The Safe House
Copyright© 2026 by JP Bennet
Chapter 22
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 22 - A family flees persecution, hiding with a friend and her husband. As months pass kindness comes with a price. The story starts slow and builds up more and more. If you are here for the sex skip to Chapter 21 and beyond.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Coercion Fiction Cuckold Humiliation Slow
I don’t think they knew.
If they did, they didn’t show it.
Mom was better.
I was bored.
I picked up a book. The words passed me without meaning.
When he came in the evening it was as if nothing had ever happened.
Mom and I helped in the house again.
She wore a tight dress.
I just wore plain jeans and a loose t-shirt.
Hugh mostly kept out of our way.
“Glad you’re doing better,” he said to my mom.
“Me too. I missed being out here with you,” she said shamelessly.
I turned to fold the laundry.
“Do you need any help with the wine later?”
“I think I’m fine today.”
When he was gone, I could tell she wasn’t right.
What was she doing throwing herself at him like that anyways?
She was married to dad.
Later, when we were all in bed, I thought about how he’d touched me.
My hands found their way to where his has been.
I tried doing what he’d done.
It didn’t feel the same.
I got a brief tingle.
But I didn’t get wet.
I tried to think of how it had felt.
How he’d done it.
After a while I started feeling sore.
I stopped, frustrated.
Sleeping was a chore.
I lay there hour after hour listening to my parents annoying breathing.
Finally sleep came.
I had my bath after dad
I kept waiting for Hugh to come.
I wanted him to watch me.
He didn’t.
Mom always went to see him on bath nights.
Would he let me?
If I went Mom and Dad would know.
I went to our room.
Mom left for her bath.
I wondered when we’d see her.
To my surprise she was back after what can’t have been more than half an hour.
She seemed angry, but didn’t say anything.
Did she see Hugh? What did he tell her?
Whatever it was she didn’t tell us.
What was she going to do? Vent to dad? About the fact that the man she was cheating with was rejecting her.
I wanted to tell her why.
But I didn’t
Instead, I got out a book. Robinson Crusoe.
This time the words didn’t pass me by.
I was content.
Mom was on edge all the time now.
I wanted to escape to Hugh, but I always felt watched.
Hugh continued to ignore her advances.
She wore tighter clothes. Tried to show more of her body.
But it was killing her.
As we were wrapping our chores up in the kitchen Hugh appeared.
Without missing a beat my mom poured him a glass of wine.
“I thought you should relax a bit.”
She’d never done that before. That was Hugh’s wine. Not hers to just open.
He ignored the provocation and took a sip.
“Thanks. It has been a bit much,” he said without saying what he meant.
Mom poured herself a glass.
This was where I was meant to leave. I’d had to dozens of times.
But I didn’t.
I got myself a glass.
Mom grabbed my wrist as I picked up the bottle, glaring with anger.
“Let her have it,” Hugh said calmly.
She let go of me. But her eyes told a different story.
“So, what’s all this about?” he asked, turning to her.
“You know what it’s about!”
“I don’t know what it’s about.”
She couldn’t find the words to respond. Instead, she turned to me.
“Finish that up and go to bed.”
As if making me go away would solve things.
I stayed and took a sip. It felt bitter and dry.
When my glass was empty, I poured another one.
Soon we were on a second bottle.
Mom poured me a glass.
We didn’t talk much. There wasn’t much to talk about.
I had another glass.
It made me feel tired.
Mom helped me to our room.
I fell onto my mattress.
My head was drumming.
I closed my eyes.
I still felt the wine. It was the first time I’d had alcohol.
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