My Dad, Michael, had been away on business for a whole week and my Mum, Linda, had probably experienced the most sexual time of her life in his absence. You would know by reading the last three episodes I reported here.
I had been lucky to witness her achievements with clients, swingers, boy racers... and all this in various places such as a porn cinema, a dogging spot or a restaurant to name a few. Mum was even made to act as a street hooker. It had been wild...very wild and, to be honest, I had lost count of the number of dicks she had milked.
That's a fact, my conservative mother had been through some kind of mid-life crisis. I still don't know if it had resulted from boredom with her family or professional life. Maybe was it due to hormones? Maybe was it her glamorous body crying for naughty use?
Dad was aware of her recent behaviour, knew and approved the fact that I had been involved but Mum did not know that. The situation had got complicated: I was playing with Mum, Dad knew everything, Mum was asking me to keep it silent fearing her husband would find out... Where would it stop?
Some days I felt I was in a dominant position towards my Mum, making her play with me or participating to her sexual adventures. Some days, on the contrary, I felt I was begging for admission into her initiated circle. Call it a lack of continuity, a lack of experience or simply a lack of balls... but that's what it was. I was left very confused about where all this would end.
But back to the latest events. Dad was flying today from Seattle and I was on a mission to pick him up at London Heathrow airport. I figured he would ask me a thousand questions about his wife's pornographic week. Mum, in all her wisdom, had preferred not to travel with me. Taking advantage of a few hours with nobody around her, she had been desperate to erase all traces of her sexual activity before Dad's return. There was always a risk that a semen-stained dress would still be in the wash basket, or a pair of thigh high boots on display after a fresh use.
If only she had known that I had informed her husband about everything!! When I left her, I could see she was tired from her previous night (and the rest of the week). In any case a couple of hours on her own would allow her to wash or tidy up whatever was necessary and apply lots of make-up to conceal her tiredness.
I felt myself a bit knackered after this busy week. It was quite the opposite for Dad. Despite the long flight, he looked as fresh and healthy as one could be. Maybe the business class in which he had travelled was showing its worth. After the greetings at Heathrow arrivals, he suggested that we went for coffee before going home. I quickly figured out why.
He thanked me again for my reports during the week and confirmed that they had been great entertainment after long working days. Pictures had done the rest to stimulate his imagination. Obviously, he must have thought about it during the long flight and he bombarded me with questions about how Mum had behaved, who she had fucked and where. Realising that our coffee break had actually lasted one hour and fifteen minutes, we decided to shoot off and make our way home.
Mum had been very active and, as expected, everything was pristine in the house when we arrived. Her very well made up looks showed no sign of intense sexual activity having taken place. She was all smile, welcoming Dad with all her heart, saying that she had missed him so much. How cringe that was! There I was with a mother lying through her teeth and with a father who certainly was the king of hypocrites.
Me? I was probably not better after all, as I was playing the go-between.
Nothing else exceptional happened during the rest of the day. I reckon that Dad fucked Mum's brains out for most of Saturday evening while I was out, and her tiredness showed even more the following morning.
I did not make any comments to her as I figured she would need some space. A lot had happened while Dad was away and I was myself lost in my thoughts. Could anything be back to normal? It had not been the case for a one-off where she would have been wild. She had taken part to orgies with multiple partners... well actually dozens of strangers... in the most adventurous circumstances.
After a jogging Sunday in the morning, I got back around midday, in time for lunch. I was dressing up in my bedroom after a long shower when I heard the bell ring. Dad opened the front door without paying further attention, thinking it might just be a delivery.
But suddenly, a female voice got very loud to the point of screaming. Dad tried to calm the unexpected visitor but the shouting continued. I ventured outside my bedroom and pricked up my ears.
"Where is she... that fucking bitch, where is she?" the woman was yelling. "I am sure you are a proud husband... you must be so very proud of her!" she added.
"Please Madam, calm down, it does not make sense, you must be confused!" Dad replied.
"Confused? Are you kidding me? Your wife is a whore and on top of that she's stealing my husband. Look, look, look... See these pictures? I have printed them from my husband's computer, Rob. Yes Rob, you know... he works at the same branch as your wife. They're having an affair. Look, look... a selfie where they are dining together, another at the entrance of a swinging club, one in his car where she's dressed like a hooker..."
The pitch of her voice was so high that I thought she would have a heart attack. Needless to say that Mum was nowhere to be seen. The argument went on:
"I have also found all her emails... there are billions of them addressed to my husband and they discuss how to arrange sex meetings. Your wife is so sick!"
Even if Dad was fully aware of all that, from Mum's perspective, he was not supposed to know the whole story and had to react as an outraged cuckolded husband.
"I can't believe it... How on earth..." he was stuttering.
"Is she here?" Rob's wife asked. Dad pretended that Mum was out for the day but that did not calm the cheated woman. "Well, tell her to stop her sick games right now and she'd better forget about Rob or I will have her... oh, and by the way, I can tell you that everyone at the branch will know and their boss in particular. He'll be impressed when he knows that they are fucking their way around to swinging clubs when they should be working!"
Without adding anything else and not leaving time for Dad to reply or ask for anything, I heard the infuriated woman walk away and leave the driveway. I came down the stairs but Dad saw me and signalled me to return to my bedroom. How would he play this with Mum now that she had been caught and things were turning sour? How would she react?
I felt so uneasy about the situation even if I was sure that Dad would not be genuinely upset. It was more a matter of "how do we play the game now?". Dad confronted Mum a couple of minutes after, asking for explanations. Voices were raised but not as frantically as with Rob's wife, Mum was begging and crying. Dad was asking her repeatedly: "Why, can you explain why?"... then, "What did I do wrong, aren't you happy with me?"
It went on for an hour or so, time after which Mum went to her bedroom sobbing and left the house with her car. Dad joined me a few minutes later and looked very embarrassed and confused.
"Wow Josh, I wasn't expecting that. A lot of trouble we're facing, aren't we?"
