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CHAPTER X- revised. Note: This is the “true” Finale to this series. My deepest apologies for that other shit chapter. The Finale is going to come in 3-4 parts. PROLOGUE Linda and I became a couple after this for some time, but as most teenage romances, this one ended only a couple of months after. It was less for a lack of feelings for one another, than just the huge amount of stress this relationship brought upon us. Linda didn’t want her parents to find out about us, especially her mom, since she was afraid Megan would make her life hell once she knew about her daughter fucking her nephew. Let alone the fact, that Megan and I had history. But luckily we never got caught the few times that we actually got to get some alone time. We really savored these hours, I enjoyed every inch of her body and she enjoyed me too I guess. She hadn’t looked that happy in ages and even her relationship with her mother improved over time. As time went on though, it just dawned to us both, that we would never be able to do other normal couple activities. And never being able to fully relax when being together eventually took its toll on our relationship. Then one day Linda told me she had met someone at school, while I had been away at the airbase where I was currently deployed. We hadn’t seen each other in 3 or 4 weeks and I discovered to my surprise, that I felt somehow relieved now that this pressure was off my back. Also this opened up the opportunity to fully focus on my pilot career which had suffered a little. Linda was in tears though, she felt bad for having feelings for someone else and it took me hours to calm her down and tell her it was okay. She was sitting on my lap, her face buried on my shoulder, her arms hugging me. I felt myself already missing her, when she started kissing my neck. “One last?”, she whispered in my ear. It was all it took for me to start making out with her. But just as she was about to lift her t-shirt, we heard the door and her mom calling her. Linda looked at me, kissed me and went downstairs. When she came back, I had gone, sneaking away through the front door silently as she talked to Aunt Meg. After this our relationship resembled that of normal cousins, we enjoyed each other’s company when we saw each other but that we did only on rare occasions, like family reunions and such. Also Aunt Meg seemed to finally settle down a little. Little Jake had grown up a lot in the last year and with each day he got older he looked more and more like Uncle Frank. This surprising turn of fate seemed to have been a good sign for her marriage. On my Grandma’s Birthday I saw her hugging Uncle Frank in the kitchen when she thought they were alone, a thing no one in our family had witnessed in years. But me being me, I could not help but notice her looking better than ever. She had put on a little more weight again (she had had her ups and downs after Jake had been born) and her skin glowed like gold in the sun. Still Meg hadn’t stopped being flirtatious around other men, she always looked out to be dressed sexy and get attention. She damn well knew that no one (except her daughters) in our family looked as hot as she did. But it was now clear, that she was her husband’s faithful wife, and she really seemed to be in love with him. Even my mom, who had always had her suspicions about Megan didn’t have any doubts in her feelings toward Frank anymore. For me this were sexually frustrating times. Since my studies took up much of my time, I hadn’t been dating a girl in what felt like decades. My old classmate Melissa called me from time to time, but neither of us ever got the courage to go beyond phone calls. Now seeing my Aunt and Uncle in the kitchen, I couldn’t help but feeling a little sting of jealousy. I couldn’t believe this was the same woman that had been eagerly sucking my dick in what felt like another century. I went back to the living room, where the rest of the family had gathered. Everyone sat there chatting and having a good time. I looked at Felice, now 14, who was texting someone- probably her most recent boyfriend, she constantly dated some lucky dude. Sometimes even two or three at the same time, she claimed. But since she was still pretty young this only meant she was going to the movies with them or hanging out at the mall, so no big deal for Uncle Frank to be worried about. Linda had brought along her boyfriend, Tim. ‘My god, what a dick.’, I caught myself thinking. Tim was 22, so much older than Linda, who had just turned 17. I knew him from school, but in contrast to most other guys our age he didn’t pursue any kind of career yet. He had started studying something, but apparently never spent any time in classes and no one ever heard of him actually studying. This was probably the only thing making me feel a little bit better about myself. Linda sat on Tim’s lap and giggled at almost every word he said. She had died her dark hair, now displaying blonde highlights. A change no one, except for Tim, really appreciated since