The Adventures of a Slut Mommie.
Chapter 9: The Mother and Child Reunion.
Hello readers. I hope you're still enjoying my adventures. It's sometimes hard to know because although many people read them, very few comment. I wish more people would take the time to write and tell me what they enjoyed and where they thought I'd erred. However, I'm grateful to everyone who has taken the time to read my story. I thank each and every one of you!
If you remember, my last episode finished with my best friend, Kath Loughlin, and I spending the night fucking a young musician. That was the culminating event of four days of delicious debauchery for my oldest friend and me. The following day, I returned home to find that my husband had moved most of my clothing and personal items into our guestroom. This 'room' was actually a series of rooms designed to be the maid's quarters. There is a separate combined laundry, bathroom, and toilet, a small kitchenette with a stovetop and microwave oven and a lounge area with a couch that pulls out into a double bed.
Although I'd refused to acknowledge to my husband how much this action hurt me, I was devastated that my nearly twenty-year marriage seemed to be over. Sean had stated he wanted to seek marriage counselling, but it appeared to me that he had already decided to divorce me and was 'going through the motions' so he could lie to our kids and say he'd done his best to get past my 'indiscretion', as he called it, with my rapists Frank, Jerry (Jumbo II), Charlie, and Evan (Tiny).
I made it to the guestroom before collapsing, but as soon as I shut the door, my tears flowed, and I bawled like a baby as I rested against it.
That, my friends, is where we take up my story.
I'm unsure how long I leant against that door crying my eyes out, but I eventually ran out of tears and staggered to my feet. Dropping my clothes behind me, I crawled into bed, wrapped the quilt around me and fell into an exhausted sleep. The last four days had been an erotic masterpiece, but this morning's emotional fallout had floored me.
I awoke alone the following day, feeling like my life was an emotional wasteland. I wasted some time cursing Edgar Fontaine, but I knew the blame lay within my slutty, incestuous, and submissive nature. Edgar couldn't make me do anything I wasn't morally capable of doing. Therefore, all he did was release the inner slut that raged within me. I'd 'let the genie out of the bottle', and now I had to pay the price.
At the end of the day, I did excuse Sean for his many dalliances. After all, that is what I signed up for when I married him. My mother told me many times that Sean would take lovers and to not let it bother me, just as she didn't let my father's many affairs bother her. She even suggested that I take lovers, too. But, she explained, I'd need to ensure that my husband never found out because he'd never accept me once he knew another man's cock had been inside me. I was finding out the bitter truth of that first-hand.
I made myself shower and do my hair and makeup, although I dressed more demurely than I typically do. I own several conservative dresses to wear for events like funerals where dressing provocatively is unacceptable. This morning, I'd chosen my purple lace patchwork half-sleeve dress. Although this dress clung to my shapely figure gorgeously, it showed no skin at all except for part of my shins.
Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and walked confidently to the kitchen. Sean was there, but he already had toast in his hands. He looked at me through pained eyes, turned his back and walked out. Through the window, I saw him cross to the outside entrance of his new offices and go upstairs.
Suppressing a sigh, I put on a brave smile and brightly asked, "Who wants breakfast?"
Johnny and Kristy both looked at me sorrowfully but put their sadness aside before my forced cheeriness and put their breakfast orders in. Johnny requested sausages, eggs and mushrooms. Kristy asked if I was eating and suggested we share an Acai bowl.
"Dad got up before you, Mom?" Johnny asked as he ate. "That's unusual."
In a brittle voice, I replied, "We didn't sleep together last night, Johnny. Your father has banished me to the guestroom at least until we see the counsellor next Thursday."
They both gasped before Kristy said, "He's being a dick, Mom. I'll go and talk to him."
"You'll leave well enough alone, Missy," I stated firmly. "You are not to take sides between your father and me because, at the end of the day, I have been unfaithful to your father, and he has every right to cast me aside."
"I can't believe you're defending him, Mom," Kristy exasperatedly replied.
"Let me see," I said heatedly. "I'm fucking Frank Pritchard, Tiny, Jumbo II, and Charlie. You and I went to a sex on premises venue and blew two complete strangers. Oh, and don't forget I'm also fucking both my children! Yet, I also forget that you and I have fucked Caoimhe..." I suddenly realised that I'd said the part about blowing guys in the sex store and fucking my son's best friend's sister in front of my son.
"Good on you, Mom!" Kristy hissed. "Do you want to confess that you've fucked Johnny's girlfriend, her sister, mother, and Juana, too?"
She stormed off as I turned guiltily towards my son. I expected to see anger and blame in his eyes, but instead, Johnny chuckled and said, "You forgot that you've also had sex with Jennifer and Charmaine!"
"I'm not blameless in your father's and my problems, Johnny," I whispered. "I was raised to accept extramarital affairs as the norm for a woman in my position. Your father was raised to expect that his wife would remain dutiful and obedient only to him. Yes, it's a double standard, but it's one that I willingly accepted when your father and I married."
"I'm curious, Mom," Johnny asked. "If you weren't pregnant with me, would you have married Dad anyway?"
Despite my sadness, I giggled and replied, "Only since first grade have I wanted your father as my husband, Johnny. Then, when we were nine and seven, Kath and I set out to catch Sean for me and Mike for her. Nothing that's happened since has changed my mind that we were meant for each other."
