fucked some stranger it would've been a different matter; she could've at least forgiven herself.
She shivered as she thought about facing Tom when he came in from work. One look at her and he'd know what she'd done. She sat on the edge of the bed, then dropped her face into her hands. She began to whimper a little, then the whimpering became jerking sobs. In a few moments she was crying uncontrollably and her hands were filling with tears. What would she do if Tom saw the guilt on her face? How would he react when he realized she'd fucked John? Her marriage would be through! So would her happiness! So would her life! Yes! She'd rather die than let him find out what she'd done. She'd die anyway if he found out.
She walked over to the dresser drawer where Tom kept his pistol, then opened it slowly. She reached inside and withdrew the.38 special, then held it in her hands. She studied it through blurry eyes. Her dream had suddenly become a nightmare, a nightmare which must end her life. She cocked it and held it to her head, pressing the end of the barrel to her temple. She closed her eyes, her finger tightening upon the trigger. In a few moments there'd be no need for forgiveness; her life would be over and it'd be as though she never existed.
The slamming of the front door brought back her senses. She tossed the pistol back into the drawer and slammed it shut, then ran to the bed as tears streamed down her face. She fell onto the covers, her body jerking with the shame she felt.
Her tears flowed freely to the pillow as Tom walked into the room.
He took one look at her jerking nakedness, then walked to the bed and sat beside his beautiful wife. She'd been crying all the goddamned night because of him and his stupidity. He never should've walked out when she needed him so badly.
'My God, darling! What've I done to you?' he groaned, placing his hands on her naked shoulders and kneading tenderly. 'I didn't realize I was leaving you in such a predicament. Jesus, I'm sorry! Please, forgive me! I didn't know you were going to lie here and cry all night. Hell, I thought you were joking when you said you needed me.'
Her body jerked even more beneath his caressing hands. Her concerned husband thought she was crying because he'd left her last night. The poor thing couldn't know why her heart was breaking. He was trying to place the blame on himself. It was true that he'd made her need a cock, but he hadn't twisted her arm and forced her to fuck John. She turned over and looked at him through tear filled eyes, knowing he would see the shame and guilt on her face.
His hands rested on her breasts as she settled beneath him, then his fingers twirled her nipples between them. He felt her pull away from him, then he looked into her face. He didn't see shame nor guilt on her beautiful face; he only saw the hurt she felt. He couldn't blame her for pulling away; he'd hurt her terribly.
'I-I-I wasn't joking, Tom,' her voice jerked. 'I needed you! You're responsible for everything that happened to me.'
'I know, and I'm really sorry about that,' he apologized. 'I just wish you hadn't been alone all night, especially since you were crying your heart out for me.'
Her face looked so innocent and pure to him. His wife was the most virtuous woman in the whole goddamned world.
Tears continued to flow from her eyes as she began to feel sorry for him. She was the guilty one and he was being punished. She couldn't tell him about John. If he couldn't see the guilt written all over her face it wasn't her fault. She wished she could be alone for awhile; she needed to think about what had happened to her and what she was doing to Tom.
'I don't want to hurt you any more than I have,' he said, looking deep into her watery eyes. 'I know I promised to fuck you this morning, but how the hell could I know one of the machines would break down. I've got to go back to the plant.'
Did she hear him right? Was her prayer being answered? Would she have the time she needed to think things through? She didn't say anything; she only looked at him wonderingly.
'I'm sorry, darling. I know how much you wanted me to fuck you but I can't do it. I have to be at the plant within the hour.' He apologized, taking her hands in his. 'I'm the only one capable of repairing the machine. It's ironic that this happened when you need me the very most.'
'Will you have time to eat breakfast?' she looked at him wonderingly.
'I'm afraid not, darling,' he smiled down at her. 'I'm holding everything up by being here right now. I need to get back at once.'
'Wake the children for me,' she said as she managed to sit on the edge of the bed. 'Ill get their breakfast ready for them.'
'You're not mad at me for leaving, are you?' he asked, dragging his finger tenderly between her puckered pussylips. 'I can't help this.'
'No! I'm not mad,' she tried to sound calm, relieved she wouldn't have to face him for a few more hours. 'I realize you have a job to do.'
'I'm glad you understand,' he smiled at her again. 'I don't know what I'd do without you.'
She got up and slipped on her robe while he woke the children, then she walked into the kitchen to start their breakfast. Tom walked into the kitchen and kissed her goodbye, then slipped out the door and went back to the plant.
'Children, I'd like to be alone this morning,' Barbara suggested as they finished eating. 'I wonder if there's any place you could go?'
'Sure, Mom,' Mike answered. 'I'd like to go to the library for awhile.'
'And I need to do some research,' Judy smiled. 'I can go along with Mike.'
'I don't have anything to do,' Martha frowned. 'I guess I play with Joe and Sally.'
John didn't say anything. He figured his mother wanted to be alone because of what happened last night. However, he couldn't understand why.
'What about you, John,' she asked sweetly. 'Can you find anything to do?'
'He can go with me,' Martha suggested. 'Four can play better than three.'
'Yeah!' John muttered, knowing he wouldn't stay at the neighbor's house very long. 'I'll go along with Martha,'
In a few moments the children left, then Barbara felt nothing but loneliness in her heart. The house was quiet, almost too quiet. She walked back into the bedroom and slipped off her robe, then tossed it to the bed. She walked to the dresser and looked at herself in the mirror. She had a damned good figure but it was just a little too old for her son. What the goddamned hell was she thinking last night? What had she allowed herself to 'become? Why had she seduced her son? Had she really needed a cock so badly? Couldn't she have waited for her husband to come home?
She modeled her nude body before the mirror, turning from one side to the other, then she spotted the shadowy figure in the doorway. Her heart sank; someone was watching her,
'You're beautiful, Mama,' he sighed, gazing wantingly at her lovely nakedness, 'You're even prettier than you were last night,'
'John!' she gasped, relieved it wasn’t one of the older children staring at her naked body. 'You startled me! I thought you were with Martha,'
'I was, but I got tired of their childish games,' he smiled at her. 'I like our games much better.'
'What're you talking about?' she asked, then shivered a little. 'Our games ended when I awoke this morning. You must forget about last night.'
'I don't want to forget about last night,' he smiled as he walked over and cuddled her breasts in his hands, then when he teased at her nipples with his fingertips, they hardened instantly. 'You like it too, Mama. Your nipples are getting hard, just like they did last night.'
'No, darling! Forget about last night,' she groaned, her cunt beginning to tingle with that desperate urge. 'Your mama was out of her mind last night.'
'That may be true, but you enjoyed every bit of it-I could tell,' he smiled as one of his hands eased between her thighs to tease at her pussymound, then his index finger found its way inside her gash to caress at her hardening clitoris. 'Everything is just as it was last night.'
'No! It can't be!' she groaned, her pussy starting to push at his finger. 'Last night was a dreadful mistake.'
'Then it was a very beautiful mistake,' he moaned, slowly escorting her to the bed, then
