1. Dee


    Date: 4/15/2015, Categories: Taboo, Author: zeb1049, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    our parents watching, again. I missed kissing her. Then we both graduated high school. Dee went off to college and I went to work, in a factor, building tractors. Big, yellow tractors. The kind with the tracks on them. For the next six years, Dee and I hardly saw each other. I did meet a girl and we were married. I loved her dearly and she me. It was a time of recession. Jobs were scarce. I joined the Air f***e. Dee and her husband came out to visit once. Then she divorced her first husband. Over the years she would be married five times. She had a habit of picking bad boys. The first three that treated her badly, her farther beat the crap out of. The next one, I did the honors. The last guy...well he was a winner. He treated her right and wasn't poor like the others. I eventually got out of the service and moved back home. Not Home, but home. We got an apartment close to Dee. She came over a lot after work. She was good company to my wife as my job had me working long hours during the week. Dee was a psychologist and worked eight hours a day during the week. At the time she had no one in her life. Dee and my wife became very close. Then my wife became very ill. She hung on as long as she could. I was devastated when she passed. Dee took care of everything for me. My wife was only thirty when she died. A year older than me. I took a leave of absence from work and just sat staring at the TV all day and night. I barely slept and I only ate when Dee came over and f***e fed me. ...
    Whenever she tried to talk to me about my life, I just broke down and cried. About a month after...Dee came over and f***ed me to shower. She yelled how she hated the stench that I had become and lived in. The next day a cleaning crew showed up with her and cleaned my house. I sat in a hard wooden chair while new furniture was brought in. Then a stinging blow right across my cheek brought me into focus. I looked up at Dee. She was standing over me, her hand ready to deliver a second blow. I blinked up at her watching as her hand started down and hit me again. I just stared up at her, tears welling up in my eyes. Another slap stung my cheek. Dee winced when she hit me the fourth time. Then there was a fifth and a sixth. After the seventh I finally spoke up. "You can stop now. Please?" I said just staring up at her. I was on my back on the living room floor. Dee was straddling my hips. "Will you talk to me?" she yelled. "I love you," I told her. "And thank you for taking care of everything. The funeral was lovely. I think she would have approved." Dee started crying and collapsed down onto my chest. My arms came up automatically and wrapped around her soft, sobbing body. She sighed as I gently squeezed her. "Oh god, I'm so glad to have you back...I thought I had lost you?" she sobbed into my neck. "I was here. I saw you, yet found I couldn't speak or even acknowledge you. I'm sorry." "I know. I love you too," she whispered almost sounding frightened. Then her lips touched my ...