Chapter 2: The Confirmation

The next morning, the Sinclair kitchen and dining room were almost like a regular morning. Almost. There was a faint smell of coffee from the coffee machine - an expensive Jura which Sarah had insisted they buy. However today, the kids felt an undeniable underwritten tension as they saw they went about their normal morning routine.

Jason sat at the table, tense as he wolfed down his usual Raisin Bran cereal with milk. He grabbed his spoon a little harder than usual, eyes down. Because whenever he raised his eyes, they kept darting to his mother’s chest. His mother was wearing a loose tank top, which showed a lot of cleavage and even some side boobs every time she moved forward. That cleavage which he had seen bare last night bouncing on screen while she rode some stranger’s cock. He couldn’t remove that image imprinted in his brain, and so tried to focus on his breakfast.

Emma saw Jason’s discomfort and also that Mom’s cleavage almost popping out. Her nipples could be seen through that gauzy tank top. “Imagine how soft they’d feel in your hands, how tasty in your mouth,” she teased him, her hands on his thighs, as she drank her coffee - black with a dash of milk (milk, never cream) and half a teaspoon of sugar.

Jason almost choked on his cereal.

Across them, Lily nibbled her “toast” - toast spread with Nutella and peanut butter (no one really understood this combination) topped with apples, bananas and strawberries. She preferred La Colombe vanilla draft latte rather than the sludge (her words) that came out of her mom’s expensive Jura. She was lost in thought today though. Unlike her elder siblings ogling at their mother, she kept glancing at her father - his calm demeanor, the way he scrolled through emails on his iPad without a care in the world.

Does he know? Does he approve? Or was Mom keeping secrets from him too?

She loved Dad and knew she was the favorite and the most spoiled. She was her Daddy’s “princess” and took full advantage of that fact.

But Mom, Jesus Christ, Mom was oblivious to any of the thoughts that the kids had. Sitting in her casual tank top and shorts that Sarah Sinclair wore to sleep, her hair still messy, she was on her phone doing the daily Wordle. She was humming as she tapped the phone with her red nails - those same red nails that were around some stranger’s cocks yesterday and so many days before.

“Ah! Got it,” she announced, flashing a smile to all. “Today’s word is - ‘LUSTY’”

Emma nearly snorted into her coffee.

Lily bit the toast harder

Jason’s definitely choked on his cereal this time.

Dad barely glanced up. “Good for you, honey.”

Breakfast continued with mundane chatter about schedules, Lily talking about her class, Jason complaining that the Spectrometry lab machine was down and they had to submit a project, Emma talked about the college application, and that she was behind on her LSAT prep (well, she was otherwise preoccupied) and her boring paralegal job.

Dad announced, “Anyways, I’m heading out to the airport from the office. I need to go to New York today to meet the board, and 2 customers. I’ll be back by the weekend, probably Sunday if I can swing by Aunt Mary.”

“I’ll miss you Dad,” Lily pouted. “I’ll miss you too, Princess, but I’ll be back soon,” replied Daddy smiling at Lily.

“And Mom?” Lily ventured, her voice thick with anticipation. “What are you doing today? Any plans”

Mom took a sip of tea (so much for expensive coffee machines - Sarah still loved her tea). She brought the mug which the children had given to her on Mother’s Day –It read ‘Best f*cking Mom, ever’, oh the irony – to her lips in a way that made Jason’s stomach twist. “Oh, just seeing some clients at three,” she said without looking up. “Shouldn’t take too long.”

Clients.

Emma’s eyes met Jason’s and Lily’s. The three looked at each other.

They all knew exactly what kind of clients Mom was meeting. And they needed to see them too.

By 2:50 PM, all three of the Sinclair siblings had come home.

They’d all found a way to come home - Jason just didn’t attend his Organic Chemistry class, Lily ‘had a doctor’s appointment’ (with a note conveniently written by Emma), and Emma herself ‘had a splitting migraine and couldn’t concentrate anymore.’

Emma had shut down the Nest before she arrived, so their ‘Alexa’ won’t alert ‘Someone is at the front door’ and opened the garage door for the other two to come in. Jason had picked up Lily from her school and drove in.

They met in Emma’s room, not wanting to cause noise on the main floor which could be heard downstairs in the basement.

Mom always ‘worked’ in the basement. This is where she met her clients. The basement had a large space for recreation (pool table, wet bar), but it also had two rooms which her mom had taken for meeting her customers either for wellness or interior design. These rooms were out of bounds for the family since she didn’t want her design studio to be messed up. There was also a bathroom with a toilet and shower on the side of the rooms. There was a separate entrance at the basement from the back. Their house being a corner plot had an easy entrance/exit from the side without having to trod to the back of the house.

The siblings were starting to understand how this setup helped her mom. They, led by Emma, quickly went to the basement together - they had removed their shoes and walked surreptitiously on the carpeted floor. They held their breaths as they saw a stranger come out of the bathroom, and enter the bedroom, and fortunately for them didn’t close it completely. The setup was such that they could see everything inside the room and be hidden as long as they remained a foot behind, behind two long pillars for columnar support.