Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
That’s right. In broad daylight, the two of them are totally naked and wrapped around each other on a lounger. My mom’s massaging her lover’s broad back as he looms over her, facing away from me. Her legs are spread eagle as she kisses his bronzed throat hungrily before saying something indecipherable, and then his body begins to move. It’s quite a sight to see actually. Of course, I hate this man’s guts, but I have to admit that at least he’s toned and athletic. His back is broad and thick with muscle, and even I can see that the man’s ass is tight and firm as he pumps into my mother, her hands gliding up and down his back as she moans.
“Holy shit,” I whisper. “What the fuck?”
A choked gasp sounds from behind me, and I spin quickly to see tears dripping down Rudy’s chin.
“It’s like this every day,” he says in a broken voice. “Monica’s been with him for a couple months now, and they make love every day. Either by the pool or in the master bedroom. I can hear it,” he says, burying his face in his hands.
I turn to look at the scene outside, right in time to see the pool boy churning like a beast between my mom’s legs. Monica’s head is thrown back, and her blonde hair flows like a waterfall as her shrieks begin to grow in volume. Holy shit! Quickly, I twitch the curtains shut so that the ugly scene is out of sight before turning back to my dad.
“Don’t be sad, Dad. Get mad! Get angry about this! Assert your rights. You’re her husband and this shouldn’t be happening.”
Rudy merely sobs some more, his shoulders trembling as he continues to cry.
“But what do I say?” he says in a wail. “The pool boy’s built like an Olympian, whereas I’m this,” he says, gesturing at his big paunch. “I’m losing my hair, I’ve gained forty pounds, and no woman would want me now. Much less Monica,” he adds in a broken voice. “Not when she can get that.”
I snort even as the shrieks outside become louder and more rhythmic. Flesh slaps against flesh and my mom’s lover is murmuring something in a baritone, although we can’t make out the words.
“It doesn’t matter,” I snap. “Monica’s your wife and she shouldn’t be treating you like this. You’ve supported her your whole life, Dad! She’s never had a job for as long as I can remember, and she wasn’t much of a mom to me either, so don’t say that being a mom was her job. It wasn’t. She’s taking advantage of you, and we’ve got to stop this.”
My dad merely continues to sob while wiping at his runny nose.
“Yes, but how?” Rudy chokes out. “How do I get her to stop? Throw her out of the house? Leave this place myself? I can hardly step outside to do my laundry these days, much less face the wrath of your mother.”
“Yes, but you don’t have to face her wrath. She’s the one who should be facing your wrath, Dad. You have it backwards!”
My father merely continues to cry. My heart breaks as I observe his unhappiness. With his reddened nose, expanding waistline, and thinning hair, Rudy’s clearly no competition for the pool boy outside. But the thing is that my dad shouldn’t have any competition, period. After all, that’s what marriage is about, right? We all get old and wrinkled, but that doesn’t mean that you ditch your partner for a younger, shinier version. Instead, you stick by your vows, and Monica’s broken her promise. She deserves some payback, and I press my lips together as determination wells in my heart.
“Don’t worry, Dad. I’ll figure this out,” I say in a grim voice. “Leave it to me.”
Rudy sniffles as he wipes at his nose again.
“Yes, but how? As you can tell, your mother just doesn’t care anymore. Monica knows I’m in here. She knows I can hear when she and her boyfriend go at it at all hours of the night in the master bedroom. She even showers with him sometimes, and I find his products in the bathroom. Can you imagine that? There’s shaving cream and male deodorant sitting there on the shelf like he’s taken over as the man of the house. What do I do?”
At that moment, the sex outside reaches a climax. Monica lets out a long, breathy yelp as her lover grunts before slamming into her deep. Then, they both cry out, and there are some kissing and mewling noises before the sounds die out altogether. God, I hope they rot in hell because that’s what my mother deserves. She and the pool boy should be condemned to an eternity of torture because what the fuck? How can she do this to my dad? Doesn’t she have any decency?