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Coming Home to Roost, Part 1 by Kathy B.

If you're looking for a quick sex story, this isn't it. As I envision it,
this one will be quite long and will take a long time to get really nasty.
Hopefully it will be worth it in the end; I know the fantasy has been
exciting me for days. I'm sorry if the slow pace displeases you but I really
enjoy the long buildup and the humiliation as much as the sex.

Critics might say that this story is really "Coerced" all over again and
they'd have an excellent argument. So what? I like "Coerced" and I like this.
I wish I could take some time and write the whole story at once but my real
life is just too busy at the moment. My goal is to publish at least one
chapter of either "Coerced" or "Coming Home to Roost" each week, hopefully
one of each.

Thanks for all the supportive comments and plot ideas. I write partly to let
my fantasies out of my brain, partly to let my fantasies into your brains,
and partly to make new friends. I love hearing from readers, writers and
dreamers.

Love,

Kathy

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Coming Home to Roost
By Kathy B.
kathybxx@hotmail.com


Part 1

I finished grading the last two papers and triumphantly tossed them onto the
pile. I'd been at it for three hours straight but I was finally done. After
almost twenty years of teaching I still hadn't learned to stagger due dates
from class to class. One hundred and twenty research papers turned in at
once- most of them poorly written and painful to read- was just too much.

It had been a long day. I stayed late at school, then rushed off to a
committee meeting at church, grabbing a deli salad on the way. I ate my
meager dinner while I listened to our pastor drone on and on about the
upcoming tent revival. That lasted for an hour and a half, then I hurried
home just in time to hear about the kids' day, send them off to bed, pick up
their latest mess and then try to finish my schoolwork. It was only Tuesday
and I was already tired.

I stood and stretched, then glanced at the clock. I had just enough time for a
quick soak in the tub, then I'd head off to bed myself. Alone.

I hated Mark's job but he insisted that he had to accept the position of
district manager if he was to ever have any chance of becoming a vice
president in the company. He left for the airport every Monday at six and he
returned every Friday at nine. The rest of the week was a whirlwind of cities
and meetings and trade shows and clients and I couldn't keep track of where
he was at any given time. At first we tried to speak on the phone every night
but he was usually busy or exhausted and I was busy with school, church, the
kids and the house. Lately we were lucky if we talked twice a week.

I felt guilty because the kids didn't have Mark in their lives. I
overcompensated to make up for it but it wasn't the same. I spent almost
every evening with them, doing homework and carting them to sports events but
I wasn't a father. Still, I thought I was doing a pretty good job raising
them, so when the phone rang and Donna Neumann said she was concerned about
David's behavior I was surprised.

"Cindy, I don't know if it's a big deal or not," she told me, "but this
afternoon I heard David and Jason talking about a picture they got from the
Internet. I gathered it was a girl in a skimpy dress or something, but David
described it rather graphically and you know where things could lead if they
start searching around for pornography."

"I'll check into it," I assured her. "If David is abusing his privileges, I'll
take the Internet away from him for a while."

"I know that the boys are getting interested in sex," Donna continued. "I
just don't want them to stumble across some of the psychos that are out
there. Thanks for checking it out," she said as she hung up.

I stared at the computer on the other side of the den, now dark and quiet.
Had David been doing something he shouldn't have been? At fourteen, it was
perfectly normal for him to be interested in girls. I knew he often emailed
people he met on the net; it was possible a girl had sent him a picture of
herself. If it was in a revealing outfit, I wasn't going to go crazy but I
wanted to know if something worse was going on.

I didn't want to ask him and plant the idea in his head if it wasn't already
there, but I couldn't ignore the warning either. I decided to do a little
investigating before I accused him of anything.

Since I barely know how to turn a computer on, snooping around his files
wouldn't do me any good. I needed to spy on him. I decided to leave school
early the next day and see what was going on.

The next day I signed out early, left my car two blocks away and got home
twenty minutes before the kids. I felt like Kinsey Millhone as I hid my
blazer and shoes in my bedroom, then slipped into a closet on one side of the
den. It wasn't the ideal vantage point for seeing the monitor but the
louvered door would allow me to see anyone sitting at the computer and I'd be
able to hear what was said.

A few minutes later I heard the front door open and my sixteen year old
crossed the room, followed closely by her best friend. Beth threw her
backpack on the couch and opened the door to the deck.She called the dogs in
from the backyard and she and Sarah stooped to play with them.

I smiled as I watched her from my hiding place. I was proud of my daughter.
Physically the exact opposite of me, Beth was tall and slim, a star athlete
and an honors student. Boys vied for her attention, drawn to her trim body
and her girl-next-door beauty. She had my bright blue eyes and dark brown
hair, although hers was long and straight to my wavy, shoulder length mane.

After petting and cooing at the dogs for a few minutes, Beth and Sarah got up
and disappeared. I heard them giggling as they clumped up the hall stairs and
into Beth's room. They were both hard-working students and I assumed they were
sitting right down to attack their homework.

Helmut and Bogart immediately came sniffing over to the closet door, whining
to be let in with me. I held my breath and made no sound as I cursed myself
for forgetting about them. If the kids found me hiding in here, they'd know I
was spying on them and I'd be humiliated.

Fortunately, both dogs soon lost interest and wandered off, probably in search
of food. I barely had time to catch my breath when I heard the door again. I
pressed my eye to the slats as the boys entered the den.

David and two of his friends went straight to the computer and waited for it
to boot up. I listened as they talked excitedly.

