All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!
"I can't believe we did it four times." Kate sat in the driver's seat, her hands on the wheel. The garage door closed behind the minivan. She turned off the engine. "I'm an absolute mess." And she was. She was sticky from sweat and her panties couldn't hold back the deluge of sperm that leaked out of her butt. She was sure it was soaking into her dress, too.
"Sorry about that. I had a lot stored up. How do you feel?" Nick agreed, she was a mess. He had been enjoying how disheveled she looked on the drive home. Her mascara was running, and her dress was wrinkled and bunched awkwardly around her boobs.
"Well... Nicky... honestly?" She turned her head slowly to regard her son. "After we do something crazy like that... I have this moment of panic sometimes. I... um... I..." She took her hand off the wheel and brushed some hair from his face. He looked a mess, too. But that was normal. He was an eighteen-year-old boy. He was always coming home dirty and sweaty. "I can't believe I'm sharing this with you. I'd never admit anything like this to your father."
"That you panic?"
"Yeah. I don't worry about how you'll react, Nicky. That's why I can tell you that I have these moments of worry. But then I look into your eyes, like I'm doing right now..." She stroked his cheek with her fingertips. "And I know I've made the right decisions. This works for us. I see what a wonderful man you've become and my doubt melts away." She kissed him but her lips didn't linger. "Now, I need your help. Your father can't see me like this. I need you to go into the house and distract him while I slip by and hop into the shower."
"Distract him?" Nick raised his eyebrows.
"Just make sure he doesn't see me." She nodded encouragement. "Okay?"
"Sure, Mom." Nick smiled and got out of the car. He walked into the house. The sound of the television greeted him. He followed it to the basement. He could hear the horn of a basketball game. This was going to be easy. "Hey, Dad. How's the game...?" When he'd descended enough stairs to see into the basement, he stopped. His father wasn't sitting on the sofa. Instead, there was a huge leafy creature sitting with his legs crossed.
"Come down, Nicolas." Enki put his arm along the back of the sofa and looked at Nick over his shoulder. "We have to talk."
"Where's my dad?" Nick stood at the bottom of the stairs.
Enki shrugged in a slow elaborate motion. "You have lost your way. Why do you not labor over the final riddle? It is the key to everything."
"I've been really busy. Thanks to you." Nick tried to smile, but Enki unsettled him. As he walked around the sofa, he could see the soft, twisted cock hanging between the god's legs. It was a long, gnarled thing, with twigs branching from the shaft. He averted his gaze and looked at Enki's lichen beard, which had some sort of insect scurrying inside it. "You know... my mom, sister, and girlfriend."
"I only gave you the tools. You built your current life." Enki raised an eyebrow. "However... I might destroy what you've built if you refuse to make progress on the puzzle."
"I'm really trying." Nick blinked. It took a second for the threat to sink in. "You... what?"
"I can tell that this will be difficult for you." Enki frowned. "If I give clues, will you promise to have solved the puzzle when next we meet?"
"Well, I mean, that depends." Nick glanced at the television. The basketball game reminded him that he was supposed to be distracting his father. He couldn't let his parents run into one another. That would be a colossal disaster.
"Even now, you are distracted." Enki shook his lichen-covered head slowly. "
Fruit of the poisonous tree grows rotten. The virtuous tree bears ambrosia. Cut back weeds and sow a harvest worthy of me.
The first clue is that your father and your sister's fiancé are the subjects of the first sentence. The second is that your future as it intertwines with that of your sister and mother is the subject of the second and third sentences."
"Wait... you mean." Nick's eyes widened. "That's crazy. There's no chance I'm going to 'sow a harvest' with my mom and sister."
Enki's laughter creaked like an old tree on a gusty night. "You will have at least made progress by the next time we meet, or you will wish that you had." With that, the god vanished.
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"The coast is probably clear," Kate whispered to herself. She got out of the car and felt the back of her dress. It was indeed sticky and wet. Why did she keep getting herself into these situations? She would never cheat on Fred under normal circumstances. But her relationship with Nick wasn't a normal circumstance. She promised herself she would plan better so she wouldn't have to sneak through her own house like a furtive apple thief. She entered the house through the garage door and quietly shut it behind her. She could hear the television on in the basement mingling with Nick's voice. He was doing what she asked.
