Jon and his father's ride home was quiet, but that was nothing new for the pair. They normally rode in silence, as they did not have much to talk about. Jon drove, which was a little unusual, and his father stared listlessly out the window. The younger of the two found himself wondering for the for the first time what his father could be thinking, wishing he had some way to bridge the gap.
Soon they were home and Jon put the thoughts from his head. Richard, Jon's dad, bounded into the house while Jon picked up the mail from the box on the curb. Flipping through the seemingly endless bills he sighed. There was never an end to it. He felt some stress in the fact that he wanted to help pay for the bills but spent all his time at school. Maybe he could get a part-time job.
Walking into the house he was greeted by his mother. Woah. How long had she been so hot? Had he been living with such a fox this whole time and not noticing? It wasn't only lust he was feeling, either. His affection seemed very different. He loved his mother in a way that he never had before. A deeper way. He felt a strong connection.
"Hey babe," he said before he caught himself. His mother blushed and giggled.
"The doctor had warned us that things like this might happen. It's alright, Jon, you know I love you no matter what."
She leaned in and kissed him on the forehead as she had thousands of times before. This time, however, Jon instinctively grabbed her ass and pulled her into him. The feel of her body against his felt so right that he held her there, hoping she'd kiss more than his forehead.
"Gross," Richard said, coming out of the kitchen eating and apple, "You two make me sick. I'm going upstairs."
With Jon's dad gone, Jon and his mother disengaged and shared a knowing look. Well, Jon gave his mother a knowing look; the look his mother gave him was one of confusion. The boy knew he should feel more confusion that he did, but his father's decisive personality had little room for confusion, and it seemed to have lots of room for Jon's mom.
