Got Milk 02 The Reunion Ch 09

[A Year and A Half Ago]

"Hello? Helloooo?"

Mac enters his home after a long January afternoon of playing basketball with David and Jesse. Even though it is the college semester, Mac is choosing to go for the flex courses so he could spend more time at home to clear his head and get a refresher. Locking the front door as he steps in, he looks around the house... the atmosphere it generates makes it seem empty. He calls out again "Anybody home? Mom? Dad? Anybody?"

Walking towards the kitchen, Mac gulps down the last of his Essentia water and places the empty plastic bottle into the recycle bin. He washes his hands at the kitchen counter, and finally makes his way upstairs. "Guys, are you home?" He calls out once more, but to no avail. "Guess they're out..." he says in acceptance, and finally makes his way at the top of the stairs.

He walks towards his parents' bedroom just to be completely sure, and peeks inside. Nothing. Mac shrugs it off, and makes his way towards his own bedroom. He is ready to relax and maybe get a nap in. As he opens his door, he spots a male figure with his back turned against him sitting on his bed. "The hell?" Mac blurts out, but notices the figure... "... Dad? What are you doing in here...?"

Stanley, Mac's father, is sitting on his bed. He turns around, and looks to face Mac. "Hey, son..."

Mac notices his father's eyes are red and puffy, and a concerned feeling overtakes him. "Dad... dad, have you been crying? What's going on?"

Stanley shakes his head, but begins to sniffle, saying "I... I've failed you, son... I failed you as a father."

"Dad... Dad what are you talking about?"

"Look, Mackenzie... I know... I know I've done some dumb shit in the past. I'm aware that I fucked up big time with your mother. BIG time. I'm not going to sit here and try to justify that. I screwed up with you guys. I failed you."

Mac sits down next to his Stanley, and says "Dad... look... everyone makes mistakes, ok? But it's how we handle them that define who we are as people. How we can rise up and learn from those mistakes, you know?"

"Well... I think I learned too little, too late, son..." Stanley reaches out into his back pocket, and pulls out a envelope. "I got home this morning after my night shift, and checked the mail... and this came in today..."

Mac takes the envelope Stanley offers him, and opens it up. Stanley inhales sharply, and softly says "Ow..." Mac looks up and asks "You alright, Dad?" Stanley nods, and replies "Yeah, yeah, I'm good... just had a little pain in my arm, no biggie. Think I pulled something, heh."

"Probably just stress. I'm taking you to the gym tomorrow." Mac quips, and finally pulls out the document in the envelope. He takes a look at it, and softly gasps. Looking back at his father, he says "This... These are divorce papers, Dad..."

Stanley nods, and says to his son "Yeah... Jessica finally had enough, it seems. Even though I haven't did anything since 2015. I mean, I assured her I was a changed man. I've been going to counseling like she wanted me to. I even took anger management to help with my issues on that. I've done everything I could to turn my life around for her. For you. For the both of you."

"Dad, I-I know... I just think Mom is wor--"

"I just don't understand it, Mackenzie! I don't get it! I promised her I'd never cheat on her again. I promised her I would never hit her again. And I haven't since! You have to believe me, son."

"I do, Dad. Trust me, I do. But you have to understand... you have to put yourself in mom's perspective... she's had enough, I think."

"Then why didn't she just talk to me about it first? This came out of nowhere."

"Just relax, Dad. I can talk to Mom, and we can tr--"

"I fucking failed you, son. I'm a failure. I'm a fucking screw-up!" Stanley says as he begins to cry, standing off of Mac's bed. Mac gets up, watching his father begin to leave the bedroom. "Dad, where are you going?" Stanley sobs, making his way towards the stairs. "Dad, wait, don't go! We can talk this out! I'll call Mom and we can all just talk this out!" Mac shouts at his father, watching him go towards the edge of the stairs.

"Don't worry about this, son. It's meant to be. Me and your mother... we're done... it's over."

"Dad, don't talk like that, please! You guys love each other! I love you, Dad! Mom loves you!"

"I failed you, son!"

"Dad, please! You didn't fail me, ok? I'm still here! I'm still here for you!" Mac says as a tear begins to pour down his right eye. "Come on, Dad, please! Let me call Mom and we can just talk this out..."

