The alarm was blaring. It was zero five thirty as my husband said. Last day of the work week, it was Friday. I crawled out of bed, the fog of sleep fading as I returned to the real world. He was still sleeping, he slept through anything. If it wasn't for me he'd have never graduated. He would have slept through every class. Now, he's lead engineer at the company we work for, a brilliant designer, because I wake him up every morning.
"James! James! James wake up"
He was on constant medication for his spinal injury. He was a good man, a strong man that always supported and did what our family needed. He was the best husband and father a woman could ask for. Unfortunately the injury to his spine was to his lower lumbar. His ability to have... intercourse was very limited. He always slept well though because he was drugged up at night.
I walked over to his side of the bed. This was a pretty normal morning. I softly slapped his face.
"James... Wake up..."
He eyes slowly opened. No matter what I did to him in the morning, he never woke with anger. He'd seen enough violence in his service. He creaked a smile at me as he rejoined the world of the waking.
"Hey babe..."
He was drooling. I couldn't help but laugh. He smiled, that tough strong smile I had loved since the day I met him.
"It's TGIF, let's go!"
He nodded and rolled over. He slept on his back but couldn't sit up from that position due to his injury. He rolled to his side and started waking his legs. I went the bathroom as he struggled to restore functionality to his lower body. It took time every morning. It was the sacrifice he paid for his country. He never complained, he never used it for an excuse. He just dealt with it. He was such a good man. I watched him as I brushed my teeth.
The injury had affected him more than most people know. His ability to have intercourse was nearly nonexistent. The act and motions compressed his spine in a way that killed any erection he could have. Even medication didn't help much. We rarely got intimate but love goes beyond that and we had that type of love.
He stood now, his body slowly awakening. He looked at me with those big brown eyes, he loved me so much. We didn't exchange any words, just a smile. It was more powerful than words when you know someone that deeply.
James limped into the room, his right leg always failed him in the mornings. He did the man thing and slapped his cock out and began filling the toilet. He drank a lot of water, trying to work out and stay strong as best he could. Sometimes, just to tease him I would time how long he would piss in the mornings. He was done now, not a record setter today as I heard the toilet flush. He joined me at our dual sinks.
He was a good man and he had no idea what was happening. I couldn't let him find out. It would crush him. After last night, I knew what I had to do. As much as I loved him, James was a man's man in public but a nerdy guy at heart who would never pick up on such things.
April wanted to change her place at the table, she looked to Joe first when James asked her about her boyfriend. Joe quickly defended her, that much wasn't unusual but the confidence he showed, knowing who this mysterious guy was exposed him. Standing strong before James with confidence. That's when I knew. My daughter had seduced my son. I was convinced. Her eyes betrayed her. She was now looking at him in a way only lover's look at each other. He returned the look. Subtle but there. I had to do something.
My mind was racing, I had the basic idea of what I would do but I had no idea how it would play out. It was 0612 and he was almost done, I hadn't left our bathroom. It was time for my ruse.
"Catherine, it's late, you better get dressed. We need to hit the road."
He was facing away, putting on his business attire. This was it.
"James... I need to call in today... I'm not feeling well..."
I fired up the shower stripping nude and stepped in. A quick shower to give him the illusion of something strange.
I could feel his alarm through the wall. He was a warrior for his family but he was a typical man. This would be swift and simple.
"Catherine, are you okay, do you need to go to..."
I mustered my sternest voice.
"Jim... it's not like that..."
I heard him pause. He stopped; quick in his tracks. He knew not to test this voice. He knew he was out of his league.
"Woman thing?" he asked concerned.
I felt bad for deceiving him but there wasn't any other way.
"Yes James, I'll call in sick today and try to show up late. I'm okay and they will need you there for the Hazleton project especially if I can't make it for the morning meeting."
This logic was sounds but he was a protective man and I could feel his resistance, he wanted to be by my side. He was hesitating.
"James Rowe! I'm fine. Go to work, I will show up late. I just need, some time."
I felt him, his resistance giving in through the wall.
"I hope you feel better. I'll take care of things at work. Don't worry, I'll call in for you. Take your time..." he trailed off wanting to do more. He stood there for several minutes. I felt his presence. He didn't want to leave my side. He was a good man, an honorable man. I felt terrible for lying to him but this could only be addressed in one way. Hesitantly, knowing there was nothing more to do, he left. I heard the garage door open, his car start. It was six thirty two. His car pulled out and the garage door slowing began its decent. I took a deep breath and emerged from the shower and drying myself off.
I didn't have a full plan yet but I figured I had time. As I finished drying my body I heard the distinct sound of April's door opening. I froze.
Oh no, not this soon.
The sounds were easy to trace, she went straight down the hall to our son's bedroom and entered.
I panicked. I snatched up the night gown still hanging there and wrapped it around my body. It was terribly thin and inappropriately translucent but I wasn't thinking straight.
I hustled into my room... panties! I threw open my dresser drawer... the white ones caught my eye strangely so I slipped on the mesh thong. I creeped out of my room in silence. I had to surprise them... I silently crossed the house and ever so quietly creeped up the stairs. I was almost there, I could hear voices... were they just talking? Had I overreacted?
I moved ever so silently to the door, it was just barely ajar. I peered in, my anxiety over taking me. I was sure they could hear the pounding of my heart trying to escape my chest.
I peered through the gap, slowly my eyes adjusted... there was my daughter, sitting close to him. The thin white sheet covering them as they faced each other. She was wearing a very tight white tube top which I could see from the back. Cotton panties covering her butt. Their voices now clear.
"So do you want me too...?" April was asking, seductively. "...borrow another pair of her panties?"
"I already put the white ones back but..."
White ones? Panties? It hit me, that's why they stood out. The white mesh thong was out of place. I was now wearing them. What happened with my panties?!
I focused again, looking closer at what was happening. I saw the motion of their arms. Pleasing themselves as they faced each other under the sheet. They weren't having sex. Mutual masturbation is wrong but my plan, to catch them in the act... I was frozen.
