Reality strikes with another nightmare!

With her hand still upon the latch, the very second the hasp noisily clicked shut, Dara's knees buckled. Suddenly, and finally, in full control of her mind and body, the realization of her recent activities hit her, taking every bit of air from her lungs. She crumpled against the fence, using what little energy she had left, to hold her upright. Her stomach heaved, the threat of vomiting its recent contents lurched into her throat. The taste of the salty remnants returned with a sickening feeling of over-indulgence.

"Oh my god," Dara gasped, quickly placing her hand over her mouth, trying to stifle her sudden outburst, while simultaneously keeping herself from vomiting all over herself. The spasms quickly subsided as Dara still stood motionless, trying to absorb the reality of it all! Much to her dismay, she became acutely aware of a tart wetness and pungent smell lingering on the hand covering her mouth and nose. Her very own joyous, sexual release, still evident on the hand that had been buried in her pussy all afternoon, was now pressed against her face, reasserting the events were not a mere figment of her imagination. "Jeezus," she cried out as tears began falling in earnest.

Dara collapsed against the fence, sobbing uncontrollably, trying to understand why she had forsaken everything she treasured within her family for the sinful and lustful forbidden acts she had just performed. There was no reason she could conjure, why she did the things she did last night and again today. There was no reason she could imagine why she felt so drawn to the neighbor's kid she had once so despised. The longer Dara slumped against the mere divider between her two lives, the more she succumbed to the realization that it felt good ... no ... it felt GREAT! She couldn't remember the last time she had orgasmed as much, or as intensely as she had during the past two encounters with Colin.

Once again, Dara cried in despair as the two forces dueled with each other. It was to no avail. She needed to clear her mind and think this entire thing through! Last night's nightmare may have been a bad dream, but this afternoon's events seemed to just reinforce what happened the previous evening. 'But why?' That would have to be answered with a clearer mind, when she was somewhat calmer than she was at this very moment.

With every ounce of energy she could muster, Dara focused on her house and made her way to the patio and then to the back door. She had just stepped inside, a feeling of comfort and safety, warmly enveloping her as she reacclimated herself to her own home. A few ounces of grief and burden were lifted as she breathed in and sighed. However, the very moment the rear patio door had shut closed, Dara's burdens intensified a hundred fold.

The front door had opened with the familiar sound of two men entering. "Honey we're home!" David's chirpy voice bellowed as usual, happy to be home after a hard day at work. "Hey mom, what're we havin' for dinner?" Tony's voice was unmistakable, more bass than his father, always hungry when he came home from school!

Dara froze, once again, unable to move, her eyes suddenly wide as fear and shock overtook her. Eyes glancing towards the clock on the wall confirmed her worst nightmare. She had spent the entire afternoon at the Erikson's house, sucking Colin's cock and masturbating to glorious orgasms. She was suddenly reminded and quite aware of the decorations he had adorned her with, still caked upon her breasts and torso, unable to be fully concealed by the meager covering she was wearing. The house had not been tended to either! The beds hadn't been made, the bathrooms not cleaned, laundry not done, dishes and cups still littered the table, and worst yet, no food prepped for dinner! Her entire daily routine had been traded in for a day filled with nothing but sex, SEX, and more SEX!

Dara had to make some quick decisions! The two men in her life that she had adored and treasured were making their way towards the kitchen.

Run and hide? Let the men find the house in disarray on their own, and find the kitchen not only a mess, but without dinner? Where would she hide? How would she make an appearance, or wait to be found? What could she say?

Face the men? Tell the truth? What she spent the day doing? The caked cum evident on her exposed flesh? The smell of sex drenched over entire being?

"SHIT" Dara cursed in a barely audible whisper, her eyes frantically surveying the room, hoping to aid in a hasty decision.