The Family BBC - Chapter 6 - Sex Stories

The Family BBC - Chapter 6

... partially lucid dream. I was floating on a river, surrounded by logs, rushed headlong towards the sawmill.

"Momma!" My body shuddered as I woke from Ridley's exclamation of concern.

"What happened?"

"GODS!" I lurched up, curling away, covering my chest, wincing from the the moment my ass twisted upon the leather cushions.

My son ignored my turning from him. He was too astonished. "Your bottom is really dark!"

"RIDLEY!" I shouted. "Get my robe from my bedroom! Now!" I couldn't just leap up and run away naked in front of my youngest child! He hesitated, jaw wanting to speak, but he dashed into the hall. I called after him. "Don't look at me when you come back!"

Seconds later I watched him enter. He took a last peek at my bare back and the red tops of my burning butt cheeks before closing his eyes. He tossed my robe across the room. I didn't dare uncover my right breast to catch it. It landed beside me, and I sorta shrank under it's protection before grabbing it.

"Turn away." I said while standing and wrapping the thick yellow robe around my recently violated body. "Where's your sister?"

"I don't know. She's not here?" It wasn't unusual for Peg to spend time with girlfriends before returning home. My son didn't like that I continued to avoid his question. "Mom! Why is your bottom so dark?"

"Mommy fell in the kitchen. That's why I was resting." It was a quick and shallow lie, but Ridley often favored my words, unless they deprived him of ...

... something.

"Oh." He frowned. "I'm sorry."

"I'm more sorry." I tried humor.

Ridley giggled. The boy was thirteen, but he still giggled like a seven year old.

"You have to be extra sweet while my bum heals, okay?"

Favor didn't give a pass to being manipulated. "I'm always sweet!"

"If only. You have to help make supper tonight."

"Aww."

I proceed to hobble into the kitchen and look through the cupboards and refrigerator. "What should I make?"

"Donuts!"

"We can phone your father to pick up some, but that's not supper." I offered. "There's left over rib roast."

"Okay." He shrugged.

"But there's not enough for everyone."

"You can have my roast."

"Didn't you like it?"

"I like you more." He was genuinely sorry that I had fell and hurt myself. I wasn't used to that amount of empathy from him, even though I had always considered him to be somewhat of a mommy's boy. I supposed every son was a bit of one.

"I didn't break or twist anything." I felt a need to reassure him. "The swelling and bruises will go away in a few days." They would if Leland would stop visiting and calling me out.

Peg arrived while her brother and I were discussing supper. He launched himself at her while she was closing the front door. "You gotta be nice, Peg. Momma got hurt today!" He ran towards her.

"What'd she do, cut her finger?" She mocked him. "Mom!"

I sighed and came to the living room entrance. "Yes?"

"The brat said you're hurt?"

I had to continue the lie. "I ...