"Son... son, I... ow... ow... my heart hurts for her..."

"Come on, Dad, let me just call her and things will be alr--"

Stanley begins to clutch his chest "Uuugh... my... my heart... hurts..."

Mac looks at his father, and softly says "Dad... Dad, are you ok?"

Stanley closes his eyes tightly, and grabs his chest with both of his hands. He grunts out in agony "Heart... atta... ataaaghhhh!"

"DAD!" Mac yells as he rushes towards his father. Stanley yells in pain as he collapses backwards... head first down the stairs. "NO, DAD!!" Mac cries out, running as fast as he can to reach his father as Stanley tumbles down the stairs. When he reaches the bottom, a subtle *

SNAP

* can be detected.

"DAD!" Mac shouts once more as he makes his way to the bottom of the stairs. He arrives at Stanley's motionless body, and softly grabs his right arm. The left arm is trapped between the railing of the stairs, and his legs are spread out on the bottom step. He is lying on his stomach, and his head is tilted abnormally backwards. Mac softly pokes his right shoulder, and quietly speaks out "... Dad? Dad, are you ok?"

There is no answer from Stanley, and Mac begins to breath hard. "Come on, Dad, get up. Come on man, we gotta get up... Come on..." he says in terror as he tries to pick up his father. There is no moving from Stanley. Mac sniffles and shivers, not fully knowing what to do. He tries again to pick up his father, or at least get some kind of movement out of him. He says again "Come on, Dad, please... Please get up. Get up, man. Come on.... Come on, come on, COME ON! DAD! GET UP, DAD!"

His voice is rising in desperation, but there is still no movement. Mac breathes even harder, and softly sobs. He looks at Stanley's face. He sees that his eyes are lifeless, and his mouth is frozen in time. "No... No, God... no, no, nooo..." Mac cries out. Tears are now flowing down his cheeks, and he burrows his head into the back of Stanley's left shoulder. "Dad... no... Dad, p-please... we gotta get up... Come on, Dad... we gotta... w-we got-gotta..."

*****

[Present Night]

"Oh, God... Mac... Mac, sweetie, I didn't know... I didn't..."

Delilah softly sobs as she cuddles with Mac on the living room couch at his house. She is sitting on his left side next to him, and Mac is sitting on the right side. Mac stares off into the distance, his eyes fixated at the etched clock hanging at the top of the wall above the front window. "Yeah... it wasn't even the heart attack that killed him... it was the fall from the stairs. I... I could've saved him, Delilah."

"Life can be cruel like that, tiger. It takes no sides."

"Yeah... maybe so..."

"I feel so horrible. I should've been there for you..."

"You had your classes, Del. There was no way. But I thank you, anyway. And I get what you're saying... I-I do... it's like the rational part of my brain is trying SO hard... SO fucking hard to accept this. But... but I can't. People keep telling me to let it go... but I just can't. I could've saved my Dad that night if I was just fast enough."

"You don't know that for sure, Mac. If the fall didn't take Stanley's life, what if the heart attack could've?"

"Well... now I'll never know. And it bugs the fuck out of me."

"You cannot be so hard on yourself, Mac. You have to realized that even though your Dad had issues with you and your Mom, he always loved you both. Like you said, he did try to better himself."

"I keep... I keep going back to that night when he and I had that fight... the day you wore your white flats for me."

"Ah, yeah... I was trying to make that the best day ever for you. Heh."

"And you did... it's just that's also the same day I finally snapped at him." As Mac says that, he looks at the right wall next to the front door. He studies the still-cracked dent in it, the result of Mac pushing Stanley's head against it after he blacked out when Stanley insulted Delilah.

"I just wish things were different. I'm tired of being pissed off about it. I really am." Mac says. Delilah kisses his left cheek and smiles, saying "Then let's try to reset these emotions. We got the next 2 months together, tiger, so let's try to start a new beginning of happiness. What do you say...?"

Mac smiles back at Delilah, and softly says to her "I'll try... I promise. Just... just do me one favor before you leave back for college again..."

"Anything, tiger."

"You'll know when it's time. So... just be ready, ok?"

