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?"
