Page 48 of Best Wrong Thing

“Oh, sneaky. I love it.”

“I was on my bed with my dick in a sock, and a magazine on my chest, pumping away with my hand, and Mum walked in to tell me her car had a flat and did I want her to put some laundry on while she waited for a taxi to take her to work.”

I burst out laughing. “No! She said all that without noticing what you were doing?”

“Oh, she noticed. She stared at me. I stared at her. She walked out. We never talked about it again, and after that, she always knocked before coming into my room.”

“I should hope so too. Did you at least finish jerking off after?”

“No. My cock wilted like old lettuce. After that, I made damned sure my parentsweren’tin the house. I was fucking traumatised.”

I can’t stop laughing. My shoulders, chest, and stomach shudder and shake. I press my face against his chest, trying to get a grip on myself.

“It’s not that funny,” Jacob mutters.

“It is,” I say between wheezes. I take deep breaths until I manage to calm down.

“Your turn,” Jacob says in a sulky tone.

“Mine’s similar, except I was doing it under a sheet. Mum walked in. I froze. She looked at the penthouse created by my hard dick. She walked out.”

“That was it?”

“Oh, no. It gets worse.”

“How?”

“Over dinner, she told me she’d get me a subscription to a gay porn site if I wanted one, and she’d gone out and bought me a couple of gay magazines from the top shelf.”

Jacob gasps. “She didn’t.”

“She did.”

“How old were you?”

“Seventeen.”

“Did-did you take her up on her offer?”

“Fuck, no. I didn’t take the magazines either. I guess she was trying to be a cool mum or something.”

“Wow.”

I lean over Jacob and nuzzle his nose. “Now I’ve lightened the tone, are we going on holiday with my mum and your dad?”

He sighs. “I guess so.IfI can take the time off work.”

Chapter 13

Jacob

“Guess who’s in town for twenty-four hours?”

Is that why Rex is calling at six a.m.?

“You?” I ask in a hopefully not-too-groggy voice.

“Bingo. I’m travelling from Hong Kong to Thailand via Leeds.”