Mary was in her room. She was standing in front of a mirror and trying out different dresses, hoping to find something nice to wear. No matter what she tried, nothing was able to please her. She couldn't figure out what she wanted, so she restlessly went through her wardrobe, changing from one costume to another.
Her husband walked in when she happened to be between costume changes. At the moment she was wearing her white panties and a white bra that struggled to keep her big breasts contained. Her long, curly hair was tied into a bum.
Her beauty made her husband's heart stop. He walked to her and placed his hand on her butt. Her ass cheeks were nicely round and very firm. Doctor Harden felt his member getting hard. His hand started to slowly massage Mary's ass.
He looked down at it with love and longing. During their twenty years of marriage Mary allowed him to fuck her in the ass only a handful of times. Maybe he was going to get lucky tonight.
Mary, however, was not in the mood for sex, much less having her asshole fucked. She was tired from her masturbation marathon, and, despite having masturbated like crazy, whenever she got aroused, she still had fantasies about her son.
"Stop," she commanded.
Doctor Harden removed his hand. But he was not going to give up this easily. His hands went to Mary's shoulders and started massaging them.
"You have to relax honey." He kissed the back of her neck. "We're on vacation. We're supposed to have good time. How about we have some good time right now?" He sent her a wink to make her understand what he meant by "good time."
Mary understood him perfectly. She was also quite certain that she was not interested in having good time, or at least not the type of good time her husband was suggesting.
She grabbed his hands and forcefully pushed them away from her shoulders. "I need to go to the bathroom." The tone of her voice made it clear to doctor Harden that his proposal was rejected.
"Mary, wait." He stopped her as she was about to open the door to the bathroom. "I want to know what is going on. What did Billy do?"
He saw a flash of fear in her eyes. Now he was certain that whatever the problem was, Billy was somehow involved.
"What do you mean? Billy didn't do anything," Mary denied, but her voice betrayed her.
"Don't lie to me woman," he struck back sternly. "I saw the way you were staring at him all day long. I was then in the sauna when you fled. Why don't you just tell me what happened? Are you afraid that I'm going to be angry at him? That I'll punish him? I promise that I won't."
Mary looked at him helplessly. She knew that he meant well. But what could she tell him? That her son had fucked her senseless this morning? That, judging by the evidence, he actually didn't and the whole event was merely some sort of sick fantasy dreamed up by her sick mind?
She opened the door to the bathroom and walked inside. "Nothing happened between me and Billy. Now, I want to be left alone." She closed the door without waiting for reply.
Doctor Harden hurriedly approached the door. He was not going to let her avoid him like this. He wanted to go inside and keep on pressing the issue. He was infuriated to discover that the door was locked.
"Mary! Open the door," he commanded while violently struggling with the doorknob. "You hear me?! Right now! Open the door!"
Silence was the only reply. He knocked violently few times. More silence. He started pounding with his fist. Again, silence. He was about to try to kick the door down, when it occurred to him that he was taking things too far. Just because his wife was in bad mood, it did not give him the right to kick down doors, especially when these doors were in a house that did not belong to him. Furious, he walked out of the room and made sure to slam the door behind him with as much force as possible.
***
Doctor Harden found his son on the tennis court. He was playing, or rather trying to play, basketball. The owners of the house, like most conservative, rich, old folks, had no interest in basketball, and therefore no place to play it. Billy, who loved that sport, was forced to practice on their tennis court.
"Billy, do you have a moment?"
"Sure do. What do you say we play a game?" he asked jovially.
"Maybe later son. Listen, I have to talk to you."
"Ok."
"What happened between you and mom?"
"Nothing," Billy protested with a mixture of surprise and annoyance.
"Look, you can tell me. I promise. I won't get mad."
"Dad, I swear I don't know. Mom doesn't want to tell me."
"What do you mean?"
"She's upset about something. She kept asking me about the kitchen. And she keeps staring at me with a really weird way."
"Kitchen?"
"Yeah. After we came back from the store this morning, mom asked me about something that happened in the kitchen."
"What happened in the kitchen?"
"I don't know. Something must have happened there, but I don't remember anything. Mom didn't want to tell me either. I swear I don't know anything. Mom's been acting strange today."
Doctor Harden stared intensively at Billy's face and his eyes. He knew his son very well, and he knew that he was telling the truth.
Eventually the father smiled and put his hand on Billy's shoulder. "Don't worry about it."
He left his son alone with the basketball and made his way to the kitchen. He hoped to find some clue there, or have some sort of revelation or perhaps have a flash of insight into the problem. But he didn't. The kitchen looked like an ordinary kitchen and he left it as perplexed as before. Not knowing what to do, he went to the living room, sat down on a sofa and turned on the TV.
He couldn't watch. Or, to be precise, his eyes were watching, but his brain was not registering the images on the screen. The only thing he could concentrate on was Mary. He was so lost in his thoughts that at first he didn't even hear the phone. Once he did hear it, he allowed it to keep on ringing. It was probably for the owners of the house. After few rings the answering machine turned itself on and he heard the standard "hi, we are not at home so please leave a message" type of message. Much to his surprise, the voice that followed was familiar.
"Doctor Harden? This is Alice Chong. This is very urgent. I need to speak to you. I know that you made it clear that you don't want to be bothered, but I believe that you might be…"
