Back to the Garden

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Author: Selena Kitt
Tags: Erótica, Literature & Fiction, Erotic
them rocking and moaning in the dimness. She could see past the door frame now, her father poised above her mother, the covers over the lower half of their bodies in the early morning light. The clock on the nightstand read 5:18.
    “Oh God!” her mother cried, her hands moving over his broad, strong back. “Oh baby, fuck me harder! Yes, yes!”
    The heat spread through Libby’s belly, lower into her groin, her eyes wide and mouth agape as she watched her parents having sex. Her father grunted and moaned, and she saw them kiss, their mouths hungry and eager for each other.
    “Ohhhh Kim,” he moaned, his movements growing faster, harder. Libby bit her lip, a deep ache between her legs. “I can’t hold back...”
    “Yes,” her mother purred. “I’m so close.”
    It was over like that, a fast, furious pumping, the soft moans and cries of her mother, the growl and thrust of her father as they came together in a moment of bliss that left Libby paralyzed and breathless as she watched them from the doorway.
    “Oh hell,” she heard her father say as he rolled to one side. The light coming in from the window was a little brighter now and Libby could see them sprawled side by side. “We shouldn’t have done that.”
    “I know,” her mother gasped, putting an arm over her eyes. “Fuck.”
    “I’m sorry,” Ed apologized, turning up on his elbow.
    “No you’re not.” Libby said the words, startling them all.
    “Libby!” her father called after her, pounding on the bathroom door that she locked behind her.
    She didn’t answer him. She just slid down the wall, put her fist against her mouth, and sobbed.
    —
    “Libby?”
    She knew it was her mother, coming to say goodbye. What a novel idea.
    Libby had stayed inside on the couch all day, curled up in front of the TV, naked under a blanket. Her father had tried several times to talk to her, but she’d turned away from his words. They left in the morning to go to the lawyer, and Libby had slept a good deal of the afternoon away, listening to the faint sounds of them talking in the kitchen.
    With a sigh, Libby lifted her head off the couch cushion, not at all prepared for the sight of her mother standing in the doorway with the big, blue suitcase. Her stomach clenched, and she turned back towards the TV, pretending to be interested in a re-run of Friends .
    She felt the sofa shift as her mother sat. There was water running in the kitchen and she knew her father was cleaning up the dinner dishes. Her stomach growled in protest. She hadn’t eaten anything all day.
    “Libby, remember when I said I’d give it a chance?”
    Closing her eyes, she tried to block out the words.
    “And you said you’d give me one, right?” Her mother’s hand on her hip, rubbing. “Can we try again? Maybe you can come visit me in Arizona.”
    The other side of the world, Libby thought. Might as well be a different planet.
    “You better go,” Libby mumbled, pushing her mother’s hand off her hip.
    “I love you, Libby.” Her mother stood with a sigh, reaching down to finger a long strand of her hair.
    Looking up at her for a moment, she almost believed, but then she saw the blue suitcase waiting by the door. The water had stopped in the kitchen and she sensed her father’s presence behind them, watching.
    “Go.” Libby waved her away, her eyes back on the TV. “Leave us alone. It’s what you wanted. It’s what you’re good at.”
    “Libby—” Her father’s voice, pleading with her.
    Libby pulled the blanket around her, standing. “Don’t you talk to me. Not after last night.”
    She went to her own room, burying her face in the pillow. It smelled like her mother’s hair and she sobbed into it, hearing the sound of the door, her father’s goodbye. She couldn’t help peeking out the window, but all she saw was a glimpse of the blue suitcase as the driver put it into the trunk. Inside the cab, her mother was in shadow, and then she was gone.
    —
    She woke up screaming
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