Chapter 7

The fact that Brad wanted to engage in incest with his mother shocked Bobby, at first, but then he thought about it. Brad lived with her. He loved her. She loved him. While his father was out cuckqueaning his mother, she was there, taking care of him and going on dates and not fucking the guys and it didn’t hurt that she was just knockout gorgeous. Bobby knew how he felt. He was in love with her, too.

But that wasn’t the strange part.

The strange part was that if Bobby thought about some other stranger on top of her it made him have murderous thoughts. But if it was Brad? He could live with that.

Okay, so now things had taken a turn Bobby just wasn’t quite prepared for. What was happening between him and Olivia now seemed normal. That, in itself was enough to blow his mind. He knew she wanted to have sex with him. A blown mind can’t blow any further, right? Nope. Wrong. It was like he had been dropped in some foreign country where he didn’t know the language or how to act or even what to wear. Now, though, the image in his mind morphed into one where he was making love to her and she was making all the right sounds and when he finished and got up, Brad took his place. And that was normal, too!

Mind blown clear to another galaxy.

Suddenly, he knew this was all very serious, and needed to be handled with great care. There were two other people involved in this and he loved them both. The last thing he wanted was for either of them to have pain or a difficult time moving forward. What he had with Olivia was precious. He had to handle it with care.

He got her alone one day and said, “We need to talk.”

She nodded and said, “Take me on another date.”

They set a date and he basically stayed away from them both for two weeks.

Where he decided to take her was a place he went to occasionally with Brad. The guy who owned it had bought up a bunch of old video game consoles and learned how to fix them. He had forty of them in an arcade setting, and a warehouse with a hundred other machines that he was either fixing up or using for parts. So you could actually play Missile Command, or Donkey Kong, or any of a dozen other games, standing at a console like the Baby Boomers used to do all the time. It was noisy, both because of the noises the machines made, but also because people were yelling and screaming and cursing. Bobby would have bet 200 rolls of quarters went into that arcade every day. He brought three rolls, himself.

His plan was to have some fun and get some excitement of a non-sexual kind. He didn’t know it that worked for her, but he did know it didn’t work for him. Even watching her playing Space Invaders or Centipede made his dick get stiff. She was just so beautiful and vibrant. Paul was a fucking idiot to pay attention to any other woman.

Anyway, the idea was to do that and then go somewhere and have coffee, maybe, but be in a quiet setting where he could tell her everything that was on his mind and that was on her son’s mind, as well. She needed to know, because that might explain some of their actions and behavior.

He thought it was a good plan, but he never got to find out. That’s because while they were competing on Mario Brothers, Brad showed up. Bobby knew Brad came here, too, but they had only come there together, so he never in a million years thought Brad would come without him.

Brad told Bobby later that when he saw his mother and best friend in that setting, it didn’t make sense. He didn’t know what to do. So he just watched them for a little while. And what he saw were little touches that suggested they were much more involved than a guy’s mother and her son’s friend. It was when she slid her hand into Bobby’s back pocket while he was taking his turn that he stepped forward.

“What are you guys doing?” he shouted.

They turned and Bobby’s character died.

Thinking fast, Bobby tried to come up with something Brad might buy.

“I told her about this place and she wanted to try it,” Bobby said.

“Why did you put your hand in his back pocket?” Brad asked his mother.

Oddly, Bobby was handling this better than Olivia was. Olivia had tons and tons of secrets that her son and husband didn’t know about, and she went to great pains to keep those things secret. Now, one of the walls in her defenses just crumbled. Still, she was smart, so she tried to defuse the situation, too.

“I was just trying to distract him, so he’d lose the game,” she yelled.

“Are you two on a date?” yelled Brad. “Did he fucking hire you for a date?”

“What?” Olivia’s face fell. Her body language said she might have a panic attack.

“Let’s not stand here yelling,” Bobby said tensely. “Let’s all go somewhere and we’ll talk about it,

“Wait!” Olivia looked like she might lose it.

“Everything will be okay!” said Bobby. “It will be okay. Trust me.”

She let Bobby lead her out of the arcade while Brad brought up the rear. Both mother and son tried to talk as soon as they were on the sidewalk but Bobby stopped them.

“This isn’t the place to talk about this. Let’s go find a coffee shop where we can have a little privacy.”