Mum makes some comments.

I hardly slept that night; my mind was reeling with revelations. My parents fucked other people, my Dad had a regular thing with his secretary, and I wondered if Mum had the same kind of thing when she goes away or when Dad does.

At about one o’clock, I went down and grabbed some water, hoping to avoid the inevitable hangover. As I stood in the kitchen with my water, I suddenly thought it might be embarrassing if Dad walked in. Then I quietly moaned, it might be uncomfortable, but it also would be arousing.

I shook my head before I went back to bed. My mind was still awash with thoughts.

The following morning I pulled on an oversized shirt and went to the kitchen. I could already hear my parents talking. As I was rounding the corner, my mother said, “I know you cancelled your plans to hang out with Kimmie, and I hope you don’t spend the rest of the time masturbating.”

Then I rounded the corner. “Kimmie,” Dad said as he blushed. “Sorry if you just heard,” he faltered.

I shrugged, “You are my parents, not monks. You think I don’t know you have sexual desires?” I paused a moment before adding, “But you cancelled plans for me? I’m sorry I didn’t mean to put you out.”

He quickly shook his head, “It’s alright,” he looked at Mum, “It will be nice to spend some time with you, watch a game or two.”

Mum laughed, “And it will be good to have a maid in the house to clean up the place,” Mum said. “Sometimes, when I return from your Aunt’s, the place is a bit of a mess.”

I laughed, and Dad blushed again. “Well, I will try and remember to do a bit of cleaning,” I said.

Mum then looked square at Dad, “But I mean it, I know you cancelled your plans, but you need to find some time for yourself,” she said.

Dad, obviously uncomfortable, cleared his throat. “Judith, I don’t think we need to discuss this right now.”

Mum shrugged, “If you need to find some more time, just let me know, I’m sure I can find an excuse to be out of the house for you too,” she looked at me, “catch up with your friend.”

Dad’s blush had grown furiously red, “They are busy the rest of the week,” he said.

Mum shrugged, “I’m sure you could try finding someone new to meet and chat with.”

“Oh,” I said sarcastically, “Dad has play dates with his friends.”

Dad’s eyes widened for a moment before narrowing again, “Children have play dates, and I catch up with adult friends, not children.”

I laughed, “Oh, an adult play date,” emphasising the word Adult.

Dad quickly turned away as he asked if I wanted a coffee, and I caught Mum’s eye as she gave me a wink. My heart quickened, and my mother was helping set me up to be fucked by my father. My conservative mother, who hated my tattoos, and my choice of partner, was helping me get fucked by my father.

I suddenly felt light-headed and sat down before I fell over. “A coffee sounds lovely,” I said. “So, you think your team has a chance to outscore mine this weekend?” I asked.

Dad laughed, “My team is going to whoop your team’s arse,” he said.

I laughed, “Well, doesn’t that sound kinky,” I said.

“Kimberly Anne,” Mum said suddenly, giving me a look that could only mean tone it down, “you know how I feel about that kind of talk in my house.”

Dad laughed, “Listen to your mother, Kimmie.”

It felt strange, and somehow arousing, to be chided by my mother and have my father agree, all the while knowing my mother was indeed kinky if she was happy for her husband to fuck their daughter. “Sorry,” I said.

“Also, remember it’s your uncle’s birthday next Saturday,” she continued, “make sure you at least say happy birthday on Facebook if you aren’t intending on coming over Saturday night to say happy birthday in person.”

“You're having a party for Pete?” I asked.

Dad nodded, “Saturday, from 7,” he said.

I caught Mum’s eye and smiled, “Well, I will see if I can drop in.” Her eyes widened slightly as I thought she understood my intention.

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