Becoming My Mother's Lover Read Free

if he were trying to think of what to say, then pointed at the small screen door behind us.
    “You know the little tiny sun room right there?”
    “Yeah, I used to hide in there all the time when we’d play hide and seek.”
    “Yeah, you were really clever,” Dad said and laughed when I rolled my eyes.
    “So what about it?” I asked.
    “I want you to go in there at eleven thirty tonight, and wat…”
    “There’s no light in there.” I pointed out.
    “I know, you won’t need it.” He paused again, then continued softly, “Look this is going to sound weird, but I want you to go in there and wait and…watch.”
    “What am I watching?” I was confused, were the meds getting to him?
    “You’ll see, but here’s where you promise me something.”
    “What?”
    “That no matter what you see, you keep watching. You don’t look away or close your eyes, you watch.”
    “Why do I feel a joke coming on?”
    “No joke and I want your word.” Dad said pointing at me.
    “You have it dad.”
    “Good now remember, no welching, you’re making a promise to a dying man.”
    “Dad, stop that I…”
    “I mean it Jason. Trust me you’re going to think I’m nuts and there’s something wrong with me later, but you need to keep your word, because it has a lot to do with our conversation tomorrow.”
    “Hey, whatever you want dad.”
    “Good.” Dad clapped my shoulder, then gave me a wicked smirk, “Now I’m going to go downstairs and see if your Mom’s still parading around in that bikini.” He sighed, “Have to get while the getting is good these days.”
    It was an offhand remark, but one that hit me hard. Making sure dad had gone downstairs; I put my head down on the deck and let the tears flow.
     
     

Chapter Two
    I sighed and flipping open my phone looked at the time, it was quarter to midnight and I wondered what the hell I was doing sitting there. The ‘reading room’ as we called it wasn’t a lot bigger than a closet with a little sun roof and a screen door that faced the deck, and I felt like an idiot sitting there in the dark. I’d gone out on the deck at eleven fifteen to take in the smell of the water and look at the full moon.
    I had looked to the left and at the end of the beach saw a large bon fire in front of the beach house that Tammy was staying in. There were several guys and girls out there laughing and carrying on. I wondered if Tammy were by herself or had found some other cute cabin resident to hang out with.
    Although I’d had no issue promising Dad that this week would be about family, I watched longingly for a few minutes. They were all having a blast as I should be. I’m sure none of them were dealing with the impending death of their parent. I shook that thought off; I was working hard not to be bitter. Dad had always told me that something good always came out of something bad and love could often spring from tragedy.
    I’d then gone and sat in the room where a half hour later I was really starting to feel as if Dad had just put one over on me. What the hell was I supposed to be watching? The cabins on either side of us were in darkness and the moon was only half full. The tide was low and there were no fireworks scheduled. I figured I was supposed to see this alone as Mom and Dad had gone to bed early. These days Dad didn’t make it much past nine o’clock and I’d made the connection that if Mom went soon after it meant he was up for something.
    I was pretty sure he was up for something tonight and figured mom had been going for that effect. From the tiny bikini she was wearing, Mom had changed into a pair of tight denim shorts that were so tiny I could see the cheeks of her ass.
    On top she was wearing a little white tank top that left her stomach bare and was tight to the point I could see her nipples, because to my surprise she was not wearing a bra. That became painfully obvious at dinner as she sat across from me and I had to keep looking away from her. Between