Thank you for reading my short story, I hope that you enjoy it, love Mica, Yorkshire, England
Mum seemed jittery in the mornings. I don't know why, she was just a bit like a bear with a sore head. Dad would come down, quickly eat some cornflakes and go off to work, barely a word was spoken between them. Mum would sort of thaw during the morning and was then fine, until the following morning. I have no clue.
I am Julian, I am nineteen, I am not doing Uni, I have just completed a Business Management course at college, and am looking for work. I shall move out of mum and dad's home as soon as I have a job and can rent somewhere. Meanwhile, I am in my childhood room at my parents home. I have no siblings, I am the solitary spoilt child, although were I to be asked I would not be able to show anyone any indications of being spoiled.
I am between girlfriends. The last one split with me for reasons I was never entirely sure of, the old 'It's me not you" speech. Whatever Louise, goodbye. So, my only relief is my good old hand. Sometimes I swap hands, just for a change. But that is the only relief I can get, I kind of envied my parents, being married, they can just get their relief anytime they fancy, too easy, sons not withstanding.
Tonight's tea was savoury mince with peas and carrots and a large baked potato. The potato had been in the oven for a few hours and would have a wonderful crispy shell, excellent. The savoury mince with its gravy would meld beautifully with the fluffy potato interior. One of my favourite meals.
There was an atmosphere at the table. I wished I could work out why mum and dad were hardly taking to each other, it was odd, lummie I hoped they weren't going to get a divorce, I rather like them both and would hate to have to choose.
Mum is in her late forties. She has a slim figure with a small bulge, or lady tummy. Her boobs are somewhere in the C cup D cup range. I have managed to catch a few glimpses of mum in the nude, not that she knows, but also on hot days she will put a bikini on and sunbathe in the garden. She would probably sunbathe at least topless if she didn't have a nineteen year old son moping about. A bikini leaves nothing to the imagination for a fertile mind.
She shaves, that much my glimpses have shown, and with blond hair, any little landing strip would be pretty invisible, so I guess she just took the lot off. Her inner lips protrude from her fat outer lips, and are a sort of grey colour. I find that incredibly sexy. Louise, my last girlfriend, had everything tucked away, she just had a slim crease that revealed little until she was on her back with her legs apart. Nice, just not as sexy.
Dad, who I have also occasionally seen naked, has a good sized dick and balls that hang down quite a way. Never seen him hard, so no idea if he is a grower or not. Today he had been at work, and mum had spent a while in her bikini in the garden much to my delight as I perved from my bedroom window. My bedroom is at the back, parents are at the front. We have a family bathroom,and that is how I have seen most of my parent's nakedness as they transit from bedroom to bathroom. They don't know, but I have a well placed tall mirror which affords me a voyeur view through my partially open door. They think I can see nothing, I actually see a lot. Even mum with a finger in her fanny one day.
After dinner, dad went out, to the pub to meet some of his friends and watch the rugby on their big screen. Sport has never captured me, it is all a bit tribal, and I am not about that. After the clearing up had been done and dad had gone to the pub, mum and I sat down in the living room.
"Mum, can I ask you something?"
"Yes sweetheart, what?"
"What's the problem with you and dad? Are you getting a divorce?"
"Oh. Is it that obvious?"
"Yes, very."
"I don't know if I can explain. But I don't think it is divorce, but it might be close."
"What is it, has dad had an affair or something?" There I was following cliches and assuming it would be dad playing away.
"Oh no, you couldn't be more wrong. Let's just say his pencil has no lead."
Crumbs, the old man couldn't get it up?
"He can get tablets for that. Tell him to go to the doctor, or he can get them over the counter at the pharmacist if he wanted."
"He has them, has taken them, and they don't work."
"Oh that's shit."
"Language Julian."
"Sorry, but it is, for both of you."
"Exactly, your father doesn't seem to understand that the whole thing is a two way process, and so if he is getting any, then neither am I."
"Er quite, although you could get yourself a vibe."
