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Mathew and Kelly

Short story By: Mike Brennan

Tags: Sex, Kinky, Humor

They say you can't go home. You can, actually, but it may not be a good idea.

Submitted:Apr 14, 2008    Reads: 4,103    Comments: 4    Likes: 4   

"We're almost there", Matt said with a grin to Kelly, sitting the passenger seat of his car. She grinned back. In fact, in the six hours since his impetuous proposal in the Student Union cafeteria, neither of them has actually stopped grinning. Now, as they approached his parents' house, his grin got bigger and hers took on a tinge of doubt. Both were thinking of the same thing, but while he was looking forward to this surprise in-person announcement to his Mom and Dad, she was beginning to wonder if it was really a good idea.

As they got out of the car they could hear the thumping base of the Rock and Roll Matt's parents favored. The music got louder as they walked arm-in-arm up the sidewalk past the heavily draped front room windows. From the front porch Matt could recognize the song as Smoke on the Water. He used his key to let them in through the front door into the small foyer.

When they stepped from the foyer into the front room they were surprised to encounter Matt's father. The surprise was enhanced by the fact that his arms were held high over his head by chains that ran from cuffs at his wrists to hooks on the exposed beam in the ceiling. Aside from the cuffs the only things he wore was matching cuffs on his ankles, a collar, and a large pink ribbon around his genitals. His eyes were almost as big as the handball in his mouth.

As Matt and Kelly stood there staring at this unusual addition to the d├ęcor, Matt's mother walked in to the room from the kitchen carrying a glass of wine. And a riding crop. Wearing a black leather and red satin bustier, black garter belt holding up fishnet stockings, and spike heal leather boots. And, upon seeing the new arrivals, a shocked expression. The last guitar riff of the song ended, plunging the room into a thundering silence.

The silence stretched on with three out of the four people searching for the appropriate thing to say in this situation, and having little luck. Emily Post had given no guidance. At last Kelly cleared her throat, and all eyes went to her. She cleared her throat again. "Have we come at a bad time?"


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