Author's Note: I recommend reading the previous installments of the series before reading this chapter.
All sexual activity is between characters that are 18 or older. This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real persons, places or events is purely coincidental. The below is not intended to serve as a guide for real-life sexual encounters or relationships.
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Spring 2010:
I had been lying to Holly for years; well, mostly lying. Sure, I spent a good deal of my evenings in Bill's garage, drinking beer and listening to music. Many evenings, however, I had been fooling around with Isabelle, a young front-office worker from my machine shop. Isabelle was in her late 20s, thin, and sporting long blonde hair. Our relationship started out innocent enough, simply bantering throughout the day and keeping our minds on our work. In 2005, Isabelle and I found ourselves alone at the shop one evening...and, well, our friendship changed. Our banter turned to our home lives, and I confided in her that I was unhappy at home. Isabelle's home life was simple: she was single and childless. One thing led to another, as they say, and I soon had Isabelle spread-eagled on her desk, pounding her pussy.
This relationship had continued for five years. We talked about the future, about the possibility of me leaving Holly, but we were happy just being friends and fuck-buddies.
I had spent this spring evening at Holly's apartment on the outskirts of town, bending her over the couch and eventually unloading in her mouth, despite her pleas to finish deep insider her pussy. I had to be careful, after all. We cuddled for a while afterward, and I ultimately decided it was time to go home.
I got dressed, kissed Isabelle on the forehead, and said, "I love you, Izzy. I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Paul, do you have to go? You can spend the night here. Tell Holly that you passed out on the couch in Bill's garage."
"I can't, baby. Holly is there alone with Andrew, and, without me there, there's no 'Man of the House.'"
Isabelle pouted, hugged a couch pillow against her chest, and said, "Okay, pookie. I love you. Please be safe."
I walked out the front door, limbed in my truck, turned the key in the ignition, and headed home.
Upon entering the house, everything seemed quiet. I slowly moved through the house, trying not to make any noise and attract attention to the fact that I had arrived home so late. I walked into the living room, and I was startled by a noise.
Through the vent in the ceiling, I heard a muffled scream from Holly. My senses perked, wondering what had happened to Holly to cause such a sound. Was there an intruder? Did she have a man here without my knowledge?
I quietly climbed the stairs and went directly to Andrew's room. I opened the door to a dark room, and I flipped the lights on. The vent in the floor was open, light leaking through from the downstairs. Peering around, I saw that the room was empty. Holly's scream must have traveled through the upstairs of the house, and down through the vent.
I turned the light back off, and I slowly crept down the hallway, ready for whatever I may discover. When I got close to my bedroom, I heard two people talking behind the closed door. I pressed my ear to the door, and I could hear my son speaking.
"Oh my God, mom. She's going to be really upset, what if she tells someone?"
"I'm going to be telling everyone anyway," Holly replied.
I opened the door, relieved to have only heard my wife and my son behind the closed door. What I saw will forever be seared into my mind. My wife and son, both completely nude, laying on my bed.
"Telling everyone what, Holly?" I asked, before my mind could even process what my eyes had seen.
"Paul?!" Holly exclaimed.
"Dad?!" Andrew exclaimed.
I was dumbfounded, reeling from what I had just walked into.
"What the fuck is going on here?!" I yelled loudly. "What the fuck are you two doing in bed together, naked?!"
I saw red. Before Andrew or Holly could even respond, I had crossed the room.
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Dad leapt at me, crossing the room in two large steps. He grabbed me by my shoulders, pulling me from the bed, and he swiftly threw me around and slammed me against a wall.
"YOUR MOTHER, ANDREW? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" he shouted.
He then punched me square in the gut, and mom came up behind him, trying to pull him away from me. He swung his left arm backward, hitting her in the jaw. He then shoved her backward, and she fell back onto the bed.
I was much smaller than my dad, but I couldn't bare to see him hit my mom. I struggled to get my arm free from my father's grasp, and I swung at him, landing a blow square to his jaw. He staggered backward, finally releasing me.
"STOP!" I shouted. "We are going to talk about this! And you are never going to hit her again, do you understand?" I squared my shoulders, ready for another attack. I had never felt this powerful in my life, and I was making a stand: I was going to be the Man of the House.
