Chapter 7: Date Night

Heather Oliver was a freshman at Empire State, and since her father taught there, she got free tuition. She had wanted to move out of the house, and they had agreed to pay for a room-and-board package in the dorms. It was a hell of a lot cheaper than tuition, and they had even helped her pay for a used Kia. She had never wondered why her parents had smiled when she laughed and told them they could have more privacy when she moved out.

Her boyfriend, Billy Carmichael, had been called home by his parents for a second cousin’s funeral. He hadn’t been all that thrilled to go or overly broken up about the loss. “I never even met the guy! He was like a million years old. Now I have to spend the weekend in Rochester.”

“That’s too bad, Billy. I thought maybe we could spend the weekend in my dorm room. Cassie is heading home herself. We’d have the whole weekend together.”

“You are killing me, Heather!”

“I was planning on shaving my pussy for you. I know you like it soft and smooth when you lick me down there,” she teased.

“Aaaaggghhh!” he moaned. That was all he could do, though, since ten seconds later his phone rang and he turned it to face his girlfriend. It showed ‘Mom’ and he hit the Answer button. “Yes ... give me five minutes ... Yes, I’m packed ... No, Mom, five minutes, I’m across the quad ... I’m coming, I swear!”

Heather licked his ear and said, “Well, you would have been cumming.”

“You are evil!” Billy gave her a quick kiss and then ran out of the computer center as Heather laughed.

She hadn’t planned to go home that weekend, but now the busty teen simply planned a quiet weekend at home. She ate dinner in the dining hall and then threw her dirty laundry in a garbage bag, grabbed her books, and headed out. She could eat a few decent meals at home and do her laundry for free before heading back after breakfast on Sunday.

Heather parked on the street. Her parents’ cars were in the driveway, and it was the only other place to park. The front door wasn’t locked, and the lights were on in the living room, so Heather never thought twice. She strode in and came to a crashing halt. “OH MY GOD!” she exclaimed.

The television was on, but it wasn’t a network channel. A blonde with huge tits was giving a blowjob to a hunky guy who was loudly telling her to suck it harder. It was porn! That wasn’t the most unbelievable thing, though. That was her parents! They were laying on their two-person recliner, facing each other, and they were having sex! Her father’s shirt was open, and his pants were halfway down his thighs, and her mother was stroking his cock. In turn, he had her sweater open and was sucking her tits, while his hand was inside her wrap skirt and playing with her pussy. And her mom’s pussy was shaved, and so was her dad’s cock and balls! Shrieking incoherently, she ran up the stairs and slammed her bedroom door shut.

Steve and Brenda stopped what they were doing and stared at each other. “Oh, shit,” he muttered.

“Just when you had me cumming,” she replied.

“I thought we had the house to ourselves this weekend.”

“So did I!”

Steve began pulling his clothes together. “Now what?” he asked.

“Settle down. You clean up down here and take everything up to our bedroom. I’ll go talk to Heather.” Brenda climbed out of the recliner and straightened her clothes.

Steve brought the recliner vertical and stood up. He buttoned his shirt and tucked it into his pants, and then carefully zipped up. He had been going commando and getting stuck in the zipper would be an even worse way to end the evening. Then he grabbed the remote. The video was ejected from the DVR and the television was turned off. He boxed it up and grabbed everything else. He tucked the DVR case into the waistband of his trousers, the tube of Tropic Desire lotion in a pants pocket, and grabbed their wineglasses and the bottle of wine from the end table.

Brenda said, “Wait until I go upstairs and then head to our bedroom. I’ll be along in a bit.” Then she winked and said, “Don’t start without me.” Her husband simply rolled his eyes.

Brenda finished making herself presentable. The Olivers had planned a very private weekend together. Steve Junior was spending the weekend camping with the Boy Scouts and with Heather off at college that meant they could spend the entire weekend happily fornicating anywhere and everywhere they wanted. The plan had been to go out for a nice romantic dinner and then head back to the house where they could relax, have some wine, watch something adult, and screw their brains out. Brenda got home from work before her husband, so she had taken a quick shower and given herself an enema before rubbing on some Tropic Desire body lotion. Then she had slipped on a pair of sheer thigh-high stockings, some ankle-strapped stilettos, a calf-length wrap skirt, and a sleeveless button-front cardigan. They only got home twenty minutes before and were just getting warmed up when their eighteen-year-old daughter barged in on them.

“Now, wait five minutes and then go to our room,” she told Steve, and headed up the stairs. Steve simply rolled his eyes again and shook his head in disbelief.

Brenda tapped on her daughter’s door. “Heather, can I come in?” The teen didn’t respond, but Brenda could see light under the door, so Heather was still awake. “Heather?” Still no response. “I’m coming in.” Brenda twisted the knob and stepped into Heather’s bedroom. She closed the door behind her.

Heather was sitting on her bed, red-faced but looking away. Brenda smiled and sat down next to her on the bed. “Let’s talk.”

“Mom!”

“Let’s talk.”

“How could you ... in the living room!” protested the girl.

Brenda smiled and replied, “Heather, it’s our house. We can do what we want when we want to. Your brother is camping this weekend, and you were supposed to be off at college.”

“Still! This is so embarrassing!”

Brenda laughed. “Really? Why? Because your parents were fooling around? Honey, we do that all the time. It’s no big deal.”

“You’re ... you’re ... so...” Heather couldn’t finish the protest.

“So old? Heather, we aren’t that old. Your father is only forty-two, and I’m only forty-one. Trust me, that is not very old.”

“But...”

“Your grandparents still have sex and they’re in their sixties.”

“Oh my God!” said the horrified teen.

Brenda laughed loudly. “Good Lord!” She shook her head and said, “Heather, look at me. It’s time we had a little talk.”

Heather looked at her mother, who didn’t seem all that angry about being interrupted downstairs. “Yes?”

“Do you remember when you noticed I had stopped wearing bras at home? It was a few years ago and you asked me why I was wearing skirts and not pants, and took my bras off when I got home from work?”

Heather turned red again and nodded. Her mother had told her that it was so her father knew that her mother was hot for sex, or something like that. “Yeah, sort of. It was so you could have sex all the time.” She had a distasteful look on her face as she said the last.

Brenda laughed at that. “Not precisely, though that is a very pleasant result. No, it’s because I love your father very much, and I wanted him to know that I love him and desire him. I know you’ve had boyfriends, and everything is so much fun and new at your age but wait until you’ve been hanging around somebody for twenty or more years. It’s important to let that somebody know that you still have those new and exciting feelings for him.”

“And have sex!” Heather said accusingly.

Brenda asked, “Heather, are you a virgin?”

“WHAT!”

“It’s a simple question. Are you a virgin? Have you had sex with a boy?” There wasn’t an answer, so Brenda continued, “Has a penis been in your vagina?”