Page 85 of The Key Holder

“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.”