Content notes: sex in a church, hand sex, fucking a cross
“Whatcho’ doin’ honey cakes?!?” Bryn's mother loudly and cutely shouted through the phone.
“Nothin’, just sittin’ here watching TV in the living room — WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS SCREAMING INTO THE PHONE, MOTHER?!?”
Bryn was home for the holidays again. She always felt a mixture of duty and want, plus a dash of the guilt trip that her mother has perfected over the years, whenever Christmas came around and the decision to be with her given family was made. Bryn's mother always gave her assignments the moment she arrived — fix this on the computer, wrap these presents for the kids, go pick up this thing from this place — so it was no surprise this time when her mother informed her at the last minute that she had to go up to the church to help with decorations.
“I’m on the other side of town, so I can’t make it. You gotta go now!”
With nothing else to do and no way to get out of helping, Bryn agreed and got dressed to walk dow...
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