We ate in silence, mom and Brad holding hands and exchanging loving glances at each other.
“I’m finished,” I said, wanting to leave and never come out of my room again.
“Sweetie, Brad and I brought a movie for us to watch tonight. Sit with us!”
“Nah, I ought to- ”
Mom gave me the stern look she always gives, so I stayed with them.
We sat on the living room sofa watching a rom-com. Mom and Brad cuddled up on the sofa, occasionally kissing and lifting Brad’s vest to caress his abs. I tried my hardest to focus on the movie, yet I felt my erection grow several times. In my peripheral vision, I saw the usual golden glow of mom’s watch vanish into Brad’s pants. Maybe absent-mindedly or not, she was playing with his penis.
Brad placed his own hand down mom’s pants. They were no longer being discreet. Ignoring the movie completely to focus on each other. Their tongues wrestled in the glow of the television.
I got up and left to go to my room.
A short time later I heard them come upstairs. I peeked outside my door one last time. Both were fully naked, with their clothes in a trail across the floor. Mom was clutching Brad’s penis towards the bedroom, and they left the door slightly open. I heard them having sex again, but this time they sounded softer, much more sensual than what I witnessed. I lay in silence, heart pounding.
I briefly fell asleep and woke up from a wet dream involving mom and Brad, and tiptoed my way to the bathroom to clean up. I stopped to look in my parent’s room. Mom was propped up, naked and with her eyes closed, wrapped in my brother’s strong arms. Her usual stern expression looked content. Brad was looking down at her, caressing her breasts as her necklace shined in the moonlight. Mom lifted her hand to bring Brad’s head closer and gave him a tender kiss.
She whispered, “I love you,” to Brad. It made me reconsider my feelings. Yes, they were mother and son having an affair, but they were also a man and woman who were clearly in love. Brad looked up and saw me. He put his finger to his lips, implying that they didn’t want to be disturbed. I weakly nodded and carried on to the bathroom.
The next day had almost returned to normal, at least when the two of them were at work. During my alone time, I could barely concentrate. I kept repeating the same events over and over. In a short amount of time, I had witnessed the ultimate sin, and it all began just because I wanted to see mom masturbate on webcam. ‘What an utter fool,’ I thought.
Brad stayed over again that night. I kept my distance from both of them, leaving my room only to sit with them at the dinner table.
Dad unexpectedly returned the next day to surprise us, much to my mom’s dismay. It was lucky Brad was working, so mom was able to tell him not to return that evening. Mom quickly popped out to return Brad’s belongings when she “forgot” something at work. Other than that, it truly was as though nothing had happened.
Mom was back to her stern old self. Dad asked mom what happened to his Rolex, and mom gave me a “Don’t you dare say anything” look. I wanted to tell him; I really did. But, like what mom said, it would destroy him.