This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogues in this story are of the author's imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental. All characters are of age, 18+, even when not specifically stated.
John Smith had rented a beach house that summer to share with his wife 's sister 's family for a week. In total there were six of them in three bedrooms. The beach house had two floors and it was large enough to accommodate them all.
The upper floor had 3 bedrooms, each with their own private bathroom. The ground floor served as a living room and it had a kitchen as well.
The Smiths and Johnsons got along well together. His wife, Emily was close to her sister Julie, and John liked his sister in law and her husband Billy.
Both families had an only son. Benny Smith, who had turned 18 years old 4 months ago and Richie Johnsons who was a couple of years older than his cousin. The cousins weren't as close as their parents had hoped they would be.
John had slept badly that night and it showed. His eyes were red and puffy. He sat up on his bed and lit up a cigarette. At that moment his wife entered the sleeping room.
She had clearly showered as she was wet and naked. He looked at her with admiration in his eyes. His wife still looked gorgeous at 44 years of age. She was a tall woman with short stylish blond hair. She had wide hips and her ass was soft and round. She looked like a slightly older version of the top model Iskra Lawrence.
He watched her massive tits bouncing up and down as she applied cream to her thick milky thighs.
He let out a heavy sigh. His wife looked at him with concern on her face. She walked over to the bed.
"What is it honey?" she asked softly. "You've been in a strange mood all day yesterday."
John said nothing. He took a deep drag at his cigarette.
"I think Benny is gay" he said abruptly as he blew out the smoke, and he felt very relieved sharing the burden that had been troubling him.
"What?" she said surprised "Where did that come from?"
"Last night I went to his room looking for something and I found a couple of male model magazines with pictures of half naked men in them."
He took another drag at his cigarette and continued.
"I opened his laptop and checked the browser history and it was more of that stuff in there."
"You were snooping around on our son?" she said disapprovingly.
"Keep your eye on the ball woman" he said irritated. "And that got me thinking, he is not into sports or any other of that manly stuff. And when was the last time that you saw him with a girl?"
Emily knew that her husband was not homophobic. He was a macho man and he came from a conservative family. She knew that this must be very difficult for him. He was very worried as to what his family and friends would say if their son was gay. This was a huge blow to his ego.
She shrugged.
"It doesn't really matter, and to be frank, who cares in this time and age." she said "He is our son and we will always love him no matter what."
She paused and looked her husband in the eye "Right John?"
"Yes, I will always love him. It 's just... I mean... you want grand kids some day, don't you?"
"Yes, of course. But they can always adopt."
"It 's not the same and you know it."
She said nothing, but she agreed with him on that one.
"Look,there is nothing that we can do about it anyway. So why don't you stop worrying about it. Maybe it's just a phase and he is not really gay..."
"There is something that we can try to find out for sure." he said ignoring his wife. "It 's a bit unusual, but I think it is worth a shot."
She looked worried. "What do you have in mind?"
"Tonight I will pretend to have a fight with you and I will go and sleep in his room and tell him to come and sleep here. You will pretend that you don't know that it is him and provoke him a little, you know, to gauge his reaction."
She frowned.
"You want me to talk to him? I don't think that is such a good..."
"No no" her husband interrupted her quickly. "What I meant when I said that you should provoke him, is for you to...to... rub your... your... ass against him and see if he will get a... hard on. If he does, then he is not gay. But if he doesn't...."
She was speechless. Did he really just say that he wanted her to dry hump their own son?
"I don't know if this is a such a good idea." she said. "I mean, I am his mother, there is no way that he would get an erection."
Her man leaned forward and slapped her ass. "You got a great ass babe. Mother or no mother, if he is straight he will get an erection for sure. Trust me."
"I don't know..." she trailed off "Isn't there some other way?"
"Yes, there is, but you won't like it."
"Try me."
He grinned at her.
"I 've been thinking of hiring a prostitute for him."
"You what? Are you crazy?" she almost yelled at her husband. "You want him to catch a disease or something? I can't believe this."
John said nothing.
She paused for a moment and took a deep breath. This was an argument that she knew she wasn't going to win. Her husband was very head strong.
"Ok, I will do it." she sighed "At least it will be safer that way. But not tonight, it will have to be after the vacation."
Her husband shook his head.
"No, it will have to be tonight. I can't wait that long. I am going crazy with worry and I need to know by tomorrow. Otherwise...."
She was silent for a moment.
"Ok, but you owe me big." she finally said.
"Don't worry babe, I will really make it up to you." he winked at his wife and then he got up and walked to the bathroom.
The whole conversation she just had with her husband felt so wierd. But she had no time to dwell on it now. Today all of them were going down town for lunch and do some shopping as well.
