I walked up the stairs to investigate. I didn’t call out. Why not? I wish I would’ve. The noise was people, women’s voices, sounded like they were having a party or something. Couldn’t make it out exactly.
I made my way down the hall, stepped into my parent’s bedroom, and got the shock of my life.
There, on the bed, was my mother.
Naked.
On her back, her head propped up on some pillows. Her large breasts cradled between her arms. Her arms were together because she had two hands on a big purple vibrator and she was driving it into her bare pussy.
But that wasn’t all.
Laying next to my mom was another woman, also naked, also plowing herself with a big dildo. Pink, I think it was. They were laying right next to each other, their arms and legs touching each other. One of their legs was overlapping the other gal, I’m not exactly sure whose.
I turned my head to the flat screen on the wall, the source of all the noise. A porno played, a bunch of girls doing one of those lesbian squirt orgies. Actually, I had seen this one. It had Flower Tucci, a black chick named Jada something, Britney Stevens, and a bunch of others, too. The porno is where one girl gets “girl cum” sprayed all over her face by all the other chicks. But, it looks pretty much like pee. But it’s not yellow, it’s all clear like they’ve been drinking beer. Anyway, that’s not the point of the story.
The point is, my Mom is masturbating while laying down with another naked woman.
All this takes longer to describe than it actually took place, I think I was only there a couple seconds when I blurted out:
“Hi Mom.”
Both woman jerked their heads towards me, screamed, and tried to find the covers. However, that took a few more seconds as they had been kicked off the bed completely. Looking back, it was kind of funny, or even damn funny. But at the moment, I was pissed.
What the fuck was Mom doing? How could she do this to Dad? He’s out serving our country and she’s… doing whatever the fuck this is? Goddammit!
I turned and walked back down the stairs, and out the door, with Mom calling my name the whole way.
As I drove away, my phone rang. Mom. I’m not answering that.
I begin to head to the freeway to join the traffic jam out of DC to go back to school. I didn’t know what else to do. The phone rang again, I looked at it on the passenger seat when there was a big
Whump!
What the fuck did I hit? The car is still moving… nobody’s around me… I check the rear-view mirror and I notice a major fucking pothole receding in the distance. Just about then, the steering gets weird, and the front wheels go all wobbly and shit. I managed to pull over to the side of the road. Looking under the front end, I could see a metal bar hanging down. I don’t think that’s supposed to do that. Fuck.
Triple-A came in about 30 minutes and towed me to the nearest auto repair dude. Fortunately, it was one we’ve dealt with before and he took a quick look.
“Tie Rod,” he said. “Can probably get one tomorrow, have it done by the end of the day.”