Chapter 3

I was exhausted by the time I left my sister’s place. Her sex drive was as great as Mom predicted. It was a relief to return home to rejuvenate. Dad was already in bed by the time I returned. Mom anxiously waited on the couch, and before I could sit, she asked, “How’d it go today? I couldn’t concentrate at work worrying whether you’d be successful.”

“Mom, something happened when I met Mary today. We were interrupted when Dad brought home the woman who left the hairy evidence. It’s Charlotte Wilson.”

She gasped, “She’s the last person I would have suspected. I’ve heard rumors about Cleopatra, but I didn’t believe them.”

I chuckled when she called her by her nickname. “Their presence threw off my whole disguise routine, and I had to identify myself to Mary, but she wasn’t upset. She’s happy she’s broken away from Dad and wants to help however she can.”

Mom looked distraught and instructed, “I’d like you to tell your dad you’ll be staying at the house tomorrow. I don’t want any more of his women brought here. Transfer the videos to a thumb drive and bring it with you when you meet me at the library. Vera wants to discuss my divorce.”

Seeing my puzzled stare, she explained, “I don’t want to use Mary’s recording. Vera wants to view them so she can understand your father better. There are no secrets between us, and I trust her.”

Dad didn’t respond when I told him I’d be home all day. After they left, I pocketed the storage device and took the bus to the library.

Mom led me to a private room where I finally met her friend, Vera. She was a frail, sixty-plus-year-old and did not look up to the task of a vigorous court battle. Once seated, she took command of the meeting. She rattled off a lot of legalese which was above my head.

Vera noticed my inattention and quipped, “Mike, I need you to remain home for the next few days. I want your father to leave tonight, and your mother can’t be at your house alone. The evidence of his cheating isn’t enough for a temporary order to force him, but hopefully, he’ll agree to vacate. Once he’s out, we can progress with the divorce. He has a lot of hidden assets, which will require time and money to discover. Your mother’s request is for a fraction of his worth, so he’ll be amiable to an arbitration hearing. Our aim is for an expedited separation. Can you stay and help her for the next few days? She’s taking the next two weeks off.”

Mom’s pleading face was all it took. “Of course, whatever it takes.” Not sure of how Mom would react, I looked at Vera and added, “My sister wants to support Mom too and has agreed to do whatever it takes, including using her video.”

Vera smiled and replied, “I’m confident we’ll get through this without harming your sister or you. I’ll let you know if I need anything else. You’ll have to serve the papers to your dad tonight. I’ll file today. Your mother will have them for you when she arrives home. Call me if you have any questions.”

Adrenaline flowed through me with the daunting task of kicking my father out of his house. Various scenarios flashed before me. “What if he says no?” I argued to myself. As Vera stated, we had no legal right to eject him. Mary might be the only one to persuade him to leave.

Once I arrived home, I called my sister and told her I needed her to come over. Mom and Mary showed up at the same time. They were noticeably uncomfortable with each other’s presence; the air was tense. Mom instructed us to remain in our rooms until after she broke the news to Dad.

It didn’t take long after I heard Dad’s car pull up until their yelling began. Once their loud discussion lowered, I exited and held the papers out for Dad. He angrily said, “You too? I don’t have to accept those. Get out of here. This house is mine, and I’m not leaving. You can all go to hell.”

“If you don’t take them, we can mail them. It won’t change the outcome. You’ve been cheating on Mom, and we don’t want you to remain here,” I firmly stated.

He grabbed the paperwork out of my hand and stood firm. We were at an impasse, and I wasn’t sure how to continue. He held the advantage; he knew it. His demeanor immediately changed when he heard Mary say, “Dad, I want you to leave, too.” She had quietly left her room and caught us by surprise.

His self-confident look evaporated from his face. He was lost for words, evaluating his options. He didn’t know how much everyone knew and whether there might be legal repercussions from his affair with his daughter. Fortunately, he decided to relent and leave.

After packing two suitcases with clothes, he snarled, “You losers deserve each other. Megan, you can keep your crappy house. I’ll buy one in a higher-class neighborhood where I’ll be appreciated. Someone from the office will come over tomorrow to pick up the rest of my stuff.”

