Lie again -Blink

Amelia had just taken her second step on the sidewalk, when a raspy yell echoed from the second-story window above her.

"Hey, slut!"

Amelia froze in her tracks, letting out a terrified squeak. Her shoulders hiked up to her ears as she spun around, her wide blue eyes darting up to the open window.

She relaxed immediately, seeing the owner of the voice. "Geez, keep your voice down! Someone will hear you call me that."

Samuel was leaning casually against the window frame, a playful smirk dancing in his eyes. He held something in his hand and casually dangled it over the ledge.

"I know this neighborhood better than your husband. Anyway, you forgot your shoes, you dumb bitch," Samuel called down, his tone as light and conversational as if he were reminding her about an umbrella.

He dropped the strappy sandals. They hit the grass near the patio with a soft thud.

Amelia let out a breath of naive gratitude. Oh my gosh, I'm so forgetful, I even forgot my sandals? she thought, completely ignoring the crude insults he had just yelled across the open air. First, he told me about Marcus's hidden app, talked so much with me, made me realize my hypocrisy and now this. Honestly, I'm so glad I met him.

"Oh my gosh, thank you, Samuel. I completely forgot!" she responded loudly, offering him a bright, flushed smile.

"Run along, whore," Samuel waved lazily, pulling the window shut.

She gave him one last wave before slipping her feet into the sandals and scurried back .

Her hands fumbled with the house keys. The deadbolt clicked as she pushed the door open, stepping inside.

"Mom? Is that you?" Liam stepped out of his room, holding a half-eaten slice of the pizza, making Amelia jump.

"Hi, sweetie!" Amelia chirped, forcing her voice up an octave to sound completely normal. She plastered on a wide, flawless smile. "I'm back!"

Liam took another bite, his brow furrowing as he looked at her. His eyes landing on her chest.

"Mom, are you okay?" he asked, pointing vaguely at her torso. "Your shirt is... messed up."

Amelia looked down. In her panic in the garden, she had mistakenly misaligned the buttons of her white blouse, leaving one side hanging much lower than the other. Worse, the topmost button was fastened into the third hole, creating a gaping hole that prominently displayed the heavy, braless inner curve of her left breast.

A hot flush of pure mortification rushed up her neck. If Marcus had been here... she couldn't even think further.

"Oh! Geez!" Amelia gasped, quickly crossing her arms tightly over her chest. Her mind raced for an excuse. "I... I was just... the- the vines, honey! I must have caught my shirt on a branch!"

"Anyway!" Amelia practically shouted, clamping her legs together. "Samuel made this huge pitcher of iced tea, and I drank so much of it, and- my god, I have to pee so badly right now! I'm practically bursting!

She didn't give Liam a chance to process the lie. She squeezed past him, immediately sprinting for the main bathroom.

"I'll be right out, honey!" she yelled over her shoulder.

She slammed the door shut and engaged the lock. She leaned over the sink, staring at her reflection in the wide vanity mirror.

She looked entirely utterly ruined.

Her golden hair was a tangled, sweaty mess. Her lips were visibly swollen from Samuel's rough, tobacco-stained kisses

With trembling yet excited fingers, she unfastened the crooked buttons of her blouse and let it drop to the tiles. Her nipples were a little puffy, pointing straight ahead, inflamed from Samuel's relentless sucking and pinching.

She shimmied out of her damp, soiled denim shorts.

Her golden pubic hair was completely matted with sticky, dried fluids. The clear, creamy mess trailed all the way down the red, swollen lips of her sensitive slit, dripping down the back of her thighs and sticking uncomfortably to her asshole.

She turned slightly, looking over her shoulder to inspect her rear.

"Geez..." she whispered aloud at the bright, stinging red handprints branded across the pale skin of her plush bottom. "He really doesn't hold back, does he.." a giggle escaping her lips.

A punishment for lying, Samuel had called it.

She twisted further and noticed another faint, reddish bruise developing on the side of her left breast where he had squeezed her too aggressively during her climax.

Amelia quickly turned on the shower, scrubbing her skin raw with sweet-scented vanilla body wash. She washed away the smell of Samuel's tobacco, the sweat of the afternoon, and the sticky evidence of her multiple orgasms from between her legs.

Fifteen minutes later, she stepped out of the steam. She had dried off and wrapped herself tightly in a modest, ankle-length cotton bathrobe, ensuring every single red mark and bruise was completely hidden.

She gathered her soiled clothes, bundled them tightly to hide the scent, and buried them at the very bottom of the laundry basket beneath a pile of Marcus's gym towels.

Feeling refreshed, Amelia unlocked the door and padded back into the living room.

Liam was sitting on the sofa, staring blankly at his phone.

"Sorry about that, sweetie," Amelia smiled, walking over and gently massaging his thick shoulders from behind. "I feel much better now. So, tell me about your day, honey. How were your college classes?"

Liam’s jaw tightened instinctively. He locked his phone and shoved it into his pocket. "They were fine."

"Just fine?" Amelia pouted, leaning against the counter. "Did you talk to anyone nice? Any study groups?"

Liam nodded, not meeting her eyes "Just a lot of reading. Nothing interesting."

"Oh," Amelia sighed softly, a little disappointed by his short answer, but she didn't push. She remembered the favor she needed to ask.

She walked around the sofa and sat next to him, tucking in her legs. "Liam, honey... I know I asked you to keep my new friend a secret earlier today. But... I lost track of time talking about gardening with Samuel, and I stayed over there much longer than I planned."

Liam glanced at her. "So?"

"So... you know how your father gets," Amelia pouted sweetly, playing up her natural innocence. "He worries so much. If he knows I was out of the house until six-thirty, he might get upset and start yelling. If he ever asks you... could you just tell him I was here with you all afternoon?"

Liam scoffed, he didn't really like his father's strict personality either, all thanks to Amelia's over pampering

"Yeah, whatever, Mom," Liam sighed, leaning back into the cushions. "I'll cover for you. Dad is too paranoid anyway. He doesn't need to know every little thing you do."

Amelia's heart soared. Her son was firmly on her side, completely oblivious to the reality of what he was actually covering up. Between the shower, her hidden clothes, and Liam's alibi, she was entirely safe.

"Oh, thank you, my sweet boy!" Amelia beamed, leaning over to plant a kiss on his cheek. "You're the best son a mother could ever ask for! I'm just such a silly... such a silly little slut-"

Amelia froze.

The word had slipped out of her mouth as naturally as breathing.

Liam slowly turned his head, his brow furrowed in deep, utter confusion. "What did you say?"

Amelia’s face burned the color of a stop sign. Her heart leaped straight into her throat.

"S-Scatterbrain!" she stammered, her hands waving frantically in the air as she **** a loud, breathy giggle. "I meant scatterbrain! Gosh, silly me, mixing up my words! I'm just such a silly little scatterbrain!"

Liam stared at her for a moment. His mother was sheltered, strictly religious, and hated the curse words. Hearing something that sounded even remotely close to that coming from her lips was bizarre.

And Amelia's bright, dimpled smile and wide, innocent eyes worked their usual magic as well.

"Right," Liam muttered, getting up. "I'm gonna go finish my homework in my room."

"Okay, sweetie! See you later!" Amelia waved enthusiastically.

After Liam left, Amelia’s knees practically buckled.

Geez, she thought, letting out a foolish giggle. I have to be more careful. Samuel is right... I really am a dumb bitch.