The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 02 - Sex Stories

The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 02

... assault!"

"That was self-defense." Sylvia stepped away from the woman. "You tried to tase me!"

"You were seducing my son!" She shrieked. "I'll call the police! Lucas will back me up!"

She pointed to her son, a pleading look in her eyes.

"No, Mom." He stepped over to Sylvia, putting a hand on her shoulder. "I won't. I'll tell them you grabbed her, first."

"You won't?" She asked. "Fine."

His mother started backing away to her house, carefully sliding her feet back to keep her gaze on Sylvia, her hand still covering the cheek where she was struck.

"I'm going to destroy that keyboard of yours." She started. "You are never to play in that band again. You will never talk to that woman again. You will not be going to prom tonight!"

"Mom, I-"

"Be quiet!" She snapped. "I knew it was a bad idea to allow you to join that band in the first place! She's a bad influence, I can see that! Come inside. Now!"

Lucas looked back at Sylvia, leaning over to her ear.

"I'll try to talk her down. See you tonight?" He whispered.

"See you tonight." Sylvia replied.

"I hope..." She thought to herself.

Not wanting to be involved in the dispute any longer, and because her presence seemed to make Lucas's mother angrier by the moment, Sylvia walked away. She hoped that her friend would be able to convince his mother to allow him to play with the band, but the odds of that seemed slim.

Her house was only a few minute's walk from Lucas. Sylvia sighed as she made ...

... her way away, the yelling in the background ceasing with the sound of a slammed door.

Once home, she finally sighed out all of her anxiety from the day. Her clothes were too small, and at some point the button at the front of her shirt had given away at the pressure of her breasts - probably when Lucas' mother had grabbed her.

She undressed, careful to keep Lucas' clothes folded neatly so she could wash and return them later, then looked at herself in the mirror. Her torso was still muddy, her face seemed to be worn out, and could see her makeup streaking near her eyes from the tears she'd shed without realizing it that day. At least nobody had written on her body. Yet.

After a shower, she sat in her bedroom, a towel wrapped around her body. She began to message anybody she needed to, starting with her mother who apologized for not being able to drive her, Lucas, and Monica to school that day as she'd been invited to a work function.

"She wasn't invited yesterday." Sylvia thought. "I guess somebody's having a good day."

She decided to text Monica and ask if the girl had gotten access to her car, yet. When she received a reply confirming such, Sylvia began to fill her in on the situation regarding Lucas. She left out her nudity, only focusing on the slap and the ensuing threats.

She also asked Monica to text Lucas asking for updates on whether he'd be able to perform that night. She would have sent the text herself, but thought it might make things worse if her ...