The Adventures of a Slut Mommie.
Chapter 9: The Mother and Child Reunion.
Hello readers. I hope you're still enjoying my adventures. It's sometimes hard to know because although many people read them, very few comment. I wish more people would take the time to write and tell me what they enjoyed and where they thought I'd erred. However, I'm grateful to everyone who has taken the time to read my story. I thank each and every one of you!
If you remember, my last episode finished with my best friend, Kath Loughlin, and I spending the night fucking a young musician. That was the culminating event of four days of delicious debauchery for my oldest friend and me. The following day, I returned home to find that my husband had moved most of my clothing and personal items into our guestroom. This 'room' was actually a series of rooms designed to be the maid's quarters. There is a separate combined laundry, bathroom, and toilet, a small kitchenette with a stovetop and microwave oven and a lounge area with a couch that pulls out into a double bed.
Although I'd refused to acknowledge to my husband how much this action hurt me, I was devastated that my nearly twenty-year marriage seemed to be over. Sean had stated he wanted to seek marriage counselling, but it appeared to me that he had already decided to divorce me and was 'going through the motions' so he could lie to our kids and say he'd done his best to get past my 'indiscretion', as he called it, with my rapists Frank, Jerry (Jumbo II), Charlie, and Evan (Tiny).
I made it to the guestroom before collapsing, but as soon as I shut the door, my tears flowed, and I bawled like a baby as I rested against it.
That, my friends, is where we take up my story.
I'm unsure how long I leant against that door crying my eyes out, but I eventually ran out of tears and staggered to my feet. Dropping my clothes behind me, I crawled into bed, wrapped the quilt around me and fell into an exhausted sleep. The last four days had been an erotic masterpiece, but this morning's emotional fallout had floored me.
I awoke alone the following day, feeling like my life was an emotional wasteland. I wasted some time cursing Edgar Fontaine, but I knew the blame lay within my slutty, incestuous, and submissive nature. Edgar couldn't make me do anything I wasn't morally capable of doing. Therefore, all he did was release the inner slut that raged within me. I'd 'let the genie out of the bottle', and now I had to pay the price.
At the end of the day, I did excuse Sean for his many dalliances. After all, that is what I signed up for when I married him. My mother told me many times that Sean would take lovers and to not let it bother me, just as she didn't let my father's many affairs bother her. She even suggested that I take lovers, too. But, she explained, I'd need to ensure that my husband never found out because he'd never accept me once he knew another man's cock had been inside me. I was finding out the bitter truth of that first-hand.
I made myself shower and do my hair and makeup, although I dressed more demurely than I typically do. I own several conservative dresses to wear for events like funerals where dressing provocatively is unacceptable. This morning, I'd chosen my purple lace patchwork half-sleeve dress. Although this dress clung to my shapely figure gorgeously, it showed no skin at all except for part of my shins.
Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and walked confidently to the kitchen. Sean was there, but he already had toast in his hands. He looked at me through pained eyes, turned his back and walked out. Through the window, I saw him cross to the outside entrance of his new offices and go upstairs.
Suppressing a sigh, I put on a brave smile and brightly asked, "Who wants breakfast?"
Johnny and Kristy both looked at me sorrowfully but put their sadness aside before my forced cheeriness and put their breakfast orders in. Johnny requested sausages, eggs and mushrooms. Kristy asked if I was eating and suggested we share an Acai bowl.
"Dad got up before you, Mom?" Johnny asked as he ate. "That's unusual."
In a brittle voice, I replied, "We didn't sleep together last night, Johnny. Your father has banished me to the guestroom at least until we see the counsellor next Thursday."
They both gasped before Kristy said, "He's being a dick, Mom. I'll go and talk to him."
"You'll leave well enough alone, Missy," I stated firmly. "You are not to take sides between your father and me because, at the end of the day, I have been unfaithful to your father, and he has every right to cast me aside."
"I can't believe you're defending him, Mom," Kristy exasperatedly replied.
"Let me see," I said heatedly. "I'm fucking Frank Pritchard, Tiny, Jumbo II, and Charlie. You and I went to a sex on premises venue and blew two complete strangers. Oh, and don't forget I'm also fucking both my children! Yet, I also forget that you and I have fucked Caoimhe..." I suddenly realised that I'd said the part about blowing guys in the sex store and fucking my son's best friend's sister in front of my son.
