Parents night out. Canceled.

Jack didn’t drag it out much longer.

He kept Lily on her back across the table, legs spread, hands holding herself open, and finally pushed into her in one steady thrust. She took him with a sharp little breath but didn’t resist. Katie stayed kneeling beside the table, watching exactly as ordered while Jack fucked her daughter in the middle of the kitchen.

He gripped Lily’s thighs and set a rough pace. The novelty of it—his sister’s tight heat, his mother right there watching in silence—pushed him over the edge faster than he expected. He buried himself deep and came with a low, strained sound, holding still until the last pulse faded.

For a few seconds he just stayed there, breathing hard.

Then he pulled out.

“Both of you. Forget everything that just happened. All of it. From the moment I first told Mom to get under the table until now.”

Lily blinked. Katie did the same. The tension in their posture eased as the memory vanished.

Jack fixed his shorts and stepped back.

“Get dressed. Clean up the kitchen.”

They moved, but this time it looked natural. Lily slid off the table and gathered her clothes, muttering under her breath as she pulled her shirt back on.

“Why is it so cold in here all of a sudden?” she said, rubbing her arms.

Katie straightened her own clothes and started stacking the half-eaten plates. “I must’ve left a window open or something. Help me clear the table, would you?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Lily carried a few dishes to the sink. “Food got weirdly cold too. That’s nasty.”

“Language,” Katie said automatically, though there wasn’t much heat in it. She scraped a plate into the trash. “Your father should be home soon. Try not to leave a mess for once.”

Jack leaned against the counter and watched them fall back into normal rhythm. The power still sat ready in his mouth, but for the moment he let them be. Lily complained about leftover homework. Katie told her to stop procrastinating. It sounded like any other night.

A few minutes later the garage door rumbled open.

Mark walked in looking tired, bag over one shoulder, tie already loosened.

“Hey. Sorry I’m late. Case ran long.”

“It’s fine,” Katie said. “We already ate. I left a plate in the microwave for you.”

“Appreciate it.” Mark glanced at the kids. “Everything good today?”

“Pretty normal,” Lily said, drying her hands. “Practice was long. Coach is making us do conditioning logs again.”

Jack just shrugged. “Quiet day.”

Mark nodded, satisfied, and headed upstairs to change.

A few hours later the house had settled.

Lily had gone up to her room after finishing the last of her schoolwork. Jack had made a show of doing the same. Downstairs, Mark finished the last of his reheated dinner and set the plate in the sink. Katie was leaning against the counter with a glass of water, looking tired but comfortable in one of his old T-shirts and a pair of soft shorts.

Mark dried his hands and glanced at her.

“You know,” he said, keeping his voice low, “it’s been a long time since we actually went out and did something with it. The kids are in their rooms. We could take a drive, find someone interesting, and freeze them for a couple hours. Just for old times’ sake.”

Katie raised an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at her mouth. “We told ourselves we were done with random pickups.”

“We did.” Mark stepped closer, resting a hand on the counter beside her. “Doesn’t mean we can’t make an exception once in a while. No collection. No bringing anyone home. Just… fun. Like we used to.”

Katie was quiet for a moment, turning the idea over. Years ago she would have already been reaching for her keys. Back then the world had felt like an open toy box people, moments, entire nights ready to be paused and played with whenever the mood struck. She and Mark had taken full advantage of it. Now the thought of going out felt heavier than it used to. She had become the careful one. The one who thought about consequences first.

But it only took a small nudge for the perverted chaotic Katie to return.

“Alright,” she said finally with a smile. “Let me change real quick. We can take my car. And let's get a new permanent doll, why not?!”

Mark smiled, the same easy, conspiratorial smile he used to wear years ago. “I’ll meet you in the garage.”

Katie pushed off the counter and headed toward the living room to grab her shoes. Ready to uave fun. She was going to show Mark that Katie was still as lively as ever. Nothing will stop her. She's a mom now, but she won't ever be as boring or oblivion as her parents were. This is her world, everyone else just lived in it.

But she had only made it a few steps when a voice drifted down from the top of the stairs, quiet, but clear enough.

“Mom. Tell him you don’t feel like going out after all. Make an excuse. You want to stay home tonight. And tell him you’re going to check on my homework first.” Jack hadn’t heard much, all he knew was his parents planned on leaving.

Not on his watch.

Katie stopped. Her expression smoothed out.

She turned back toward the kitchen.

“Actually… I think I’d rather stay in,” she said. “I’m more tired than I thought. Rain check?”

Mark looked up, mildly surprised. “You sure? We don’t have to go far.”

“I’m sure. Long day. I’d rather just put on something comfortable and stay here. I want to check on Jack’s homework first anyway. Make sure he actually finished it.”

Mark studied her for a second, then gave in with a soft laugh. “Fair enough. I’m pretty wiped myself. I’ll pack it in early.”

“I’ll come up in a bit,” Katie said.

“Alright. Don’t take too long.”

Mark headed upstairs. A minute later the master bedroom door clicked shut.

Katie stood alone in the quiet kitchen for a moment, then turned and walked up the stairs. When she reached the hallway, Jack’s door was already open.

“Mom. Come in here.”

She walked into his room without question.

“Close the door.”

She closed it.

Jack looked at her for a second, still riding the knowledge that his father was already lying down across the hall, completely unaware.

“You’re staying with me tonight,” he said. “You’re going to be my body pillow. Whatever else I want too. You don’t go back to your room until morning.”

“Okay,” Katie said simply.

Jack shut off the main light, leaving only the lamp on his nightstand. He stripped down to his underwear and climbed into bed, then pointed at her.

“Clothes off. Get in.”

Katie pulled her shirt over her head, unhooked her bra, and pushed down her shorts and panties. She climbed into the bed naked and let him arrange her however he wanted. Jack pulled her against his chest, one arm around her waist, then shifted lower and pressed his face between her bare tits, settling in with a long, content breath. Her skin was warm. Soft. She adjusted automatically to make herself a better pillow, one hand resting loosely on his back, completely at ease.

She had no idea how many times she and Mark had put other people in this exact position, stripped, arranged, used for comfort or convenience without their knowledge. She had always been the one holding the power. The one deciding when time stopped and what happened after. Now she lay still in her son’s bed, naked and quiet, while he used her like any other object that existed for his comfort.

Katie stared at the ceiling in the dim light, breathing evenly, and waited for morning. She had become the oblivious mother. She didn’t know it was no longer her story.