Size Queen House Slaves Ch. 5 - Sex Stories

Size Queen House Slaves Ch. 5

... nervousness. "Do you hyaenas have any room in your bellies?"

"Sure!" I gulped down the carrot. It hit the mass of food queued up to my stomach. I figured I owed Mom some support.

"Rhubarb!?" Dad's eyes lit up upon sniffing the air. "Start making another one, Hon. I'll just be a minute purging into the toilet. Don't you dare slice it up. I'm not sharing tonight."

Nell wasn't mollified, yet she didn't want to rock our leaking lifeboat. "I guess I can have a small slice."

The three of us still at the table, went into action. We carried our plates and the larger dishes to cover the countertops. I grabbed forks. Dad got out the pie server. Nell pulled out dessert plates. We returned to the table and reforged its purpose. Mom follow us, pie steaming in her oven mitts.

For half a second we were a Norman Rockwell painting on the cover of The Saturday Evening Post. No shit. I used to jack off to the ones that showed a mother and a son in the picture - another example of how fucked up I was.

Mother kept quiet as Dad cut and served slices. Nell elbowed my ribs but seemed more concerned about Dad. I did my best to keep the bullshit flowing. "You know, Dad, I'm a virgin down there. Be gentle with me."

I think that was going to far for the most jocular of fathers. Still he accepted the remark in the silly context it was offered. "You mother's the one who trained mine."

"Stop it, you two!" Mom stood up and slammed her fists on the table!

"Mom?" Sis and I ...

... recoiled.

Dad acted. "Honey, what can I do? What's wrong?"

Mom took a deep breath to calm herself. "Give me a minute, and I'll tell you, Terrance."

"I'll strangle the children if you need peace." Dad wasn't sincere but was totally there for his wife.

Mom choked on a laugh. "You-" She ducked her head to hide a smile. "Sorry. This is serious, but I think they need to hear it too." She rambled, "I wanted to collect my thoughts better before discussing this, Terrance, but I can't repress these feelings any longer. None of you are at fault. It's just that tonight's conversation kept gnawing at my heart."

"I'm listening." Dad implied, on possible pain of death, that Nell and I would listen too, or else.

"I'm a fool, My Love."

Dad was silent.

"You and I have had our bit of stray fun, in the past." Mom studied her children. "By that I mean, your father and I occasionally have sex outside of our marriage."

There was no way in all the hells, would Nell nor I divulge that we'd guessed their secret a couple years ago. Except, Nell figured our old man had enjoyed a few times in an unfamiliar sack. I was wrong thinking he was too loyal to Mom. Corrected, I felt a strange kind of awkwardness.

"I really wanted more time to decide how to say this, Husband." She only called him that when she was about to give awful news. "And maybe I'll change my mind. Either way, you deserve to know."

"It won't change my love for you." Dad's tone intimated to his children that we ...