Once his car peeled off, Mom turned to Mary and hugged her. “Thank you,” Mom murmured, knowing her daughter had saved them from a distressing situation. Her expression turned cheerful, declaring, “My family deserves a celebratory feast.”

After dinner, we watched TV until Mom’s hectic day took its toll. She yawned, “I’m going to hit the sack. Good night.”

Mary replied, “Good night, Mom. I’m going back to my apartment. If you need anything, give me a call.”

When Mom was out of sight, Mary hugged me and kissed me gently.

I offered, “Do you want me to walk you home?” It was a short distance and a safe neighborhood, but I still didn’t like her out late alone.

She smirked and replied, “If you do, I won’t allow you to escape my web. Neither one of us will get any sleep either. I want you to stay here and take care of Mom. You never know what Dad might do.”

She was right. Once she left, I retired to my room. Noticing Mom’s door open, I investigated and noticed she was reading in bed. “Mom, leave your door open, and I’ll do the same. If you need or hear anything, call me. I installed a blank card in the camera, but it’s turned off. Since he’s gone, there’s no reason to have it. I’ll remove it whenever you give me the word.”

“Okay, thanks again for everything. I couldn’t have made it this far without you and Mary supporting me.”

Two hours after breakfast, a man showed up, introduced himself from the company, and methodically boxed up the items from a list Dad had composed. I chuckled as he gently placed the plaques and trophies my father had acquired from work in a padded box. They were the typical cheap, plastic crap companies hand out to their employees to motivate them. I found it hard to believe Dad was gullible enough to think they held any value.

Dad’s aide was professional and personable, which prompted Mom and me to help him search for everything. When he was ready to leave, he confided, “Thanks for helping me. You’re a nice family and deserve better. Good Luck.”

One could only wonder what he did to get assigned to my asshole dad. It wasn’t long after he left when Vera summoned us to meet her mid-afternoon.

Vera was happy with how things turned out. She spent the morning advancing the process. “Your Dad’s attorney has already been in contact with me. He’s one of your dad’s firm’s corporate lawyers and has no experience dealing with divorces. He’ll be tough, but the fact that the company selected him is to our benefit.”

“How can a sharp attorney be to our advantage?” Mom queried.

“After researching, I discovered your father has gone through several female assistants. They finally assigned him a male assistant, the man you encountered this morning. It would suggest that they’ve had to deal with prior inappropriate interactions with females. Companies tire of constantly sweeping affairs under the rug with their managers and generally appoint someone of the same sex to avoid problems. They assigned one of their business attorneys to your case to protect the company. Your father didn’t care, because his narcissistic attitude has convinced him that he can handle the case without help.”

“I’m still uncertain how a sharp lawyer on their side can help,” Mom interjected.

“It’s simple. We need the company’s attorney to be on our side. We need to convince him that the divorce could become messy. Your father will be quickly thrown under the bus if it is apparent that bad publicity might surface from the hearing, resulting in losing some of their customer base.”

“Okay, what do you want us to do next?” Mom asked.

Vera replied, “The Charlotte affair is our most powerful evidence, but the video alone won’t be enough. It could hold no value if she denies everything and claims it was a harmless prank.”

Looking directly at me, Vera stated, “If there’s any way you can convince Charlotte to testify against your father, it would be helpful.”

Why did she stare at me? Did she think I knew Cleopatra? Uneasily I answered, “Okay, we’ll see what we can do.”

For the remaining time, Mom outlined the terms she wanted in the settlement. Rush hour had started when we left, and the bus was standing room only. It offered me a chance to hold her tightly for the time it took to arrive at our bus stop.

During our meal, Mom changed our conversation to Vera’s request. “You didn’t comprehend Vera’s intent when she requested your help, did you?”

Still not understanding, I replied, “No, she didn’t make much sense. She acted like I know Mrs. Wilson. I don’t.”

Mom smiled before stating, “Allow me to jog your memory. Vera knows everything we’ve done. She’s aware of how we switched your sister to our side. We need Charlotte to cooperate, and the only avenue is to convince her there’s someone better than your father.”

My face reddened as it sunk in. Mom wanted me to fuck Mrs. Wilson to persuade her to testify against Dad. “Okay. I get it. Let me devise a plan.”

