Chapter 2: Showers always help with a hangover
Finlay woke to a groggy head and some twinges in his hip and shoulder. He reached up to the shelf above his bed to grab his phone from its usual resting place, but instead he found the frame of his bed and remembered he was sleeping on the floor. This triggered his memory of last night and her quickly withdrew his arm back into the sleeping bag. Cautiously, he looked over to Jack's bed and saw it empty, both of its usual inhabitant and any... visitors.
He carefully sat up, slowly rolling the shoulder that had not fared well from sleeping on the hard floor. As his eyes made it past the top of the mattress, he saw his mother was not in his bed, and he glanced around the room to check he really was alone. Without Jack or his mother here, he felt some tension ebb from his mind as he now had time to take stock of last night and really think about what he witnessed; was it even real? Was it a dream? Had he imagined some parts? Had he seen another woman in Jack's bed and addled a little by alcohol he filled in the rest with a preposterous scenario?
Whilst his fear that what he had seen really happened began to wane, a different anxiety took its place. Where was his mother? If that hadn't been her, then what had happened to her last night? He could see her heels and coat in the corner of the room, so he was sure she had actually been in this room at some point. He opened his wardrobe and saw her suitcase, which he opened to find her dress neatly folded on the top layer.
OK, that was a good sign. There were still now the questions of what he had seen - or more likely imagined - last night, and for that he'd need to get the story from his mum. Maybe she'd headed out this morning, but without her coat that seemed less likely. He glanced around the room to see her bag sitting on the floor by the foot of his bed, further confirming she was somewhere in his halls right now.
He grabbed his phone from the shelf he normally kept it to charge and saw it was coming up to 9am. Definitely far too early for Jack to be up on a Saturday, even some weekdays he barely got out of bed by 10. He went to call his mother, but as he looked over to Jack's bed to double check he definitely wasn't there, he saw Jennifer's phone charging, next to Jack's. He walked over to it and clicked the screen on to see quite a few notifications from various apps, and two messages from his dad, unread. It was also on 4% battery, which suggested she had only just plugged it in.
Nothing really screamed out to Finlay as clear evidence of what had happened and what was going on now. He wondered if he should just head up to the kitchen and grab some breakfast and wait for his mum to get back. She was most likely in the toilet, or gone to the kitchen herself, probably, but hopefully not, with Jack.
He went towards the door and picked a hoodie off from the hooks over the radiator when it clicked that Jack's garish towel wasn't hanging over it. It had Jack's favourite football team's badge on it and having such an overt piece of football paraphernalia had been a red flag to Finlay, quite literally in this case thanks to Arsenal's team colours.
He went back to his mum's suitcase and saw her own small travel towel was gone. OK, that explains where they were. Just sit tight and wait for her to get back. That would have been the most sensible thing to do, but the mental image of his mother's legs wrapped around 'Jackers' torso plagued him. He'd have to pass the short corridor down to the men's washrooms on the way up to the kitchen anyway. He could poke his head in and see if Jack was there. He'd rather speak to his mum first, but deducing the sparse clues around the room it was most likely that his mum had spoken to Jack this morning, plugged in her phone then got directions to the women's showers.
'Hey Jack, hope you had fun last night. Didn't see my mum around this morning, have you? Just tell her I'll be up in the kitchen if you do,' he practiced saying in his head, trying to sound natural. He didn't know why he needed to try to sound natural, but he felt incredibly on edge right now.
He left the room with a deep breath. It wasn't a long walk to the washrooms, but it was enough to increase his anxiety again. Nothing had happened, he was being stupid, but it all seemed too real, such a vivid dream. Then again, whilst he had been tipsy, he surely can't have been drunk enough to have invented that vision.
He came to the set of doors into the men's washroom, heading through the outer door first to a feeling of increasing nervousness, which got so much worse as he slowly pushed the inner door open, his arm shaking as it extended.
There was no one at the sinks, but Jack's red towel was draped over door of the furthest shower stall. Finlay let out a sigh and gave a brief thought to going over and knocking, but Jack would probably just make some shitty joke about Finlay wanting to join. No, he just needed to drink some water, have some cereal, wake up a little more, then head out for the day and spend some quality time with his mother who had not fuck...