her hair had always been somewhat of a trademark. The party lasted until 3am, when everyone vanished into the summer night to get some sleep. Everyone except for my mom and Meg who cleaned up the kitchen and Dad and me who carried away some furniture we had used. At around 4 we agreed someone had to take care of Grandpa who had fallen into an alcohol-induced slumber on his favorite chair on the terrace. Rock-paper-scissors revealed this being my task. So I woke Gramps up and supported him as we both meandered up the stairs where I helped him take off his shoes and sink into bed. When I came back down Mom and Megan had finished cleaning up the kitchen. We switched off the lights and went down to the smaller house where Uncle Frank’s family and my brother and me stayed. Mom stayed back in the main house where the rest of the family stayed as usual when visiting my Grandparents. “What a nice evening.”, Megan sighed as we started our way. “Yeah, really fun.”, I half-heartedly agreed. “I think Grandpa definitely had a lot of fun, he seemed really happy that you and your brother played drinking games with him. But I don’t think he can keep up with you young lads.”, she giggled. “Mmmh.” We fell silent for a couple of seconds, before she asked: “I’m really sorry for the way I behaved to you last time we drove here. And I want to thank you for protecting me from making a huge mistake. That was a hard time for me, I felt unwanted and I regretted everything that happened before. I guess I was showing a bad case of midlife crisis.” “It’s alright. I guess I kinda noticed that back then. And turning you down was actually pretty hard at first, but the woman you were then had nothing to do with the Aunt Meg that I admired before I guess.” “That’s nice to say of you.”, she smiled. We had reached the house and noticed the front door was locked. “That man drives me nuts.”, Megan groaned, “he has this new fetish of always locking the front door even if he knows I’ll come home after him.” “I suppose it’s his form of midlife crisis.”, I said sarcastically and started digging my pockets for my keys. I unlocked and we were met by the sound of mumbling and giggling. I thought nothing of it and went to my room. Just when I was about to take my shoes off I heard Megan’s voice shouting out: “FRANK WHAT?! FELICE???! YOU FUCKING PERVERT!!!” Then I heard something slam on the floor. Exiting my room again I looked down the hall to see Aunt Megan collapsed in front of her bedroom. Not even a second after this Felice ran out my Uncle’s and Aunt’s bedroom, a sheet wrapped around her obviously naked body. She didn’t look at anyone as she ran past me and my surprised brother who had also woken up. We went to look after Meg, who still didn’t move. CHAPTER X- The revised version FELICE: It started when I was about 9 or so. Sometimes when I came home early from school I saw those bikes in front of our house. Or a pair of dirty sneakers in our hall. The first time it happened my sports class got cancelled so we were sent home. After a long bus drive home I was glad to be home early and looked forward to getting some rest. I noticed the bike of Josh Andrews, who sometimes mowed our lawn, standing on the backdoor to our house. This wasn’t particularly unusual, but seeing how it wasn’t a Saturday and Andrew was normally supposed to be in school it got me thinking for a second. But I was too excited to play on my new playstation, a present dad got me for my birthday. Mom didn’t like it much when I played, so I had planned to sneak in the backdoor and get into my room without running into mom. The first she would do is cut me some slack about not being in school and how my grades were not good enough. Same old. I opened the door and slid into our kitchen. Since mom hardly ever cooked, a thing she well could but rather left to dad, I was sure she wasn’t in here. She’d probably in the basement in front of the TV on her treadmill or meeting some friends in town. Carefully I opened the kitchen door and sneaked into the hall. I heard some giggling from upstairs. Thinking she was probably chatting with her friend Judy on the phone, I walked on less carefully and went upstairs. About halfway upstairs when a little bell rang inside my head. Something was wrong here. I couldn’t pinpoint it, but something definitely didn’t fit the picture. I shrugged my shoulders and went on. When I was about to open the door to my room it hit me. Josh’s bike- it stood at our house. But there was no lawn mower. And my mom was giggling. I thought she was talking on the phone. But the signal of the cordless phone didn’t reach my parents’ room. Just as I was drawing conclusions from all this, a sound reached my ears. “Mmmmh baby, you like that?” “You betcha Mrs. Fletcher.” “Stop calling me that, you know it makes me feel old.” It was Josh’s voice coming out my mom’s room. My heart started beating fast. I was still young, but I had seen enough soap operas to have an idea of what the situation was here. “Oh Mrs. Fle…Meg, you’re far from being old. You’re hotter than