Chapter 7

In the morning, dad came in, yawning and rolling his shoulders. Even as his sinews cracked, he flashed me a wide smile.

“Rise and shine, kiddo.” He sounded far chippier than he looked.

“Good morning, dad.” As I grinned up at him, I raised my arms so he could pull off my pajamas.

In no time, with only a few grunts and one more long yawn, he had me changed into loose trousers and a collared shirt before transferring me to my chariot. As soon as I rolled from the room, Shayna dashed past, tugged open the back door and waited, her tail beating against a nearby chair. Once I nodded, she flew from the house and raced to the yard.

“She’s amazing,” I said while looking at my dad. He nodded and watched her dash around to find that perfect spot.

“That she is. Very much so.” He flashed me that strange look and then turned to prepare breakfast while sipping his coffee.

Shayna came inside, pulling the door closed behind her before going to the far end of the kitchen to eat from her bowl. As she crunched, her tail wagged like a metronome, and she paused every few bites to look over her shoulder at me. Worried? With a shrug, I looked up as dad sat and started to help me with my cereal.

This time the clacking of my mother’s heels didn’t have such a dramatic effect. Nonetheless, we still tracked her shapely figure glide into the kitchen, where she click-clacked around gathering food and a mug of coffee. With a broad smile at both of us she settled across from me. The same exquisite perfume tickled my nose. While I noted the open buttons and the continued absence of her cross, she focused on dad as she ate.

Once he finished feeding me and himself, he gulped the last of his coffee and stood. Without a word he strode to her, slid his fingers into her hair, tugged back on her head and dropped his lips to hers. My heart pounded as their lips rolled and mashed against each other. She whimpered as his hands mauled her chest. And as hers raked deep into his buttocks, muffled groans fled my dad.

With a sigh, he left her gasping for breath and took our dishes to the kitchen. Her eyes, now blazing with golden flecks, caught mine as they raised from the stiff points now jutting through her top. While running her tongue over her lips, she glanced at my dad’s back before winking at me; a deep ache soared through me as my fingers trembled on my juice glass.

After another lingering kiss at the door, my mother left for work and dad slid into his office for his early calls. Rain soon began, and it wasn’t long before great sheets of wind-driven, heavy droplets sluiced across the yard. From the inside of the doors, I could barely see the hedge, let alone the trees beyond as the day remained dark.

The whole day dragged.

All my buddies were doing the same boring school assignment, and I buckled down to work on mine as well. With a yawn, Shayna rolled onto her side and slept beside me. Or rather, mostly slept. At any motion or sound from me, she opened an eye or flicked her ear. Always on watch.

“Good dog,” I murmured. Her eye blinked, and she stretched out, her front paws reaching forward and her rear ones thrusting backwards as her spine arched.

“Show off.” I chuckled.

With a yawn, she rolled over and rubbed her spine on the thick carpet as she stared at me. Yeah, she was showing off. Legs spread; her paws hung limp as she watched me type.

And, other than a quick lunch, that was how my day went.

When my mother returned, dad met her as she dashed inside, soaked in the short time it took from her car to the front door. Her soaking and now translucent top clung to every curve of her torso; dad’s eyes, then outstretched hands swept over it as whimpers dribbled from her rain-soaked lips. He leaned down and whispered into her ear. She looked at me then giggled before prancing to the bedroom.

Alone.

After she left, dad only smiled at me before preparing dinner. At least the rain had stopped, and I’d gotten a lot done on my paper. And Shayna had gotten a lot of vitally important nap time. So there was that. As I turned and rolled towards the table, their bedroom door opened.

My breath caught in my throat. Everything not my mother blurred and whirled around her.

With a widening grin on her face, she stepped out and looked into the kitchen, where my dad whistled, his back to us, while stirring the pasta. The reason I couldn’t breathe? She was once again clad, barely, in a sheer robe. Except this one was black and so short it barely covered her lace covered cheeks. Taut across her pelvis, her panties were black lace and cut low.

With a gulp, I slid a grin across my face as she tilted her head and raised her eyebrows, clearly debating. Her hand came up, finger beckoning, as she retreated into the short hallway before their bedroom. Though my heart hammered in my chest, I rolled towards her.

“Have you been a good boy today?”

“Yes.”

When her outstretched fingers dropped to press into my crotch, she let out a long exhale at the sudden pulse beneath her palm. I was so fixated on her hand, I only looked up as her hair tickled my face and the aroma of her perfume slithered into my nostrils. Her warm, soft mouth found mine and her slender seeking fingers gripped me. A moan tore from me to be muffled between our playing tongues.

With a smack of her lips, my mother straightened up, pulling her mouth from mine even as my tongue chased hers upwards. She chuckled and then released my now swollen shaft.

“Do you still want me?”

“Yes.”

She smiled, ran her fingers through my hair and sashayed out to rub along dad’s back. My eyes followed her ... and she knew it, winking over her shoulder as he lurched into her with a groan. Whatever game she was playing, I wasn’t sure it was ... Fair? As I shrugged, Shayna looked at me, her tail unmoving before looking after my mother. Her head tilted and her lips peeled upwards for the tiniest of seconds.

“Yeah, kinda weird, huh?” I muttered before raking my fingertips through her mane. She leaned her long, powerful neck into me as I petted her.

Then again, dad had been right there, so maybe I shouldn’t have taken it so hard. But I missed her touch ... and throat. Yeah, it was wrong. Not normal. With a sigh, I went to the table and waited.

After dinner, they went into the office and talked with the door closed. I rolled into my room and finally got online to play. My erection faded and when dad came in beside my mother, I stayed calm as they worked together to prepare me for my bath and bed. Just like before ... only three days ago. Except at every soft nudge of my mother’s swaying breasts, a jangling shock would race through my body. Her eyes caught mine several times; they glowed.