Delilah pouts a little, but smiles again, nodding "Sure thing, sweetheart. Whatever it is... I'll be ready."

*

VIBRATE! VIBRATE!*

"Oh, who's that?" Delilah says as she looks her phone vibrating on the marble table. As she reaches for it, Mac watches with a curious but subtle intent. "Of course, it's my Mom. Hehe. Sorry, I gotta answer this."

"It's alright, I kinda expected them to call, anyway."

"I gotta take this, but don't worry... I gotcha covered. So, enjoy the show. Hehehe."

"Wha-What show? Huh, I don't und--"

As Mac stumbles his words, Delilah presses the "Accept" icon on her phone, and softly says "Hi, Mommy!" She sits straight up, and places both of her feet on the carpet floor. Her snuggly, pink satin ballet flats engulfs it, and she wiggles her toes in total comfort. "Yes, everything is fine now. Mac and I are at his house."

As Mac ponders what she means, he gradually calms himself down enough to look down at her feet. With her left hand occupied with holding the phone against her ear, she is using her right hand to caress her nude pantyhosed covered thighs. Mac smirks, and thinks to himself

Ohhhhhh... THAT show

.

As he falls in love with her all over again, Delilah taps her feet in her flats on the floor, beginning to casually rub them together. "Yeah, he just wasn't expecting for Daddy to ask him about Stanley at dinner, that's all. He just felt like he was being grilled about it and he got defensive." As she carries on the phone conversation with Christina, she crosses her left leg, letting her left foot rest on her right knee. Mac watches quietly as Delilah works her gradual foot tease, and bites his lip once more. Gone are the emotions of pain and regret, replaced with lust and desire.

"Oh, he's upstairs getting changed into regular clothes now. I'm just gonna stay here with him tonight and keep him some company... Nah, Jessica doesn't mind at all, she's actually staying with Mac's aunt, he told me... Yeah. I'll probably stop by in a bit to get some bed clothes to sleep in. Hehe."

Delilah begins to use her right hand to press onto her left foot on her knee, and casually rubs into the ballet flat. "Yeah, I know, I'll tell him. Right now, we just want to relax and clear our heads, but I will let him know." Mac can only be impressed on how Delilah can have a normal conversation with her mother, and at the same time, tease him with the smallest of foot displays.

Delilah suddenly sighs, and Mac looks at her as her eyes closes. "Yeah... yeah, I'm fine, Mommy, just getting this pain out of my foot, that's all. Hehe." As she giggles, she rubs on her flat covered foot even more. Mac notices the intensity that is picking up, and his crotch finally arises within his black slacks.

Delilah continues to speak on the phone, adding "No, it's not the flats or anything, just a little cramp. I'm fine." She rotates her ankle as she grips her toes through her flat, wiggling them in her hand. "Noooo... no, Mom, I am NOT gonna ask him that. Hahahaha!" Mac raises an eyebrow. He wonders what she meant by "ask him", and looks at Delilah. Delilah suddenly eases back onto the armrest of the couch, and looks directly at Mac. She smirks at him, and says to her mother "No, Mom, I'm not gonna ask Mac to rub my feet. Haha, no way!"

As she says that, she calmly swings the both of her pantyhosed legs onto Mac's unexpecting lap, and her flat covered feet nestle against his right thigh. Mac quietly gasps, trying hard not to expose himself through the phone since he has to play the part of "getting dressed upstairs". Delilah laughs once more and says "I don't think he would want to rub my feet... maybe through my flats. Hahaha."

Taking the cue from her, Mac begins to slowly press his fingers onto the tips of Delilah's toes which are still covered by her satin pink flats. "Nah, he doesn't really pay attention to my shoes, but he did compliment my outfit I'm wearing. He really likes it."

Mac sighs at the feeling of the material the shoe possesses, and finally begins to rub her feet through her soft flats. He looks at Delilah, who is softly biting her lip at the feeling of his loving hands. She resumes the phone conversation, saying to Christina "No, Mother, I'm fine. I don't need him to rub my feet for me. God, hahaha."

