Dad threw the panties in my face before he turned to leave my room.
“There’s some homework for you.”
“Dad, why are you doing this?” I asked, trying not to cry.
“Eric, my boy, you’re going to do some dirty-work for me. You’re going to fuck your mother! You’re gonna fuck your mommy so good she gets knocked up!”
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The next morning, I didn’t remember what had happened. Not for a minute or so, then it all came back. I didn’t know what to think: had my dad gone crazy? had I imagined it? was he serious? was he testing me?
I didn’t know, but thought the best thing to do was to act like it never happened.
“Morning, Mom,” I said as I walked into the kitchen.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” she said without looking over her shoulder at me. She was busy pulling some toast out of the toaster and buttering it. “You overslept-again! Didn’t want to interrupt some dream?” she laughed.
Mom had on what I called her shower robe. It was a shiny dark green satin, and she wore it only when on her way to the shower or after, before dressing. I had never thought about it much, but this morning I noticed that she had it tightly wrapped around her. So tight it followed the crack of her ass, showing off a well-toned butt.
“If your father doesn’t give you a ride to school, you’ll be late.”
“He never wants to give me a ride, so I guess I’ll be late.” High School graduation was only two months away, and my senior year couldn’t get over fast enough. I was looking forward to college in the fall. I had been accepted to my first choice, a local college I was going to commute to every day. I wouldn’t have to go through the dorm experience.
“Just because your father is the Chief of Police doesn’t give you a right to-”
“Take advantage. I know, Mom. How long have you been telling me that?”
“All your life,” she said. Then we both laughed.
I was drinking a hot cup of cocoa at the kitchen table, like a thousand other mornings. Like that same thousand times, Mom leaned across the table when she said, “Here’s your toast.” Unlike any of those other times, I looked at her robe falling partially open, showing a great cleavage and her right boob almost down to the nipple.
I looked at the toast on the plate quickly, hoping I hadn’t stared too long. “Thanks, Mom.”
“Are you all right, young man?”
“Just thinking about some stuff Dad said.” What I was really thinking about was that my mom was naked under that robe.
“Don’t let anything your father says bother you. You know how he is,” she said followed by a sigh.
I had finished my toast when I heard the creak of leather. The sound of my father in his uniform, belt, and holster.
“Hey, Sport. Need a ride to school?”
I tried remembering when he ever offered me a ride before. I couldn’t.
“You’re not leaving without giving your ol’ mom a kiss goodbye. C’mere.”
“Yeah. Give your mother a nice hug and kiss,” Dad said. It didn’t sound any different from his usual tone, but then again, it did.
Mom had her arms open, so I didn’t make a big deal. She hugged me close, like usual. She was all of 5’10”, so I was looking up at her. Her right hand held my head tight against her chest, and for the first time in my life, I was thinking of the feel of my mom’s big tits against my face.