Warning: The sacred bonds of marriage continue to be violated in this piece. If that is an off-putting story element, please read no further.
Characters have unreal beauty and unlikely stamina. It's a fantasy after all. That's how I roll.
Vote. Comment. Be honest, but please be kind at the same time.
Skin in the Game, Part 2
Roy Halliday was careful not to disturb his wife, Leanne, as he climbed out of bed. If you were to ask him why, he would say he wanted her to get enough sleep so she could feel good. That would be less than half the truth.
He went into the attached bathroom, closed the door and started brushing his teeth. He enjoyed the tranquility of being alone in the quiet bathroom, though he would hesitate to admit it. As Roy started shaving, he heard Leanne stirring. He tried to suppress his feelings of annoyance.
So much for peace and quiet.
She was giggling in the attached bedroom. Irritation gave way to curiosity. He peeked into the bedroom.
"Jay?" he gaped at the sight before him. "What are you doing in your mother's and my bed?
Leanne was beaming and giggling. Was their son was tickling her under the sheets? Both were under the comforter, except for Jason's head nuzzling into the auburn locks at the back of Leanne's.
Jason blew her hair out of his face, and looked up at his half-shaven father. "I had a nightmare. Mom was cancelling our trip to the cabin. I needed to cuddle up and make sure she wouldn't make that bad dream come true."
The red-headed mommy squealed and wriggled beneath the sheets. "Okay! I promise, Jason! The trip is on! Hee hee." Whatever their son was doing beneath the sheets stopped as Leanne closed her eyes and smiled. She hummed, soothed.
Roy stared at them for a moment. He opened his mouth to ask what the hell was wrong with them, but then he held back. Leanne always did enjoy cuddling. Roy had to admit he'd lost his taste for it. Whatever. Different strokes for different folks, right? At least they were being quiet. He might still have a chance at a quiet and calm morning.
If I leave them alone, they might leave me alone.
He didn't want to face such thoughts. He rationalized that at least they were getting along again -- better than ever as far as he could tell. They seemed to be having some kind of friction the last week or two. He wasn't sure, though. He'd had other things to think about.
"Mmmm. Don't worry, Roy," Leanne assured him without opening her eyes. We'll keep it quiet while you get ready for work. We know how much you enjoy a calm morning to start your day."
Roy figured he couldn't ask for more than that, so he ducked back into the bathroom to shave the other half of his face.
He heard them shifting in his bed in the other room. There was an occasional whisper. Leanne made a half-stifled chuckle, but then immediately spoke in a normal voice. "We must stay quiet as long as your father is here and getting ready for work, Jay. Snuggle with me and keep quiet now, so he can get ready in peace."
Roy smiled at his reflection. Leanne was getting weirder by the day. But at least she was keeping the family calm and quiet as he liked. She's always made the family a priority. But what the hell was Jay doing climbing into their bed at his age? He wasn't a little kid anymore!
"Whatever," Roy said to the clean shaved man in the mirror. He clamped his mouth shut and left the bedroom to head downstairs.
If I'm honest with myself, I don't care. I'm sure Leanne will straighten him out. Let her worry about it. I want to get to the office, and make sure Simmons has nailed down those contracts.
With that, Roy Halliday's mind was out the door; followed closely by his feet.
***
Jay lay spooning against his mother's sculpted back. He was still and quiet as she had asked. He hadn't gotten a glimpse of what she was wearing, but his hands had already told him that it was a lacy two piece.
They heard the front door close.
Jay forced himself to remain still. After about ten seconds, his mother's firm ass pushed back against his erection.
"Hmm. Is there something you wanted, Mom?"
"I was checking that you hadn't fallen back to sleep."
He ran his wide palm up her flat stomach. Once he had a good grip on his mother's chest, he pulled her tight against his own. At the same time, he jutted his morning wood against her buns of steel. She made a happy hum and swiveled her ass back against him.
Her head turned in his direction. In her profile, her cheeks were high and round, which meant that she was smiling. "Oh, my big boy is up, all right," she cooed. She felt her son's grip on her tits tighten. "Hmmm, you haven't changed your mind since last night."
"No. Everything we did last night left me more convinced than ever. Seems you still see things my way."
"Yes. You were very persuasive. In fact, I did what you asked."
"What's that?"
"I put on something pretty for you."
"I can feel it." He started running his hands all over her hard body, always keeping them out of the thin underwear.
"Your father didn't see it, of course." His mouth was on the side of her neck, so she tilted her head to grant him the best access. "But that's good, right? I didn't wear this naughty underwear for him, did I?" Jason's arms tightened around her, nearly squeezing the breath out of her. That boner felt huge and solid against her backside. "Do you want to see, baby? Do you want to throw off the covers and see what Mommy put on for you?" His legs started kicking at the comforter, trying to reveal his mother's scantily clad body. She giggled at his wild movements, "It's a little slutty, but you don't mind if I get a little slutty for you, do you sweetheart?"
"Looks great from here," he said over her shoulder. "Let me see the whole package."