Slipping her shoes off, Kate listened intently. All she could hear were the sounds from the basement. She quickly clasped her hands in prayer and promised to be more careful in the future. Tiptoeing across the kitchen, she made sure to miss the floorboards that squeaked. She went upstairs, going slowly and pausing to listen often. She felt so guilty walking down the hall. Her poor Fred. He would just explode if he found out what was happening. Kate paused, listening. Were those grunts coming from her room? Stealthily, she moved down the hall and looked into her bedroom. Her husband was on the bed with his pants down. One hand held his phone, his other hand pumped his penis. She stared at the penis, unable to stop comparing it to the size of his son. How had she ever thought Fred was large? Her gaze moved to the phone. He was watching a dirty movie!
Fred noticed movement in the doorway and turned his head. He dropped his phone in surprise. "Katie... I... um... didn't know when you would be home... so..." He pulled up his pants.
"I didn't mean to barge in, Fred." Kate turned and ran down the hall. She raced right into her son's arms.
"I didn't find Dad. I was looking for him in the basement, but..." Nick's words faded away when he saw his mom's ashen face. "What is it?"
"Your father is in our bedroom," she whispered.
"Sorry to give you a surprise, Katie." Fred's voice echoed out of the bedroom. "Sometimes you just need to rub one out."
Nick gave his mother a disgusted, questioning look. She nodded meaningfully. He looked around. He had to hide her. If his father got close to her, there would be no disguising what they'd been up to. "In here." Nick shoved his mom into the hall bathroom and closed the door.
"Katie? You still out there?" A few seconds later, Fred walked out of the room, stuffing his shirt into his pants. He stopped and frowned when he saw his son. "Um... hey... Nick... have you seen your mother?"
Nick shrugged, trying not to let a smirk take hold of his mouth. His father looked so embarrassed. That was something new to behold. "I think she's in the bathroom." He leaned on the wall. "I'm going to wait. I've been hanging with Maggie. I need to take a shower."
"I'll talk to her later," Fred mumbled. He passed his son and paused sniffing the air. "Having fun with Maggie, are you?"
"Don't even start on how hot she is, Dad." Nick crossed his arms.
"Sorry." Fred lowered his eyes and walked downstairs.
An apology? That was novel coming from his father, too. When he was sure his father was gone, Nick knocked on the bathroom door. "He's gone."
Kate opened the door and peered out. "Thanks, Nick," she whispered. "That was quick thinking. Let's not put ourselves in this position again, okay?"
Nick nodded. "Did you really catch him...?" Nick pantomimed pumping his penis.
"Don't be gross, Nick. Think of how embarrassing it must have been for him." She couldn't help but notice the long strokes Nick took with his pretend penis. She slapped at his hand to get him to stop. "I'm going to clean myself up. I suggest you do the same." She hustled off to her bedroom.
Nick watched her go, staring at her round ass. Seeing the large wet spot on the butt of her dress brought his dick to life again. "I did that," he whispered to himself as he went into the bathroom. His expression was filled with smug satisfaction as he undressed. But then he thought of Enki and what the god had said. His happiness evaporated into a frown. "How do you tell a god 'no thanks?'" he asked his reflection in the bathroom mirror.
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Dinner was awkward for Nick. His mother stared at her plate. His father barely said two words. Nick cleaned up his dishes and told them he was going out. He figured his mom could smooth things over while he was gone. They both looked relieved to see him go.
Maggie was at a party and had texted him an invite earlier. In turn, Nick invited his two best friends. Brayden and Tom wouldn't forgive him if Nick went to a party without them. He walked over to their houses and picked them up. He let his friends do most of the talking, mostly about which girls might be there, as they strolled to the designated house.
When they got to the party, Nick let his friends wander off in search of girls. He hunted for Maggie and found her in an animated conversation with Brad Gaskins. She was laughing and moving her hands around as she explained something to him. Brad was a big guy and hadn't always been friendly to Nick. Nick wasn't sure if he should walk up to them, let them talk, or what. He kept his jealousy in check, reminding himself how amazing she'd been about his mom and sister.
