“Sam, no, please,” Sharon whispered.
“I’ll protect you from him. Don’t worry; I’ll be here for you this time. Nothing will happen to you.”
Before Sharon could reply, a nurse came in to check on her, undoing a few bandages, allowing Sharon a better view of her son’s face. She cried upon seeing him.
Sharon and Sam left the hospital a few days later. Julie had visited several times; Nikki did a few as well. Holly, Sharon’s oldest sister, called from Miami every other day to check on her. However, at home, Sharon and Sam were alone.
“Let’s go,” Sam said the next day, standing behind his mother, while she looked into the guest room where she and Nikki had sex – cumming with thoughts of Sam on her mind.
Their bags were packed, the car loaded, mother and son pulled out of the driveway. They would arrive at their cabin, three hours away, and spend a final week together, alone. It would be the last time they saw each other.
Chapter 2
Four months later, Holly was on her knees in her Miami bedroom, holding her tits together, watching a college student jack his cock in her direction. She listened to his moans and waited for him to blow his load all over her face and breasts.
“Yes!” he cried out at the foot of the bed. His cock erupted, spurting cum on her cheek, chin, into her open mouth, ending the eruption with a few spurts on her sizable tits.
“Awesome! Great job!” Holly’s husband, Jon, clapped from the corner of the room. He had been filming the entire thing. He had tons of files of his wife in homemade pornography movies. This, along with swinging, is a hobby the couple had been indulging in for years.
Holly nodded to the college student while Jon gave him a $20 bill. She wiped semen from her face and chest, tossing the towel in the laundry basket as she entered the bathroom. She didn’t even bother to say goodbye to the kid her husband found. She was tired of this.
Letting the warm water wash over her, Holly rolled her eyes, when Jon entered the shower a moment later.
“You did great, as usual,” he said.
“That was the last time.”
“What?”
“We’ve talked about this before,” Holly reminded him, running water through her long blonde hair.
“I know, but come on,” Jon said, playfully squeezing one of Holly’s tits. “You’re so hot, and so good at all of this, babe. You’re like my porn star wife.”
“I’m not a porn star.”
“Look, I can track down Rodney. I can get him back in here,” Jon pleaded. “You two worked great together.”
“Ugh,” Holly grimaced. “Gross.”
“Holly, what the hell? Are you still hung up on Sharon?” Jon crossed the line.
Holly said nothing, clinching her teeth and pushing past Jon. “Holly! Come on, babe!”
Holly was tired of fighting about it, she was tired of participating in homemade porn; she was tired of dating other men while her husband dated other women – she missed her sister and Sharon was all she could think about in the last four months.
She fought back tears, looking out the window, feeling Jon approach her from behind. “Holly,” he whispered.
“Just leave me alone!” She pushed away, rushing past him, down the stairs to the living room.
Thirty minutes later, Jon appeared, dressed and ready to go out. “I’ll be back later. Might be in the morning,” he said, Holly on the couch, her back to him. She nodded her head and grabbed the remote.
She had no idea which girlfriend he’d end up with, she didn’t care. Holly’s sex drive had all but disappeared after Sharon’s death. She’d put on shows for Jon, having sex with random men he found, so he could film it and get off on it. After a couple months she said she couldn’t do it anymore. Jon always found a way to make her feel guilty, convincing her to perform one last time for him. She foolishly obliged him and went along with it.
Holly sat alone, flipping through the TV, thinking about the past few months. She thought about how much she’s changed after losing a loved one. She thought about Sharon, her nephew Sam, her own children and their very strained relationship. She wondered what they were doing, choking up when she thought about their reaction if she got the courage to call them – should they even answer the phone.
She started crying. The should have’s and could have’s returned. “I should’ve visited her more in Charleston. I should’ve called more. I could’ve been a better sister. Now she’s gone, forever.”
Holly clutched the couch pillow, holding it tightly, tears streaming. “She’s gone.”
“I could’ve,” Holly paused, thinking about her own life.
“I could’ve been a better aunt, a better mother to my own children. I shouldn’t have married Jon!” She threw the pillow across the room.
Holding her face, wiping her tears, she shook her head. Alone on the couch, she recalled how much her own kids disliked their stepfather, Jon. “I don’t blame them,” Holly said aloud.
“They’re far away, they want nothing to do with me,” Holly thought, more guilt flooding her mind. “Jon never liked Sharon to begin with.”
She cried more, picturing her sister’s smiling face, wishing she could call her, hear her voice, or give her one last hug.
Holly often spoke with her other younger sister, Julie. Their relationship had improved since Sharon’s death. Julie lived in Charleston as well, the distance making visits infrequent.
She tried to reach out to her nephew, Sam, but to no avail. Holly learned from Julie that Sam was a total mess, still inconsolable, living alone in Sharon’s house. Julie said she checks on him, invites him over, and buys him groceries, but he remains a husk, a shell of a person, barely alive.
Holly cried again, “He loved his mother so much.”
She fell asleep on the couch sometime after midnight. Jon was still out with who knows who. A phone call awakened Holly. It was her sister Julie.
“Holly, it’s Sam,” Julie said, her voice frantic.
“Please no, not again. Please not another one, please be alive,” Holly thought.
“He’s been in a wreck,” Julie cried.
“No, please don’t say it, please be a dream,” she thought.
“He’s in Miami in the hospital,” Julie got out.
Her heart pounding, slight relief that another family member hadn’t tragically died washed over her. “He’s, he’s here?”
“Yes. He was in a bad wreck, he was drinking. I don’t even know what he was doing down there. I got a call from the police department. He must’ve had me listed as a contact, or maybe they went through his phone,” Julie explained.
“But he’s alive?”
“Yes. He’s in rough shape though.”
The only thing on Holly’s mind was that she needed to be there with him. She got the room information from Julie, put on her slippers and sped off the hospital, still in her pajamas.
Chapter 3
Sam was asleep. The doctor briefed Holly on her nephew’s condition. He hadn’t been wearing his seat belt. He received several blows to the head when the car flipped and rolled several times. He was in a medically induced coma. The doctor informed Holly that they’ll run more tests in a few days to see if swelling of his brain has subsided. She was advised there could be after effects, issues with memory, speech, and vision.
Holly sat next to her sleeping nephew, gathering her thoughts. He had no one, he was alone. His mother died and here he was in the hospital.