“Don’t you love her even a little bit?”Alex looked at me over his shoulder. “Don’t you?”“She’s my mother.” I swallowed. “I must.”“I’m her husband, and I don’t.” He smiled when I flinched. “Would you prefer me to say I did?”“I don’t know. I feel bad.”He turned around and said, “You’ll get over it,” before disappearing down the hall.I didn’t go to the pool party. I called Jackie and told her I couldn’t make it. She knew something was up but I didn’t have it in me to come up with a lie. I promised I’d tell her about it later, rushing her off the phone.Instead of going back home, I went to the mall and wandered around like a zombie.I tried to talk myself out of doing anything more with Alex. My mother sucked, and I knew he didn’t love her. In reality, I didn’t think she loved him either. She was more obsessed with the idea of Alex, the allure he brought to her life, than she was with himself. Even I had to admit I didn’t know him well.When I went home that night, Mom was already
“I warned you that if you couldn’t be quiet, we wouldn’t be able to have fun.”I smiled and wound my fingers through his hair.He gave me a small grin. Then his lips were on me and his tongue snaked through my soft flesh, fucking it with feverish enthusiasm. It felt delicious but I wanted to come with his cock inside me. I tugged at his hair, tried to pull my hips away from him, but he wouldn’t release me. He pursed his lips and sucked at my clit. Foreign sounds rose up my throat. Only then did he stand and shove his cock inside me.A moment later I was shuddering, coming all over his cock. He pounded me relentlessly, smacking his hand over my mouth when a tiny scream escaped my lips.Then he slowed his thrusts. I felt his warm cum flooding my pussy and tightened around him all over again.He slipped out of me, wiping his slick cock against my thigh. The filthy gesture should have repulsed me but ... God, it sent another frisson of pleasure through my body. He yanked up my jeans and m
I waited in the kitchen for a few minutes, trying to eavesdrop. There was no noise.My bedroom looked out over the basement, so I frantically ran upstairs to peer out into the dark yard.I saw shifting bodies in the moonlight. The dim floodlight shed just enough light on them to make out my mother and stepfather fucking.I barely made it to the bathroom, puking so hard I couldn’t breathe. As I gagged over the toilet, my mind flipped through painful snapshots. Alex grunting, Alex fucking me, Alex laughing with me, Alex holding me.I thought about how Alex’s dick probably still had some of the juices from my pussy on it and a fresh wave of nausea rolled through my stomach.My body finally had nothing left. Even then, I gagged hopelessly a few more times, my body not ready to convey how disgusted I was. They hadn’t come back in the house yet, and I couldn’t bring myself to check on them again. Exhausted, heartbroken, shattered, I slipped under my covers and cried silently until I fell as
She puffed on her cigarette one last time and dropped it in the remainder of her coffee.”Now all I feel for you is indifference. I wanted to hate you when I found out you were fucking my husband. Trust me, I did. But hate is too strong of an emotion to feel towards someone like you.”She smiled when she saw my eyes widen.“What are you talking about?” I asked, out of breath. I heard the whoosh of my furious pulse thundering in my ears.“Have you ever known me to be an idiot, Melanie?”“No,” I whispered.“No,” she repeated. “Of course not. I’ve known almost all along. I figured Alex would tire of you, and when he did, he wouldn’t object to me conveniently sending you away.”My heart raced. “You let us have sex all that time? Didn’t it bother you?”“Yes.” Her smile faded. “I knew, however, that by protesting I’d just drive him closer to you. I know that from experience. You’re not the first slut he’s cheated on me with, you know.”No, I didn’t know. I paled and she looked satisfied.“Yo
Dinner didn’t affect his mood. Was I such a fucking albatross that he couldn’t deal with me living here for a while? I spent time here during the summers growing up. He had a delightful lake at the back of the property. I almost smiled thinking of all the fun I’d had then, but then I caught a glimpse of my father’s expression.He was watching me carefully. Studying me, really. I shifted uncomfortably and looked over at Ella, hoping she’d come up with something brilliant to say. That was a stupid hope, for Ella was never known for uttering anything brilliant. She was a sweet enough girl, but her brains were not her best attribute.I cut my steak up and delicately placed a piece of it on my tongue. I could feel Dad’s eyes burning through my flesh and bone and I couldn’t take it anymore.“What is it?”Dad didn’t pretend to not understand. “I just can’t believe how much you’ve turned into your mother.”“Well, you left me alone with her.” I sipped the wine that had been poured for me, in s
I thought of calling her but she’d only hang up. A letter would be no use, either.I went into my father’s office one Saturday afternoon.“Dad, can I borrow your car?”He sighed and looked up from his papers. How different we looked; he had black hair and a sharp nose, while I looked far more like my mother. We had soft, cutely up-turned noses with big eyes and delicate chins. But I had inherited his dark blue eyes—Mom had hazel.“I was worried one day you’d ask me this ... I’m not sure it’s a good idea just yet, sweetie.”“I want to visit Mom.”Dad’s eyes popped open and he shook his head. “Sit down.”I sat on his comfy leather couch.Then he gave me an almost pitying smile and walked over to his bar. He poured two glasses of scotch and handed me one.“Drink it.”I downed it, coughing and sputtering, and watched him sit across from me in his big winged chair.“Your mother doesn’t want you to visit her.”“I just want to apologize and—”Dad held his hand up. “Ellen doesn’t care if you’
“Lunch?” She sighed and shook her head, a joyless smile twisted across her face. “Melanie, what do you want?”“To apologize. To set things right.”Mom reached for a cigarette and lit it, blowing the smoke in my face. “Should have kept you here.”I relaxed a little. Was she making her own apology? She didn’t really need to, under the circumstances.“Really?”She nodded and looked up at the sky. It was due to rain any minute. “Yes, really.”“Why?”Mom looked back at me. “So that he’d stay. So that when he was bored, he could go to you. He left me a little while after I sent you away. He was furious with me, actually. Does that make you happy? That he was mad I took his toy away? That he was so mad at me he broke all of your grandmother’s plates? Almost tore off my head.”My mouth had opened at her revelation and everything froze, but I shook my head after a minute. “Of course that doesn’t make me happy. But Mom, I saw the two of you at some restaurant together. Some—”“It was taken a mo
“Melanie...”“Please go away.”“Melanie, it wasn’t my fault.”I took five large steps away, hoping to catch my father’s eye. Alex grabbed my wrist.“Please, give me five minutes,” he hissed, keeping a smile on his face for those who’d begun to turn their eyes to us.I laughed bitterly. “Absolutely not.”“A minute, then.”“Alex,” I said, and then swallowed back the lump of emotion his name gave me. “Alex, please just leave me alone. I don’t want anything to do with you, okay?”“Why not? What did your mother tell you?”“God!” A tear dropped down my cheek and I met his eyes straight-on for the first time. “You broke my heart! And this is inappropriate, and you know it! So just stay away from—”“I didn’t send you away,” he said, eyes sparking. He was breathing heavily. “It wasn’t me.”I looked anywhere but him. “You fucked her that night.”He laughed and my eyes shot up to his in disbelief. He thought it was funny?“We were married, Melanie, it’s like I could be like ‘no, gotta be faithfu