20. Dylan #2
The sounds of his body slapping against mine, my breathless moans, and his grunts filled the cabin. The world outside didn’t matter anymore, just the rhythm of our bodies.
Knock knock knock.
We froze, panting, eyes wide as saucers. The spell was broken.
“Expecting another package?” I asked.
“Dylan?! Ford?!”
For fuck’s sake, it was my mom .
“Fuck,” Ford muttered, pulling out of my ass.
Damn.
“Just a minute!” I yelled. “I’m doing naked yoga.”
“Sounds fun, dear. I’ll wait out here.”
I threw all the underwear into the box and with our softening dicks flopping back and forth, we rushed upstairs to our bedroom.
After throwing the box on the bed, I immediately started getting dressed.
When Ford started doing the same, I said, “No, no, no. If we both go down there like this, it looks suspicious. We definitely look like we were just having sex.” I walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on.
“Come here, and get in the shower. She’ll think you were up here when she knocked, and it’ll help you look less like you were just fucking me. ”
“What about you?” Ford asked.
“I told her I was doing naked yoga, a rosy flush to my cheeks is only natural,” I reasoned.
“My dick in between your cheeks is what’s natural.”
“Not now!” I slapped his hand away. “Get in the goddamn shower.”
I dressed as quickly as I could and hurried down the stairs. Before the door was even fully open, I asked, “What are you doing here?”
“What a way to welcome your mother!” She said, pulling me into a hug. Despite being just over fifty, my mom still looked great. It was like she wasn’t even aging.
“Sorry, it’s just…a little unexpected.”
“I’m glad I knocked. Naked yoga, huh? Was that Ford’s idea?”
“No. Nope. Just me. He was upstairs when you got here. In the shower. He just got back from a run.”
“Oh, I remember his runs.”
It was then that I noticed we weren’t alone. “Uncle Brian?”
“Hey, kid.”
Of course, he had to call me that. “I’m an adult now, Brian.”
“I know, I know.”
“Just passing through?” I couldn’t for the life of me think of why the two of them would be here—together—but before either could answer, the door opened behind me and Ford joined us on the porch.
“Hey, brother.” Brian jogged over and they hugged.
“What are you doing here?” Ford asked, giving me a quizzical look. I just stared back; I didn’t have the answer.
Brian stepped back, took his baseball hat off, and scratched his head. “About that.”
“There’s no easy way to say this, so I’ll just be quick,” my mom interrupted him. “Brian and I are dating. We have been dating…for some time.”
“After the divorce?” I asked.
“Oh yeah! It’s, uh, a recent thing.” She pushed her hair behind her ear. “Started last year.”
Last year?
“Huh” was all Ford had to say. He still had his arms crossed, but like me, he didn’t seem upset. Maybe a little surprised? It was hard to tell.
“Any comments?” my mom asked. “From either of you?”
“With you two both being up here, we thought it was a perfect time,” Brian added.
Well, shit.
“Well, we don’t have to stand on the porch all day,” Ford said, gesturing inside. “Come on in, make yourselves at home.” I brought up the rear, and wondered how long they planned on staying here. “Beer, Bri?”
Brian nodded, snagging the offered bottle from Ford. "Thanks, man."
"Melissa, how about you? Beer or something else?" Ford offered, turning to her.
"Iced tea or lemonade, if you have it, please," my mom replied.
"Coming right up."
While Ford rummaged in the fridge, I reached for something stronger. "Margarita, anyone?"
"It's barely past noon."
I ignored the playful disapproval in her tone and shrugged. “I’m on vacation time, Mom. There are no rules.”
We moved to the living room and my mom settled onto the couch that I had been bent over only a few minutes before. That’s not awkward at all. I hoped to God I hadn’t dripped all over it.
“Is this where you were doing your naked yoga?” my mom asked.
“Yeah, right here.”
“And does Ford participate as well?” Brian asked.
I almost spit my drink out, but managed to choke down the sip.
“No,” Ford answered for me. “Dylan gives me a heads up. I like watching sports, and yoga, while interesting, doesn’t quite peak my interest.”
Oh, this was going nowhere fast. I caught Ford’s eye and nodded to the kitchen. “We’ll go grab some cheese and crackers…or something,” I said, standing up. “Wanna give me a hand, Ford?”
“Oh sure, I can help.”
I practically pushed my mom back down onto the couch. “We got it. Be right back.”
As soon as we were out of earshot, I dropped the light-hearted tone. “You were just balls deep inside of me, banging me all the way to dicktopia, right where my mom is currently sitting!”
“Dicktopia?”
I slapped his arm. “The couch, Ford!”
“I also noticed that. What do you want me to do about it? Tell her?”
“No.” But his joke gave me an idea. “But maybe now is a good time to tell them about us?”
“Really?” Ford did his usual lean-against-the-counter-arms-crossed-I’m-thinking pose. “Just rip the Band-Aid off?”
“No point in making it a bigger deal than it needs to be. We’re not doing anything wrong,” I said. “Plus they just dropped their secret relationship on us.”
“I can agree with that.” Ford smiled, then said, “Plus, I think you and I are both serious about this. We haven’t talked about it, but I…I want to keep seeing you after the summer’s over.”
