I have for you."
As the shame built up in me, hearing those words of disgust, disappointment and hurt, I tried to speak. "Jim I..."
Holding his hand up, his voice rose a little. "Just listen. DO NOT SPEAK. What I am proposing to you, is because of our daughters. You will either accept these parameters or not, but I don't want to hear anything out of you. Are we understood?" As tears began to well up, I nodded, in surrender.
"1. You will be staying in the guest bedroom from now on. You can move your clothing and whatever else you need; 2. Our dealings are strictly on a co-parenting basis. I expect our dealings to be cordial. Do not bring up his name or anything to do with the past; 3. I will check your phone and social media on a continual basis. ANY trying to reach out to him will bring immediate revocation of this agreement; Finally, unless it deals with this home or our daughters, do not initiate conversation with me. If there is anything needing talked about, I will initiate. These are the parameters," He spelled out. Closing, he said, "All I want is a simple acceptance or denial of these demands."
Processing what was just said to me and thankful my daughters did what they did for me, in a quiet, acceptant tone, I uttered, "Yes, I accept. Thank you."
"One more thing," He added. "When Katie turns 18, divorce proceedings will begin."
Not surprisingly, I knew we had no future, but for our daughters sake, it was best I stay. With Penny living 2 hours away, that was too far for me to be away from my kids. With that he got up, and left my presence.
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Slowly, a routine developed. I settled into my new role. Understanding, any slip-up meant an automatic divorce, I danced a careful dance in my own home. I resumed my homemaking duties of cooking, cleaning, etc.
A couple weeks after Jim and I spoke, I developed severe morning sickness. Hoping it was just a bug, I went about as if I just had flu. But as the days went on, I kept having the symptoms. "Oh God, no." I'd thought to myself. Already knowing my predicament, I scheduled an appointment with my OB.
2 days later, my suspicions were confirmed. I was pregnant. I was never able to get me the Morning-after pill under the circumstances. Immediately thinking of Colton, I was frightened knowing I would have to inform my husband.
That evening, after I made my family dinner, I I cleaned up the kitchen. After the girls headed up to their respective rooms, I went over to Jim's den. Knocking on the door, he motioned me in.
"Make it quick, I have deadlines to meet at work." Keeping his focus on the computer I walked in.
"I need to inform you of something," I said, flicking the hem of my dress. "I'm... I'm.. Preg.. Pregnant, James."
Looking over the top of his laptop, and with his glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose, he coldly stated, "Good for you, Kay. Please leave my den."
The indifference and the lack of empathy came as a shock. Jim has always been patient in his assessment of things, but how quickly and dismissively he brushed it off just reassured me of the loveless life I now live.
"James, pl...," I tried retorting, but with a wave of his hand, that told me our conversation was over.
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The months had passed and I was showing. Learning I was having a boy, I meticulously went about my days. The neighbors and our friend circle learned of my pregnancy, calling it a miracle. Even as some knew of troubles in our marriage, we played it off as Kay got pregnant at 40, being a joyous occasion. As my relationship with my daughters was slowly improving, James even lightened up just a little on his end. Being told, specifically, he will not be a part of any appointments I may have, he did allow the girls to come with me to my appointments, if they so choose. Thankfully they were thrilled with the idea of having a new baby in the house.
On November, 12th, I gave birth, at 41, to my 4th child, Caleb Michael Price. Weighing in at 9 lbs. 8 oz. and 22 inches, the doctors were amazed that I pushed him out of my petite body. He undoubtedly looked like my son, Colton. Holding my hand were my daughters Olivia and Katie. Going through la maze classes with me, they were my biggest cheerleaders.
The day Caleb was to come home, James suddenly informed me that he was going to pick us up. Learning that my daughters scolded their dad for not being more empathetic during my pregnancy, surprisingly, he showed up. The baby being born had a profound impact on my marriage. Little by little, my husband warmed up to Caleb. After telling me, under no uncertain terms, that he was "my problem", James was becoming more involved in his life. Even though James was loving, and accepting of Caleb, his attitude toward me didn't change. Grateful for his contribution, I could only smile when I'd see my 6 month old bouncing off the knee of my husband while he was doing his work.
One day, I was home alone when the mail carrier came to my door, holding a box. I saw it was addressed to me. Accepting it, I could tell by the writing that it was from Colton. Knowing of the dangers of any correspondence with Colton, I opened the contents. Inside, was a letter and a burner type phone.
Unfolding the letter, it read. "Mom, If you get this, find a way to hide this phone. I know you're still at home, as I've had private investigators make sure you're ok. I don't know if dad's forgiven you or whatever, but I'm not mad. I know my sisters need you and I'm letting you know I am fine. I want to see you, feel you. I need to be with you. You are the most beautiful woman in the world. I have my own apartment now and found work as an apprentice electrician. Its not a lot of money, but I wanted to get a hold of you letting you know I never lost the feelings I developed for, and still have, for you. Love, Colton."
As tears filled my eyes, I fixated on 2 particular sentences. "I need to be with you and to feel you." As well as, "the feelings I developed for you." Hitting me like a thunderbolt, I realized Colton was in love with me. His mother.
Yes, I know it should bother me, but I had willingly spread my legs for him, multiple times, for 4 months after he turned 18. I was more shocked by his admission. Looking at my wedding ring and the fact I was still married to his father, albeit in a loveless, intimacy lacking marriage, I let a loving smile purse my lips. "I'll make sure you see mama, baby," I said to myself.
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I'm sure many of you have thought, "How in blazes did this "Christian" woman, find herself in this situation?" It's a very complicated, long- fought dilemma that I will gladly share with you.
