Chapter 46

When I left my room the next morning, I wasn’t sure what family dynamic I was stepping into. My original misguided attempt to sleep with Dad led to weeks of fights and disagreements that still haven’t fully been rectified. After last night’s rendezvous with Brad and Mom, I really hoped things hadn’t changed between Mom and me. In the light of the next day’s sun, people can regret their actions; I knew that from experience. I was also concerned Dad might be mad, knowing that Mom had slept with his hated nemesis, Brad.

“Hi, Honey! You’re up early,” Mom practically sang as I made my way to the kitchen. Something seemed off. While she held her usual cup of coffee, she smiled and looked at me. It took me a second to realize she hadn’t fully dressed in her usual morning attire. And, she wasn’t holding her phone.

“Morning, Mom. I was planning on going for a run,” I replied, noticing how happy Mom seemed to be. I walked around toward the living room and peered around the corner. Dad was sitting in his chair reading the newspaper. I had to know how Dad was feeling this morning. “Morning, Dad.”

He lowered the paper and smiled, “Good morning, sweetheart.”

It appeared there were no ill effects from Mom’s adventure at Brad’s, which was a relief. As a family, we’d gone through enough drama recently, so I didn’t want it to start again. I don’t quite know how their ‘flexible’ relationship worked, but it seems to be working for them now. I returned to the kitchen to get myself something to drink. Mom stood next to the fridge, her face positively beaming. For Dad’s sake, I didn’t want to let on that I knew more than I should. If he was ok with Mom screwing Brad, I seriously doubted he’d feel the same, knowing I’d joined in on the fun.

“You’re in a good mood, Mom,” I said, giving her a wink. “Did you sleep well?”

Mom acknowledged what I was actually saying with a wink of her own. “Slept great, honey. Thanks for asking. How about you?”

“Same, thanks,” I said happily.

As I pulled my head from inside the fridge, holding the container of orange juice, I felt Mom’s hand on my hip. She placed her other hand on my face, touching my cheek and pushing a few strands of my blonde hair to the side.

“My beautiful girl. You’ve grown up so much,” Mom said with a pensive smile. I felt Mom’s hand move from my hip around to the front of my shorts and sneakily slip inside.

“Mom?” I mouthed silently, raising my eyebrow questioningly.

She leaned in and whispered in my ear as two fingers slid along my damp slit. “I had a great time yesterday. I dreamt about it all night. I hope we can do it again.”

I reached down and grabbed her wrist from outside my clothes, holding it still. Mom looked at me with surprise that I had stopped her. I shot her a wicked grin, then forced her hand hard into my shorts against my pussy.

“Anytime, Mom,” I whispered, my lips grazing her cheek. “I’m glad we’re so ... close now.”

“Me too, honey. Me too.” Mom pulled her hand away, sucking her fingers in her mouth as she walked away. If she hadn’t been wearing such a long skirt, I’d have done the same. She walked around to the living room and sat on the couch, cup of coffee in hand. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Mom smile that much. If I wasn’t sure whether or not Mom regretted last night, she clearly didn’t.

“Alright, I guess I’ll get ready for my run,” I said, heading toward my room to start stretching.

“Jane, why don’t you stay here?” said Mom, stopping me in my tracks.

I smiled, “Nah, I’ve got to stretch, legs are pretty sore from... work, yesterday. But thanks.”

“Don’t ‘Nah’ me,” Mom teasingly snapped back, “Just stretch out here. Don’t isolate yourself in your room.”

I looked at Dad, who was still hiding behind the newspaper. I’d started stretching in my room after things with him blew up. I didn’t want to do anything that would make him feel uncomfortable, especially after finding out why he was the way that he was. It just didn’t seem right.

“No, it’s ok, really,” I replied, backing away.

Mom pushed again, “We don’t mind, do we, Chris?”

Dad shook his paper and grumbled, “It’s fine, I guess.”

“See? Now get stretching!” Mom insisted. I shook my head, silently laughing at the irony of the situation. Mom was the one who’d initially warned me about my teasing stretches in front of Dad. Now she was ready to enjoy watching it herself fully. What a weird turn of events in my now very strange home life.

I sat down on the floor and spread my legs to stretch my quads and calves. I had my head down to grab and hold my toes for a ten count, but when I lifted to switch sides, Mom was watching me intently. She smiled and winked, uncrossing her legs toward me and recrossing them on the other side. From my lowered angle and light from the window, I could see Mom wasn’t wearing any underwear. She was quite audacious. It made me wonder if this was what she was like in her wild college days.

