Puppy Love Chapter 5
While this is not an erotic or smut story per se, it does deal with adultery, church sex, and sex between humans and furs. As such, the story may contain adult elements and themes, nudity, scenes depicting sex, and language some might find inappropriate.
Also, this is a work in progress. I started this story a few months ago and recently finished the fourth chapter. I have no idea how it will end, so any ideas, comments, and critiques are welcome. Flames will be laughed at and discarded.
I rolled over to look at the clock by my bed. 1:24 a.m.
With a sigh, I rolled back on to my back and thought about what Mom told me that morning. How she and Tyler met in high school, then went to college together. How she'd lost her virginity to him at the age of twenty. The night her parents found out she and Tyler were dating and shipped her off to a Christian college upstate. The day she met Dad. The day they first kissed. The day they were married. When they had me. It was like once Mom started talking to me, her whole past came out like a flood.
Then she told me about the day Tyler and his family came to church. How she and Tyler had just been friends until his wife died suddenly of a heart attack in her sleep. How she spent long nights talking to Tyler, consoling him, comforting him, reminiscing with him. And the night that Dad was out of town for a pastor's conference and I spent the night at Sadie's house. The night Tyler stayed with my Mom. "We didn't mean for it to happen, and we certainly didn't expect it," she had said. "But once we started again, we just didn't want to stop. He filled a spot in my heart that your father, good a man as he is, couldn't reach. And I gave him love and stability, a reminder that life does have its joys. I love Tyler, and I know he loves me. And we both knew it would end sooner or later. So we tried to enjoy it while we could."
After Mom finally left me alone, I'd pulled down a calendar and figured it out. Dustin and his family moved here when I was in fourth grade. His mom died when I was in fifth. I'm in the ninth grade now. Even if they didn't start for a year after his wife died. Tyler and Mom would have been having their affair for about three years. And no one else ever had a clue.
When Tyler came over this evening, he and Mom sat at the dining room table, drinking coffee, praying, writing, trying to decide the best course of action. Tyler loved Mom, wanted her to be with him, but he understood she had a family and a life with the church as well; he didn't want to come between her and her life. I watched him cry as he apologized for doing enough of ruining her life already. Mom cradled his head and stroked his face and told him that she would have done it all over again, that she had no regrets.
But what surprised me the most was when I finally came down from my hiding place on the stairs. Tyler dried his eyes quickly and looked at me, afraid of what I'd say.
I remember hugging his neck. And I told him, "Please don't break my Mom's heart again." Then I hugged Mom, told her I loved her, and went upstairs to my room to lay down. Mom came by to check on me about eleven or so. I told her I was thinking. She nodded and left me alone.
Another glance at the clock. 1:32 a.m.
"I'm fifteen," I told my ceiling. "I can't hide from this any more."
The next thing I remember was my alarm blaring to wake me up for school.