For the rest of the evening, I ran through various scenarios on how to seduce Cleopatra. Remembering how Mom thoroughly researched my employers, I followed her lead and surfed any topics relating to their church. Feeling good at the information I garnered, I shut down and crawled into bed. My final act before falling asleep was relieving myself of visions of my sister’s body and Cleo’s face.

Refreshed from a good night’s sleep, I finalized my plan. I hoped the minister’s wife would be horny enough to cooperate. I felt confident that if she fucked Dad so eagerly, she would be willing to hook up with me.

Mom wore a robe I had never seen before. My mind raced back to the nightie she was enamored with, as it was the same shade of light blue. It was shorter than her white one, exposing even more of her luscious thighs. The top gap was identical, drawing my gaze to her exposed breast flesh. I wondered how many short robes she owned. She wouldn’t dare use them when Dad was present, so they must be decades old. Or maybe she had worn them while I was away at school.

When we finished eating, I waited for Mom to turn her back before exiting, so she wouldn’t notice my tented robe.

On my way to my room, I yelled, “I’m going to make a call. Meet you in the living room.”

When I called the minister’s contact number, Mr. Wilson answered. I asked to speak to his wife, and when he hesitated, I added, “We’re encountering some family distress, and I read that your wife is involved with family counseling. We aren’t part of your congregation, but we’ve been considering various churches to see which one fits us best.”

The only thing more important than saving souls was acquiring more tithes. He quickly replied, “Of course. We’d love to help. She’s free this afternoon at one if that’s good for you. Welcome to our family.”

With the easy part completed, I gave him our names and address before hanging up.

Mom apprehensively waited for me in the living room, eavesdropping on my phone discussion. She knew from the conversation I was talking to someone at the church. “It’s all set, Mom. She’ll arrive at one, and I’ll try to convince her. There is one other thing I need. Leave your blue robe on the chair by your makeup table.”

Her puzzled look didn’t stop her from giving a nod of acceptance. She knew better than to ask too many questions. “Great. How much time will you require to convince her?”

Her use of air quotes caused me to laugh. She wanted to know how long I would be fucking the minister’s wife.

“I have no idea,” I replied. “I’ll send you an email the moment she leaves. You should take a walk and not be here during our encounter.”

“It’s a nice day. I’ll go to the park and await your message.”

We retired to our rooms to change our clothes. While we waited for Charlotte’s arrival, we worked around the house. Thirty minutes before one, we decided it was time to prepare. On my way to my room, I told Mom she needed to take her walk.

Once in my room, I stripped before sliding on my briefest running shorts. Once hardened, my rod would easily slip out one of the loose leg holes. Throwing on a mesh tank top completed my outfit. Ten minutes before two, Mrs. Wilson pulled into our driveway. She knew the address since it was where she met Dad for their afternoon fuck-fests.

There was no sign of Mom when I went to open the door. Mrs. Wilson immediately scanned my scantily clad body, her eyes lingering on my hairy legs. There was no doubt she was a hot woman. Her silky, black hair framed her high cheekbones perfectly. Her conservative attire was in line with this type of meeting.

After we shook hands and introduced ourselves, I apologized, “Sorry, I was late from my run. I can change if you want.”

“It’s fine unless you’re uncomfortable.” She looked around in search of other people. She asked, “My husband told me it would be a family counseling session. Where are the others?”

“I’m sorry. I lied when I told the minister it was for a group. It concerns just me, and I was too embarrassed to discuss it with him. It’s personal. I hoped you’d be able to help.”

Her face brightened, and she cheerfully answered, “Not a problem. I don’t get to help many men your age. Feel free to tell me anything. As First Lady of the church, I’m sworn to protect your privacy and won’t share our conversation with anyone.”

“Thank you. We’ll have to go to my parent’s bedroom to demonstrate my problem.”

She didn’t object and followed me to Mom’s bedroom. I sat in a chair and pointed to the bed for her to sit on. Her skirt rose to her knees, revealing her shapely calves. When I spread my legs apart, her eyes traveled up my thighs to gaze into my leg opening. My ball sack had to be in plain view. She fidgeted uncomfortably, her eyes periodically checking out my groin.

