Good God

Upon entering the room, her nostrils were filled with the aroma of sex. It was her room and God knows she hadn’t been with a man in years. That left the only other person who lived with her to be the culprit. Her son was supposed to be at a friend’s house for the weekend, but he obviously wasn’t. 1

The springs in her bed squeaked terribly, almost drowning out other noises coming from beneath the covers.2

She thought about clearing her throat and turning the light on. She also thought about simply turning away. The most prevalent thought in her mind, however, was that they had better be using a condom.3

Though, as it seemed they were enjoying themselves, there was probably no condom involved at all. She closed her eyes and shook her head. Good God, she thought, I’ll have to burn the sheets. 4

She couldn’t help but wonder how many other times her son had snuck his girlfriend into the house. She’d burn all the sheets just to be safe.5

She also wondered whether or not she should let her son know that she’d walked in on him. It would be terribly awkward for her and her son should the event be made public. She wondered if this should simply be something that the child thought he got away with. It would be extremely embarrassing for the pair of them in bed if she should announce her presence.6

A few moments passed and the bed still squeaked. The girl still seemed to be enjoying herself. She remembered the virgins she’d been with and never had they lasted more than a few moments. Jesus, her son had done this before.7

That led to another thought: she had once been a virgin herself. Oh, the hell it was to go through the first time. And the mess! Good God. This girl was obviously no virgin herself because, from the sounds of things, she seemed to know exactly what she was doing. 8

But what if he had had virgins over before? Those poor sheets!9

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All she saw was darkness, but she knew what was going on. She went back to her younger years and wondered whatever happened to her sex life. Was she no longer attractive? Was sex just for the young? Perhaps, she concluded, it was. 11

As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she noticed an empty condom package on the floor. Thank God. Then, she saw a rolled-up condom right next to the package. Son of a bitch.12

She left the doorway, resigning herself to the recliner in the living room. She would simply wait until they were through fooling around and then—. Well, she wasn’t quite sure what she’d do after that.13

A few minutes later, she wished she would have had a pair of ear plugs so that she could at least hear herself think. Jesus, people. 14

A few more minutes and they both came out of the room stark naked. They walked right by her without even seeing her. The girl was a pretty blonde who looked oddly familiar. She had a perfect smile but her hair was a mess. The boy was definitely her son. She dared not look upon either one of them much more. They made their way to the bathroom where she heard the shower run for no more than ten minutes. 15

This time, when they came out, at least they had towels on.16

“That was great,” the girl said.17

“Yeah,” he agreed.18

“My house tomorrow? My dad won’t be home.”19

“Sure. I’m there.”20

“Great!” she smiled, grabbing his hand.21

They got dressed and made their way to the front door. This time, she got a good look at the girl and almost threw up.22

Her son opened the door and held it for the girl. As they began to step out, she cleared her throat. Her son and the girl both stopped dead in their tracks.23

“Christ, Mom,” he said when he saw her.24

“Good God, Jeremy,” his mother said. “She’s your cousin!” 25