From the bathroom the answer was clear and disturbing, my son was a peeping-tom. William and a woman were on his bed in the doggy position, their bodies twisting together. Whoever she was, she was squirming in delight and you could see why. William rode her like a bronco buster.
It had been years since I’d been fucked like that. Well, maybe I’d never been fucked quite like that. I wondered what Milla, Williams’s mother and my friend, would do if she knew her son was screwing some woman in the house. I checked for her car. It was in the driveway, she must be out with friends. I looked back to William’s window.
And while I’m not advocating for peeping-toms, I understood the allure. What was going on was intoxicating.
They were both coming. Even with their and my window closed it felt like I could hear their screams as their sweat soaked bodies shook, fell forward, slumped onto the bed. William crawled forward and slid an arm around the woman, held her to him. Good for him, he knew to cuddle after sex. On the rare occasions we still did it, my husband was far more interested in returning to the television or checking his tablet then holding his wife.
I needed to stop spying; this was wrong. I was about to back out of the room, I really was, when the woman moved; she was getting out of bed. Overcome with curiosity, I kept watching. Her body was firm and nice, but not that of a teenager. Who was she? She stood, grabbed a light robe from atop a chair, slipped it on, then turned towards the window.
And, too stunned to move, I watched Milla, incandescent smile on her face, stretch her arms, walk back to her son, who was now sitting up, kiss his lips, say something. They smiled. He kept his eyes on her butt as she left the room.
The cell phone in my hand, which I’d all but forgotten, rang.
Thinking, “Oh fuck,” I laid it on the bathroom counter, bolted out the door, ducked into my bedroom, started to close the door, then stopped, safely hidden by the dark when Todd emerged from his bedroom, ear buds out, wearing only underpants. Cocking his head, he followed the sound to the bathroom, emerged talking into his phone. When he shut his bedroom door I hurried downstairs.
I was fetching my husband a beer, trying to get hold of my thoughts, my mind on the steady burn between my legs, when Todd said, “Hey dad, did you bring my phone upstairs, I thought I left it down here.”
“You did son, your Mom brought it up to you.”
I came out of the kitchen. “Hey honey.”
“Hi Mom. Did you bring my phone upstairs?”
“Sure did, but I noticed your light was out so I tapped on your door a couple of times. When you didn’t respond I figured you were sleeping so I left it in the bathroom. Is everything okay? How did the assignment go?”
“Everything’s great. The assignment turned out to be easier than I anticipated. I’m going out to hang with some friends.”
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I needed to be fucked.
“Honey, I’ll watch Wrestlemania with you, but sit on the couch with me.”
“But this is my favorite chair.”
“I know, but I’d like to cuddle.”