Chapter 2

It was early evening when dad got home. He’s a logger, and he works as long as he can, sometimes until dark, and it’s a long drive home.

“Your father just drove into the drive.” Mom said, as she was setting the table.

“You going to tell him?”

“I told you I must. You are our child, not just mine. Ours. Do you understand?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“It would be totally wrong for me to keep something like this from him.” She stood at the stove, stirring whatever she had cooking. “I do have a question though.” She said turning to me.

“What?”

“I was wondering,” she said hesitantly. “I was just wondering what goes through your head while you are doing it.”

“Nothing,” I said looking at the floor.

“You must think about something, you have the Mickey Spillane novel, with those descriptive lines. Is that what you think about? About women’s body parts?”

“I guess.”

“Breasts?”

“Uhu.”

“Have you ever seen a woman’s er ... her, you know, her breasts...” she stammered as she continued to fiddle with the pots on the old wood stove.

“Yeah.”

“You have?”

“Yes.”

“Whose ... er where?”

“Do I have to say?”

“Yes, I asked you.”

“Yours...”

“Mine. My God when could you have possible seen my ... Er my breasts?”

“When you took a bath with Shelly one time, I came in without thinking and you didn’t see me, but I saw you. I’m sorry.”

Mom crossed her hands across her chest, as if to hide those mounds. “And that’s what you think about?”

“Yeah, and Shelly’s, you know...”

“Shelly’s ‘you know’,” mom repeated. “So not only do you abuse your body but you also are a peeping Tom.”

“No, honest mom. I didn’t do it on purpose, it was an accident when I saw you.”

“And what about your sister?”

“Well, you know, we bathed together for like forever.”

“I’m home,” Dad said, as he walked through the door. He went up to mom and planted a big kiss her lips. “And how’s my sweetheart?”

“Harold, cut that out. You smell like grease, and we have somethings to talk about.”

“Oh, has my family been bad today?”

“Go wash up, dinners ready for the table, we’ll talk after you don’t smell like engine oil.”

Dad went to the sink, removed his shirt, took the Lava soap and started lathering up, washing hands, arms, arm pit and chest then rinsing getting water on the floor. When he was satisfied he was clean he took the towel mom handed to him and dried off. “Now what’s this we need to talk about?”

“Sit, let’s eat before this pot roast is cold.”

Dad sat at the head of the table, Shelly on one side me on the other and mom at the other end. Dad said, “thank you lord for this food. Amen”. Mom handed him the pot roast and he served himself and passed it to me, I handed it to mom, she served herself, handed it back to me, I set it in the middle of the table and Shelly and I got our portion. We ate in silence, which was our custom. When our plates were clean, I asked. “Can I be excused?”

“Not so fast young man, we have a family discussion tonight, or did you forget.”

“No ma’am.”

“What has he done this time,” Dad asked, leaning back on his chair and picking his teeth with a match stick.

“I think it’s time.”

“In what way,” Dad asked leaning forward.

Mom made a gesture with her hands, that I didn’t fully understand. She waived her arms in a large circle and kinda smiled.

“I take it that maybe we’re in for a life change, is that so?”

“It would seem like it. Your son has been taking things into his own hands, it would seem, and your daughter has been witnessing his behavior. He does it at night when he thinks everyone is asleep, and he gave me these that he has been keeping under his bed.” Mom handed Shelly the dish towel and book. “Hand these to your father.” Shelly took them and wrinkled up her nose as she passed the towel to dad.

“My,” Dad said wading up the towel, “how long have you had this towel?”

“Four days,” I replied.

“Four days, and all of this is from four days? How many times a day do you use it?”

“Maybe four or five.”

“I’m impressed,” dad said.

“That’s not all,” mom said. “He told me he thinks about ... that he saw my breasts and he thinks about my breasts and his sisters, breasts and other private parts when he does it. Oh, shit Harold,” Mom said with an exasperated look on her face. “Do we still need to play this game?”

Dad sat there quietly, “so you saw your mother’s tits?” he said looking at me, “And no sweetheart the game ends, here and now. Answer me boy, you saw your mother’s tits?”

“Yes sir.”

“And you liked what you saw.”

“Yes sir.”

Dad looked at mom. “That almost sounds normal.”

“Normal, you think so?” Mom said under her breath. “For a fifteen year old, he’s old enough to be married.?”

“When did you start this?”

“Maybe four or five years ago.”

“I started much earlier. Now getting back to you,” he said looking at me. “Did you get a real good look at your mothers tits?”

“No sir. I just saw the side of one for a second. I got out fast.”

“Did you like what you saw?”

“Yeah.”

“Would you like to see more, that is if I was able to find some magazine with naked women, would you like that?”

“Harold!” my mother said with what I thought was the hint of a smile on her face.

“Did you know your son was looking at your tits?”

“No I did not.”

“Mamma,” Shelly said. “You told me you saw Andy look.”

“I thought I saw him,” she said turning red.

Dad pushed his chair back. “You know I hate liars.”

“Yes. I’m sorry,” mom stammered “I wasn’t sure if he saw me or not. He came into the room where the bath is, and I had my back partially turned. I wasn’t sure if he saw me.”

“Stand up Andy.”

I stood, folding my hands in front of me to hide the hard-on that was developing from this talk of tits, and such. “Drop your hands,” he said. I did as he ordered and the bulge in my pants was obvious, as was the wet spot on the front of my shorts. “Look at your son’s crotch Judith, he certainly is ready, he has an enormous boner there, it’s happened with all this talk. His cock has taken over, and I may add no fault of his. Come here Judith.” Dad said motioning to mom. Mom walked to Dad and stood there. Dad put his hand up under her dress. “Damn, you’re wet, just like your son.”

“You think?” she said leaning into his hand.

Dad grabbed her panties, and pulled her closer to him, “So, Andrew, what else do you know about your mother?” I sat quietly. “Speak up boy, and don’t you dare lie.”