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Mother's Little Helper
Chapter Four
"Late night, huh?" My husband neither smiled nor frowned, but just looked at me as I walked into the kitchen.
"Macaroni for breakfast?" I looked at the plate in front of my nine year old son, Jack Junior.
"It's noon," Jack said.
"It's lunchtime, Mom." JJ smiled at me. "Dad put hot dogs in it."
"Good." I nodded and kissed the top of his head. "Daddy's a good cook, isn't he?"
"Uh-huh," he agreed around his full mouth.
"Where's Amy?" I asked, reaching for Jilly, my three year old. My angel. I picked her up just so I could give her a kiss and a snuggle and she giggled.
"The mall, last I heard." Jack shrugged and I made a little face at that, but our oldest daughter was fifteen now and always gone someplace, despite my best efforts to rein her in.
"Eat your macaroni, baby," I said, putting Jilly back into her high chair. She'd outgrow it soon.
"What time did you get in last night?" my husband wondered, leaning against the counter now, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Ummm ... Late?" I smiled weakly. "I'm sorry, okay? We stayed out late, but I needed it. How often do I get out?"
"I don't know, Gina." Jack wasn't smiling. "How often?"
"Not at all," I said, keeping my tone light.
I really wanted a pill and a cup of coffee to wash it down with, or maybe something stronger. My first thought at waking up had been to get some coke up my nose. My head ached and my asshole still hurt, the memories of what I'd done the night before wouldn't go away. They were a bit jumbled, somewhat confused in places, but I remembered sucking Gary's cock in the dance club. I remembered Bob fucking me to orgasm and cumming inside me. Fucking my ass. Now I had to face my husband and pretend it had never happened.
"Come on, you can't complain about me that much? Can you?" I tried to give him a hug, standing close and putting my arms around him.
"I'm just trying to understand," he sighed, hugging himself instead of me. Stiff and unbending.
"I know. Me too." I looked up, into his eyes. "It's just, I feel overwhelmed sometimes, you know? I go a hundred miles an hour all week. And you're working and the kids need so much attention..."
"Yeah," he agreed, starting to relax. At least Jack let his arms go, dropping them to his sides so I could get a little closer. I pressed my body against his.
" ... I'm not being bad," I lied, not even flinching as I let him see my face. "Okay? I swear. I'm just trying to deal with everything."
"I know. Okay." Jack nodded slowly and I thought he believed me, or at least wanted to. I'd never lied to him before though, so that probably helped. He wanted to trust me.
"Maybe it's one of those mid-life crisis things," I half-joked, smiling as I rubbed my breasts against him through my flannel nightgown.
"Maybe you should just buy a sports car then," he suggested, smiling back at me and finally putting his hands on my hips.
"Heh!" I giggled and shook my head. "Where would I put JJ's soccer team? Besides, that's a man thing."
"Oh, well ... What do women do?" Jack wondered. I struggled to keep from wincing as his fingers found my butt, squeezing me and tugging at my cheeks playfully. My bruised and torn anus throbbed painfully.
"I don't know," I whispered, pressing my face against his shoulder. "We go a little crazy, I guess."
"I guess so," he sighed. "Maybe I can take some time off. I've got some vacation saved up. We can take the kids out of school for a week and..."
"No." I scrunched up my nose. "We need that two weeks next Christmas, remember?" I grinned. "Someone promised you-know-what to you-know-who."
"Are we going to Disneyworld for Christmas, Mom?" JJ asked and I gave my husband a grin. "Dad promised!"
"My, what big ears you have!" I looked over my shoulder at my son.
"Yeah, buddy." Jack smiled. "We're going."
"Mickey Mouse!" Jilly smiled happily and even three year olds know what Disneyworld means. She was a smart kid anyway.
"What have you got going on today?" I asked, relaxing as my husband moved his hands off my ass and back to my hips. The kids were watching.
"It's Saturday, Mom!" JJ reminded me. "I got a soccer game today, remember?"
"Oh..." I nodded seriously and smiled at Jack. "How could I forget?"
"I'm going to take him and his friends for ice cream after," he said.
"Is it our turn to drive again?" I narrowed my eyes a little, trying to remember the carpool schedule for the soccer team, and I guessed it was.
"Yep." Jack nodded. "What are you doing today?"
"Me?" I laughed. "I'm going to air out Amy's room."
"Oh, she'll love you for that." He gave me a sympathetic smile.
"She'll want to see my search warrant," I replied, but I wasn't totally joking. The girl was sensitive about her privacy, too sensitive in my opinion. I wanted to check up on her. She was my daughter and I loved her, no matter what Amy might have thought.
"Well, better you than me." Jack kissed my forehead.
"And you wonder why I needed a late night?" I smiled at him. "I might need another one after this."