It was such a funny change to see in her. She was always so buttoned-up conservative in the mornings before work. Her eyes rarely left her phone, usually checking emails or other work-related messages. Now her phone was nowhere to be seen, but something else sure was in view. Maybe I was rubbing off a bit too much, or maybe Mom was finally allowing herself to become who she really was deep down inside. She’d been stuck in Mom mode for so long. She had given up the thrill and excitement of new sexual experiences; of which she’d originally told me she no longer wanted. If I had to guess, her feelings had changed on that subject.

“Chris, dear, why don’t you join Jane for a run?” Mom asked suddenly, as her eyes undressed me.

Dad lowered his paper to look at her, then me. I was in an unfortunate stretch, or fortunate, depending on one’s point of view, with my legs wide open and torso bending forward showing a clear path down my shirt. I know Dad got an eyeful of a good deal of the top of my breasts.

“I don’t think so,” he replied, trying to look away but he knew I’d caught him. I had to hide my smile. It was like old times only with Mom’s lustful stares as well.

“Chris, come on,” Mom pushed. “Summer’s almost over and you won’t have the chance to run with your daughter much longer. You aren’t exactly getting any younger.”

“Ooooooh!” I cheered. I couldn’t help it. Mom was playing dirty.

Dad looked offended, dropping the paper on his lap. “I’ll have you know I’m still as energetic as I was in college, thank you very much.”

“He’s right, Mom,” I decided to jump in. “He’s still quite spry ... for an old man. He could almost keep up with me.”

Dad’s face turned red, “HEY! Since when was it ‘gang up on Dad day’? And if I remember correctly, I kept up with you just fine last time we ran together.”

I smirked, “That was a while ago, Dad. I still run regularly and keep active...”

“ ... very active...” Mom muttered quietly.

I chose to ignore her comment and continued, “It’s ok if you don’t want to run with me anymore,” I pouted.

“Thank you!” Dad said defensively.

I added, “I wouldn’t want to be beaten by a little girl, either.”

Mom laughed, “OH BURN!”

Dad stood up, his paper flew off his lap. “You’re lucky I have a work meeting this morning ... or we’d see who was laughing at whom.”

“That sounds like a challenge?” Mom grinned.

Feeling cocky, I kept up the pressure, “I’m up for it if you are, old man.”

“No way. Like I said, I can’t today, and I haven’t gone out in like a week,” he said, but it sounded like excuses to me.

“Fine. How about this? Friday, before I drive to Riley’s, we settle this.” I tossed down the proverbial gauntlet.

Dad nodded and stuck out his hand, “Agreed. But don’t start crying when you get spanked hard.” Dad’s face immediately went red when he realized what he’d said, and Mom wasn’t about to let it slide either.

“Pretty sure she’d like that,” Mom teased with a knowing wink at me.

I stood up and shook his hand. “We’ll see if you can keep up, old man.”

With that, I grabbed my running gear, put on my shoes, and headed out the door. I was determined to train hard over the next few days in order to win. After all, there was pride on the line and the glimmer of a chance for things to improve between Dad and me. That would be the real prize in all of this.

I got a call on Tuesday morning from Crystal as I was stepping into the shower. I’d just come back from my morning run, going extra hard so I could beat Dad in a few days’ time. I had been expecting a call or text from her yesterday regarding the whole Denise situation. When it didn’t happen, I hoped they’d worked it out on their own.

“Hi, Crystal, you’ll have to speak up. I’m just about to jump in the shower,” I said partially to tease and also because it was honestly difficult to hear with the water on.

I heard Crystal chuckle on the other end, “Well I won’t keep you long then, although I will keep any pictures you might send me.”

I got the hint.

She continued, “Wait. Don’t distract me. Can you meet me and Denise at the coffee shop near the store? I think it’s called Grinding Beans.”

I snickered childishly at the name, which I suspected was the point. Nothing like a dirty sounding name to draw attention to your store. I’d been there once or twice, and it didn’t really live up to its promise. It was no different than any other big chain coffee shop, although I think I remember seeing a cute barista working there once.

“Sure, what time?” I asked, deftly touching my own bean while listening to Crystal’s voice.

“Does 1:00 work? Jada and Jeanette are covering the evening shifts, but Denise has to open first.”

