Tyler opens the front door and walks into the house, greeting us as he strolls by the living room. “Oh hi Juile, how are you today?”
“Fine,” is all she mutters, obviously annoyed by his presence.
“And you darling, how are you doing?” His attention now shifts to me.
“Fine,” I say, repeating what Julie said and paying him no mind. He continues on up the stairs and to our room.
I turn to Julie. “You know, he never even asked about the camping trip Jason and I just got back from. On top of that, we got back a DAY LATE and not a phone call, text or anything from him.”
“I say this as your friend and as someone who still has your pussy juice on her face. Divorce his ass. You know he’s been cheating on you, those texts don’t lie. At this point, it’s on you if you stay with him,” She says while wiping her face off with her hand once more.
As angry as her statement makes me, I know she’s right. It’s on me to fix my life if I want it to be better. No one else will do it for me. “I know and you’re right. I’m going to say something to him, right now,” I say before standing from the couch.
“That’s my girl, you got this. Just remember, you’re a badass bitch and it’s time you showed him,” she says while standing up next to me.
“And if you need someone to confide in, my door is always open for you.” She ways while giving me a wink before heading toward the front door. “See ya later, lover.”
Alright Stacy, no more being a pushover.
I march upstairs, bound and determined to give Tyler a piece of my mind. I enter our bedroom, shoulders back and head held high. Tyler notices me and rolls his eyes before pulling his gray t-shirt over his head and onto his body.
“First off, thanks for caring that your son and I were a full day late getting back from the camping trip. You know, the one you decided to skip out on,” I say while walking up to him, standing toe to toe.
“I figured you two were having so much fun, you decided to stay another day.”
“Not even a phone call to check up on us?” I say back.
“Sorry, I was caught up at…”
“Work, right?” I cut him off.
“Yes, work,” he says in a condescending tone.
“You mean fucking your co-worker, right?” I say, emphasizing the word fucking.
“Not this again. I thought I made it clear that’s not happening.”
“I know you said that but we both know you’re lying.”
“Here we go again, the crazy woman and her conspiracies.”
“Don’t fucking gaslight me Tyler. Who the hell receives a picture of someone in lingerie that says can’t wait to see you tonight? Suspiciously on the same night you have to leave town.”
“I told you it was a wrong number,” he shouts back.
“And you expect me to believe that? Even though I couldn’t see her face, she looks exactly like Amy. I’m not an idiot.”
“I’m sure there’s more than one woman in this world who has the same body type as Amy.”
“Just be a man and tell the truth. I think I’ve earned at least that much.”
“Damn it Stacy, I’m not cheating on you with Amy and I’m tired of hearing about it.”
“Then why haven’t you touched me in months? Not even a hug. We hardly even share the same bed anymore. Half the time you just sleep in the guest bedroom.”
“Do you think this insanely jealous personality of yours turns me on? Because it doesn’t, far from it. I don’t want to deal with this nonsense so I avoid it,” he says, now pacing around the room.
“You’re such an asshole. If you were man enough to admit it and you were sorry, maybe we could work through it. Sounds to me like you’re just a coward to tell me what you really want.”
“Fuck this, I’m out of here. I’m not going to sit here and take this ridicule from an insane person.” He grabs his keys off the dresser and heads to the bedroom door.
“Tell Amy I said ‘Hi’,” I yell as he walks out. As soon as I hear his truck start, my eyes begin to well up.
Stay strong, he’s not worth it.
I blink a few times causing a single tear from each eye to stream down my face. I shake off the overwhelming sense of discontent, compose myself and walk back down to the kitchen. I stand in silence for a while, contemplating my future. It’s the first time I actually envision myself happy.
“I want a divorce.” I say out loud, experimenting with how the words feel leaving my lips. They feel good, REAL DAMN GOOD. A sense of calm washes over me while I begin to cook dinner. A sense that everything will be okay.
Jason walks in the front door just as I’m setting the dinner table. No words are said but his expressions tell the story. His gaze stays low, trying to avoid eye contact with me. His shoulders and upper back hunch forward as he walks past the kitchen.
“Hey, where are you going? Dinner is ready,” I shout over to him.
“Umm, I was just going to go to my room. Not really hungry,” he says.
“Oh come on. I cooked this big meal and it’s just going to be you and I.”
He pauses for a moment before turning to face me. “Dad working late again?” He asks.
“Not really. That’s another topic I thought we could discuss over dinner if you don’t mind.”
