Aquapolis
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Chapter 2: The Bad Mother
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 2: The Bad Mother - A contemporary suburban family in an imagined city in an imagined country in North America. It's an environment created by a divergent alternative timeline. Inside the home are parents Sally and Gene of twin teens Lisa and Marc, who are struggling with their high school social lives and a shocking discovery by Sally. Is a sexual solution the right choice?
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Consensual Heterosexual Fiction School Alternate History Incest Brother Sister Anal Sex First Flatulence Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Size Illustrated
“Gene, something terrible has happened with our children, and I think it’s my fault.”
I could feel the tears now starting down my cheeks. With my head tucked into his shoulder, I lay on my back. He’d bent his elbow on that side to cup my tit, the way I always asked him to do. I loved him so much, and I was about to give him such awful news.
“Honey, you’ll feel better if you just tell me what it is. Please, go ahead.”
I wasn’t going to feel better, but I went ahead and told him what I overheard and saw in the shower. He asked a couple of questions and then horrified me by pulling away, as if he was about to get out of bed and leave me!
Just as I was about to cry out, he turned his upper body around, put his hands on the sides of my face, and kissed me firmly. Then he looked me square in the eye.
“Sally. I love you. This is NOT your fault. I want you to listen carefully. After twenty years of marriage, there are still some aspects of sex that you do not understand. I’m going to use generalities.
“What do women do that makes men desperate and horny?”
I thought for a moment. “Wiggle their butt?”
“No. They say something like, ‘You turn me on, I’m so hot, I can’t wait to get you inside me.’ Or,” he smiled, “if they’ve been married for a while, she just gives him one of those looks and says, ‘Wanna fuck?’ That works really well.”
God! I love him.
“Now, what do men do,” Gene asked, “that makes women desperate and horny?”
“It’s a few things, I guess; they show attachment, affection, good character, and self-confidence; they undress you with their eyes; and then the checkmate move, cunnilingus.”
He chuckled. “And if they are married?”
“Dishwashing,” I told him.
“That’s what I thought.”
“Husband, I hang on your every word, but what’s this have to do with our kids?”
“I’m getting to it. Sally, remember when I drove all that way to pick up Lisa from her event last month?”
“Sure.”
“Sometimes, girls confide in their fathers things they won’t tell their moms. I know you don’t want to hear that, but I think it’s normal for girls like Lisa. She appreciates that I am able to stay calm, even when she has difficult things to say. So I did my best to just be calm and not drive us into a ditch, no matter what she said.”
“Shit! Gene, get on with it.”
“You know how Lisa seemed to grow 30 centimeters [12 inches] in 12 months? Along with enduring all that volcanic acne on her face?”
“I felt like crying seeing all those terrible breakouts. My poor girl.”
“Sally, the other girls in her school TORTURED her, and I’m intentionally using that word. She went from popular to pariah in just days, and I don’t think she’s over it yet. And, Sally, I know this is hard for you; she thinks you didn’t support her. She felt all alone, and you were just playing down her misery when she tried to talk to you about it.”
“Oh, my God. I AM the worst mother.” The aquifer behind my eyes was free-flowing now. Gene took hold of my shoulders and gave a gentle shake.
“That is NOT true. She is too young to understand, and I am sure you believed that you were trying to lessen her pain rather than overreacting. You had a natural parental response. Even psychiatrists have messed up children.
“Continuing, Lisa said that when her skin cleared up and she got on the basketball team, she was starting to feel better. That’s when Eddie showed up.”
“Uh-oh.”
“Yeah. It’s the old story. He talked his way into her pants, took her virginity, then tossed her away like a wet tissue after a cruel tirade that put her down hard. I offered to have him killed, but Lisa told me he’s moved to Mexico.”
“Oh, hell. I wish she would have told me.”
“You and me both, Sally. She’s still talking to me, and I have such a death grip on the steering wheel that my hands were sore for days afterwards. Then, her story got even worse.”
“Oh, fuck no.”
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