“Was that not already obvious?” I walked over to him and put my hands on his chest. “You mean a lot to me, Ford. Of course we’re going to stay together after this; we’re talking about telling my mother, for crying out loud.”
“Okay, okay.” Ford uncrossed his arms, grabbed my hands and brought them to his lips for a kiss. “We hadn’t talked about it. I wasn’t sure.”
“You’re not getting rid of me that easily, sir.” I took a deep breath and started pulling him back to the living room. “Okay, let’s do this.”
“Hold it!” Ford let go of my hand. “You’re forgetting the snacks.”
Oh yeah. “Right. Snacks.”
We returned to their company with a plate of cheese, crackers, grapes and what was left of Ford’s almonds. It was a great sacrifice on his part. I joined my mom on the couch, and Ford parked on the ottoman.
He surprised me a little, when he cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention, and said, “Not sure if you noticed but, when you told us your news, neither Dylan nor I reacted much, and there’s a reason for that. We actually have some news as well.”
I wasn’t about to let him do it all himself—after all, it was my idea. “Ford and I are dating.”
My mom’s jaw dropped, and Brian choked on his beer. “Oh shit. I mean, oh.” His reaction wasn’t awful, but it wasn’t necessarily helpful either, not that it mattered much to me just now.
“Mom?” I asked, bracing himself.
“Sorry.” She blinked, processing the words, then let out a small, disbelieving laugh. “How long has this been going on?”
“It started this summer,” Ford answered.
“Oh, okay.” She said it slowly, almost to herself.
“Okay?” I expected a bit more than that.
She tilted her head back, her lips curving into a tender smile. “I mean, I can’t really be upset. I just came to tell my ex that I’m dating his brother, and now my ex is dating my son. It’s like Days of Our Lives here but I loved that soap, and I love both of you.”
Wow . A wave of relief swept through me. A glance at Ford showed me his perfect smile. Was it really going to be this easy? “You’re sure you’re okay with it?” I needed to hear it again.
“I just want my son to be happy, and you seem it. Are you?” she asked.
“Happy?”
She nodded.
“Very much, Mom. Ford is wonderful.”
“Well, everyone in this room knows that,” she said, laughing. “Now, come here.” She opened her arms for a hug, so I scooted over and collapsed on top of her, earning me a yelp.
“Love you, Mom.”
“Love you, too.”
The snack plate became less full as the conversation shifted away from our love lives and onto more generic topics.
Ford and I rehashed the unexpected storm that had caused my move into Ford’s bedroom—not that I mentioned that specific detail, but my memories of those nights, the exquisite torture of sleeping so close to him without being able to touch, was certainly vivid.
This led to an explanation of the repairs and, to my surprise, an honest confession from Ford about his jealousy over River’s flirtatious behavior.
My mom said something about my handsomeness, then added, “Your whole life you’ve always been beating guys off.”
It took Brian’s explosive spit-take for my mom to realize what she said.
A mortified blush crept up her neck. “With a stick!” she screamed, throwing her hands up in exasperation. “It’s an expression!”
But it was too late. We were already all dying from laughter.
My mom’s faux pas was like a final cleanse, replacing the awkwardness of earlier with a brand new reason for embarrassment. But I decided not to tease her mercilessly and let her off the hook by changing the subject. “Were you planning on staying for a few days?”
“Just one night, if that’s okay,” my mom answered, looking between Ford and me.
“Of course,” Ford said, his voice warm. “It’s your family’s cabin.”
“And we’re all family now,” I added, giving Ford’s hand a squeeze.
She seemed to hesitate, her gaze lingering on our joined hands, then asked, "Are you sure it’s not an imposition? I should’ve called, but I didn’t want to have to explain over the phone. Some things are just better in person."
"Not at all," I said, feeling more at ease than I had anticipated. “There’s plenty of room.”
“And a brand new bed,” Ford added.
More than once at dinner, I caught Ford's eye across the table and our mutual smiles felt celebratory instead of secret. The afternoon, once loaded with potential tension, had transformed into an effortless evening of food and family. Echoes of our rushed conversation in the kitchen filled me with a newfound happiness: Ford wanted to stay together. This wasn’t just a summer fling.
I still couldn’t believe my luck.
Later that night, we laid nestled together in bed, the cabin quiet except for the distant chirping of various nighttime creatures.
"Just so we're clear," I murmured, pressing a kiss to Ford's shoulder. "We are not having sex tonight. I love your cock, but I’m not going to ride it while my mom's downstairs."
“Okay.”
Okay? Where was the sarcastic quip? The teasing? I lifted my head, trying to read his expression in the dim light. He just looked...content.
“Since you’re such an expert at penile manipulation,” he said, his voice laced with feigned innocence, “how about you beat me off instead?”
“I knew that was coming!” I laughed softly, giving his nipple a playful pinch.
“Well, we’re certainly not cumming with your attitude.”
“Are you manipulating me into jacking you off?” I asked, though my hand was already inching lower.
“Is that your hand on my dick?” he countered, his voice a low, teasing growl.
“Maybe.” I felt the familiar hardness spring to life beneath my fingers.
There were some things I just couldn’t resist.