"Jack, are you home?" Renee asked as she pulled out of her driveway and drove down the street. Her heart was still racing from the display of raw sex she had just witnessed in her own living room. It had aroused her in a way she had never expected. It also confused her. How should she respond to her own son who was having sex with a girl in her house with such passion, that if she hadn't seen Stacy's response, she would have thought he was raping her. Her hand was shaking as she held the phone.
"No. I'm at a jobsite right now." Jack heard the urgency in Renee's voice. "You ok?"
"Yes! I'm fine. But no, I'm not . . . I mean I'm not sure how I am. I just need to talk to someone, and I thought of you."
"I'll be home in a couple hours. If you want, head on over and just let yourself in. You know where the key is at." He wondered what the problem was as he threw his phone back on the front seat of his truck. Renee could be a bit of a drama queen at times. So he wasn't too worried. But he'd done his best to take care of her and Jeremy after his brother had dies years ago. So whatever it was, he'd help her through it.
When Jack walked into his house several hours later, he found Renee sitting on the couch with a glass of wine in her hand. From all appearances she had calmed down. Wine had that affect on her. "So what's going on?" He asked as he sat down across from her in his favorite chair with the oversized pillow beside it for Debbie when she was with him.
Renee started fidgeting as she thought about how to begin. "I don't know where to begin." Jack didn't say anything. He just sat there quietly. He'd learned after years of dealing with his sister-in-law, this was the best way to handle her. Just let her ramble and rant. Eventually he would reign her in and deal with whatever the issue was. "Jeremy was having sex with Stacy right in my house! In my living room!" She said almost screaming. Jack almost burst out laughing, but he controlled himself. "I left work early today, and when I got home, I noticed Jeremy's car blocking the driveway. So I pull into the driveway, just off the street and walk around the back of the house, where I always go in the house. I step inside the back door and I hear this horrible noise, like someone is in terrible pain. I step just inside the kitchen, and there I see what it is." Renee's voice goes up an octave or two. "Jeremy was . . . " She didn't like using the word fuck. It was too vulgar of a word for her. "Jeremy was taking Stacy in a way that at first I thought he was hurting her. But then I saw the look on her face," she paused. "Then the words she kept repeating over and over."
Jack pretended to be concerned as he was laughing his ass off on the inside. "What was she repeating over and over?"
"Oh I can't. I don't. I won't repeat that." Renee was getting flustered just thinking about it.
"Tell me what she was saying!" Jack commanded her with a firm voice.
Renee hesitated not wanting to use that kind of language. "She kept repeating dirty words."
Jack laughed out loud now. He couldn't suppress his reaction to Renee's puritanical reaction to what he had a good idea had taken place. "I want to know what she said. Tell me!"
Renee became irritated that Jack was pushing her this way, but she relented. "She kept saying Fuck your whore! Fuck your slut! There! Are you happy now?" Her shaking returned as she recounted Stacy's conduct from just a few hours ago. "But it wasn't so much what she was saying. It was the whole scene. It was everything. It was the way Jeremy was taking her and the way she was responding."
"Did that bother you?"
"Yes! I mean no, not really! I mean it was in my house, in my living room, on my couch!"
"He took her on the couch? Good for him!" Jack said with a chuckle.
Renee's mouth dropped. "What!? Good for him! What have you been telling my son?"
"Oh Renee would you shut up for a change?! Jeremy was just giving that filly of his what she wanted and needed. That's why she responded the way she did. Stacy is a bitch that needs to be taken hard and dominated like the slut she is! Just like her . . . ." He caught himself in mid-sentence. He better not play that card yet. "Give the boy some credit. He knows how to take a woman and use her for their mutual enjoyment. Stacy's a gorgeous girl and they've got something good together. Why are you here? Are you coming to me for my advice on how to handle them?"
"Yes!"
"Then my advice is leave them alone and let them enjoy each other. That girl has some deep needs that our boy has discovered. He's just now learning how to meet those needs for their mutual enjoyment and satisfaction. She needs a man with a strong hand. And that's what our boy is giving her." Jack watched her reaction as he spoke. There was something more going on inside Renee's head that she wasn't saying. "Come on Renee! What's really going on here? You're not just here for my advice."
Renee sat there sipping her wine not able to look Jack in the eye any longer. She couldn't bring herself to verbalize the truth of what watching had done to her. "It was just unsettling." She whispered.
"How?" Jack almost shouted
She couldn't bring herself to admit the feelings that had almost overwhelmed her as she watched them. It had been so long since she had been taken like that. Her husband had taken her that way before he died. But that was so long ago. She knew what it was like. She understood how the passion could consume you in every way. She had blocked it out of her mind after Jeremy had died. Her son still bore his name as a reminder to her. Now he was reminding her of something else she had missed desperately. "It reminded me of the way Jeremy and I used to be." Her statement sounded distant and hollow.
Now it was Jack's turn to sit in silence. After his brother had died he had sworn to take care of Renee and Jeremy Jr. For years he had watched over both of them. For years he had wanted Renee in the way any man would want an attractive woman with Renee's beauty and sensuality. But he always came back to the fact that she was his brother's wife. He couldn't let himself do it. 'Forgive me Jeremy' he thought to himself.
"Renee, stand up!" He commanded her with a voice that left no doubt he wasn't playing around. Renee stood as she was told. "Come over here!" She walked across the floor and stood in front of him. "Get on your knees!"
Renee's eyes widened. "Why? What. . ."
"I said get on your knees!" She dropped to her knees in front of him, her hands folded in her lap. Jack sat there for several seconds deciding if he was going to take this leap off the cliff. A leap he had contemplated many times before, but had never found the courage to do so. He knew once he jumped there was no turning back. "Take off your blouse and bra!" His voice left no doubt to Renee he wasn't kidding.
Renee's eyes widened again. "What did you . . .?"
Jack cut her off. He leaned forward and spoke with even more determination. "I said take off your blouse and bra!"
