Author's Note: Welcome to the latest installment of Family Affair. At the end of chapter two, Haley's attempt to seduce Randy failed. More confused than ever, Randy decides it's time to talk to his mother about what's been going on. Enjoy.
Randy raised his hand to knock on Mom's bedroom door for the third time in the ten minutes he'd been standing there. Like his previous two attempts, he lowered his hand, unsure of what he was going to say.
"Come on, suck it up," he mumbled.
He'd thought about staying in the hallway and seeing if Haley showed up or she'd been messing with him. Yet at this point he did feel he needed to discuss what was going on. He'd leave out details of his dreams, but maybe mention Haley had been dressing way to sexy around the house and it was getting to him.
Regardless he would sound like a pervert, but he needed to get this off his chest. Taking a deep breath, he succeeded in knocking softly on the door, part of him hoping his mother would be asleep.
"I'm awake." Mom called out, "Come in."
He entered the room to see mom sitting on the bed and immediately regretted his decision. Mom was dressed the same way Haley had been. A pair of tight lacey black shorts and a matching top that, like Haley's, didn't cover her stomach.
Mom's top seemed even shorter due to her tits being a lot bigger than his sisters and causing it to ride up higher. The low-cut top showed a pretty good amount of cleavage and his eyes were drawn to the tops and inner halves of her smooth tanned breasts.
He blinked, forcing his gaze to her face and saw her long dark hair was down and her lips, full and sensual, just like Haley's, were painted in deep red. Why would she have makeup on? For that matter what was with the slinky lingerie, it wasn't like dad was around tonight.
"Did you want something, honey?" Mom cut through his inspection of her.
"Oh, um, yeah, can we talk?"
"We can always talk, what's the matter?"
"It's Haley."
"What's the matter?" Mom asked, "She giving you a hard time?"
She was grinning when she said it, and his stomach tightened. Had Haley called and talked to her first?
"She's being kind of, uh, inappropriate with me."
"What do you mean?" She swung her long legs from the bed and Randy's eyes locked onto the soft skin of her upper thighs and the black lace between them.
Mom was the opposite of Haley. His sister looked like dad, with her light hair and blue eyes whereas he took after mom with her black hair and dark brown eyes. Haley was small chested and slender, her body supple and tight.
Mom was bustier, her full chest matched by her round curvy ass, and her hips and thighs had a nice soft inviting appearance. Inviting? God, this was happening the same way as it had with his sister upstairs, maybe he should make something up now, and go see a school counselor.
"Randy?"
"Sorry." He had been staring at her legs, her feet were bare and he noticed her toe nails were the same purple as Haley's and a quick glance told him her fingers matched.
"What are you looking at?" She looked down, "Something wrong with me?"
"No, mom you look fine."
"Thank you." She smiled, "You're pretty fine yourself."
"What?" he blinked, what was this, a bizarro replay?
"You look fine, too, that's all. What did you think I meant?"
"Nothing."
"You look nervous honey." She pointed to the small armchair behind him where she sat and read at night, "Sit down and tell me what's wrong."
Randy sat across from her and noted with dismay she was sitting with her legs open, not wide, but enough to make him aware of that damn black lace between her legs.
"Okay, lately Haley's been dressing kind of," he paused trying to find the best way to say it, "Revealing."
"I've noticed." She shrugged, "She's nineteen and trying to get attention."
"At home?"
"She dresses that way outside of home and doesn't change when she gets here."
"I mean things like what she wears when she does change," he pressed, "Like her pajamas aren't pajamas anymore, she's showing a lot of, uh, everything."
"You checking out your sister?"
"No!" This was beginning to backfire.
"Then what's the big deal?" Mom asked, "If you don't see her in that way, then it shouldn't matter. That's why your father and I don't say anything. We're fine with how she dresses."
"Tonight, there was something else."
"I don't read minds honey." Mom put her hands out, "Let's hear it."
"Haley came into my room a little while ago and she was dressed trashy." He quickly added, "At least for around me anyway."
"You didn't come in here to just say Haley had on a skimpy outfit I hope."
