What about Dad?

“So, what do you wanna do?” Mom says leaning towards you, placing her elbows on the bed for stability. “Your Father left for work hours ago so we have the whole house to ourselves.” She continues, her eyes looking at you sensually.

“OH SHIT DAD!” You yell out, suddenly remembering the events of last night. The plan to kick Dad out of the house, and keep Mom all to yourself. Could you really go through with this? **** your father out of your life, taking his wife and his house? You place your hands on your forehead as you grapple with the monstrous choice given to you. The moment you are about to talk yourself out of this whole thing, your eyes land on a pair of breasts. Still overrun with guilt You give your mother's body a long look over: her small dainty feet, her juicy thighs, and perfectly shaped hips. As a warm feeling fills your body you think about the life you asked her for last night, juxtaposing the life you knew before. The thought of having this woman all to yourself forever sweeps your moral compass to the side. It was no longer a question of if you can, it was now a question of how you will.

That itself was still a challenging question, How will you break the news to Dad? You found yourself so deep in thought that you missed your Mom’s reaction to your words.

“What about your Father, I- oh…” Your Mom starts to ask before she too remembers the promise she made last night. What was an ethical conundrum for you, was ten times worse for her. While Penny loved the idea of being the devoted wife of her perfect son, she struggled to rationalize leaving her husband. Tears well up in her eyes as her rational mind struggles against the all-powerful **** compelling her to do whatever you want, despite her best efforts she loses this fight. While Penny loved her husband, She loved her son more.

Meanwhile, you have not made much progress in coming up with a solution, every time you try to focus on removing your father your mind latches on to that pair of fun bags standing in front of you. You march up to Mom and start furiously squeezing each of her breasts like two big stress balls. Your mother is caught off guard at first but puts up no resistance, She silently wipes the tears from her eyes and composes herself.

You continue squeezing her breasts attempting to think up a plan before getting distracted by an odd smell. The smell can be described as sweaty, and musky, but almost sweet in a way. You conclude that the smell in question is body odors, which makes sense given all the debaucherous sex you had last night. This realization sparks an idea.

“Mom, let's take a shower, maybe that will help me think,” You declare.

“Of course honey,” She responds as you remove your hands from her breasts and grab her by the hand, leading her to the bathroom. Pulling back the curtain you are about to pull the lever to turn on the water before another idea hits you. Turning back to Mom, you give her your next command.

“Hey, why don’t you get inside first and you can tell me when it's ready?” You ask malevolently.

“Alright honey… just give me a warning before you turn the shower on,” She says, sliding into the shower, you pretend to think over her request before responding.

“Hmmm, no,” You say before turning on the shower without warning.

“AAAAIEEE!” Mom screamed as the ice-cold water sprayed all over her body while you just stood and watched her shiver. After roughly a minute the water begins to heat up, once it's ready your mom calls out to you.

“I think it's good now,”

After getting her confirmation you join your mother inside the shower. You immediately feel more relaxed as the warm water pours all over you. You close your eyes and once again attempt to focus. Okay, think, think, what should I do about Dad…

Squirt,

The sound breaks your concentration, opening your eyes you find that the sound came from Mom squeezing a shampoo bottle. Now a little angry, you grab the bottle out of her hands.

“What the hell are you doing!” You shout, frustrated with your inability to form any sensible plan.

“I thought we were taking a shower together? I was just getting shampoo.” Mom recoils her expression a mix of fear and confusion. Even you must admit that what she is saying is completely logical – well as logical as you can be in this scenario. You pause for a moment and briefly consider apologizing, but you are just too frustrated.