Page 99 of These Family Ties

“Edward!” Mom screeches, scrambling to get off me.

In her hurry to move, and still slightly under the effects of the codeine-spiked wine, she overbalances, falling and landing onto the bed beside me. I catch a brief glimpse of her cream-filled pussy when she grabs the sheet and pulls it up to cover her naked body.

I’m lying there completely exposed, my slowly softening cock glistening with our combined cum in the harsh light.

“Would somebody kindly explain what the fuck I just saw?!” Dad bites out.

“I would like to know the same,” Mom says quietly, staring at her lap with flushed cheeks and a look of hurt on her face.

I pull up my boxers and get to my feet. I don’t say a word as I go over to the door and attempt to leave the room. Dad blocks me with an arm across the doorway.

“No, you’re not going anywhere until you explain what the hell you were doing in my bed, fucking my wife—fucking your mother.”

“I love her,” I reply.

“That’s not enough of a reason as to why you would do this, Edward. This is wrong… Oh my God, I just had sex with my son,” Mom gasps, sounding completely mortified.

“Well, Dad. Maybe if you bothered to be around, and actually took care of your wife, maybe I wouldn’t have had to step up,” I sneer.

Blinding light explodes behind my eyes as his fist connects with my jaw. I stagger backward and hit the floor as Mom screams. The blows keep coming, his fists and feet hitting every inch of me he can reach.

“Max, stop! You’ll kill him!”

“Melanie, stay out of this!”

“He’s clearly unwell. What normal boy wants to do this?! He needs help, not beating senseless,” she pleads.

“You’ve always coddled him. Maybe you wanted this too. you seemed to be rather enjoying yourself before I so rudely interrupted,” he snarls.

“How could you think that!?” she cries.

“I don’t know Melanie. How long has it been since you came like that when we’ve made love? Hell, I don’t remember the last time you even seemed to actually want to have sex with me.”

“I thought he was you!” she blurts out before breaking down into sobs.

My head is spinning, and Mom’s hysterical voice begins to warp. The beating stops, and I hear Dad take a step back, panting heavily.

“Bullshit, Melanie. You knew exactly what you were doing and who it was with. Don’t even try to cover it up.”

“I’m not lying to you, Max. I love you. Please, believe me.”

I groan in agony and try to move. I hate hearing Mom sound so sad and defeated, and I want to comfort her. A sharp kick to the side of my head turns the world black.

Chapter Sixteen

Melanie

I can’t believe Max would accuse me of willingly sleeping with my own child. Am I the only one here who hasn’t lost their damn mind? Every strike and blow he lands on Edward breaks my heart, and I refuse to stand idly by while he beats our son to death.

“Stop, Max. He’s done. Leave him alone!” I yell, shoving him away and crouching down next to our boy.

Edward’s face is bloody, and every inch of him is covered in split skin and already turning purple with bruises. Tears drip from my cheeks onto his skin as I sob next to his battered body. If I couldn’t see the rise and fall of his chest or hear the faint wheeze of his breaths, I’d believe he was dead.

I screech in pain as I’m yanked backward and thrown to the floor. The sheet falls from my body, and I scrabble to cover myself up again. Max is leaning over me, his eyes dark with unbridled rage. He rarely loses his temper, but when he does, he becomes completely unhinged. I’ve been on the receiving end of his fury only once, and I endeavored never to see him like it again.

Edward isn’t the only one I’ve failed here tonight. I just hope we both live through whatever Max is about to do. His eyes travel down my exposed skin and come to a stop at my pussy.

“Max, stop. Please. I promise I didn’t know.”

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