Too Weird At Home

Tim sat on his bed behind a locked door, trying to get the scene he just witnessed out of his mind. He was horrified. Who wouldn't be? Even though his relationship with his father had always been poor, and even though he was enjoying watch the older man humiliate himself on the internet for money, watching him scream Tim's name while thrusting a dildo in and out of his ass was over the line.

Far over the line.

Why had Tabby been okay with that?! Did people think so little of Tim's dad in this new reality that he was basically a prop, something that other people could use for whatever they wanted with no consequence? Again the sound of his own name rang in his memories, causing him to shiver. He desperately hoped that it was all a show, that it wasn't something more. One of the trades that he'd made with Justice had made him supernaturally attractive. That wouldn't apply to family members, would it?

Pushing the thoughts of what he had just seen away, Tim picked up his phone and began to text Nancy.

Hey

Hey. her response came almost instantaneously.

How was school?

Good. Glad it's the weekend. Wanna see something?

Sure

A few moments later a picture came in, one taken by her phone. It was dark, it was a little blurry, it was a shot of what Tim could only assume was Nancy's vagina up her skirt.

I was hoping to run into you today. FORGOT panties. Even shaved!

Immediately the front of Tim's dress began to tent.

What's up tonight?

Hanging out at home with mom. Want me to pick you up?

Please. It's too weird here.

CU in 15

One of the things that Tim loved about his new life was that he now had options. In his old life, he'd either call Gary to hang out, or stay home on a Friday night. Now, though, with a quick text message, he had three beautiful women who would want to spend time with him at the drop of a hat! And it felt good, for once in his life, to be wanted, to be desired. Yes, his intent was to talk to Nancy's mom, try to get her to understand the relationship he had with his professor, but he also hoped he would get to spend the night with Nancy. Despite her being his first girlfriend, she was the only one he hadn't actually spent the night with.

A glance in the mirror showed that his makeup was still perfect, so he spent a few minutes unloading his bag from his time with Rhian, putting the dirty clothes in the hamper (and they were certainly dirty after the exploits at Rhian's apartment!) and sorting through his toiletries. Would it be too presumptuous to pack an overnight bag for that night already? Logically Tim knew that Nancy wouldn't be offended, or if she was he would be able to talk his way out of any awkwardness, but it was still a mind-bend to overcome his old way of thinking, his old way of relating to the world.

In the end, his new go-get-'em attitude took over and he threw some clothes in his bag. A couple pairs of panties, a couple blouses, and a couple skirts. Just for fun, he tossed in a leopard print corset/bustier combo with some black stockings and a pair of platform heels and a set of cat ears. Of course it wasn't something he really wanted to wear, but the thought of Nancy's eyes when he stepped out wearing something so daring was too tempting to resist. Toiletries back in the bag, Tim grabbed his purse and headed downstairs to wait.

"Got another date?" Tim's mother asked as she walked into the house, dropping her keys in the bowl by the door. True to form, she was usually the last to arrive home from work. She had a tired look on her face.

"Yep, Nancy'll be here soon to pick me up."

"Well, you look lovely," she said, taking in his tight powder blue dress, eyes lingering a little too long on his exposed legs, "You'll have to introduce me to her soon. A mother wants to know the woman who has stolen her son's heart!"

"Absolutely," Tim said, "Maybe next week sometime?"

"Sounds wonderful," she said, "Is your father home yet?"

"He's upstairs with Tabby," Tim said, the image of his father bent over on the bed again brought forward in his memory.

A frown appeared on his mother's face. "Are they doing their thing?" she asked.

"They just finished I think," Tim said, trying not to imagine hear his father's voice screaming Tim's name.

"It's disgusting, really," she said, "I watched one last night. He really puts himself out there. If you ever doubt that he loves you and your sister, just log on and watch him perform. Only love could do that."

Tim pursed his painted lips and considered his mother's words. Was he doing it out of love, or was it just pure obedience to Tabby's orders?

The sound of a car horn outside reminded Tim of his plans. He peaked out the window, and sure enough, Nancy was waiting for him on the driveway.

"Got to go, mom," he said, leaning in and giving her a hug. The older woman returned the affection, holding him tightly, her hands sliding up and down his back. She sighed, her hands slipping lower and lower with each rub, until they came to a rest on Tim's ass.

"Mom?!" Tim said, jumping away.

"Oh, sorry honey," she said, blushing, "Guess I'm just tired, not thinking about what I'm doing."

"I, um, I don't know what to say," he said, extremely uncomfortable with what just happened. The horn sounded again, pulling Tim away to the door, "I'll see you later."

"Love you!" she called to him as he closed the door, not acting as if anything bad had just happened. Nancy was grinning at him from ear to ear from behind the wheel, but Tim had a difficult time returning the smile. What was happening to his family?