I rubbed a little too hard and let out a soft gasp and moan, “Ahh oooh ... yeah, that works for me.” I had to pull my hand out from between my legs.

“Good,” Crystal replied. “Afterward, maybe I can help you with whatever it sounds like you’re doing right now.”

I instinctively blushed, having been caught diddling while talking. Not that Crystal and I hadn’t seen or done worse to each other. I liked the idea of going back to Crystal’s place again. She had so many toys I wanted to play with.

“Don’t tempt me,” I replied flirtatiously.

Crystal laughed, “I think you’re the one tempting me, you cruel girl.”

“If I’m being bad, you’re welcome to spank me.”

“Gah! You’re so evil. Now I’m distracted and turned on,” Crystal complained. “Ok, I’m gonna go. See you at 1:00.”

“See you then.”

I ended the call and immediately turned my camera on, snapping several shots of my nude body. I added a few close-ups of my ass, tits, and pussy for good measure, then sent them to Crystal. I got a reply right away.

C – You’re so mean! I’ll make you pay for this.

J – Send me the bill. Picture #4 shows you where you can stick it.

C – See you soon 😜

Before finally jumping in the shower, I had one last thought. I texted the pictures to Riley with the message: Looking forward to the weekend.

R – Same here!

She attached a picture that was quite similar to one of my close-up pussy pictures I’d sent, only I could see the edge of a red swimsuit. She’d taken a naughty picture of herself while working. A girl after my own heart.

I showered and shaved, making sure I was nice and ready for an afternoon of fun with Crystal and her strange toys. So, to be ready for easy access, I wore a light-yellow cotton sundress with little white flowers on it. The shoulder straps were thin and easy to slide down, especially without a bra on. Underneath, I decided to take a page out of Mom’s playbook by going au natural.

The scent of strong, freshly roasted coffee hit me as I opened the door to Grinding Beans. I didn’t see Crystal or Denise yet, so I walked to the counter to order myself something while I waited. I didn’t happen to see the cute barista, just my luck he wasn’t working. It wasn’t like I didn’t get enough attention already, but it might have been fun to try flirting with someone I didn’t know. It would have been the ultimate test to see how far I’d come. Sadly, I wasn’t going to get that chance.

“Order uuuuuUUUP!” I heard someone yell from the other side of the counter. No one seemed to be taking orders as two girls made drinks at the far end. I looked around for a bell or buzzer or something to get someone’s attention. I was trying to flag down one of the girls when I turned and found someone standing right there. Someone very familiar.

“Welcome to ... Jane?”

I was shocked, “Val? Since when do you work here?”

“Since my parents thought I should follow your lead and get a job. Thanks for that!” She spat those three words at me. She was clearly still mad at me.

“I wish you would have told me, we could have celebrated.” I tried to be happy for her, but she didn’t seem thrilled about it.

“Why, so you could try to steal this from me, too?” Val snapped.

“Val, come on ... you know that’s not what happened.”

She cut me off, “Look, are you going to order something or not?”

I sighed, “1 large, iced coffee, double sweet.” I decided to try one last time, “Please Val, I’d really like to make it up to you.”

Val shook her head, “That’ll be $5.95. I’m assuming it’s to go.”

“Actually, I’m waiting for some people ... kind of a work meeting to clear up a misunderstanding.” I thought trying to share might help.

Val just scoffed, “Yeah, those seem to follow you around, don’t they? Your drink we’ll be at the end. Have a nice day,” she said with as much venom as she could muster.

I lowered my eyes, “Ok.” I’d failed. I made my way over to the pick-up area and waited as the other two girls made my drink and handed it to me. Wandering over to an empty table, I sat down, took a sip, and thought about how I’d lost my friendship with Val and likely Becca as well. I was so lost in thought, I didn’t notice Crystal and Denise enter a short time later.

“You ok?” Crystal asked, sitting down at an empty chair beside me, a white cup in her hand.

I faked a smile, “Yeah ... sorry. It’s fine. Hello, Denise,” I said as Denise sat in a chair across from Crystal. She held a clear cup with some kind of milky brown drink with ice in it.

Denise’s response wasn’t much friendlier than Val’s. “Jane,” was all she said.

Crystal was still in a good mood though. I felt her hand drop to my knee to give it a squeeze. “Say, isn’t that your friend behind the counter?” she said to me.

I nodded, “Ex-friend, but yeah. It’s a ... long story, but it’s fine.”