“Is something wrong?” He asks.
“Why don’t we go sit down and we can talk,” I reply.
He nods in approval and takes a seat at the dinner table. I fill our plates with chicken alfredo and sit down in the chair on the other side of the table. After a few mouthfuls, I notice Jason is just twirling the noodles with his fork, not really eating.
“Honey, eat your food before it gets cold,” I say.
He drops his fork into the plate of pasta before glaring at me from across the table. “Are we just going to pretend like nothing happened?”
While I was hoping that would be the case, I would be a fool to think we could just brush what transpired between us to the side. Just go about our daily lives like before. Wishful thinking I guess.
I set my fork down and stare back at him, feeling his sense of frustration. “What happened between us on the camping trip was a mistake. I am truly sorry if I took advantage of the situation. You’re my son and I’m your mother…”
“Is that what you call it? A mistake? I call it a night of true passion. Something we both have been desiring for a long time,” he says, cutting me off in the middle of my sentence.
His words slice through my cold response to him, trying to shield myself from rejection and the taboo nature of our interactions. “It doesn’t matter how you or I feel about what happened, it’s not right.”
“Why isn’t it? Because our government deems so? And we just have to sit back and obey every word they say? There’s other countries that are totally fine with it. Also, what about ancient Egypt?”
“I’m sure there are but we don’t live there and we are in the 20th Century darling.” I say back.
Jason stands from the dinner table while scooting his chair back. The wooden legs screeching against the wooden floor as he does. He walks over to me as I tilt my head up to keep his gaze.
“I love you mom,” he says.
I love you too,” I say with a smile.
“No, I truly love you. With every fiber of my being. I love everything about you.” Before I have a chance to respond he leans down and kisses me. Time stops as we embrace one another, our soft wet lips press together. My eyes close for a moment, savoring his sweet affection before reality comes sweeping back.
I gently push on his chest with the palm of my hand, creating some distance between us. “We can’t son, we just can’t.”
Sadness fills his face. I sense his pain, his frustration. “It’s not fair. We should be together. We belong together,” he says.
“I’m divorcing your father,” I blurt out; no clue why I felt like this was the best time to tell him that. It just kind of came out.
“See, even more reason we can be together,” he says before lunging back at me, this time with force. His body collides with my own, almost knocking me back out of my chair. His hand gropes my left breast over my cotton shirt as his tongue slides past my lips and dances in my mouth.
His response was not what I envisioned at all but with everything he just told me, it makes sense. I need to push him away, take a firm stance but he makes me feel so…loved. Instead, I begin to give in, little by little. I am enjoying the soft touch of his hand which is now making its way up my shirt and over my bra. I reciprocate with my own forceful and passionate kissing.
I raise my right hand between his legs that stagger beside me before running my fingers over the bulge in his gray sweatpants. His cock, already expanding and filling with blood, seems to only enhance with my touch. I partially wrap my hand around it and start to jerk him over his pants. All I can think about is him taking a few steps closer, dropping down his pants and shoving that thick manhood in my mouth.
My hand picks up the pace as my left tit pops out of my bra while he fondles and plays with it under my shirt. Our intense and prolonged kiss continues as my pussy moistens with anticipation. A phone rings and vibrates on the glass kitchen table next to us which hardly registers with me. It’s not until the third or fourth ring that I comprehend what the noise is.
I turn my head to the side, enough to break our kiss and to see the caller ID on the phone. It’s Jason’s phone ringing and the visible text says “Lisa”.
“It’s your phone ringing,” I say, reality setting back in once again.
“I don’t care, let it ring,” he mumbles while nuzzling at my neck and pushing his hips into my hand. My hand that’s still gripping and massaging his cock through his pants.
I let go of him. “It’s Lisa,” I say.
His lips retreat from my neck while he withdraws his hand from under my shirt before standing upright and turning to the kitchen table. He stares at his phone while it rings again.
“Go ahead and answer it,” I say while standing up and adjusting my bra, sliding my funbag back into its home. I walk over to the sink in an attempt to de-escalate the situation. While I’m filling up a glass with water I overhear him answer it.
“Hello,” he says.
“Yeah, we can talk,” he says again after a brief pause.
I intentionally keep my back turned to him while taking a few sips until I hear him leave the room. I turn around to see his body disappearing up the stairs. My legs almost give out while stumbling back over to the chair, thinking of what happened just moments ago. If that went a few minutes longer, there’s no doubt in my mind we would have had sex again.
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