"Good on you, Mom!" Kristy hissed. "Do you want to confess that you've fucked Johnny's girlfriend, her sister, mother, and Juana, too?"
She stormed off as I turned guiltily towards my son. I expected to see anger and blame in his eyes, but instead, Johnny chuckled and said, "You forgot that you've also had sex with Jennifer and Charmaine!"
"I'm not blameless in your father's and my problems, Johnny," I whispered. "I was raised to accept extramarital affairs as the norm for a woman in my position. Your father was raised to expect that his wife would remain dutiful and obedient only to him. Yes, it's a double standard, but it's one that I willingly accepted when your father and I married."
"I'm curious, Mom," Johnny asked. "If you weren't pregnant with me, would you have married Dad anyway?"
Despite my sadness, I giggled and replied, "Only since first grade have I wanted your father as my husband, Johnny. Then, when we were nine and seven, Kath and I set out to catch Sean for me and Mike for her. Nothing that's happened since has changed my mind that we were meant for each other."
"Then we have to ensure that Dad understands that, Mom," my son mused. "I think Kristy and I need to show a united front with you and refuse to talk to Dad until he comes to his senses."
"You will do no such thing!" I exclaimed. "Your relationship with your father cannot be undermined by taking sides against him. He has done nothing wrong to you or your sister, and it's totally unfair of you to take sides against him."
Johnny grinned and answered, "The advantage of being over eighteen, Mom, is that I no longer have to take your advice!"
With that, he turned and walked out the door. A few minutes later, he waved at me from the hall leading to the foyer, got in his car, and left. Johnny had his camera slung around his neck, so I assumed he would meet Phil and Freddy and take more pictures for their burgeoning photography business.
I had nothing to do. Something utterly foreign to me. There was almost always something that needed cleaning or washing—a garden bed to till or weed. Either Johnny or Sean did our lawn, but even if they didn't, it was still too short to bother mowing again. At a loss for how to fill in my time so I didn't break down sobbing again. I got in my car and drove around. I considered going back to the SOP venue and seeing if Betty wanted to play again, but I didn't think that indulging in more hedonistic sex was the answer to my despair.
Eventually, almost unknowingly, I pulled into my parents' driveway. Although Mom and I spoke on the phone regularly, we hadn't seen each other face-to-face for over three months. That was mainly my fault because Dad tended to forget I was a married woman of nearly thirty-nine years and expected me to still bow to him as I did when I lived under his roof. That, and the fact my pussy still clenched and dripped when he spoke firmly to me, kept me away for long periods.
Opening the front door, I walked through the house, looking for Mom. From the kitchen, I heard the unmistakable sounds of an abdomen crashing into an ass. Thinking Mom and Dad were fucking, I tiptoed to the end of the hall so I could watch. The thrill of this forbidden view excited me as much as it did when I spied on them in my younger years, and that little tingle I felt at the beginning of my arousal turned quickly into a blazing fire.
Reaching the end of the hall, I carefully peered around the corner only to find it wasn't my father fucking my mother. A man had Mom bent over the kitchen table, her dress pulled above her ample bottom, and her breasts swinging free. His large, dirt-covered hands gripped her big breasts. As I watched, he squeezed her mounds and pulled her back onto his thick cock.
A small gasp escaped my mouth, and I quickly ducked back to ensure I wouldn't be seen if I'd been heard. I knew I should have left, but the erotic sight of my mother being roughly fucked by a man a third her age had me hotter than three inches from Hades' furnaces. So, instead, I walked back to the previous entryway and quietly made my way through the living room until I could see into the kitchen again.
This time, as I peered around the corner, Mom had rolled onto her back. The man was between her thighs with Mom's legs thrown over his shoulders. Instead of gripping her whole mounds, the man had pinched Mom's nipples between his fists and thumbs and was mercilessly twisting and pulling them as he thrust vigorously into her squelching pussy.
"Harder!" Mom demanded as the guy pounded her pussy. "Fuck me harder!" With a deep growl, the man began thumping into Mom with everything he had.
As I watched this sensually erotic event, my left hand lifted my dress and pulled my panties down. My right thumb flew over my clit as my fingers delved into my searing cunt.