"She started saying weird stuff."
"Like what?"
"Like." He took a deep breath, "I know this sounds crazy, but I promise I'm not lying."
"I'm listening." Mom said reassuringly, "Tell me exactly what she said."
"She said she wanted to fool around with me."
"Excuse me?" Mom raised her eyebrows. "Your sister said she wanted to have sex with you?"
"That and other things." He nodded.
"Honey, that's pretty out there." Mom said with a frown. "You think it was some kind of game? Maybe something her and her ditzy friends cooked up to do to their brothers and then tell each other what happened?"
"I'm sure she meant it."
"How can you be so sure?"
"She asked if she could, uh, see my..." Okay, genius, how do you say this?"
"Your what?"
"You know my." Randy gave a nervous smile, "Thing."
She furrowed her brow, "You mean your cock?"
"Mom!"
She rolled her eyes, "Thing Randy? You're eighteen not eight, it's called a cock."
Hearing his mother utter the word caused another of those twisted thrills and he fought to ignore it and stay with saying how wrong all this was.
"Okay, whatever, but she wanted to see it."
"Did you show it to her?"
"Of course not!" He rolled his eyes, an identical gesture to hers, "I'm her brother; that would be sick."
"Hmm, you take after your dad's side for sure."
"Haley said that." He pointed to her, "Am I missing something here?"
"You're missing out on a lot of things," Mom replied. "But not for much longer."
"You don't think it's wrong for her to ask me that?"
"Curiosity." She grinned, "Happens between siblings sometimes."
"Haley has a boyfriend, she's had a few, I think she knows what one looks like."
"True, she does have some experience," she laughed, "Takes after my side."
"You going to talk to her about this?" he asked, frustrated, "She's strutting around like she's trying to tease me then starts telling me she wants to do nasty things with me."
"She could still be playing, Randy, after all you didn't show her anything did you?"
"No."
"Did you touch her at all or let her touch you?"
"Uh, no." he lied in case Haley started saying he did.
"Then it could be a stupid little prank."
"It wasn't." Randy took the plunge. "She took her top off and showed me her," he was going to say breasts, but didn't want to get the little kid comment again, "Tits."
"Haley showed you her tits?" Mom looked as if she were trying to keep a straight face, "Really?"
"Why would I make that up?"
"True." She tapped her chin in thought, "Well only one way to get to the bottom of this."
Mom turned around and crawling onto the bed reached across to the nightstand to grab her phone. That left Randy staring at his mother's ass in the tight lace shorts and his cock rose at the sight of the tips of her round ass cheeks peeking out from them.
The lace between her legs was fully visible as well and he realized if she were naked right now he'd be able to see her pussy. She fumbled with the phone and her ass moved back and forth, swaying seductively in front of him. Wait, seductively? He swore some of these thoughts seemed as if they were planted in his mind somehow.
His eyes wandered down the backs of her smooth thighs and lingered on the soles of her feet. He caught himself imagining those soft feet on his shoulders as he fucked her.
"Haley?" Her voice mercifully cut short his latest taboo thought, "I need you to come to my room right now. Don't ask why, just get your ass in here."
She put her cell down and backed her way to the edge of the bed where she turned and sat facing him once more. Damn, that ass had looked good backing towards him. Yup, time for some therapy.
"Guess we'll find out together what's going on now won't we?" she asked.
"Right." He tried to sound confident but was worried Haley would lie and put on the pout and crocodile tears like she did every time she got in trouble.
They sat there in silence, Mom looking relaxed and Randy caught between being nervous about what Haley would say along with trying to keep his eyes off his mother.
He jumped at a knock on the door and Mom called, "Come in, honey."
Haley entered the room and to Randy's mixed dismay and relief she was still dressed in her skimpy little pink ensemble from earlier. In a way it was bad because now he had both here to try not to look at, but at least mom could see what she was wearing.
"What's up, mom?" Haley asked, while giving him a mischievous smile, like this was exactly what she wanted.
"Come here." Mom patted the bed and Haley obediently sat next to her.