"Do you think there's a new one?" Jason asked eagerly.

"I hope so," David answered. "I asked for one."

"I don't believe you guys," Kevin said. "I think you're both full of shit."

Jason grinned as David started tapping the keys. "You won't be saying that in
a few minutes."

"Did we miss anything?" I heard my twelve year old call as he entered the room
with another boy.

I gasped quietly. I could cope with the fact that David and his friends were
looking at erotic pictures but I'd be furious if he was corrupting his baby
brother. Jimmy was still way too young for such nonsense.

"Nah, I'm just logging on," David replied. "Call Beth and tell her I'm ready."

I couldn't believe it. Beth knew they were doing this? I left her in charge
when I wasn't home. I'd trusted her.

Beth and Sarah came in just as the computer gave a quiet ding. "Yes! New
mail!" Jason exclaimed. "And it's from Shadow!"

There was a press of bodies toward the computer, then a startled "Hey!"

"Wait, you guys all back up," David ordered. "Beth, you read it."

Beth leaned over her brother's shoulder and read the note aloud.

********************

     David,

     I'm glad to hear that my old high school
     friend is alive and well. If you don't mind, I'd
     like to ask you a few questions about her. Are
     her tits still huge? Back in school she had the
     biggest set of knockers in the whole school and
     everyone knew it. Does she still like to show
     them off? She always wore hot outfits and we
     used to spend a lot of time staring at her tits
     and ass. Finally, how wild is she these days? She
     had quite a reputation when we were young but I'd
     heard she settled down after college.

     To answer your question, I have tons of pictures
     of her. Our school had a very active Photography
     Club and many of the kids had top-notch cameras.
     They'd take pictures at parties, then develop
     them privately after school. I kept everything in
     albums so I can scan just about anything you
     want.

     Unfortunately, this isn't a one-way deal. This one
     makes three pictures I've sent; you need to prove
     that she really lives right down the street from
     you. From now on our deal is one for one. When
     you send me a picture of her, I'll send one back.
     The picture must be similar to one I've sent you
     in terms of the clothes and activities. Since you
     told me in your last email that you could get any
     kind of pictures of her I wanted, I assume that
     won't be a problem. Good Luck.

     Shadow

********************

"Download the picture," Jimmy demanded impatiently. "I want to see it."

"I will, I will," David said. "There. Let's look at them in order. Kevin and
Sarah still haven't seen the first two."

>From my vantage point I watched the children lean forward as they waited for
the picture to load. While I waited, I tried to guess who they could have
been writing about. Probably that slut Maria Weston. I'd always figured she
had a trampy past and she certainly had was buxom.

"Aw, that picture isn't very hot," Kevin complained. "That's just a prom
dress. My mom has a big picture in our front hall of my sister wearing one of
those.Beth and Sarah both will be wearing one in a few months."

"Not like that one, I won't," Beth retorted. "Look how low cut it is. You can
see half her boobs. You can even see she's not wearing a bra. See right there,
how her nipples are popped out. I bet they were sticking out the whole night."

"She looks sexy," Kevin admitted. "I just don't know if I'd go nuts over the
picture."

"How about this one, then?" David asked. "I know it's just a cheerleader's
uniform but look at the way her asscheeks hang out of the skirt and her tits
stretch the sweater. The way she's bent over, you can even see her panties
pulled tight across her pussy mound."

"Where?" Jimmy's friend Larry spoke for the first time. I saw Jason point to
the screen. Larry grinned and nodded.

I was furious. It was bad enough that David and his friends were involved in
this but Beth was in on it too and now Jimmy and his friends! I was going to
kill my kids as soon as I got out of here. Thank God they were only looking at
bawdy material, not downright dirty.

"It's pretty good, I guess," Kevin answered. I mean, it's funny seeing her
wear a cheerleader's uniform and looking so young. Let's see the last one."

A gasp went through the group as the last picture apparently appeared. "Now
that's more like it!" Kevin exclaimed.

"Wow! Look at those tits!" Jimmy whooped.

Sarah turned to Beth. "Did you know they were that big?"

"No," Beth answered. "I knew she was kind of busty but not like that. Plus I
figured it happened when she got older, not way back in high school. I've
never heard her say anything about it."

"Ever seen her in a nightgown?" Larry asked.

"Yes, but not one that sheer," David said. "It's almost like she's not wearing
anything. You can see her whole nipple, plain as day. I think I can even see
part of her pussy."

I waited another twenty minutes or so as they printed out copies of the
pictures for each other, then went their separate ways. As I waited I tried
to figure out how I was going to 'find out' about this so I could nail the
kids. I didn't want them to know I'd been spying on them. The pictures that
were already printed I wouldn't worry about. I wasn't that concerned about a
couple of printouts of Maria's nipples hiding under some adolescent mattress;
I wanted to stop things before they got worse.

Finally David and his friends went to the kitchen for a snack. Sensing my
opportunity, I slipped out of the closet and crossed toward the front door. At
the edge of the den I remembered I hadn't seen the computer screen so I went
over to look. I almost shrieked in shock at what I saw.

The picture showed a young teen, obviously at a slumber party, wearing a
short, sheer nightgown. She was sitting on a floor playing cards, legs
crossed Indian style. Her nipples were completely visible and her pussy
showed as a dark patch through her sheer panties. That wasn't what shocked
me, though.

Staring back at me from the computer screen was a sixteen year old version of
me.

--
Enjoy,

Kathy B. (kathybxx@hotmail.com)

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