“I have the ability to make your Mother go beet red at the drop of a hat,” Dad bragged smugly, trying to be sly, knowing I knew exactly what he meant.
“Just go, William,” Mom urged, clearly embarrassed.
“See you soon, son,” Dad said.
“It was a real pleasure meeting you, Kevin,” Portia said, stressing the word pleasure and slyly squeezing my dick as she sashayed past me.
“The pleasure was all mine,” I returned, as they headed out.
As soon as the door was closed, Mom asked, “Did you actually have fun at the lake, Kevin?”
“Surprisingly, yes,” I nodded. “I learned a lot.”
“Like what?” Mom asked skeptically.
“How to fish,” I said, before adding, my explanation dripping with hints, “For example, when it comes to fishing, it’s all about the rod.”
“Not the lure?” Mom asked.
“The rod is the lure,” I said bluntly.
“Oh, okay,” she said, not understanding what I was talking about. “Supper will be ready in twenty.”
“I’m going to take a shower,” I said.
“I thought you already did that,” Mom said.
“Oh, um,” I babbled, never a good liar. “Sorry, yeah, I ended up chatting with Portia.”
“You’re almost the same age, so that makes sense,” Mom said, taking a shot at Dad.
“And she goes to Harvard,” I revealed, where I planned to be a year from now.
“No way,” Mom said.
“Yep,” I nodded.
“I figured she was more of a Trump University kind of girl,” Mom said.
I shrugged, another hint that she wouldn’t catch onto, “Looks can be deceiving.”
“I guess so,” Mom said. “Sorry, I’m being snarky.”
“It’s okay, I’m guessing Dad really gave it to you out back.”
“Pardon?” Mom asked, her eyes going wide, her cheeks returning to her previous just-fucked red.
“Doesn’t he always give you the gears about how you parent me?” I asked innocently.
“Oh, yes,” Mom nodded, “he was his usual brazen controlling self.”
“I’m learning he usually gets what he wants,” I said.
“That he does,” Mom sighed.
“Why would you say that?” I asked. “It seems you’re the one person he can’t get, at least not anymore.”
“Oh honey,” she said, pulling me in for another hug. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Mom,” I said, wondering if there was any way she could become my first conquest.
That night, thinking of Dad’s older woman thing… and my own fetish for older women… girls my age were so shallow and insipid I could barely stand to talk to them (although truth be told, they could barely stand to talk to me either).
I thought of my principal… but wasn’t sure how to go about fucking her.
There was the librarian at the local library. She wasn’t pretty, but she had big tits and always wore a skirt and pantyhose.
There was our next-door neighbour Mrs. Dieks, who was always sunbathing out back, never naked, but she was in my fantasies… and it seemed Dad had fucked her already… unless he was just fucking with Mr. Dieks.
Of course Ms. Chan seemed like a sure thing, but not so much a conquest as a cum deposit… which sounded both convenient, and yet still kind of unbelievable. She was such an intelligent, sweet woman who just oozed kindness and had always given me the impression she was wiser than she let on.
Then there was Mrs. Walker, a teacher from another school in the district, who was hot, who also always wore nylons, and who I would see next weekend when I tutored her son on the math part of the SAT’s.
There was also Ms. Watson, a teacher who had come out as a lesbian, but she was likely not a first conquest… or a second… but rather a major challenge for down the road if I inherited my Dad’s seduction abilities.
And, although I knew it was wrong, there was my Mom. With all the Intel my father had given me I now knew she was submissive, loved sucking cock, took it in the ass and particularly loved big, fat cock. On top of that, she always wore nylons. Plus of course, she was at home, often no more than an arm’s reach away.
That said, the idea of incest was hot, but it was just a fantasy. But was it an unachievable one?