Normally, I would have driven to school, but it was my last football season, and I chose to ride my bike instead for the extra workout. I rode my bike home from high school after football practice Friday night, covered in dirt and sweat. I was immediately suspicious when Mom tried to hug me at the door when I walked in. We hadn't hugged in years—not since I hit puberty. I definitely didn't hug her after I started having w...

On Sunday, I was going to mow the lawn and then help Mom clean out the garden, but by sheer luck, one of Dad's buddies called to ask if he could go golfing. Dad stood there with his phone in his hand, staring at Mom for permission to go. "That's fine," Mom said, giving me a look. We knew that he would be gone till dinner time, if not later. "Call on your way home to see if we need anything." My dad scrambled to get change...

Beth and I were awakened by her phone buzzing. She answered, "Hello, Bob." "Good morning, hun," Bob replied. "You've probably heard that we'll be home around five." "I'll be here when you get in." Beth slipped when she responded, saying here. "Um. If you're saying what I think you are, I'm okay with that," he said. "He's a good kid, and after last night. I am okay with anything. See you tonight." "I love you, Bob," Beth s...

It's been about a month since that weekend with Mom. She and I were playing it safe because Dad wasn't working overtime, so he could make most of my practices and games. The other reason Mom had been keeping me at arm's length was it was their upcoming anniversary. She didn't want to have to explain her lack of libido and sore private parts to him. Apparently, she was quite sore after that weekend that we spent fucking. M...

I saw the flare of a cigar in the darkness behind Mom and Beth's seats. Dad's face glowed red as he took a long draw from his cigar. An ear-to-ear smile was visible on his face. He had been peeing in the bushes and heard what Beth had said. The ladies had joined me on the outdoor sofa. It wasn't much bigger than a loveseat, so Beth threw her arm around my shoulder, and she squeezed in. When the men returned, Dad started p...

The events from the previous night were a bit fuzzy. I didn't really remember much after calling Dad a pussy. When I woke up Sunday morning, still on the mattress in the guest bedroom, someone's arm was draped over me. It was Beth's. Her naked body pressed firmly against me as she spooned me with her arm wrapped over my side. Her hand slid down the front of my body and grabbed my morning wood the moment I stirred. "Mornin...