"Hmph." My husband shook his head at me. "Only if you bring me along."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah," he said seriously, hiding it beneath a grin. "New rule, okay?"
"I love you." I kissed him on the lips, but inside I wanted ask him what the hell that meant. He was making rules for me now? "But you know what?"
"What?"
"I really want some coffee," I told him and then spied my purse on the table where I'd left it that morning. "After I use the bathroom."
Other than my ass being very sore and tender, I actually felt pretty good. I had enough pills to see me through until Monday and a whole gram of coke. That would be enough for the weekend anyway. I'd put my husband's fears to rest, or so I hoped, and life was okay again. Back to normal, as they say.
I put Jilly down for her nap shortly after Jack left with our son for the big soccer game, and took a deep breath as I entered the Amy Zone.
"Great," I sighed, looking around my teenage daughter's bedroom.
Her bed was unmade, of course, the sheets dirty as well. Amy probably hadn't changed them in a week, since last Saturday when I'd nagged her all morning to clean up. Most of her clothes lay strewn about, clean or dirty didn't matter, tossed like a tornado had spent the night. Magazines, homework, assorted ... stuff. She would hate me for cleaning up, but someone had to do it.
"Oh, these are cute." I found a neon yellow thong in her underwear drawer, hiding in the back under all the regular panties she owned and probably never wore.
I set the thong aside, starting a little contraband pile. Fifteen-year-old girls don't need thong panties, in my opinion and Amy was barely that. Twenty minutes later I found something even more interesting, a plastic wheel dispenser with small heart shaped pills. Thirty of them numbered for convenience and eight were missing. So, my innocent little girl was all grown up and using birth control.
Maybe I should have found some relief that Amy at least had the sense to be cautious, but that only fueled my anger as I thought about Gary and especially Bob, my so-called 'date' the night before. Amy had more sense than I did, if I chose to think of it that way, and I didn't want to. I put the pills on top of the thong and kept cleaning.
At least I didn't find anything else I could get too upset about. No drugs, no booze hidden away someplace. I finished with her room and closed the door behind me, a large bundle of dirty clothes and bedding over my shoulder, stuffed in a pillow case like I was Santa Claus. I kept her thong and pills, putting them in my nightstand next to my bed. I'd hold them until Amy said something, or a few days anyway, whichever came first, and then we could have it out. I didn't know if or when I'd tell Jack. I guess it depended on how reasonable Amy was willing to be.
Her father wouldn't be too happy finding out Amy wasn't a virgin, I thought. That could be a good thing though, since I was getting real tired of being the evil witch. Amy looked at Jack like he was some kind of super hero and it tended to make me a little jealous at times, although lately he'd been spending most of his free time with JJ and that just pushed Amy even further away from us. I'd have to talk to Jack, I thought, and...
"Hello?"
The phone had rung just as I came upstairs from the laundry room, which was part of our perpetually unfinished basement. Someday, Jack willing, we'd have a nice little recreation room down there. Probably after our kids were gone to college and married and old and...
"Gina! Hi!" Stacy's voice filled my ear.
"Hey, what's up?" I smiled, because it was a good time to take a break and I needed to talk to her anyway.
"What's up with you, girl?" She laughed. "Having a little fun without me?"
"What's that?" I narrowed my eyes at the phone.
"I had a message on my machine last night," she explained. "Jack was looking for you or something."
"My Jack? Called you ... Why?" I frowned.
"He wanted to know where we were going." Stacy laughed again. "If I'm gonna be your alibi, you need to give me a heads up. You're lucky I wasn't home."
"Oh." I swallowed hard. "Yeah, uh ... I just had to get out and I told him..."
"You were going out with me?" She was grinning, I could hear it in her voice. "Ladies night out? He believed that?"
"Yeah, maybe," I said defensively. "I didn't do anything."
"Sure, Gina, uh-huh ... Well look, what time did you get home? Just so we have our story straight."
"Ummm ... Three maybe?" I lied, knowing it had been after four, and I didn't know why I was doing that.
"Three, okay. Did you tell him where you went?"
"No."
"Cool, we'll say it was a lingerie party if he asks. Stop by Victoria's Secret and pick something out for him, tell him you bought it at the party," Stacy suggested. "Something sexy, right? He'll believe you then."
"Yeah, um, okay." I giggled nervously.
"So other than skipping out on your husband ... How ya doing?"
"I wasn't skipping out!"
"Yeah, yeah." She laughed again. "So come on, who's the guy?"
"What guy?" I protested. "I just went out, okay? You're worse than Jack."
"That's because I know you," Stacy retorted and she sounded too happy. I'd never cheated in my life until I'd met Gary and she couldn't know about that ... Could she?
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