This will make more sense if you read the earlier parts. Don't worry, they're fun, action packed, and build the tension. Read them first! Also, all characters are 18 years or older. Enjoy.
Wednesday evening the Higgins family sat around the dining room table. Bex moved her hands with animation as she told a story about computer class. She'd pause, every once in a while, to smile at Sam or give him a wink. Her knowing, blue-eyes twinkled. Her smile radiated throughout the room. Sam smiled back. The rock had outdone itself. He hadn't thought his relationship with Bex would ever be this good.
Joyce narrowed her eyes and looked from one of her children to the other. When there was a pause in the story, she said, "You two are getting along well."
"Sam's
really
matured lately, mom." Bex smiled at Joyce, carefree. "I sorta like hanging out with him."
Sam nodded, but didn't look at Joyce.
"Since you were little, the only time you two got along was when you were about to make trouble." Joyce took a dainty bite of Brussels sprout.
"Now, come on Joyce." Paul nudged his wife's arm with his elbow. "Let's not look a gift horse in the mouth."
Sam looked up at his mom. He watched her chew and swallow. If only his dad new what she'd been doing with that pretty mouth earlier in the day. How could she go from swallowing a flood of her son's cum, to sitting like she always did? There she was next to Paul, back straight in her chair, presiding over the family dinner. Sam wondered what it'd be like if he'd dumped a load inside her. How hot would it be to have her sitting there, queen of the family, slowly leaking cum into her panties? His face flushed at the idea, he looked down, and took another bite of meatloaf.
"No, you're right, honey." Joyce smiled at Paul. "I guess I'm just not used to all the harmony." She turned her warm smile to Bex. "I'm glad you two are getting along. Please, finish your story."
Bex glanced at Sam and kicked him under the table. The message was clear,
don't be so weird or mom will catch on to us.
Sam looked up and tried to act normal.
When Bex finished her story, Paul raised his hand. "Family, I have an announcement." He looked at each of them. "Mallory Stevens and her husband will be here for dinner on Saturday."
"Your new boss is coming here?" Sam had only seen Mallory Stevens once a couple months ago when he'd dropped by his dad's office with Joyce. She was new to the company. Sam's impression had been one of a woman that was tall, imposing, and pretty.
"She's my colleague, sport. Not my boss." Paul smiled helpfully at Sam.
"Sorry." Sam looked down at his plate and daydreamed. Mrs. Stevens had gorgeous copper-red hair, with freckles everywhere, and her skirt suit that day had hugged her slender hips. She had been kind to Sam, asking him questions about school. The more he thought about her, the more uncomfortable his pants became. Did those freckles really go everywhere? He adjusted in his seat.
Bex looked over at him, caught his discomfort, and rolled her eyes. Her expression was easy to read;
What is it this time, perv?
"... that's why I'll need you all to help with this dinner." Paul had been talking for a while. "It's important we make a good impression."
"It's going to go great, Paul. What should I make?" Joyce took a sip of wine.
"How about steak?" Paul said.
"I can do that." Joyce nodded and took another drink from her wine glass. Her shoulders bunched themselves in tense knots. A dinner with the boss was not a fun proposition.
"Great." Paul placed a hand on her arm. "It'll be fun." He looked down at Joyce's sleeve under his fingers. "Hey, I thought you were going to wear that shirt you have with the little sewn-in flowers tonight."
"The one with the embroidered roses?" Joyce's smile was all lips and no eyes.
"Yeah, for our ..." Paul looked over at the children. "... special evening." He cleared his throat. "Because Wednesday's are always special in this house."
"Oh, brother." Bex dropped her face into her hands.
"Sorry, dear." Joyce glanced at Sam and then back to Paul. "I ... um ... got a stain on it today."
"Oh, well." Paul rubbed Joyce's arm. "No problem. This shirt looks just amazing on you anyway." He winked at Sam.
"Nice one, dad," Sam said.
"Do you think we should invite some friends over for the dinner with Mallory?" Joyce poured herself some more wine. "You know, to ease the social pressure a little."
"Good idea. Invite the Singhs. I haven't seen Raj in a little while." Paul went back to work on his sprouts, happily munching away.
"Okay." Joyce's face blanched. Those weren't the friends she'd had in mind. They would add all sorts of perverse complications to an already stressful evening. But Joyce didn't know how to rescind the idea. She gulped some more wine.
"Great." Paul stopped chewing and looked at Joyce. "And I didn't really want to say anything, but I've noticed things around the house have been a little more messy than usual. Busy week?"
Joyce coughed and looked away from Paul. "Um, yes, dear. Busy."
"No problem." Paul smiled, blissfully ignorant. "I'll come home early and help you clean on Friday. We'll have this place looking slick by Saturday night."
"I'll help too, dad," Sam said.
"Meh." Bex shrugged.
"Great!" Paul clapped his hands and rubbed them together. "We're going to nail this Mallory dinner thing."
"Your boss won't know what hit her." Sam smiled.
"Colleague," Paul said. "She's my colleague."
"Right, dad," Sam said.
~~
After school on Thursday, Sam found Mrs. Singh and Joyce sitting at the kitchen table. He was hoping to find them all over each other with clothes strewn all about the room, but it wasn't so.
"Hi, mom. Hi, Mrs. Singh." Sam dropped his backpack on the linoleum floor.