every chick in my school.” I slowly walked towards my parents’ door and looked through the keyhole. I could see the back of Josh’s pants, apparently he was standing right in front of the door. They kept on with their pretentious flirting. Mom pretending she was unaware of her effect towards all men, I mean even I knew she was hot as hell, and Josh pretending he had never stared at her ass and breasts. Every guy did, hell her tits are fucking amazing. I was always hoping to someday have two perfect globes like she had. Knowing I’d never get a good view from where I was, I went to my room and opened the door to the balcony. My room is next to my parents’ room and our balconies are connected. Carefully I slid outside and kneeled down to get a view between the shades of mom’s bedroom. To my surprise they were quite wide open and there she was. She sat on a chair in front of Josh. Her face towards me, but her eyes were closed. Phew. Josh was apparently giving her a backrub, his hands were working on Mom’s neck. ‘Well maybe this wasn’t what I thought it was.’, I thought to myself. “Mmmh gosh I needed this.” Josh’s face was bright red, I was in no danger of him catching me. His eyes were fixed on Mom’s cleavage. What the fuck was Mom thinking she was doing? If dad would catch her like this, he would immediately divorce her. Even this wasn’t what it seemed like, well… it just seemed like it. And on top of that with this kid. He was barely 18, quite build but not really attractive and about as witty as a cold toast. “You know, I think the nerve I pulled is actually a little lower. I’m gonna lie on down on the bed. If you don’t mind of course.” As if he fucking would. “N..no Ma’am, I mean, Meg. Go ahead.” I quickly withdrew my head for some seconds and then looked inside again. Mom was now standing with her side to me and was about to stretch out on the bed. She was wearing a jeans skirt and a tight black longsleeve shirt. She bent over the bed and her thong peeked out the top of her skirt. A really nice red lace thong. Josh had noticed as hell. It must have hurt when his jaw had dropped onto his feet. Only thing missing was him drool… nope, there it was. “Are you just gonna stand there or get down to business? Josh?” “Um yeah, sorry Ma’am. Mrs. Fletch… Meg.“ Mom was now lying on her belly. Her skirt rose up a little and I guess Josh was hoping it would move up more to reveal Mom’s butt. But luckily that didn’t happen. Josh went towards the bed and sat down next to her and started rubbing her back again. “Lower honey.” Josh let his hands wander between Mom’s shoulder blades. His eyes were lower though. He had a good view at Mom’s red thong. “Lower.”, Mom moaned. His hands went to were the hook of Mom’s bra must have been because she stopped him only to sigh some moments later. “Hugh, this hurts. Could you unhook my bra please?” “You…You mean like open it?” “Yes honey, it’s not a big deal. Just lift up my shirt a little and unhook it. A stud like you must’ve done that before.” “Erm…yeah. I guess. But are you sure that’s allright with Mr. Fletcher?” “Ah don’t worry about it. You’re rubbing my back way too good for me to have you stop now. Besides he never does that for me.” “Bu…”, Josh was about to protest when she cut him off. “If you want something done just do it yourself.”, Mom exclaimed impatiently. She lifted her shoulders of the bed and pulled up her shirt, revealing her red bra which she quickly unhooked. She took it off completely and threw it to the side. Josh’s face was bright red, his forehead was glistening. He swallowed as he looked down at Mom who was lying down again. Her massive jugs pushed out to the sides. “Get down to it.” Josh didn’t even mind the tone, his hands had just waited for the order. As he started massaging her again, I took a moment to recap the situation. What was I supposed to do? Go in and stop them? –No, I couldn’t. That would mean I had peeked and knew what they were doing. And maybe this was not what it seemed like still. Bullshit. It was. But still I hesitated. I wanted to know more of what was going on in there. I didn’t want to stop them just yet. I needed proof, I thought to myself. I looked back in. Josh was still massaging Mom’s back, she cooed and moaned how relaxing it was. After some minutes Josh paused and stretched his back. “What’s wrong Josh? Are you stopping? Please don’t, it’s sooo nice baby.”, Mom pleaded like a little girl. “Just need a sec, it’s hard from this angle.” “Then why don’t you kneel above me?” “May I?” “Sure honey, go ahead.” “Are you…” “Yes Josh I’m sure. It’s okay. You rub my back so nice. It’s only fair.” Josh did what he was told and knelt above Mom’s butt, careful to not touch it. “You can sit down on my butt honey. It’s got enough fat on it, you don’t have to worry about hurting me.” “Erm thanks Ma’am. But it’s not fat.” “You think so?”, Mom asked and turned her upper body towards him to give him a look of surprise. Her breasts had lifted off the bed and I was again lucky to not have been caught, but I guess Mom was too busy to notice