Linda's Legacy - Sex Stories

Linda's Legacy

... mouth. It was water, in a plastic tumbler with a lid.

"You fainted, dear."

"Mom..."

"It's okay. I was prepared for this. I fainted, once, too, while in marriage counseling with your father. He confronted me with something ugly that I'd been lying to myself about." She offered me the plate of cookies. "These will help get your blood sugar up."

"How long was I out?"

"About thirty minutes. I'm sure it didn't help that you were tired when you got here. It's almost two in the morning."

"I should go to bed."

"You won't sleep. Trust me."

"I think I will."

"Not if anything I said sounded like what's been rattling around in that bean of yours. It should be pure nightmare fuel. And I think it rang a few bells, didn't it?"

"Uh. Yeah. I guess so."

"You're my child. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. And I'm certain this Richard Taylor is cut from the same cloth as Marc."

Her blue dress in its clear bag was right next to me. They really were the exact same color. I took a cookie and drank more water, not saying anything. Am I my mother's daughter? Am I doomed to ruin every marriage I'm a part of? Do I have such faith in my husband that I take him for granted while I cheat on him with other men? I mean, I haven't cheated. Not yet. Not technically.But you were going to, let's not kid ourselves. Shut up, little voice.No, not this time. You better start paying attention to me or it's lights out for your marriage.

"Little voices arguing in ...

... your head?" She asked.

"How'd you know?"

"That's what happens when you're conflicted. It's a good sign." She sighed. "I'm afraid I had a real talent for shutting down the one that I knew was right."

See?

"I'm supposed to be the one who's a clinical psychologist."

"Didn't you tell me that the one person a clinical psychologist isn't qualified to diagnose and treat is herself?"

"Yes. Stop being right, please."

"Oh, no, no, Emma. I spent most of my life with my head so far up my own butt that I could practically see out my belly button. I know all the things you've been telling yourself about how it's perfectly okay to offer yourself up to another man. 'It's exciting, and it makes me feel alive and worthy. And it's no risk if Bradley doesn't know, but even if he does, he's such a Good Man that he's sure to forgive me or accommodate my indiscretions somehow.' That kind of thinking is a drug. You'll overdose on it and hurt yourself. You might even kill yourself with it. And if it was just you, just your own life, well, that would be tragic, but at least it'd be isolated to you. But it's not. It affects Bradley, too. And Braelyn. And Cayden. And Tommy. And Me. And don't forget your father. Watching three generations of Johnson women fall to the same pattern of self-destruction would be more than he could take."

"Three generations? Nana never cheated on Pe-pop, did she?"

"Not that I know of. But she's not a Johnson, she's a Reed. I was talking about Gamma ...