Chapter 4: A Horrible Nightmare

Waking up in his bed, Steve felt the sunlight’s warmth streaming in on his legs and saw a reddish light behind his crusty eyelids.

“I’ve never had a nightmare like that.”

Slowly he forced open his eyelids.

“Shit, I forgot to close the curtains last night. I hope my house doesn’t have toilet paper on it from those teenagers.”

He was looking around the room and didn’t see anything unusual until his eyes locked on the chest of drawers beside his bed. Steve’s eyes flew open and he stifled a scream.

A hand-made arrow rested on that piece of furniture.

“Not a nightmare; it all happened!”

His bedroom door swung open. He must have made enough noise to be overheard.

“Lisa?”

It was his daughter-in-law, David’s wife. Wearing only panties, Lisa stepped towards the window to slide it open while rolling her eyes at him.

“It stinks of sex in here; I’m not surprised.”

“You, you know?”

“Of course I know. I helped David put you back in bed last night. Want some breakfast?”

“Um, I guess. But where is your husband?”

“He should be done fucking Annie in a few minutes. Why don’t you take a quick shower and put on some shorts?”

“You’re OK with this?”

“Of course, he screwed me first this morning before getting on top of your daughter. Now that you’re off your high horse, I want you to fuck me, too, after breakfast.”

Gesturing towards the tent in his bedding, she laughed. “I can see that you still have some left in the tank after last night.”

“Fucking morning wood. I just need to pee,” he thought.

“I need to ask, Lisa. Are the three of you the only ones here?”

“Yeah. Your ex-wife went home with—I guess she called him A. David and I have been to his house. That’s where she lives now. Beyond that, I think you have to be talking with Tana. Go on, take a shower, Steve. Hey, you want me to wash your back?”

“You can’t be serious, Lisa. I’m like, twice your age.”

“Yeah, but my husband says Tana cut you off years ago. I watched you practically drown your daughter with your splooge last night. Steve, today is Día de los Muertos, the Mexican Day of the Dead. Your cock isn’t dead; it’s just been neglected. As your favorite and your only daughter-in-law, it’s my job to make up for this terrible injustice.”

“Are you sure? I’m twice your age, Lisa.”

David walked in then, his cock still glistening from being buried inside Annie.

“Dad, we love you. Lisa, too. You were treated badly by Mama. I hate that, but she’s my mother. Annie, Lisa, and I have talked about this. I love my wife, but she’s also a sex maniac—sometimes more than I can handle, right, Lisa?”

“Yeah, all it takes sometimes is a look, a word, or a guy’s bulge to make me all juicy. Steve, it’s time for you to get out of bed and shower with me. Please?”

“I guess. David, if you’re not OK with this, now is the time to say so.”