"You want to talk about this? You were just fucking my wife, YOUR MOTHER, and you want to talk about it?!" dad stated, seething.
"I love my mother, and I love you, and I love Peter. She has not been happy for a long time, dad, and you know it! What do you do, other than work and stay out all night? Do you think the entire town doesn't know about your little floosy at work?"
Many of my friends at school had fathers in the machining business. Boone was a very small town, and secrets couldn't be kept under wraps.
Dad grimaced, holding his jaw.
Mom had covered herself with the blanket on the bed, and she looked between my father and me, stunned.
"Floosy? What are you talking about, Andrew?" my mother asked.
"That's right, you son-fucking whore. You wonder why I haven't fucked you in so long? You're old, you're ugly, and you've never been worth a damn in the sack," he fumed, approaching my mother, "and I've been fucking Isabelle every chance I get."
"Get. Out." my mother slowly stated, obviously filled with rage.
"Get out of my own house? Fuck that. You're both leaving. You're both leaving tonight," dad said.
"We'll deal with this in court, Paul. It's over."
"Oh, just wait until the judge hears what you've been doing with your own son, Holly! This is sick! You're both sick! Incest is a crime, goddamn it! This house is mine, and you're both getting out. NOW!"
"Paul, we're not going ANYWHERE. You're getting out, NOW. You can go stay with your slut. How long have you two been fucking, Paul?!"
"Oh, like it fucking matters. Fine, I'll go tonight, but I'll be seeing you in court. I'm going to take it all, Holly. I'll put you and your pansy-ass son out on the street, do you hear me?"
"OUT! NOW!" my mom yelled.
My father turned, defeated, silly holding his jaw, and walked out of the bedroom.
My mother started crying. I hurried to her side, and I put my arms around her. I hadn't even thought about being completely naked for that entire encounter, and I could now feel my mother's skin pressed against mine.
"Andrew," mom breathed between sobs, "I have to call Peter."
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Angelica had just finished sucking me off, and we laid in bed together.
"Peter, I'm sorry about your mom and dad. I hate that they're splitting up."
I hugged her close and said, "My dad has been absent for years. He just slept there. I can't say I'm surprised, but I'm just worried about my mom. I'm afraid she's making some rash decisions, and that she's going to end up in a bad place."
"Oh, she's a big girl, right? I'm sure she'll be fine."
"Maybe you're right. Still, I think I'm going to go home this weekend."
"Well, that may be a good idea. I'm sure your mom needs you there. At least we'll still have the week together, right?"
I sighed, thinking about my own brother and my own mother sleeping together every night this week.
Angelica sat up and straddled my waist, sliding her wet slit against the shaft of my hardening cock.
"I'm going to make sure that you keep your mind off of this all week, baby," Angelica whispered into my ear. She grinded her hips up and down my cock, and then slid her pussy down, enveloping the head of my cock in her velvety wetness.
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I laid in my bedroom upstairs, my hand on my stomach. A bluish bruise had started to form in the center of my stomach, and I wondered if my father's jaw was also turning blue or black from the fight earlier that night.
Holly, my mother and lover, entered my room. She quickly crossed the room and climbed into bed next to me, putting her arms around me.
"Oh, Andrew, what have we done? I've told Peter that I'm leaving your father."
"Did you tell him about us?" I asked, secretly hoping that Peter was still unaware of this newly formed relationship.
"I had to tell him, Andrew. He was very upset, but I think he's going to come around to see that this is what is best for me. As I said earlier, I believe he has a girlfriend at college, so hopefully this will allow him to finally put down roots there. You know he never wanted to come back to Boone."
"If you felt it was right to tell him, then I'm glad you told him," I said softly. I wondered if Peter would be angry with me, and I hoped things would work out to where I didn't ruin my relationship with him.
"Andrew, are we doing the right thing? We're mother and son. What if your father tells the judge? They could separate us from one another."
"Mom, I'm eighteen. We're both adults. What we do behind closed doors is our business, and nobody else's. Plus, dad has zero proof. He walked in on us, but we were just naked in bed. He would have to prove it, and I don't think he can. He'll just look like an angry man who was just outed for having an affair on his wife."
"Andrew, how long have you known about your dad's affair?"
"Oh, some guys at school told me about it years ago. I didn't know if it was true, but we both certainly know the truth now, don't we?"
