“Hi Susan…have you got a minute?” I asked, already taking the door, stepping in before she could gather her wits and try closing it. “Expecting someone?” I asked, now taking notice of her attire, which she only then realized after her initial shock at seeing me instead of June, and suddenly making an effort to try and cover herself.
“I…I was yes…let me,”
“Don’t bother…this will only take a minute,” I informed her, stepping in the rest of the way, closing the door behind me as I did, though even then she stood looking frantically for something to throw over herself. “Nice outfit,” I said then. “Are you in the habit of wearing things like that around the house? Or are you indeed really expecting someone?”
It was funny watching her actually glance out the front window as though she was, worriedly so from the looks of it, almost panicked.
“Why are you here?” she then asked, giving up on trying to find anything in which to cover her nearly exposed breasts that were half falling out of the almost too small corset she was wearing.
I smiled, not yet ready to let on as to my real reason for being here. I wanted to drag this out a little yet…watch her nervously squirm, especially in what she was wearing.
“Maybe we should sit down and have a little chat,” I informed her, taking delight in the sudden panic showing in her eyes. I then purposely led her over towards the couch, taking a seat next to her.
“About what?” She asked nervously, once again glancing out the front window as though expecting someone.
“About you…fucking my son.”
“What?”
I was loving this, actually seeing her as she at first attempted to deny it. “I overheard him on the phone just a little over an hour ago, talking to one of his friends, bragging to him how he would soon be on his way over here to do just that,” I now told her. Once again seeing the paleness of her face as the color all but drained away. “Is that who it is that you’re actually waiting for?” I asked, looking out the window myself as I did before turning back around to face her, giving her a harsh stare and determined look. “Well? Is it?”
“Brad…I can explain,” she stammered though I knew she was scrambling for something that would make any sense, though she suddenly tried to cover herself with her hands as though that would make any difference now after what I’d just asked her.
“I certainly hope so,” I said, interrupting her. “Because June certainly couldn’t.”
“You…you, spoke to June?” If she’d turned pale before, she was even more so now, the color almost entirely drained from her face. But the real funny part was, I knew damn well she was worried about the rest of it. So far, I was only letting one that I knew about her and June, and not at all about my wife’s involvement with her as well. Or about the three of them.
“I did yes…and I guess I should tell you…he won’t be coming over here obviously. But I felt that I should, so that you and I could have a little chat about that, don’t you think?”
Susan looked like she was about to faint. Her mouth opened, closing, as she fought with trying to come up with any words to say.
“I thought maybe…I should come over here and find out first hand for myself what it was he was telling his friend all about, you know…maybe after doing that, I’d have a much better understanding myself about what it is made you decide to start fucking my son…your nephew. I mean…the way he was going on and on about the way you sucked his cock made me curious about it myself.”
“What?”