“It’s about my mom. Dad left us, and I’m uncomfortable being alone with her.”

Her face turned serious, asking, “Has she harmed you since they separated? What is bothering you?”

“No, she hasn’t done anything. It’s how I relate to her. I love her very much. When Dad lived here, I was afraid to act on my emotions. Now that he’s absent, I don’t know whether I can control myself.”

Her eyes glanced at my thighs again while crossing her legs. Clearing her throat, she asked, “It’s an emotional time for both of you. It’s natural for your love to grow for the remaining parent. Have you discussed your feelings with her?”

“I can’t. Every time I get near Mom, I get tongue-tied. She’s so beautiful. All I can think about is holding and kissing her.”

“Demonstrating your affection for your mother isn’t out of line as long as you don’t give her an erotic kiss,” she commented.

“I’m not sure whether my actions could be considered inappropriate. Would you mind if I show you so you can see if I’m out of bounds?”

Charlotte squirmed and uncrossed her legs. Observing her conflicted expression, it appeared she was contemplating kissing me. Better judgment overruled her indecent desires when she replied, “I’m sorry, physical contact isn’t allowed by the church. Our counseling is verbal only. Any further treatment requires professional interaction.”

With a saddened face, I pleaded, “I was trying to avoid making this a big deal and hoped you could help. I told Dad yesterday I wanted to talk to you about a personal problem, and he said you would assist me any way you could.”

With a concerned look, she replied, “He did?”

“Yes, he told me if you couldn’t help me, I should let him know. He sounded like he had some kind of influence on you.” I lied, hopefully convincingly.

Her facial expression displayed her uneasiness, while she anticipated what Dad might do. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to help you in your time of need. Move your chair closer, and show me how you’d like to kiss your mother.”

Scooting near her, I slowly leaned in and lightly kissed her lips. Her eyes closed while we connected. Kissing her again but harder, I ran my tongue across her succulent lips. She didn’t object, so I reached up and ran my fingers through her silky hair and scalp, continuing to kiss her. Holding the back of her head, I pulled her tightly and opened my mouth. When she reciprocated, my tongue battled hers. Her eyes shot open; air rushed from her nose.

Her panting increased, but she didn’t try to pull back. After several minutes, I released her and asked, “Was my kiss too much? I was in control until I imagined it was her. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

Catching her breath, she croaked, “Yes, kissing in this manner would be unsuitable for a parent and their child. If you concentrate on other people or non-intimate acts when kissing, you could better restrain yourself.”

“That sounds like a good method. Thanks for helping me improve my interaction with my mother, but there’s another problem I’d like to discuss with you. If you can work with me, Dad will be happy with the assistance you’ve provided.”

She smiled, knowing her affair was still safe. “What else can I do for you? We’re making great strides in dealing with your strained relationship.”

“It’s her legs. They’re sexy - like yours. If I could touch your legs, my inappropriate desire to feel hers might be satisfied.”

She didn’t even attempt to talk me out of it. She guided my hands to her calves; her smile grew wide. My fingers glided across her smooth curved legs, resulting in my prick hardening. She stared at my bulge while I caressed her limbs.

Pulling back, I said, “It’s not the same because she wears different clothes. It would more closely mirror my situation if you’d dress like her.” My shaft filled with blood, pushing my tip past the confines of the leg hole.

Lust grew in her eyes when she witnessed the head of my manhood peeking at her. “Sure, let’s be more realistic. Pick out what she wears, and I’ll change.”

As instructed, Mom had placed her blue robe on the nearby chair. I handed it to her and said, “She wears this in the morning and at night. It drives me nuts. She’s braless, and the tops of her breasts are visible.”

Her eyebrows elevated while she inspected the revealing garment on her way to change. She closed the bathroom door and reappeared minutes later. She wasn’t going to wait long enough to come to her senses.

The robe was gapped wider, her nipples barely concealed. She confidently strode over and sat on the bed. Sexual passion consumed her; she didn’t even try to hide her voluptuous body. I understood why Dad couldn’t satisfy her, but it appeared the minister wasn’t servicing her either. She was beyond horny and was ready to move past the counseling pretense.