-PREVIOUSLY: Anneka spent the night at Jessica’s house. In the morning, Jess went to Oliver’s house to break up with him, only to find that he was masturbating. He ejaculated onto her pants, pissing her off, so she dumped him and went home.-
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Realizing that a tremendous weight had been listed off my shoulders, I was downright cheery as I walked back into my house.
Inside, Anneka was sitting at the table eating pancakes with my parents, wearing one of my old pajama sets. All three of them stopped their happy chatting when I walked in, turning their heads to look at me.
My mom's smile fell off her face as she looked down at my pants.
"Oh my gosh, Jessica! Is that semen?!"
I felt blood rush to my cheeks, and though I couldn't see myself, I could guess that my face had turned crimson red. I should have wiped the stuff off before I came inside. It was stupid of me not to, especially when I had paper towels conveniently stashed in my glove compartment.
"Jess, explain yourself!" My father exclaimed. Anneka looked awkwardly between us.
My parents were super conservative christians, they even sent me to catholic school. They were the kind of people that turned up their noses at the thought of premarital sex, birth control, and sex-ed. The whole subject of "physical intercourse" was taboo in our house, which meant that I had learned everything I knew about fucking from the pornos Oliver had shown me when we first got together freshman year.
"I...uh, I..." I stuttered, struggling to come up with a decent explanation.
My father had stood up, arms crossed over his chest. "I'm waiting."
I gulped and took a deep breath. What could I say? I was pregnant with one guy, and had another guys cum on my jeans--not to mention that I had rammed the girl standing between my parents with a 10 inch dildo just the previous night.
"Mom, Dad..." I squeaked. I wasn't scared of a lot, but I was scared of them.
My mother stood up and put an arm around my father, an ice-cold look on her face.
"Spit it out, Jessica. Explain yourself."
As I was struggling with my words, Anneka shot out of her seat.
"I was craving ice-cream, so I asked Jessie to get me a frosty. And, uh, she's such a good friend, so she went. Isn't that nice? But...she must have spilled it on the car ride over. That's why there's white stuff on her jeans." The redhead explained, looking anxiously from me to my parents.
My dad looked convinced, but something in my mom's face told me that she was still skeptical of my best friend's story. My suspicions were confirmed when I saw her move away from her husband, making her way right towards me.
I started to back up as she got closer, but she stopped me by grabbing my wrist and holding me in place. Her eyes were like that of a wolf going in for a kill. I shivered.
Before I could process what was happening, my mom was crouched down beneath me, her tongue feeling its way out of her mouth. I had no chance to stop her before her tongue was sliding across my jeans, on my upper thigh, where Oliver's cum was.
She licked the stuff up as I simply stared, shocked and at a loss for words. When my jeans were completely clean, she stood up, seemingly satisfied with herself.
Anneka and I waited with baited breath. After concentrating for a minute and licking her lips, my mother nodded and turned around, looking at my father.
"It's cum."
Outrage flared on my dad's face, and he slammed his fists down on the dining room table, shaking the plates and silverware.
"Jessica!" He boomed. Anneka shrunk back into her seat beside him, a look of sheer terror on her face. "Is that Oliver's?" My father demanded.
"Y-yes!" I gasped, shaking.
My mom crossed her arms and looked at me. "I knew he was a pig." She scoffed.
My father, who had always loved Oliver, shook his head. "You're lying. He was a perfect gentleman."
Of course my parents didn't believe me. They never did. "No, Daddy, I swear, it's his cum! I'd never cheat on him!"
My father let out a sound that resembled a growl, and angrily walked toward where I was standing with my mother. "And how do I know that you're not a little whore fucking the whole town!?"
My mom stood infront of my protectively. "Ethan! Language!"
Ethan, my father, pushed her out of the way. "Answer me! Are you a whore?! A cheating slut?!"
I felt tears welling up in my eyes. "I'm not a whore, Daddy..."
I think the thing about his accusations that hurt me the most were that they were true. I was a slut.
My dad grabbed both my arms. "Admit it. You're a sinner."
I turned to my mom, desperately wishing for her to intervene and help me. My pleading look, however, was only responded to with her cold detachment. I looked at my feet in guilty resignation. "I'm a sinner."
"Confess." My father growled. "To everything."
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Anneka giving me a sympathetic look.
Confessions had always been something my father forced my mother and I to participate in. They were a variation on the catholic confession to a priest, in which the sinner bowed down to Ethan, recounted their misdoings in detail, apologized, and accepted their punishment. Punishment was always determined by my father, and he enforced his will with no lack of harsh repercussions.
I got down on my knees, as I always did for confessions in our household, and cleared my throat.
"I am a sinner. I lost my virginity to Oliver in 9th grade. We've had oral and traditional sex regularly since then. Not too long ago, he fingered me in a public space, and I had my orgasm for all to see. Soon after Anneka began dating Mason, I started having sexually explicit daydreams about him. I did not act on these erotic thoughts until last weekend, when I allowed him to, erm, fuck me in the front seat of his car. We did not use a condom, and he impregnated me."
My mother gasped at that.
"After I found out about the pregnancy, I had sex with Oliver. I lied and told him that he was the father. The next day, Anneka performed oral sex on me in the PE locker room."
My parents eyes shot daggers at her, who was sitting helplessly at the dining room table.
"Yesterday, I had sex with Mason in a bathroom during school. Last night, I used a sex toy to pleasure Anneka in my bedroom. This morning, I went to Oliver's house to break up with him, and he jerked off his cum onto my jeans. Forgive me father for I have sinned. Amen."
I looked up expectantly. My mother had put her hand up to her mouth in shock. Anneka was looking between me and the front door, probably formulating an escape plan. My father was staring down at me, eyebrows in a dramatic arch. I had never seen him so angry before.
"I knew it. I knew that you were a slut."
I was trembling, and I felt a tear slide down my cheek. "Please Daddy, please forgive me...I'm not a bad person!"
He chucked sinisterly. "Not a bad person? You let your best friend's boyfriend impregnate you."
"Ex-boyfriend! He broke up with her last night!"
He rolled his eyes and placed his hands on his hips. "But they were still dating at the date of conception, were they not?"
I bowed my head, mortified. "Yes, father."
