The Family BBC - Chapter 6 - Sex Stories

The Family BBC - Chapter 6

... fell on my butt, if you have to know. There's some bruising, and I'm a little stiff. I'll be fine."

Peg had seen me hobble slightly. "Good." She took her backpack to her room and shut the door.

"You know you could help her!" Ridley yelled into the hall.

"Mom needs to do it. It's called rehabilitation." Was her emphatic, unsympathetic reply.

"Mom! Make her go to bed without supper!" He demanded. I had never punished my children that way, rarely punishing them at all, which was partly the reason I had fallen into the evil situation I desperately tried to hide from my children.

"Then there'll be enough roast for us and Dad!" He beamed with pride.

I ended up cutting my share of the roast and splitting it with Peg during dinner.

"Mom, my body is growing up, I need more food than this." She complained. I had given her half servings of potatoes, peas, carrots, before sharing my roast, because she usually complained that I was fattening her.

George, who had been quieter than usual around the family for the past few days, surprised me. "Maybe you're growing in the wrong direction." He had heard her complain about "all the food" I forced her to eat. I held back a chortle.

"Peg's getting fa-at!" Ridley gloated and sang.

"Suck it, Brat! I bet you caused Mom's fall today."

George and I locked eyes.

"Leen, maybe I'm the one getting fat. I need you to measure me, in our room."

We stood up from the table.

"Now?" Ridley couldn't believe ...

... it.

"You're so naive." Peg snickered but mused aloud. "I wonder what set them off."

George and I entered the room and shut the door, both worried but for different reasons. He went as far as the bathroom, faced me and implored, "You're hurt?"

I couldn't lie to him, though I wanted to spare him. "It's best if you don't ask. It will heal just fine in a few days. It's nothing serious."

"Did that bastard hurt you?"

"If I refuse to answer, will you let it go?"

He grumbled in the back of his throat. "Yes, damnit."

All of a sudden, a horrible scenario occurred to me. If my husband ever got the notion that he could 'save' me, and decided to sacrifice himself for me- I would probably kill myself. I needed him alive and as content as possible during my degrading affair with a much older black man.

"Sit with me." I went the the end of the bed where, hours earlier I had Leland's large cock in my sucking, licking mouth. My husband's incredible, possibly misplaced faith in me moved him to my side. I kept my voice low. "George, I have to make you understand that you absolutely mustn't involve yourself with my evil personality. She will turn against you, every time. What she does with 'that bastard' should be no longer relevant to your marriage to me."

"You can't install a switch in my heart, Colleen." He was incredibly frustrated!

"Yes, I'm being unrealistic, but if you don't train yourself to switch off your feelings when I'm being evil, external forces will eventually ...