After the Kodak party, more secrets are learned. Jon decides to see what happens, though he isn't the only one curious about what happened.
Part 1 was a modified re-envisioning of actual events that occurred while this part is a work of fiction for you, the readers, who asked so nicely. :-)
I apologize this took a little longer than expected, but here it is for you now.
* All Characters in this story are 18 years old or older.
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Jon plopped down onto his bed, exhaling a deep confused breath. He found himself staring at the ceiling and replaying the night through his mind. His parents had wandered off to their own room about thirty minutes earlier and could still faintly be heard moving around down the hall. Things quieted down shortly after, and he decided to try and get some sleep.
The soft tick of the vintage analog wall-clock kept thudding in his ears as he lay with his eyes closed. Unable to sleep, he tossed his covers back and grumbled before moving to his computer chair at his desk. He had planned on surfing some porn on his laptop but then he heard it, the quiet hushed voices that were just soft enough to be unintelligible. It piqued his curiosity.
Jon made his way to his door and reached for the knob but paused as his last step squeaked the floorboard. Before he could turn it though he heard another soft "clicking" come from another door nearby. He waited a moment before slowly turning his and opening the door enough to peek out. No one was in the hall from his vantage point.
Opening the door a little more, he made his way out into the hall and glanced around again. His parents' bedroom at the end of the hall had its door shut firmly, but a dim light was emanating from under the door jam. The bathroom directly across from his door was wide open and empty, the toilet seat down and shower curtain was pushed open most of the way.
Turning his attention back towards his parent's room, Jon slowly made his way forward until he could make out their conversation. His father was clearly tipsy, but his voice came across much softer than Jon was used to, "Come on Janice stop."
"I can't Paul, you know I need this. You know how I get. Please just give it to me tonight." his mother could be heard pleading.
"Janice you already "got yours" earlier remember? That was the deal we made when we decided to keep the family together" Paul said tiredly. A strange sound of something being dragged could be heard before the unmistakable sounds of a vibrator filled the quiet, "Use this and let me sleep. We already agreed no more sex between us. The kids don't even know I came to terms with who I really am, so you need to keep up your part of the bargain. Now.....let....me...sleep."
Jon could hear a shuffling around and a few brief footsteps before a mattress spring creaked. He heard a gasp, followed by several quiet sobs of sadness as the sound of the vibrators buzz changed every few seconds. With everything he'd just heard, his imagination began running wild. What did his father mean by "deciding to keep the family together" he wondered.
A muffled gasp pulled him from his thoughts. Though quiet, it was clear enough that he knew that his mother was bringing herself close to orgasm with a vibrator. He felt so conflicted as he felt his cock start to swell, causing his basketball shorts to tent out in front of him. Without thinking his right hand pushed his waistband down a fraction, just enough for his cock to spring free. His left hand reached out to the side and steadied himself on the wall as he began stroking himself outside his parents' bedroom door.
The steady gasps of pleasure his mother had released began to change into more rapid ones. An occasional groan escaped her lips as she started whispering, "Please....please....oh let me please.....I need it...." Jon began to quietly piston his hand up and down his shaft to her pleas for release. He knew firsthand how tight her pussy was, how wet and hot that it felt to be gripped inside her. His mind replayed the night, and he lingered on the feeling of that last thrust into her from behind. His cock erupted in his hand as his mind remembered what the exact sensation was like bursting inside her from behind.
Several large streams of semen burst forth, coating his fingers and hand as he kept jacking himself. In the back of his mind, he thought he heard the faintest of gasps. As he started to come down, he fell forward catching himself against the wall with an audible *thunk*. Without a thought he moved as quickly as he could without making a sound into the bathroom. He flushed the toilet in the dark, pretending he had just peed. He then turned on the sink and begin to rinse his hands with his cock still hanging out.
After his hands were clean, he scooped some water into his palm and rinsed his slowly shrinking shaft before patting it dry with a nearby towel. Pulling his shorts back up, Jon made his way back into his room making sure to make sound from the bathroom to his door and closing it loudly. As he sat down on his bed, he shook his head in confusion. Just what the hell is going on??
Jon lay back on his bed and shifted to get comfortable as the analog clock kept ticking. Just as his eyes started to close, they shot back open. In between the ticks of the secondhand, he distinctively heard that same soft *click* from before. Unable to take any more, he buried his face into his pillow and tried to block out the world until he finally fell asleep.
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The smell of bacon and coffee fill the air accompanied by the sounds of the hissing frying pan. Jon groggily opens his eyes and can hear voices coming from the kitchen downstairs. He manages to crawl out of bed with a groan before slowly trudging down the stairs and into the kitchen. Janice is at the stovetop, cooking up eggs, bacon, and sausage for the family while Paul sits at the kitchen table with his daughter Amy.