me. I could see Josh trying hard to get a peek at Mom’s tits and at the same time trying to not stare at them. Since this was a lost cause, Mom noticed. “Are you enjoying the view or should I turn more?” Josh quickly looked down. “Sorry Ma’am but it’s kinda hard not to look. I… I …” “What honey?” “Nothing Ma’am. I’m sorry.” “Don’t be honey, but please call me Meg.” “Okay.” Mom turned away again and he started rubbing her back. He now fully sat on her butt without even noticing. “Did you enjoy the view now or didn’t you?” I couldn’t believe my ears. Neither could Josh. “What?” “My breast. Do you like them?” “Wha...Why?” “Just tell me. I’m old and they start getting saggy and I would like to hear a guy’s opinion.” “Well I didn’t really look at them.” “Oh sure you didn’t. You looked deeply into my eyes as you were saying ‘Hello’ half an hour ago.” “Ma’am I’m sorry, but I really should go now. It’s getting kinda late and I still need to mow the lawn.” Mom remained silent. Instead I noticed her hips now moving. Josh closed his eyes and bit his lips. He wasn’t sure of what to do. “Then go.” “Wha… Erm yes.”. Josh lifted up, his pants showed a massive bulge. Mom remained on the bed but lifted her shoulders again and turned her head towards him. “Could you pass me the bra sweetie?” “Oh... sure”, Josh replied. It was obvious he was thankful for being given the opportunity to bow down and do something to hide his boner. He bent down and picked up the bra. When his head was up Mom had sat up on the opposite edge of the bed, her back towards him. And me for that matter. She reached behind herself and Josh handed her the lingerie. Mom put on the bra and held the straps on her back. “Could you close them again?” “Ma’am I really…” “God Josh, just do it.”, she sighed. He reached out when she suddenly turned around. I withdrew my head quickly, my heart was beating like a jackhammer. I could feel all nerves in my body ringing like alarm clocks. And I felt this tingling in my legs. It remained silent for a moment. Should I look inside again? I decided for yes. Quitting was never my thing after all. I looked inside again. Mom was still sitting there. She held the bra in front of her breast. Josh just knelt on the bed looking at her. He was apparently wondering what she was about to do. And she just let her hand fall on her legs. The bra tried for a second to defy the ever so powerful gravitational force as if to stand up for morals and ethics in this situation and keep the inevitable from happening. Mom kept looking at Josh. Josh kept looking. At her tits. And the bra lost its battle. It first slipped a little, and the it fell down entirely. Josh let out a loud “Oh…”. Mom just kept looking at him. My fingers were now shaking; all this riskiness was almost too much for me. But then I had always loved risky situations and so I stayed. The tingling in my legs was stronger than ever and had spread throughout my entire body. “Well didn’t you wanna leave…Josh?, Mom asked as if her tits weren’t fully on display. Before he could answer she added: “But I guess you’d rather stay, I guess you’d rather come over here and get your hands on these?”, she grinned confidently. For the first time in my life I witnessed how a woman could get everything she wanted just by making a man want her more than anything. “M..ma.” “Say it right Josh. Say it like a man.”, Mom demanded. Josh took a second to regain his senses. “May I?” “Don’t ask me Josh. You should know by now what’s on my mind. And I know what’s on yours.” “Then what should I do?” Mom smiled. It seemed like this question was what she had waited for. “Fuck. Me.”, she slowly answered. Josh still knelt on the bed dumbstruck. “I…errm…”, he stuttered, obviously unsure of what to do. Mom was getting tired of this it seemed. She sighed and lay down on her back. Her head was now just below Josh’s bulge, her tits now even better in his view. Her hand just grabbed his erection and I could hear him moan in relief and lust. “I guess I have to do the work then. Do you want that baby?”, Mom cooed in a sweet tone. “Yeah.”, Josh groaned as she kept on grabbing his centerpiece. I couldn’t believe my eyes as she started opening his belt. This was real. This was happening. My own mother was cheating on my loving, hardworking father. The man that always had provided for her, for us, he would do anything to make her happy. He was probably only so lucky to score her for good, because he was the only man to be able to deal with her mood swings and bitchy attitude. And I was sitting here doing nothing about it. Not only was I not doing anything about it. I enjoyed it somehow. Not sexually. Back then I knew about sex, not the details, but I had a rough picture. And this was my chance to finally get to see how sex worked. Mom had apparently unzipped Josh’s pants and started massaging his boxers again. With his back towards me I could not see much of him or what she was doing exactly. “Mmmh, it’s big baby. Nice and hard.”, Mom moaned. “Do it.”, she commanded. He seemed to have waited for this, his hands