This is a quick 750 word story. Sexual activity is implied, not described. Call it a cautionary tale if you will. Thanks to CindyTV for reading a draft and her encouragement. I hope you enjoy.
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It had been a crazy night and Henry had not had much sleep. He came in late last night. He wasn't expected to come home that night but his business trip to the neighbouring country was cut short when a customer cancelled an appointment. Rather than spend the extra money on another night in a hotel room he drove home to sleep in his own bed.
Trying to be as quiet as a church mouse, he entered the house and got into bed. He could hear the sounds of lovemaking in the room beside his. It would be his son, Lon and his girlfriend, Kelly.
Henry smiled as he lay back listening to the sounds and recalling his own wild and lusty youth. Lon seemed to be even better equipped than Henry had been. From the sounds of things, they had gone four rounds. Henry soon found tears forming in his eyes.
It wasn't just the nostalgia for those days of carefree sex. The tears were partially because of his wife, Lon's mother, who had passed away several years earlier.
After a little sleep, Henry got up and prepared breakfast for three. Lon came out of his room stretching and yawning.
"You're home! I thought you weren't back till tonight."
"Plans changed. Is Kelly staying for breakfast?"
"I'm sorry Dad. I know you don't like me having her stay here overnight but..."
"It's okay, Lon. Is she staying?"