Size Queen House Slaves Ch. 6 - Sex Stories

Size Queen House Slaves Ch. 6

... to cause Dad grief, but Nell, he did say Mom had freedom to do what she wants."

"You don't get it, Bro. The thought of you and Mom behind his back never crossed his mind. He should have been fully informed." Nell acted like she was ready to tell, except she didn't want to be the messenger. She couldn't handle Dad either breaking down or turning into concrete.

"I'll judge what to tell your father." Mom cut in. "I'm the one who understands how to negotiate with him. I've been doing it for nearly twenty five years. However, I'm not going to discuss the details with you inexperienced, brilliant brats. You're so smart, you'll come up with a dozen plausible reasons to inform your father - all dangerously wrong!" She heaved in a full breath. "Nell, I can't stop you from telling him I'm having sex on the side with our son, but I warn against it. You father enjoys the mystery -- is all I'll say for now."

"It's just not fair." Nell had ran out of clever reasons.

"No." I thought of something not too stupid to say. "Human sexuality isn't about fairness." I reiterated. "It's the fetish's fault."

Mom hissed through her nose. "I'm going to shower." She headed inside.

"Don't you dare parade that dick anymore." Nell hissed through her teeth. She refused to let me be the last one standing.

I trailed her exit with, "I'll look up monasteries with vacancies."

***

The other shoe landed on the second night of Dad's virtual weekend. He said, "Mother, I ordered pizza. Would ...

... you be kind enough to pick it up?" It was not a normal request. Usually Nell or I drove to fetch meals. Mom didn't hesitate. She was out the door, keys in hand, within seconds.

"Good ruse, Dad." Nell's sarcasm was in excellent form. "She'll never guess what you want to talk to us about."

"Nope. Never." He swiveled in his lounge to confront his adult children. "But I'm not doing the talking here. Nell, you're holding back a lot of rage. Let it out."

Nell's greatest weakness was Dad's no bullshit conversations. It took her a second to find words. "It's fine if you and Mom play around. I'm not a kid who needs a mated pair for parents. Craig's ears won't melt, either. But society at large has its stupid hooks in me. I don't like it, even if I know it's consensual. Worse, I think it's extra stress you don't need in your life. We brats, your job, and the more import job of being married to that woman-" She sighed angrily. "Is more than a fair share of hair loss. THAT's how I feel."

Dad was balding in the time dishonored way. The four lane highway paved over his skull swerved at me. "I think you, Craig, are less angry but more nervous. What can I tell you, to ease your concerns?"

Twin laser beams burned into the side of my neck. I tried my best to ignore Nell's enmity. "I don't know, Dad. I understand the scenario but haven't a clue about procedure. What should I do? How should I act?"

MAYBE NOT FUCK AROUND WITH HIS WIFE! Nell didn't need telepathy to trigger that ...