quickly grabbed her breasts and started kneading them softly. “Mmmh. Harder Josh. Grab’em rough.”, she cooed. He did hesitantly. Then he really worked her tits. Mom groaned as he pinched her nipples. Only today I can imagine the pleasure it must have given her back then. Turning away from the scene in my parents’ bedroom I tried to recompose and calm down. What in the world was happening here? I should be in tears, should be storming in there, I should be interrupting them, should kick and scream, should be hateful at my mom and should be crying for daddy. But this was just so… forbidden. Mom had pulled down Josh’s boxers and the moving of her head implied something I didn’t really understand back then. Her back was arched and her tits shook as she moved her back as her head bopped back and forth. She wasn’t sucking on it was she? A loud slurping noise and then her voice asking: “Like me sucking that fat dick of yours Josh? Have you dreamt of this before?” “Fuck yeah Meg, I wanked off so often thinking of you.” I couldn’t believe my mom was taking his dick in her mouth. That seemed so wrong back then. Off course I had chatted with friends about this before, but I never imagined my own mother doing something this nasty. And certainly I had no desire to ever take some guys wiener in my mouth. But there she was on my father’s bed. “Did you dream of a tit-job Josh?” “Oh.”, was all he could reply. ‘WHAT?!’ , I thought. My mom pulled down Josh’s pants, and told him to kneel down again like he did before. She lay underneath him, between his legs and pressed her tits together and apparently she put his willie in between them. Now I could see his balls as they were swinging right under my Mom’s chin. Her head rested on the bed as his hips now pumped back and forth penetrating the valley between her sweaty globes. I recall asking myself how on earth she could find this sexually arousing. Plus she had his ass in her view every time he drew back and forth. But mother seemed to be of contrary opinion as she grabbed his ass and kneaded it telling him how sexy he looked. Only after a couple of thrusts Josh’s breathing got harder, he started grunting and suddenly mom shouted: “Oh don’t you dare cum yet Josh, I want you to fuck me, stop it…JOSH!” “SORRYYYYYY…UHHH!”, was all he could shout out between his gritted teeth. I couldn’t see what was actually happening. But I knew that Josh just had what our biology teacher called an orgasm. “WHAT THE FUCK JOSH?”, mom screamed at him hysterically, “not only did you cum without caring about what I do, but even more so you ruined the bed. GET THE FUCK OUTTA THIS HOUSE YOU PRICK!” “But Meg, I’m dee…”, was all he could stutter before she interrupted him once more. “OUT! AND HOW DARE YOU CALL ME MEG ANYMORE! GET THE FUCK OUT AND MOW THE FUCKING LAWN YOU LOSER!” Josh didn’t take two seconds to grab his stuff. I could see his limp little cock hanging between his legs. It had lost what little attractiveness and fascination I felt for it earlier. He himself was about to cry it seemed, he didn’t understand what had just happened. Pulling up his pants he ran out the room. I was about to get up myself and go back to my room, since Josh would be mowing the lawn in a couple of minutes and then he could see me sitting on the balcony as I heard weeping from inside. Mom was sitting on the bed. Her tanned slender belly was soaked with Josh’s remnants, and she … she was crying. In her hands she held a picture which showed her and dad on their honeymoon in Mexico. “I’m so…sorry Fra..ank.”, she sobbed as she talked to the photography. “…b..bbut I feel so…alone. You’re ne..ver …touching me anymore. But I see you stare at the young girls in town. I feel so worthless…”, she cried to herself. I didn’t know what to make of this, but I had to get up now. Josh was already in the shack and starting the lawn mower. It was only seconds before he’d come out. The rest of the day went by pretty normal. I had pretended to have come home an hour after those events and everyone bought it. For a second I was thinking about talking to Linda about this, but then I didn’t do it for some reason. Maybe I just didn’t know how to go about this. Plus it gave me a feeling of power to know Mom’s darkest secrets. She instead acted her normal self. Well, what had become her normal self. I remember her being a warm, caring person up until I was about to enter school. Suddenly she had turned short-tempered, moody and well…bitchy. Especially towards Linda and me, Dad didn’t catch as much of this, probably due to his working hours. We still had to pay off our house, which meant for Dad to work 10-12 hours a day and on the weekends as well. I didn’t catch her in the act anymore, maybe because it had stopped. But about half a year later, our Dad went on a business trip with our Uncle George. Both ran their practice together and were invited to some conference I think. Since it was winter and Mom was also planning a weekend trip with her girlfriends, our cousin Mark was supposed to be sleeping in our house to keep an eye on