What Ben Wanted
Copyright© 2022 by Dick Ever'ard
Chapter 5
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 5 - Ben was a spoilt no-good - to much cunt for his own good, and the Devil was waiting for him. Some parts may be upsetting for certain faiths, beliefs and lifestyles; if this proves to be so - I have hit the spot.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Blackmail Coercion Rape Reluctant Slut Wife Incest Son MaleDom Humiliation Menstrual Play Size Revenge
Having to attend Dads funeral was a fearful prospect for me.
The closer it came, the more paranoid I felt. I dident want to go because it interupted the good time I was having with his wife Laura. I knew that was so selfish of me; which pulled me down more.
But I knew I would have to go; knowing I owed to dad; and avoid being a heel to the relatives showing up for his burial. And It was being a burial that gave me the creeps also; cremation is clean and modern; where burial is creepy and incomplete. The body is still there; moldering in the ground; but still watching maybe?
Like for instance, what his smart-ass son was up to with his beatifull wife now that he was out of the way?
This was the kind of thing I suddenly had in mind when I was at the funeral with Laura; and it sure had an effect on the way we felt together.
Then near the graveside, amoung the mourners, there he was; Mr Baker the funeral man! He was a tall grey man; steel grey hair and clear grey eys; and his skin; that was also cold and grey. It was as though he had died, yet returned; for some unknown reason.
Just seeing him sent fear up my spine! There was no way of knowing how much he had witnessed of mother and I by the pool? At best it would still leave Mr Baker a witness to a very compromising situation for a grieving wife. At worst he might jugde that had encountered something far more in the eyes of God.
The service got underway and Laura had to play her part with myself alongside her as the chief grievers - then shortly the ordeal was comming to a close. But as the relatives were taking their turn to offer Laura their departing condolences I suddenly found Mr Baker at my side!
He toutched my arm as he spoke softly, as if arresting me?
“Well I’m pleased that the late Mr Harris has had a dignified funeral; as his son I’m sure you will now feel an easier pathway ahead, now that he is at rest...
... and as the man of the house I would be gratefull for you to call in at our office and settle the account with me Master Harris; shall we say tomorrow at noon? Good day to you.”