Chapter 5

Well, I survived the morning alone. As my buddies and I ... Okay, we hunted monsters all morning. Shayna remained curled up near me in the shade of one of the table umbrellas. At the sound of dad’s car pulling into the driveway, Shayna leaped to her feet and tugged the sliding door open before dashing to meet him when he opened the front door.

All was right with the world.

When he stepped onto the patio, chased by Shayna, tail wagging and nose crinkling, I looked up from the game. He flashed a smile. Just when he appeared about to ask how things had gone, he looked down at the water bottle she’d brought me earlier—just before I felt thirsty. As well as the empty sandwich box she’d also brought. Just as my stomach thought about rumbling.

With a nod, his smile broadened. I wanted to say how dangerous it had been. I could’ve ... I mean, what if the chair had tipped? Or if it had—just stopped? My gaze locked on Shayna’s brilliantly shiny emerald eyes as she panted from the heat. Then Shayna would’ve handed me the phone. Or run to the neighbors. Or turned back time and warped the universe for me. That’s what those eyes said.

At least that’s what I “heard.”

When I looked up again, dad was already inside, heading for his home office for the afternoon.

In the evening, I was outside once more. This time working on a term paper due shortly after we returned to school. Though my mother’s car pulled into the driveway, Shayna didn’t move. Instead, she stayed by my side as I rolled towards the door.

When I got to the glass, I saw why she hadn’t rushed to the front door. My dad had met her; they were grinding against each other in the open doorway. His hands were buried in her butt, dragging her skirt upwards with each clench of his outstretched fingers. Her fingers clawed along his back as they swayed; mouths locked.

As I gulped, the glass hardly muffled their moans. With another swallow, I glanced down at Shayna who looked up at me ... Smiling? With a nod, I rolled further from the door so they wouldn’t notice me and watched as my father dragged my mother across the room. Her dress fell away in his hands and she stepped from it, leaving her in only lace lingerie, garter belt and stockings. Her heels pranced through the carpeting as my dad pulled her towards their bedroom.

She is a beautiful fucktoy.

“Yes, she is.” I nodded at the inside voice. My insane inner voice. But it was right. That lingerie was only ever taken to the hills with dad. And she’d worn it in public all day. I mean under her dress, but still. That wasn’t like her at all. Before.

As I sighed, I moved from the glass and stared up at the swaying treetops. Since all this had begun ... What? Only a day before? Wow! It seemed like weeks ago when we’d clambered into the van. All of us nervous, but ... Well, I never realized how anxious dad had been, let alone my mother. Now, as I swallowed, I stared down at Shayna, sitting beside me. And today...? What? I just accepted these internal ravings? With a sigh, I nodded. Not normal. But then, what the heck was normal anymore?

“I’m guessing dinner will be late,” I said to Shayna.

Brilliant emerald pools glistening, she looked up at me, her thick tail thumping and swishing along the concrete.

About a half hour later, I was well into my paper, when Shayna leaped to her feet and dashed to the door. As soon as she tugged it open, dad swept out. Wearing shorts and a loose t-shirt, he held a platter full of hamburger patties and barbecue fixings. He grinned as he moved past towards the large built-in grill to set up.

When I turned to Shayna, all the air in my lungs flew from my lips. My brain struggled—to stare or turn away. My mother, with only a towel around her hips, paraded across the carpet. My resolve crumpled and I could not tear my gaze from each mesmerizing sway of her sleek body. Her bare, untanned breasts, still marred by scratches and bite marks, jiggled as she stepped outside.

“Hi, Kyle.” Her eyes twinkled as she moved past me.

“Uh ... Welcome, um, home, uh, mom,” I stammered as she padded out onto the deck.

With his back to us, dad didn’t appear to notice. I was sure he didn’t know she was half-naked moving towards the pool. My chest froze when she casually flicked her towel to a lounge chair and continued until she stood on the edge of the steps. Make that completely naked.

Now, one thing us teenage boys fixated on, at least the ones I knew, was that magical gap. Yoga pants, bikinis, and lingerie all made that gap eye-catching to us raging buckets of testosterone.

My mother had a perfect three-finger gap beneath her; I could see the pool water under the gentle convex silhouette of her—I gulped—pussy. At the sinful sight and word, a slithering shiver raced down my spine and up my aching shaft. As my father hummed to himself, oblivious to the scene behind him, she stepped into the water until she could dive forward, taking herself from view.

With a gulp, I glanced at my tented shorts and then at Shayna. She was fixated on my mother as she swam languid laps under the evening sun.

Now, here’s the thing. It was spring. As much as I love to swim, that water was still quite cold. And she’d slipped in with barely a sigh. And was now doing laps. Instead of yelling out and dashing from the chilly pool.

Not normal.

When my dad finally turned from the grill, his eyes caught my mother as she rolled onto her back. Breasts high, peaked by sharp, thick nipples, she sliced through the water as he stared, open-mouthed. Then he looked at me. As I gulped, I slid my hand to block my boner.

When my mother saw him watching her, she paddled to the steps and rose from the pool. Wow! The scene was burned in my memory forever. Rivulets of glistening water sluiced down every curve while drips departed her jutting nipples; her eyes glimmered under both my dad’s and my watchful, appreciative gazes.

Except he was her husband, and I was her son. And the boner pulsing in my lap? Unlike the one in his shorts. No, mine wasn’t normal.

Nonetheless, we were both slack-jawed as she bent to retrieve her towel and wiped down as she walked closer. Except this time, dad glanced at me, swallowed, and then furrowed his brows before walking to her. Before dad had even completed his gesture at me, I rolled to the edge of the concrete and made like I was turning up my music.

“We ... Uh, we need to talk,” he said to her.

As my head bobbed to silence, I stared out at the grass, then at their reflection on my computer screen.

“You can’t just go around like that.” My dad waved his hand towards me. “Not in front of Kyle.”

As my mother bent sideways, toweling her shimmering dark hair, she laughed. “Why? Because of these?” She jiggled her breasts and my dad’s gaze followed them. “Oh, yes. You love them, don’t you?” As dad stood there, she tilted the other way and toweled more dangling tresses before nodding at him. “Come here.”

With a swallow, dad walked closer and her long red-gold nailed fingers slid into his hair to bury his face into one of her soft pillows. “There. Oh, baby. Suck it. Nice teeth.” My mother swayed her head back, lips parted as she moaned. “No, He’s seen these since birth, Dave. They kept our son alive for his first six months. I shouldn’t have to hide them from—him.”

Her eyes met mine in the glass’s reflection; she grinned. My shaft swelled. Shayna panted beside me; her gaze fixed on my parents.

“And...” Her eyes screwed tight as her fingers raked the back of dad’s t-shirt. “Oh God. Keep that up and I’m going to need you to fuck me again, dear.”

His arms pulled her tight, and she sucked on her lip before speaking once more. Glimmering, her eyes stared at me on the computer screen as she spoke. “And Kyle’s been further inside me than you, Dave.”

My father’s gasp blew wet bubbles from around her areola where he gnawed. He rose from her breast to stare at her.

She smiled at him. “Besides, Kyle can see much better bodies and hotter women on the internet.”

No. No, I couldn’t. As my mother grabbed dad’s hand and slid it under her, he groaned and fell forward onto her open lips. Soon, my mother’s moans echoed over the pool area, as the wet sloshing of his fingers intensified.