Please ignore any spelling and grammatical errors. I am still searching for an editor.
"Richard! It's not what it looks like."
Dad took a few steps inside, and turned to shut the door. I didn't know what was more surprising, that dad hadn't already murdered me or that the spell I put on mom had immediately worn off.
"I don't know what came over me Richard, I just..."
Dad turned towards me, my dick now flaccid. Yet still inside mom, who was now moving off me. Dad took his time, placing the helmet on the nearby counter and the cake next to it. It looked like a biker helmet, I didn't know he rode a bike.
"Dad, listen mom was just trying to show me."
"Mikey, shut up, now!"
I didn't say a word as dad finally stood over me. My mom was standing next to me, her head down. I could tell she was extremely ashamed. This was unusual, my whole life mom had often been the one with authority. Even though, dad spent only a handful of days with us before running back off to work. Mom was just as much a nag to me as she was to him, yet her she was head down. Cowering in fear to how dad would react to the blatant incest.
"Jenny, go upstairs. I need to speak to Mikey."
"Richard I need to explain," mom pleaded.
"Jenny, upstairs now!" Dad shouted. Mom briskly followed the order and collected her bra and robe. I stared at her curves as she went upstairs, my mind unable to see her as a parent. Now she was the woman I lost my virginity too, if only briefly.
'smack!' A slap to my head.
"I can see that it wasn't just her who was having dirty thoughts," dad added.
"Dad it's not mom's fault, she was..."
"Son, stop talking. Pull up your pants and get up." He said this before turning and collecting the helmet. I followed his orders, still afraid of what was to come. He got to the door and opened it, leaned against it and waited patiently as I got ready.
I spotted the cake, it said 'Happy Birthday Son, sorry for fucking your mom.' I briefly smiled at the joke, especially the irony that I was fucking her too.
"Hurry up."
I jumped into action, walking outside the door and spotting the bike dad was riding. He closed the door and led me to it.
"Hop on."
"Where are we going?" I asked, hoping he'd perhaps be lenient with me.
"Son, stop talking and do as I say, and put this on." He placed the helmet on my head, and put on the spare. He got on the bike and I followed suit before he sped of into the night. I held on to him for dear life, as he didn't even consider the speed limits. I'd never been on a bike, let alone any vehicle going this fast.
I peered to check the speedometer, only to see the indicator pointing at 150 mph. I felt like throwing up, but with the helmet on, most of it would just cover my face. I decided to tough it out, think about or pretend I'm somewhere else. The immense amount of G-force as well as the cold night air blowing past me kept reminding me exactly where I was.
Was this dad's plan, to murder me with speed. Is this my punishment for fucking mom, I mean sure my powers more than likely made her do it. However, she literally forced the issue. Just as I was about to beg for my life, dad made a hard left into what seemed to be a concealed road. I knew that we were now riding on the nearby park but this part of it was a place I'd never been before.
"You still awake back there?"
I was still a bit woozy, "Yeah, I'm still alive."
"Good!" He said as we reached a small clearing. The half moon made it partially visible, it was some sort of campfire. He stopped near it, and I quickly got off the death trap. Once he got off, he took the helmet of me and took off his.
"Now, Mikey we can talk." That sounded ominous, like he wanted a really secluded place.
"Look, I'll move out, I'll stay away from mom." Dad put his arm around my shoulder.
"Mikey, enough. Let's sit by the campsite and then you'll answer some of my questions"
We walked together, in a bit of a different mood from before. The seriousness replaced with some form of adoration. Something I rarely experienced, from dad at least. Hugs were moms thing, especially when I woke up on time, behaved or got good grades.
We sat down, with only the sound of owls, rustling of leaves in the wind, and with not a single soul other than the two of us nearby.
"Okay son, I want you to tell me what happened today. Don't leave out a single detail, no matter how weird or crazy it is"
I didn't understand, did he really just ask me about my day.
"You're not mad?"
He chuckled, "nah, I'm just stunned. Stop stalling, what happened today, from the start to when I arrived."
"Okay, if you say so."
I started from my dream, then got to the bathroom incident, then mom's weird question about Ellie. I then explained the bus event with Zahra, and then the sexual encounter with Ellie, Mrs Robinson, the bus back home and then mom.
I went into detail, as if I was telling a story. This took me a few minutes because I needed to explain what I was thinking about and then what happened when my powers took charge. It wasn't easy, to do with my dad. The more I told him about it, the easier it got, he didn't seem surprised or shocked. He seemed more curious, but nodded like he understood everything.
Once I was done, explaining that mom was the final test to see if I had these powers. Dad smiled, the smile you see fathers give their sons when they realise their son isn't gay. Not that I ever did anything to suggest that, but it was definitely a positive expression.
"Hmm, you know they said it was possible, but I never thought my own son would be the one."
What did he mean by the one?
"What are you talking about? Doesn't any of this surprise you? Isn't any of this shocking to you?" I said, in an exasperated tone. It felt like this was all a joke to him.
"Son, listen very carefully okay. You may need to take a few deep breaths for what I'm about to tell you."