us. Markie had always been my favorite of many cousins. I recall having a really bad crush on him at that age back then. He would always know how to make me laugh and was the only “adult” (his age of 17 was making him an adult in my eyes) who would also talk to me as a person and not only a little girl. Plus I think he liked that I had always been a little tomboy. I didn’t look like a boy, but I played soccer better than most guys my age and was never really interested in puppets or princesses. My favorite toys were water guns and a pair of cowboy boots, a thing that added much amusement to any family festivity when I was younger. When the day finally came I couldn’t wait to be out of school. But early in the morning, when Linda and I were on our way to school it started snowing. It didn’t stop all day, so that by lunch the Dean made an announcement, stating that we were to go home after lunch. Since the busses gave up fighting the snowy streets after a couple of attempts, a friend’s mom told us Linda and I could stay over at her house for the night. She would drive us home the next day. Surprisingly Mom came to pick us up that next morning. This was unusual enough, normally she would have gladly taken the opportunity to let some else do the half hour drive. We were even more astonished when she pulled up the driveway and hugged us. Her face was bright as sunshine, she had done her hair and was wearing a nice pair of jeans, leather boots, and a furry vest to keep her warm. She really looked stunningly beautiful. On the drive home she started humming along the radio, which made Linda and I exchange looks of suspicion. Who was that woman? We even had a real conversation, not about her and her problems, but about Linda’s boy problems, about my anxiety to go on my first school trip in spring. It must have been like normal families drive home from school. When we pulled up the driveway I saw Mark. He was shuffling snow from the pavement, and had already cleaned up most of it and the neighbours’ part too. He was wearing a red sports jacket and his favourite beanie, which he always wore when he went snowboarding. I had saved up all my pocket money to give it to him for Christmas and was really glad to see he liked it. Plus I thought he looked like a really cute boarder guy in it, although I knew he wasn’t exactly that kind of character. The car stopped but nobody got out immediately. Back then I hardly noticed it, and when I finally did, I blamed the cold being responsible for it. By now I see it a little different. All three of us were looking at Mark doing his work. He even looked up, smiled and waved at us. “At me”, I thought. And probably Linda and Mom thought the same. Hell we were not looking at him, we were admiring him. There he was, broad shoulders, tall, short brownish hair, dark eyes. He was incredibly good-looking. All the girls in my class either had a crush on him or his younger brother who looked similar, but Jamie was a little more on the daredevil side. We spent the rest of the afternoon in our rooms, listening to music and doing some housework. When it got darker at around 4pm, we noticed Mark still being outside, as well as Mom. We went outside and saw that the streets were full of people chatting and gathering around a bunch of tables were some neighbors were serving hot tea and punch. We grabbed our coats and joined the party. I greeted my Aunt and my cousins who were there and also Mark who was talking to Melissa, a girl from our village. Then I went to meet some friends. After half an hour we wanted to into our house to watch a movie, but I had forgotten my keys. I went to look for Linda, but she had apparently taken off to a friend’s house already. I asked around to find Mom, when someone told me he had seen her walking up a street towards the fields to talk with Mark. I ran up the little alley when I heard muffled moans and a slapping noise. Then someone behind me whistled, a couple was walking up the street with their dog. I looked around me and saw Mom and Mark’s outlines walking back towards me behind some hedges. I shrugged my shoulders and went back as well, thinking I could use another tea before going home, since they’d have to pass me anyways. When they arrived I noticed a change between them. And then it hit me, it all made sense. It felt like someone pouring hot water over my shoulders. The jolt of envy and hate that went through my insides as I saw the way those two looked at each other. I now knew what those noises in the alley had been. My own mother had something going with my cousin. Oh how much I hated her for this. And what a relief it was to hear that Mark had broken off the whole ordeal only a day later. Not only that, he had done it to protect me and Linda from this mess and our Mom. I had told Linda my observations, and after the initial shock, she decided to talk to Mom about this. She caught her, being caught by Mark as she was fucking some other guy. My god, what a fucking mess my Mother had become. |
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