I had to contemplate risking an extended stop in the men’s room or walk around with an obvious cucumber in my pants!
I got to Mrs. Graham’s class and one stray thought of the nearly seventy year old dumpy woman in her ill-fitting muumuu on her knees caused my dick to not only shrink, but it practically clawed its way into my body to hide, followed by my balls. I still shiver in horror to this day from that nauseous image. (Ooo, see there I go again!)
I got home from school and found dad’s truck already there. I entered the house and could feel the air temperature drop as I did. Mom was sitting on the couch in a light blue blouse and jeans with her legs crossed, the top leg twitching restlessly. She had a delicate white knit sweater unbuttoned over her blouse. She was watching some daytime talk show, but must not have been too interested in it as she had the remote control in her hand. She looked up as I entered.
“Hello Jeremy.” She said as flatly as I have ever heard her.
“Hey mom.” I answered. I wondered if I should try to talk to her, as it was obvious something was going on between her and dad.
“I saw dad’s car. He’s home already?”
“Obviously.” Mom said frostily.
Ouch!
“He’s leaving tonight isn’t he?” I don’t know why I was asking questions I already knew the answers to, I was just uncomfortable.
Mom looked up at me and I wanted to beat a hasty retreat. The hard edge in her gaze suddenly softened.
“I’m sorry Jeremy. It’s not you.”
“Still about the trip?”
She nodded, returning her stare to the TV screen. Dad appeared from the hallway.
“Oh it’s you Jeremy. Still have a chance to change your mind.” He said hopefully.
Mom looked from dad to me. Dad didn’t see this as he was focused on me. However I answered, one of them would be disappointed with me. I’d been living with dad’s disappointment for years, which didn’t influence my choice at all. Memories of mom’s naked body writhing in pleasure beneath me did.
“Sorry dad. As you’ve always said, school comes first. Have to look to the future.” I know how much parent’s hate to have their words come back and bite them years later.
“Well okay. It’s your loss.” He replied.
I don’t know if he sounded upset or not. Like I might be a hindrance to his fun, or tattle back to mom for any misdeeds. I didn’t necessarily like his low opinion of me, but right now in my life, mom’s opinion of me was all that mattered. I think I caught a glimpse of joy cross mom’s face.
“Listen, when Bob shows up could you help me with my bags and clubs?”
“Uh sure dad.” I couldn’t deny him that.
“Bob?” I questioned. “Mom’s not taking you to the airport? Or I could’ve.”
“Bob, from work. This just makes it easier on all of us. Your mother will have the kids to deal with as it is.”
I could detect hints of what the argument was about from his answer. Mom had refused to drive him by using the kids as an excuse again.
“Look, if this trip works out like the VP thinks, the company will increase business by twenty to twenty-eight percent. That’ll mean bonuses and raises for us. And more money for you all. This trip isn’t all fun and games.” Although he was looking and speaking to me, I could feel his target was on the couch. Mom was pointedly ignoring him.