Note: One commenter regarding chapter two made the statement that he thought the son knew something about the mother that she wouldn't want her hubby to know. The wording suggested that he had not read chapter one or had forgotten what he read. This is chapter three of what I intend to have as a seven chapter story. If you haven't read the first two chapters, please do so before reading this one as events there are tied into events here and it will make a lot more sense. Some have asked that I make the chapters longer. This one did come out a little longer than the others, but I can't say that it will continue to be that way. I don't usually write this way. I prefer to write the whole story so that I can make changes along the way. In fact, I am working on a story called "The Retreat" which is a sequel to a story called "Tabby Cat." I will not post "Tabby Cat" until the sequel is complete so that any necessary changes can be made. But, this has been a fun experience so far and I look forward to completing this. I hope you enjoy this third chapter of "Frustration" and please vote and leave your comments.
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Pam sat on the couch again after seeing her husband Vincent off to work. She had had a restless night as she thought about things, and still had no idea of what to do. Vincent had been his usual clueless self. He had come home from the Legion half drunk, got ready for bed, fucked her until he made his deposit, and rolled over to go to sleep so that he could do the same the next morning. After he had finished, he went to get his shower and she went to wake Meghan for school, finding that Matthew had not returned to his own room the night before. Knowing that he didn't have a class that morning, she had only woke her daughter, ignoring the fact that the two siblings were sleeping together.
"Hey, sweetie," Harley said as he entered the living room.
"Oh, Dad," she wailed.
"Vince still got you all worked up?"
"It's worse than that, Dad. We made a mistake. A huge mistake. We shouldn't have done what we did."
"Really?" I thought you were all for doing it a lot more."
"I wish we could," she answered. "But it was a huge mistake."
"What's going on, Pammy?"
"I don't even know how to talk about it, Dad."
Harley thought for a moment before replying. "Pam, do you remember when you lost your virginity?"
"Yeah."
"You came home and were just about in tears thinking that you would be pregnant. Your mother and I helped you through that period, took you to the doctor to get you on birth control, and even taught you how to put a condom on a guy."
Pam chuckled. "That cucumber got a bit of a work out after that."
"I didn't know that."
"Mom used it in the salad that night, too. It was very clean, though. Both of us had washed it before it went in." She paused. "Anyway, all that worked out great, Dad. Then I forgot about renewing the prescription when Chad broke up with me and when Vince came around, poof, I was pregnant with Matt."
"And again, your mother and I were there for you. My point, baby, is that we can talk about anything. Yesterday, you told me about what a chump Vince is in the bedroom. What has changed between us other than the fact that we ended up fucking? What's changed to make it so that you can't talk to me?"
"You're right, Dad. We can talk about anything. But do I have the right to talk to you about something that concerns someone else's life?"
"If it concerns you, it concerns me. If the person or persons who you are talking about didn't want it known, then they shouldn't have told you about it."
"They didn't tell me, exactly. I know because of actions, not words. But they know that I know, and weren't concerned that I knew."
"Then I think it's open for discussion between the two of us, unless they told you to not tell me."
"To tell you the truth, I don't think they would mind you knowing as long as Vince doesn't find out."
"You know I won't tell him."
"Alright," she said then took a breath to gather her thoughts. "Last night, you fell asleep in the living room."
"Yeah. Sorry about that. I was up rather late the night before."
"Considering that you didn't get in until two thirty in the morning, I guess so."
"Did I wake you? I didn't mean to."
"It's alright Dad. I was only up a few minutes."
"I didn't go right to sleep either. I checked on some of my overseas investments, so it was almost four when I finally went to bed. And then I was awakened by Vince pounding you into the mattress."
"No wonder you were so tired."
"But surely that's not what's bothering you
"No. Like I was saying, you fell asleep out here. I had to help you get to your room and strip off for bed."
"I can't imagine that bothering you."
"Dad. Please stop interrupting and let me finish."
"Sorry. Go on."
"Anyway, as we passed Meghan's room, I heard some moaning. It was sexual in nature."
"So? She is eighteen. Nothing wrong with an eighteen year old girl masturbating."
"You're interrupting again." He nodded and closed his mouth tight. "I thought the same thing, though. Nothing wrong with what she was doing. But after getting you bed down for the night, I went back passed her room and that's when things took a bit of a turn. I heard her say ' Fuck! Yes, Matty. Fuck! Fuck! I'm cumming!' Now, I know what you're thinking. It's still just masturbation. What difference does it make who she's thinking about while doing so? But, the next thing I heard changed all that. I heard 'Ugh! Ugh! Fuck!' And it was a male voice that said it. That caused me to burst into the room, and there they were, Matthew between Meghan's legs as she lay on her back, and you could tell that they didn't have any clothing between them, although they had clothing on. Dad! My son is fucking my daughter!"
"Well, did you stop them? Did you tell them they can't do that? That it's incest and against the law?"
"How could I tell them anything like that when we are engaged in the same thing?"
"But they don't know that."
"When I burst into the room, Meghan lay there looking at me scared to death. Then Matt said 'that's three,' before he saw that she wasn't looking at him. Then I screamed at them 'What the fuck do you think you're doing?' Matt just looked at me and very calmly said. 'Oh, hi Mom. Oh, you know. Just building motorcycles.'"