'FUCK!' he thought as his eyes caught the sight of a small black towel, the microfiber travel towel he was almost certain was his mum's. It was on the towel rack opposite the last three stalls, below which was Jack's sports bag.
It was a pretty generic looking black towel. There was only one shower on. They were in the men's shower room. His mind had threatened to jump to a conclusion that was the worst possible interpretation of the evidence. As slowly and as quietly as Finlay could manage, he snuck into the neighbouring stall. The noise of the shower seemed to obscure the faint sound of his bare feet on tiles and the gentle thud of the stall door closing, so he was sure he hadn't alerted whoever was next to him - surely just Jack, on his own, no one else - that he was next door.
He fished his phone from his pocket and went to the camera mode, but then realised that it was obviously far safer to investigate using the 'analogue way'. He crouched down, then went onto one knee and an elbow, allowing his head to get down far enough that he could see under the gap between the stalls. It was a big space, enough to fit a hand through comfortably, so he was able to clearly see the feet of the people, plural, who were showering together.
One pair of feet looked strong, athletic, reasonably hairy. The other pair were smaller, dainty, smooth, with neatly pained toenails. Definitely a couple; if it wasn't obvious enough from the fact they were together in a shower stall, naked, it was reinforced to Finlay by their stance. The woman's feet were gently tucked between the man's in a way that very much suggested an embrace, likely a kiss.
Then it got worse. A happy giggly laugh pierced through the background noise of cascading water and the woman got down to her knees. Finlay stood up as fast as he could without making any noise. His stomach and heart fell so fast that it felt like he'd left them down in his crouched position.
"Fuck..." he whispered.
Falling back to his riskier first plan, he went to his phone and opened the camera app again. Holding his device in front of him, he could see how much his hand was shaking. Still, he flipped the phone to selfie mode and took a deep breath.
'OK go!' he thought to himself as poked the front facing camera over the top of the stall's dividing wall. The camera took a second to focus but when it did, in clear gut-wrenching HD quality was Jack standing over Finlay's mother. The end of Jack's large dick was past his mum's lips as she eagerly pleasured him with her mouth.
Finlay ignored both the queasiness in his belly and the twitch of his own smaller, flaccid dick as he held the camera steady. He watched as Jack leant forward and reached out to catch himself on the handrails that were attached to the stall walls. Finlay felt the divider next to him shake as Jack's hand grabbed the rail, and it made him even more aware this was really happening next to him, it wasn't just a video on his phone.
His mum's face was obscured by Jack's torso and Finlay felt frustration. He knew he should either leave them be or try to stop them but morbid, sick curiosity wanted him to keep watching, keep filming.
His mum was the one betraying his dad, betraying him, and messing around with a guy literally young enough to be her son but Finlay knew he was in the wrong right now. A pervert, a voyeur, a creep.
He ignored the semi-erection that was growing in his pants and paused the recording. With less fear and more determination to see his mother sucking off his roommate. He got down low again and saw his mum's legs. He lay down on the floor, unfazed by the dampness that had spilled over from Jennifer and Jack's stall and got as close as he dared to the gap.
Jack was facing the other way and his mum's face was buried in Jack's crotch, her eyes were probably closed or totally obscured by Jack's stomach as she eagerly licked and sucked his shaft. He could do this. He kept as much of his body in the middle of his own stall and edged his head right up to the bottom of the stall divider.
He couldn't see anything above his mum's chest or above Jack's legs, however, it was shocking to see the real life porn show unfolding in front of him. His mum's ample breasts swung in time to her mouth bobbing along Jack's shaft, sometimes being knocked by her right elbow as her right arm jerked his roommate and now, definitely, enemy's hard dick.
He dared do it. He couldn't help himself. He slid his phone close to the gap, flinching at his own image lying desperately on the floor before swapping it back to the back camera and hitting record.
The vantage point of the camera was better than his own, he could see his mum groping Jack's bum cheek and he saw Jack's hand move from the handrail to the back of her head. He couldn't actually see her head or see her working his shaft with her mouth but what he could see with his eyes and with his phone was disturbingly explicit. Jennifer's legs were closed as she knelt between her new lover's powerful calves and her breasts were only partly visible behind his even more muscular thighs, so this almost passed as a softcore show.
