“I’ve been calling for you two. Anything wrong? Why was the door locked?”
“Sorry Dad, I guess I accidentally set the mechanism; it must have locked when Mom shut it.”
Todd pointed to the computer, where a school assignment was blinking away, “Mom was helping me out, I guess we got lost in it and didn’t hear you.”
A look flashed across my husband’s face, our son was not known to get lost in school assignments, but it passed. “Honey, I need your help with the laundry, I’ve got to wash some things for tomorrow.”
Todd interrupted. “Dad, if it can wait a few minutes, Mom and I were just finishing the final question.”
“Sure, I’ll be downstairs watching television.”
As his father trumped down the stairs my son said, “You better change that dress, my cum is all over the back.”
* * * * *
I took off my dress. There was a lot of cum. I touched a glob, rubbed it between two fingers; it was thick and creamy. Looking at myself in the mirror I said, “Well, why not, it’s done wonders for Milla.” The taste was strong and vigorous, a bit salty. I put on jeans and a shirt, combed my hair, touched up my make-up, checked in with my son (his room stank of sex, how had my husband missed it), suggested a cup of coffee, went downstairs, did my husband’s laundry while showing him (for the ten-thousandth time) how to do laundry, then Todd appeared, clutching some papers.
“Hey Mom, I printed out that work. Would you mind going over it with me? I’ll even buy you a cup of coffee.”
My husband returned to the television; my son and I headed for the coffee shop.
* * * * *
“You okay, you mad?”
“No, I’m, we’re fine, we got carried away, that’s all. It’s understandable, they’re quite a sight. Still, we can’t let it happen again.”
“Can’t let what happen again.”
Was he playing dumb. “You and I, watching Milla and William.”
“Watching and playing with ourselves, or just watching?”
“Son, c’mon, the way we both got carried away, it’s better not to watch at all.”
“Are you going to report them?”
“No, what would we tell the police? That we’re peeping toms. Whatever they’ve got going on is working for them. I haven’t seen Milla this happy in…, well maybe ever. How’s William?”
“He’s changed, not in all ways, but in that horn-dog teenager way. He’s calmer, more mature, respectful, not a slave to raging hormones like the rest of us. I’ve noticed it, the teachers have also, they’re showing him a deference they don’t show the rest of us.”
“Well, since neither is suffering. I’m not gonna make an issue of it. I’m also going to stop watching, you should too.”
He snaked his hand into mine, gave me a big grin.
“But you’re not going to, you’re going to be a bad boy.”
“Do you object?”
“Yes, but short of boarding up your window or telling Milla to lower her blinds, you won’t stop, so what’s the point of forbidding you? But keep it to yourself, and be careful, you don’t want them to know. And for god’s sake, don’t let your father know, this is strictly between mother and son.”
He squeezed my hand. “Just us.”
* * * * *
I was good. And while I knew Todd continued watching, he never mentioned it and I, by doing nothing, acquiesced in it.