“You in cahoots with her now?” he barked, trying to jerk his arm away from my hand, but I was too strong for him and held on.
“Just shut up, Clarence!” Mom scowled, taking a step back away from him just in case.
“I get it now,” he snorted, straining to pull his arm away from my clutching hand. “You and him, huh? The two of you have something going on, don’t you? Hell, I shoulda seen it, the way you’re fawning all over him all the time.”
“Are you crazy?” Mom shouted, now drawing her arm back for another swing. “He’s our son!”
Realizing that the situation was rapidly spiraling out of control, I stepped in between them and spun Dad around until he was facing the door.
“Pa, why don’t you just disappear for a while,” I told him, giving him a little shove toward the door. “You know, ’til things cool down a little.”
Mom said,”Yeah, get out of here—I don’t want to see any more of your ugly face tonight,” she added from behind me.
“Shit, I’m outta here. I can see when I’m not wanted,” the shithead growled, taking a step toward the door. “Probably want me outta here so you two can crawl in bed and fuck, don’t you?”
“Clarence, I’m gonna kill you—” Mother screamed out at him as she started around me to get at him.
“Fuck you — and you, too kid . . .” Dad yelled back at us as I threw out my arms to stop mom while he jerked the door open and stepped outside, slamming it behind him. As I flung my arm out, luck or fortune or destiny or whatever would have it, my limb smacked right across mom’s big tits as she moved. As both of us stood there staring at the door, I didn’t move. Her tits were so soft, so giving as I continued to push my arm against them.
The silence was deafening! Then I heard my mother crying.
“I’m sorry,” she blubbered as I watched her turn to face me. “It was the moonshine talking. He didn’t mean it.”
The enormity of what he had just said came crashing down on me like a ton of bricks. Mom and I? Fucking? The thought of that ever happening was preposterous! It had never crossed my mind . . . until now!
“Uh, okay. It’s all right—” I mumbled, trying to wrap my reeling brain around what Pa had just said.
“No, it’s not all right. He shouldn’t have said that. How could he even think that?” she fumed.
Strangely, pop’s remark changed everything between mom and me. I found myself looking at mom in an entirely different and unsettling way. Hell, I told you that I was eighteen and if a minute went by that I wasn’t thinking about sex, it was a rare one.
. . .
All that had transpired about a week ago and things had been kind of tense between the two of us since then.
Mom usually wore a flannel gown at night, but with tonight so hot, I’d noted that she’d opted for her little baby-doll pajamas. I’d got just a glimpse of her in it earlier, it was one of the ones she wore when Pa was home and you could almost see right through the translucent material. And what I’d seen was enough to make me want to see more. I’d been sneaking around tonight and trying to catch another peek and mom had caught on, but she still neglected to wear her thin housecoat over it.