Then James woke up in the morning, smelling bacon and eggs. He blankly looked at the ceiling for a while before deciding to go back down. He was about to but he remembered the bruises. He looked at his face in the mirror. His bruises were there, unavoidably serving as a cruel reminder of what had happened yesterday. They were lighter but definitely still noticeable. He applied a bit of make up before slowly going down to the kitchen. He heard laughter and sizzling.
He saw his mom, smiling as if nothing had happened. She was casually cooking breakfast while talking to his father as happily as they did during the former half of their marriage.
She saw him in her peripheral and faced him; they locked eyes. Lily smiled and greeted, “Good morning, baby.”
She then walked towards him and kissed him in the cheek. With the lips that were most definitely on his bully’s cock just hours ago.
But she acted so normally he wondered if he just dreamed or imagined things or something. In the end, was it all just a nightmare? The phone call yesterday and the dream this morning started to blend until the lines blurred and he wasn’t so sure anymore. Or maybe this was how his mind decided to cope, he thought derisively.
Usually she’d apologize so much after a session, making sure he was okay the whole day after. She’d fuss over his food, his clothes. She’d constantly affirm her love for him, much to his embarrassment…and joy.
It was James’ comfort that she did so every time. He felt cared for. It….was basically some sort of aftercare. The lack of it brought him unsettling fear and self-doubt. Did the phone call yesterday even happen? Or was she just pretending it didn’t?
Had she….fallen that far?
If yesterday DID happen, did she mean those things she said yesterday fully? Or…did she say them only at the heat of the moment? James’ head hurt. He didn’t know anymore.
“James, what’s wrong?” He felt his parents looking at him, concerned.
They both noticed their son’s odd behavior. Similarly, they noticed his crotch.
His mom blushed and his dad laughed heartily. James looked down too. His dick was standing rock-hard, creating a tent in his pants. He covered it hastily and ran back upstairs in pure embarrassment and self-hatred. Why did the thought uncontrollably make his dick hard? What was wrong with him? He felt broken. Maybe he was. Because only a broken person would cum from the humiliation he went through yesterday. Only a broken person would have a boner over the uncertainty of this mind-fucking situation.
He heard his dad say, “He’s a healthy boy, I guess!”
He didn’t see or hear his mom’s reaction.
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“I’m leaving.” James announced.
He heard his mom and dad approaching.
Lily looked at her son and cheerfully said, “Your dad’s taking you every morning from now on, baby. He’s off to work too.”
James looked at his dad, all dressed up in the morning. He asked,
“Your schedule….?”
“I had the opportunity to move it and I took it. This way, I can spend a lot more time with you and your mom,” he said, smiling. James felt a pang in his heart. He was a great dad. A great husband. He didn’t deserve whatever had happened for the past two years.
How would he even react if he knew his son’s bully was fucking his wife almost daily? How would “wobbling 3-minute daddy,” feel If he knew what his wife was screaming right before cumming hard on someone else’s hung member. Would he simply break apart? Like some part of him did yesterday?
Lily added, “Oh, your sister’s arriving today. She was offered a few months of vacation from her job! I told her I wouldn’t tell you, but I wanted you to get some cake on the way. She’s been really successful in there so maybe they’ll let her to transfer to this branch and she can move back in with us. I reckon that deserves a party!”
A hint of joy fell on James’ expression. He was genuinely happy and excited over the good news, despite his horrid state of mind right now.
He loved his sister. She basically supported this family when they were really down, both financially and emotionally. She was a strong, beautiful woman who didn’t let anyone tell her who she was going to be. She said having an unrelenting desire and way to do things would make anyone succeed, so long as they had the opportunities. And she proved it. She got an offer for her excellent skills and she moved away from here about seven years ago.
His big sister, Alyssa, was named after a flower, just like his mom. It was also a Greek moniker that ended up describing her perfectly when she grew up–an ambitious, freethinking, natural-born leader. James was proud of her. He saw her struggle through the damndest situations and she stood up like it was nothing. She was his role-model.
His mom winked and said, “Don’t tell her I told you. Act surprised when she arrives.”
James nodded frantically. He couldn’t wait to just get the day over with.
“Alright, c’mon. We’re going.” His dad kissed Lily goodbye on the lips, lingering for a while. Usually, James would laugh. Tease them with a sentence like, “God, get a room.”
But now, something was stuck in his throat. All he could imagine were his mom’s words, coming out of that filthy mouth–the same mouth his dad was lovingly kissing right now. He averted his eyes.
“B-bye, Mom.” James stuttered.
She….. crossed her hands and formed a heart-shaped symbol with her hands. He froze, stomach churning. He felt something well up in his throat. The warm comfort the symbol always gave him, now replaced by overwhelming despair. How….could she? Even now? Was she mocking him? The fact was so unbelievable to him that he stood there questioning his sanity. THIS wasn’t her. This couldn’t be her. He refused to believe she would do this. She wouldn’t do this. His mom wouldn’t. Never. Which leaves one possibility.
Maybe the phone call didn’t happen…?
He hastily went out and got in the car. His dad followed after a while and they both drove away to school.
It was pretty quiet the whole trip. After what had happened two years ago, he didn’t talk as much with his dad anymore. Probably out of guilt from what he knows but can’t tell.
James felt uncomfortable. His dad didn’t seem to notice though.
“Your mom’s really beautiful, huh?” He asked. James felt cold blood on his veins.
His dad continued, “She’s always been beautiful, but lately she’s got this charm. Her skin is practically glowing too.”
Probably from all the cum facials, James thought. His dick twitched.
“And she’s really showing this womanly, sexy charm. I’m falling in love all over again, boy.”
James forced himself to chuckle. It was a really fake-sounding chuckle. Damn.
His dad took it the wrong way.
“This must be an uncomfortable topic. It is your mom after all,” he laughed and said.