Mac begins to press harder this time, and cups her left arch with his right hand. Delilah wiggles and flexes her toes through her flats, making the shoes stretch. Mac watches as her toes express the incredible feeling they are experiencing, and Mac obliges them by caressing them once more with his left hand. Delilah then says "God, fine, Mother! I don't want him to rub my feet because I don't want him to know that my feet stink, ok?!"

Mac almost drops her foot in her flat after hearing that come out of her mouth. Delilah looks at Mac with a wide grin on her face, knowing that she is making him melt with every word she is saying. "Yeah... they got pretty bad over dinner. I'm glad nobody noticed. I was scared when Mac reached down to pick up my spoon, he would probably smell them. Thank God he didn't..."

Mac is now too transfixed on her flats to even rub them the way he wants to, and it is all thanks to Delilah's welcome of her meta-dirty talk about her feet to her mother. She knows what he needs to hear, and she has found a way to say them without making them seem sexual, which in ironic fashion, makes them even more sexual. As if it was the next part of the script, Delilah uses her right foot to casually rub Mac's crotch through his slacks. Mac gasps at the feeling of her soft pink flat, and allows it to violate him any way it pleases.

Delilah begins to twirl her hair, and calmly says to her mother on the phone "I dunno... I don't think he notices whenever I fidget with my shoes... I don't think he cares about that. Even if he did, I'm sure he wouldn't mind it. Hehehe... it's just a habit I have, and I love to do it. Makes me feel good, you know?" Delilah picks up her pace of her foot rubbing against Mac's crotch, and Mac takes a pillow off the couch to cover his mouth. He muffles his groans through the pillow, and succeeds in not allowing sound to affect the phone speaker.

Delilah makes a pondered face, like she is thinking on something Christina might have said to her. She then says "Hmmmm... I never really thought about it. But I think I... I usually slip them on and off a lot... like, I take my shoes off and put them back on right away. Ummmm... I twirl them around with my toes, I think... Oh, yeah! I like to sometimes switch shoes with my feet. Hehe, it's silly, but it's fun to do when I'm sitting down waiting or something like that."

Mac cannot believe it. How can she just have such a NORMAL conversation with her mother about her own shoeplay? Mac looks at Delilah with lust in his eyes, and signals to her. She understands completely, and says to Christina on the phone "Hey, Mommy, I'm gonna let you go now. Mac is coming back down, so we're gonna just talk some more, ok? But I'll let him know, I promise. Ok... I love you, too, Mommy. Byyye."

Delilah finally ends the call, and looks directly at Mac. Mac stands up, completely engulfed by his desire for her feet, and grabs her ankles. Without even taking off her pink flats, he burrows his face between her feet, and inhales deeply. Delilah giggles, and says "Yeah, there you go, tiger. Smell them real good. Smell those stinky flats that I am wearing on my sweaty feet. You just couldn't wait for me to hang up, could you?"

Mac takes deeper whiffs her her flats, and Delilah curls her toes inside to make the shoes grip his face more. "Smell my feet, Mac. Don't they stink? Don't they smell really bad from these nasty shoes of mine?"

"Fuck I can't take this anymore!"

"Oh, yeah? You can't take it, huh? Whatcha gonna do about it, tiger?"

Mac begins to unbuckle his belt from his slacks, and finally unbuttons and unzips it. "God, I need them now, Del."

Delilah smirks, saying "Oh, yeah? You're gonna do it, Mac? Are ya? Hmm?"

"I want them. I want them now."

"You want my feet, Mac? Are ya gonna do it? Tell me."

"I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna fucking do it!" As he says this, he finally pulls out his harden penis from his slacks. He grabs Delilah's ankles, and doesn't even bother to take her flats off. It's gotten to the point where he needs her feet there and now.

"Do it, Mac. Do it. Come on!" Delilah says in short breaths. "Fuck my feet. Do it. You're gonna fuck them for me? You're gonna fuck them while I wear my sexy flats?"

"Yes! God, yes!"

"Then come on! Fuck them good. Fuck them hard and good, Mac!"

Before he can even insert his penis between her flat-covered arches, a jingling of keys can be heard from the front door. Mac looks back in terror, and quietly says "Oh, fuck!" before making a scurry along with a frightened Delilah.

The door finally unlocks, and slowly opens...

TO BE CONTINUED