“I Gave At The Office”

No matter how cool you think you are about things when you are a teenager, there are limits to coolness. Take when a seventeen year old guy walks into his mother’s office unannounced and sees her sucking her boss off you tend to blow it yourself – figuratively speaking, of course.

Kids know their parents fuck. If they don’t know, they are clueless as George W. Somehow I figured they both slowed down in their thirties and probably stopped entirely by the time they reached fifty. Teens have personal worldviews and many times reality need not apply for admittance.

I was aware my dad’s brother, Uncle Mark, was in his fifties and had a cute little twenty-something for a bed warmer. It was just I never thought of him actually screwing her.

My great awakening was when I decided to surprise Mom and take her to lunch. I only had three classes that Friday and decided to spend a little quality time with Mom. Mom and I both got surprised big time and “quality” did not apply to the time I had that afternoon.

I got out of class at eleven-thirty and took the bus across town from Community College to Mom’s place of work, Erickson Construction. She was head of purchasing, with a secretary of her own and everything.

I waved hi to Brenda, the receptionist and went back to Mom’s office. Brenda knew who I was and waved me on through. Elise, Mom’s secretary was not at her desk. I walked past her desk and opened the door to Mom’s office.

“Mom, I want to take you to … shit!” She was naked and on her knees. Mister Erickson stood in front of her, also naked. His wrinkled old butt cheeks sagged down behind him and his potbelly rested on Mom’s forehead.

You notice how in times of extreme surprise a person tends to note little irrelevant details? For some reason I noticed his cock was not all the way hard and his balls hung down low. His pubic hair was as gray as the hair on his head, what little he had left. It was not a pretty sight.

Now Mom was not all that much a snuggle bunny herself. She was thirty-six, spread a little around the belly and butt and maybe twenty pounds overweight. No gray hairs on her pussy, though. Okay, so she was my mother; she was also a naked female. Eyes saw naked before head reminded me she was my mother.

I heard a loud slurping noise as she sucked and he jerked his dick out of her mouth at the same time. “What the hell?” he exclaimed.

“Oh, Mom said in a weak voice.”

I turned around and beat feet out of there. Our house was up in the southeast part of Salt Lake City called the “Benches.” It cost a fortune to own up there. Numb, shocked, in mental limbo barely began to describe what I felt. I walked home from Downtown Salt Lake and tried to get a handle on things.

It was seven o’clock before I got home. Dad was gone to a meeting somewhere. He was a salesman for one of the big business systems companies and attended meetings where he could network and “enhance sales prospects.” That’s a polite way of saying he was a consummate ass kisser who made the big bucks kissing ass. One sale a year was all it took to keep him out of the food stamp line.

Mom was home. She had been crying and her makeup was running down her cheeks. She looked serious and scared when I came in the front door.

“And how was your day?” I asked. I felt angry, hurt and betrayed.

“Bobby, we need to talk,” she told me.

“About what? Don’t you know it’s not polite to talk and eat at the same time?” I paused a half beat and added, “Oh, right now you don’t have anything in your mouth. So talk.”

She slapped me a hard one. “Don’t you dare treat me with disrespect. I am still your mother.” She glared at me and waited for me to apologize.

“Are you sure you’re my mother? Do you know who my father is or is there a hatful of names and I just pick one at random and say, ‘That’s the dude.’ Is that it?” Right then I hurt real bad and I wanted to share the hurt with the one who caused that hurt.

“To be honest, the choice is limited to two men, the man I married and my lover, Carl Erickson.” She looked me straight in the eye for a moment, and then looked down at the floor.

“Well, I guess I could call Mister Erickson ‘Daddy Two,’ huh? Maybe I ought to call over to his house and tell Missus Erickson, ‘Hi this is Bobby. Let me speak to my dad.’

Her face paled. “Oh my god, don’t you dare even think of it. Do you realize the damage you could cause, the hurt to innocent people?”

“You mean, like a clueless son who sees his mom with a fat old bastard’s cock in her mouth? Is that the kind of innocent you are talking about?”

“You are making this so hard.” The tears started up again.

“Well, I’m sure as hell not hard. Let’s tell Dad and see if he gets hard.” I decided not to cut her any slack at all.

“Robert,” she told me through the tears, “Right now you have the ability to destroy five lives, counting yours and two marriages as well. Is that what you want?”

“Truthfully?” I tried to answer and broke down, “Oh Mom, how could you?”

I started blubbering. “I don’t know what I want. This is fucked.”

“Let’s go in the living room and talk,” she told me in a quiet voice. She thought a moment, “Let me freshen up.”

I nodded and went in and sat on the couch.