This will make more sense if you read the earlier parts. Don't worry, they're fun, action packed, and build the tension. Read them first! Also, all characters are 18 years or older. Enjoy.
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When Roy arrived home after his trip to the library, he was surprised to find the whole family waiting for him. His father and twin sister were already sitting at their places at the dinner table when Roy trudged down the front hall.
"Hello," Roy said into the dining room.
Nathanial had the paper open on the table in front of him. Roy's father raised his hand in a gesture that always meant
not right now
. Roy looked to his sister. Annie hid behind one of her teen mystery novels. She ignored him.
Roy, turned and wandered into the kitchen. "Hello, Mom."
"Really, Roy?" Amanda sat at the kitchen table, she looked up from the latest issue of
Good Housekeeping
. "Your father left work early, just so we could eat as a family tonight."
"No television tonight?" Roy sniffed the air. The food did smell delicious. Whatever his mom had been cooking, sat in pots on the stove. "You didn't tell me."
"I told you this morning." Amanda frowned, her pale cheeks turned a little rosy. "Maybe I got distracted." She looked toward the dining room and then back to Roy. "I'm sorry about not believing you about your ... um ..." She whispered.
"My dick?" Roy scratched his head.
"That's not polite, Roy." Amanda's frown deepened. "But yes, the gadget you've got down there. And as long as you leave my undergarments alone, we can never speak of it again." She still kept her voice low, but her face brightened. "Agreed?"
"Sure, Mom." Roy's belly grumbled. "Can we eat?" He was so hungry.
"Yes. Go wash your hands and join your father and sister in the dining room." Amanda rose from her chair and walked over to the stove. Her black ponytail bounced behind her. "I'll bring dinner in a minute."
Roy headed for the main washroom. He breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe not normal, but things were normal enough in the Ackerman household.
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Once her passions had cooled, Linda fell into a state of deep remorse. She'd done the dirtiest of deeds with her son. If that wasn't a cardinal sin, she didn't know what was. After David had gone to bed, Linda went to check on her husband. She found William in the den, happily reading a book. Linda's stomach turned. The sweet sight of her husband sent waves of guilt coursing through her body.
How could she have done this to her mild-mannered Bill? She stepped into the den, dropped to her knees before him, and unbuckled his belt. She pulled down his pants and went down south on husband. She gave him what the kids call a blowjob.
Up until that moment, she'd always thought William had a satisfactory penis. But putting it in her mouth created an unfortunate contrast with their son. She easily swallowed most of William's shaft. With David, she'd barely been able to fit the head inside her mouth. When William ejaculated, he deposited his normal, modest amount of semen. It sent no thrills of pleasure through her. She spit his stuff into her hands. With David, it had been a deluge that she had tried to swallow, and she had been in ecstasy.
Of course, William was thankful and appreciative. He congratulated Linda on her initiative. That was nice. She'd hoped the act would bond them and get her mind off David. Instead, while William offered polite appreciation to his wife, Linda's mind went to the sperm in her womb. She just knew David's little swimmers were in there, searching for an egg. The thought was more than troubling. She excused herself and went to bed.
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The next morning, Patrick caught up with David in the school hallway before first period. "I found out some stuff at the library." Patrick looked up at his friend and adjusted his glasses.
"Oh?" David looked down the hall like he had somewhere else to be. Which he sort of did since the school day was about to start.
"Want to talk it over at lunch? I'll give you all the details." Patrick adjusted his cardigan. David was making him nervous, but he wasn't sure why.
"Sure, sure." David clapped his friend on the shoulder and finally looked at him. "See you then." He walked off toward class.
"Okay. Be there or be square," Patrick called after him. Everything would be fine when they talked at lunch.
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The contrast of David and William plagued Linda as she thought about it during her morning chores. It hammered home the perversity of what she'd done with her son. She thought about going to her pastor for help, but decided she'd be too embarrassed to bring these sorts of problems to God. Could He really see everything? And come to think of it, how could He let this happen to her family? Linda might have even been a little mad at God.
Instead of turning to the church, she went into the kitchen to telephone her friend Nancy Anderson. Nancy was a college graduate and knew much about the world. Nancy was Linda's best bet.
The two women talked on the phone for twenty minutes before Linda confided that she'd been having problems with David. She told Nancy that they'd become too close recently. Nancy, ever the helpful friend, recommended a family counselor who worked in Portsmith. Dr. Epman came highly recommended. Linda dutifully wrote down the name, address, and phone number.
When she hung up with Nancy, she didn't call the counselor. Maybe she could handle this on her own. The thought of confiding the truth to anyone was too humiliating. She just needed a little more willpower. She folded up the paper with Dr. Epman's information, put it in her purse in case she changed her mind, and went about her household chores. Her thoughts wandered to David and what she would say to him when he came home after school.
Linda looked up at the clock over the mantle in the living room. She had to hurry with her dusting. Susy was expecting her for their morning coffee date in about a half hour.
The sound of the front door slamming echoed into the living room. Linda froze. Her green housedress fluttered around her knees as it adjusted to her sudden stop.
"Mom, where are you?" David dropped his backpack and walked down the front hall.
"I'm in the living room, Davey." Linda stood, still frozen, her duster resting on the top of the television.
"There you are." David tromped into the living room.