Lovely Lilly - Sex Stories

Lovely Lilly

... talking on her cell phone with someone, oblivious and not caring about what’s been happening in her home. Lilly wondered, why they too, were still married. *** Lilly went to see her mother the next day. She was out of ideas. She was crying, saying she’s failed, nothing is working, and nothing is changing things. She was met with another slap, followed by her mother reminding her that she was a whore and to act like one. Lilly started to counter Darla, insisting that she wasn’t a whore, but didn’t bother. “Strike him where it will hurt the most. His blood,” Darla said. “What? What are you talking about?” Lilly said through the tears. “His flesh and blood,” Darla said, raising an eyebrow. Lilly looked on confused. “His son, Lilly. His flesh and blood. Strike him there and he will notice, he will be hurt the most, he will be putty in your hand to think you resorted to your own child for your needs,” Darla said. “Think how utterly humiliated he would be to know you stooped to that level. ‘What have I done?’ he’ll whimper. ‘How could I have driven her to do this?’ he’ll cry. Then he’ll talk to you about it, maybe see if the two of you could get counseling and repair all this damage,” Darla explained. Lilly looked on in shock, her mouth open, tears stopped. “Jake looks exactly like Judd. Does he not? His thick dark hair, gorgeous eyes, bright smile, chiseled features. Ooh I bet that will burn so good, mmm,” Darla closed her eyes, savoring her words. Lilly stood, turning her back ...

... on her mother, peering out into her backyard. She had no idea how to respond. She shook her head and whispered, “I can’t.” “You can’t? You can’t? Don’t hand me that!” Darla spun Lilly around to face her. “No man in their right mind could resist you! No man could resist these!” Darla pulled her daughter’s button up top apart, buttons popping out. She then pulled the bra down, revealing Lilly’s breasts. “Do you understand? No man, not even your son!” Darla grabbed Lilly’s breast, squeezing them hard, and leaned in close, “not even your father,” she sneered into her face before releasing Lilly’s breasts. Darla retrieved more wine from her refrigerator, pouring herself another glass at 11am. “Get out,” she told Lilly. Lilly closed her mouth, adjust her bra, pulled her shirt together, grabbed her keys and her purse and left, not saying a word to her demented mother. Back home Lilly sat on Jake’s bed, thinking about the college freshman, hoping he was ok at school in Atlanta. She tried to maintain her composure as long as she could, but within a few minutes she started crying again, thinking about her horrible actions of the last couple months, thinking about her son, how much she loved him. She would never hurt him like that. Lilly rolled over, wiping her tears, holding one of Jake’s pillows tightly. She eventually drifted off to sleep, ignoring her regret, ignoring her mother’s advice. Jake would be home in two weeks for spring break. Chapter 5 Lilly woke up a couple hours later, ...