Dad/Husband (Trevor) discovers wife’s (Jessica’s) and son’s (Dylan’s) affair – Chap 1 – by A Writer
Continuation from Mother & Virgin Son series , (Jessica)
Dylan and I wake up about an hour later and agree that our bodies need a rest for the night. We lie in bed caressing each other for about 20 minutes, then head downstairs after we both brush our teeth in the master bathroom. I’m wearing my red silk bathrobe and Dylan’s only got boxers on. When we reach the bottom of the stairs, I take a second to admire his young body. He’s becoming such a good looking man, I look forward to seeing how he looks about 10 years from now. I order pizza for a late lunch/early dinner and we hang out in the family room watching TV.
(Dylan)
“I dare you to answer the door naked.”
(Jessica)
“What?! No chance!”
(Dylan)
“Why not?”
(Jessica)
“Why?”
(Dylan)
“I want to see you naked again, but also how another guy looks at you. I’m curious.”
(Jessica)
“I’m not an exhibitionist.”
(Dylan)
“Come on. It’d be fun and exciting. PLUS, you said you’re my sexual servant now. I feel like you should do this in order to make me happy.”
(Jessica)
After a few minutes of back-and-forth, we settle on me answering the door with my robe hanging open just enough to give the guy an idea of what’s under it. This discussion makes me wonder what all Dylan’s into. Scat, exhibitionism, voyeurism, more? How twisted can his fantasies get? 45 minutes go by and the door rings.
(Dylan)
“He’s here!”
(Jessica)
I stand up and walk past Dylan’s chair across the room from mine. As I pass, he reaches out and quickly pulls the black belt from my robe, leaving me completely exposed between its open flap. “You little shit! Give that back!”
(Dylan)
“Nope.”
(Jessica)
“This wasn’t the deal.”
(Dylan)
“Just have fun and answer the door, Mom.” Most of Mom’s breasts can easily be seen with the impressions of puffy nipples poking through the fabric. Her vagina is on full display as well as her legs. The robe cuts off a little under her butt cheeks, so they’d also be exposed if she had to bend over for any reason. She angrily looks at me, but I can see a smile being held back and know she likes this. She approaches the front door and I’m at an angle in the family room where I can see it in the reflection of our foyer mirror. “Mom! Drop the money at a spot on the floor where you have to turn around to pick it up from before you hand it to him!” From behind with an amazing view of her ass getting hugged by her robe, I see her shake her head.
(Jessica)
I hear Dylan tell me to drop the money and shake my head laughing. I’m a little nervous, but also excited as I reach for the door and open it. Standing on the other side is a husky 20-something guy with a long brown beard and company-branded baseball cap on. He looks up from the receipt in his hand and immediately notices the open robe. He stands speechless for a few seconds, looking me up and down. If I’m being honest, I’m enjoying the stranger’s attention to my nearly naked body.
(Pizza guy)
“Shit. Uhhhhhh, how are you tonight?”
(Jessica)
“I’m good. You?”
(Pizza guy)
“Good! Good. Uhhhhhh, I have your large pepperoni pizza here. It’s $16.43 with tax.”
(Jessica)
“Great. I have the money in the kitchen. Wait here for a minute while I grab it?”
(Pizza guy)
“Sure.”
(Dylan)
I watch the guy watch Mom as she walks away from him and can envision exactly what he’s seeing. I’m jealous of his view. I see him take a step inside to get a better look, then step back as Mom starts returning to to him.
(Jessica)
I walk back down the hall to him with my robe blowing more open from the breeze coming through the front door. I look down and see my entire left breast now exposed with the guy’s eyes locked onto it and his mouth hanging open. A foot away, I drop the money and make it look accidental. “Sorry.” I turn around and bend over to collect all of the bills.
(Dylan)
Mom bends over and blatantly shoves her ass into the air so the guy gets a great look. And a great look he gets. I see him lean in and drop his head a little to see as much of her as he can. Mom looks at me with a smile and mouths, “You asshole.” Then she stands up and turns back to the pizza guy.
(Jessica)
“Here you go.”
(Pizza guy)
“Thank you. Are, um, are you alone tonight?”
(Jessica)
“Sorry, I’m not. My son is here.”
(Pizza guy)
“Oh. Damn. Is there anything else I can do for you?”
(Jessica)
“No, at least not tonight. Maybe some other time, though.”
(Pizza guy)
“Definitely. Ask for Chris whenever you order in the future and I’ll make sure to be your delivery driver.”
(Jessica)
“Sounds good. Thank you, Chris.”
(Pizza guy)
“Thank YOU. Have a good night.”
(Jessica)
I’d forgotten how fun it is to flirt with a stranger. And I never did it like that before. It truly was fun to flirt and tease like that. I head back into the family room where Dylan is. “Our pizza is here, mister.”
(Dylan)
I just smile and nod. I’m proud of Mom for letting herself have fun like that. I’ve never seen her do anything like that before, to be free like she was. It seems like us having sex has opened another side of her I never knew existed. It feels like I’m meeting the real version of her for the first time. I like this version of her.
(Jessica)
Dylan and I eat, watch a movie, then head back upstairs to shower together and get ready for bed for the night. This time, we contain our urges and only wash each other. Dylan gets a massive erection in the shower and I want nothing more than to have it inside of me, but we stick to our agreement of giving our bodies a break. After we shower, I put new sheets on the bed and we get under them naked. As much as we want to bang each other, it was also nice to have the night to relax without any sexual expectations. My son spoons me and we drift off to sleep.
I wake up at 7:43 AM on Monday and see a text from overnight. It’s from Trevor. “Hey babe. Good news, our meetings for Tuesday and Wednesday got cancelled, so I’m coming home tomorrow instead of Wednesday. My plane arrives at 6:03 PM, so I’ll see you guys at about 7:30. Love you and miss you both. Good night.” FUCK! Dylan’s and my time just got cut short by 2 days. I’m pissed. My sense of freedom was just pulled out from under my feet and I have to go back to sneaking around any time I want to fuck my son. And my sexless husband will occupy half the bed again with me knowing spontaneous sex in the middle of the night or early morning will not happen.
Surprisingly, I feel resentment toward Trevor. This time with Dylan has opened my eyes to just how unhappy I’ve actually been all these years without previously realizing it. How can I go back to acting like everything is okay with Trevor when the truth is I’m not? I don’t want Trevor in my bed. I don’t want to share the shower with my husband. I don’t want another child with him. I want my son for all of those.
Dylan wakes up at about 8:20 and instantly pulls me into him. I break the bad news and feel him hang his head in disappointment.
(Dylan)
“Ugh. Can’t he just stay away? I want more of this with you, Mom. I’m not ready to stop.”