She needed to make sure that she didn’t misunderstand his words. “What did you just say?”
He took a deep breath and glanced down at the floor again. Repeating his confession would be twice as difficult now that Kim knew it wasn’t a joke. “Stacy gave me a blowjob.”
“You pulled over on the way home and Stacy gave you a blowjob?” she asked, unable to comprehend his admission. “That’s what you’re telling me?”
He nodded.
“A blowjob? Our daughter gave you a blowjob?”
He nodded again.
“Peter, if this is a joke, then you need to tell me immediately,” she demanded.
“I’m so, so, so sorry, Kim. I–”
“Oh my God, Peter!
It was the exact reaction he expected.
“Are you kidding me!?” Kim panicked, running her hands through her brown hair. “A blowjob!? A freakin’ blowjob!?”
He opened his mouth to apologize again but quickly thought better of it. Kim clearly wasn’t done.
“You made our daughter give you a blowjob!?” she shouted, beyond flabbergasted. “What is wrong with you!?”
“Hey, I didn’t make her give me a blowjob,” he defended himself. “I would never do something like that.”
“So, she wanted to give you one?”
He nodded.
“And that’s supposed to make it better?” she questioned, glaring at him. “How in the world could you do this to your own daughter? You’re her father! Not her boyfriend!”
He looked up at the ceiling, dreading either of his kids hearing Kim. The good news was that they lived in a big house, but their space was pretty much the only upside to how things unfolded. He still didn’t regret his decision to confess his sins, but he kicked himself for not waiting until he was alone with his wife.
Kim tackled the pressing issue as to why she wasn’t completely enraged. Yes, she was mad; and yes, she’d screamed at her idiot husband. She couldn’t help but think that she should be furious, though. Why didn’t she throw the lamp sitting on the end table at Peter? Why didn’t she hit him as hard as she could? Why didn’t she kill him?
Because the truth was that perhaps a little part of her had always expected to hear some like this eventually.
Peter and Stacy were inseparable. She’d never recalled seeing her husband more upset than when Stacy first went off to college. It was like part of him died while she was gone. Twenty years of their daddy/princess relationship cumulated in a a moment of taboo oral sex on their way home from an expensive dinner, and it suddenly clicked for her in a moment of complete clarity. Everything immediately made sense.
She turned and headed for the stairs.
“Kim?” Peter called out, concerned about her decision to leave the room without further addressing his horrific revelation.
She didn’t have time to chat. She climbed the stairs and headed down the hallway to the one place where she belonged. If Peter loved Stacy to the extent that he couldn’t control himself in her presence, then it was time for her to do the same.
Chapter 5 — Mother-Son Bonding
Twenty thousand crazed faces screamed his name. Both men and women alike sang his lyrics when he held the microphone out to his adoring audience, sending chills down his spine from the way the stage bounced from the pandemonium. It was where he belonged. It was what he was meant to be.
Nick thoroughly enjoyed his life as a rock star.
Well, he was a rock star in his dreams, at least.
Why didn’t he ever take guitar lessons? Or at least learn to play the drums? Then again, his singing voice wasn’t terrible. Perhaps he could still improve?
Or maybe he could simply walk out on stage and transform into the reincarnation of Robert Plant? Who said that common sense needed to apply to the world of fantasy? He was a rock god in his own dreams, and the line of girls waiting backstage after every show guaranteed a very happy ending.
In fact, one of his groupies tugged on his arm right now. The show ended, and it was time to enjoy the company of a gorgeous girl before jumping on the tour bus and doing it all over again in the next city. Sexy brown hair, intoxicating blue eyes, and a body that could wake the dead: this latest girl could possibly qualify as the hottest woman he’d ever seen. Her body was so fit, yet voluptuous. Her ass plump, while possessing the perfect amount of perk and bounce. Her big tits put him in a daze and her beautiful face made him forget all of his worries. She was the type of girl who could make him settle down and start a family.
“You were so incredible out there.”
He smiled, used to the adoration by now. Surprisingly, her words felt different, though. Her compliment seemed more sincere. She may have been just another random girl in a random city, but he shared something special with her. He knew it.
“Can I show you how amazing you were?” the gorgeous brunette purred, squeezing his bicep.
He led her backstage with a grin. Older women were his favorite for a reason, and something told him that he was in for the ride of his life. The sexual experience of a woman in her forties combined with the body of a girl in her twenties? Oh yeah, he couldn’t wait to get her alone, and he had little doubt that she would enjoy her time with him as well. He was a rock star for a reason, after all.
“Nick…”
He took a peek at her as they made their way to his private room. Come to think of it, she was dressed rather reserved for a girl with her attitude, wasn’t she? A plain baby blue t-shirt and matching blue pajama pants didn’t qualify as a typical outfit for the women he dealt with. She didn’t even show any cleavage!
Wait a minute. What happened to the sexy leather outfit he’d first met her in? No one wore pajama pants to his shows! Especially not girls who planned to fuck him!
“Nick…”
Did this prove how infatuated he was? He couldn’t explain why else he was undeniably smitten by a girl dressed in sleepwear, but he would be a liar if he denied his lust. He’d never craved someone more in his life.
“Nick…”
His surroundings gradually changed without warning. Suddenly, he didn’t walk along a backstage corridor in a sold-out arena. Instead, he found himself in a particularly lackluster room. He wasn’t a rock god. He wasn’t even a celebrity. No, he was anything other than famous.
He was just himself.
There was something out of place in his bedroom, however. His rock star dream may have ended, but an equally welcoming sight greeted him after he finally opened his eyes. The bizarre part was that she was the same girl from his dream. Even in his fantasies–where millions of women wanted him–he found himself focused on one woman. She was also the one girl who he should never think about.
He looked at the faint outline of his mother’s face in the darkness.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Mom said with her familiar warm tone from the side of his bed.
“What time is it?” he asked, flat on his back with his head on his pillow.
“Late,” she answered. “I’m going to turn your light on, okay?”
He nodded, bracing his eyes for the drastic change.
He swiftly found himself covered in goosebumps after she turned on the lamp on his nightstand. She wore the same baby blue t-shirt and pajamas from his dream! Should that really be his biggest concern, though? Didn’t he just dream about taking her backstage to fuck after one of his sold-out shows? He was swarmed by emotions–everything from lust to embarrassment–but he still didn’t understand why Mom was in his bedroom.