What If? Reading Erotica - Sex Stories

What If? Reading Erotica

... if I ever needed it. I told him I didn't need a gun but he said, "keep it, someday you may, always keep it close by your bedside." I reached in the bottom drawer of my night stand where I kept it wrapped in a doily, took it out and released the safety, then held it behind my back as I opened the door. "As I opened the door Bob threw my oldest son to the side and reached out for me. He raised his hand to hit me again when I pulled out the revolver and shot him twice in the abdomen. He fell to the floor and I reached for the phone to call 911, then for some reason I called you. When the police got there me and my sons were huddled together on the sofa, we were afraid to move. Bob was laying there doubled up on the floor rolling back and forth. I just held on to the gun till the police arrived, then gave the gun to them. "We were scared, really scared, I thought Bob was going to kill us, he was a madman. He kept yelling that we ruined his life. That he would get us for that. I had to protect my k**s, I couldn't let anything happen to them." Then she asked, "How's Bob?" I told her he was in surgery and would probably pull through. I smiled at Nancy and told her everything would be all right and all she need to do was to just rest and heal up. We would take care of her k**s as long as she needed us too, then I left to go home. Everything was moving so fast I didn't even have time to think about my situation and what I would do next. What would I do? Where would I go? What about ...

... Marsha, Nancy and my own sons? I needed time to think, but didn't have the time right now. I drove home with my mind in a turmoil. When I got home and walked in the house, there was Marsha doing all the things that needed to be done. She had already explained to our sons that a friend of ours was beaten up and that we would have the k**s here for a few days. They would share a room and we would put our visitors in one of their rooms. Our boys were good k**s, they had no problem with sharing, in fact they started helping their mother put things in order. They even treated Nancy's oldest son like a little b*****r and played with him knowing he needed friendship right now. I ordered some pizza for us so no one had to cook this evening, the three boys loved that idea. If there is such a thing as pizzaholics, my sons would qualify. Marsha fed the baby and then just sat back in her rocker and rocked him to sl**p. She looked over at me with a sad smile, she was in her own world, the one where she was needed again. I went down the basement where I could be by myself for awhile. I needed to cry, I know I'm a man but I had to get rid of some of this emotion. I just started crying, I'm not even sure what about, everything in general I guess, but I just had to let go. I was probably down in the basement for a good half hour and tried to gather my thoughts. I went back upstairs to see how things were going. It was getting late, Marsha had put the k**s to bed and was cleaning up the room. ...