One-Shot 13: Moaning

There were some nights when Jacob was sitting alone in the darkness that he heard strange things. Usually in night he would listen to the sound of trees rustling in the wind or the sound of an far off owl hooting, or when it was summer the crickets chirping.

But there were some nights when he listened to the creaking of a metal frame of the bed and moaning. Sometimes the moaning and grunting was soft, sometimes it was loud. Sometimes at random times it would stop and all would be quiet in the house except for quiet whispers that he couldn't make out.

When it first happened it scared him. He wondered to why somebody or something was moaning and grunting. Were they in pain? Were they just there to scare him? He hid under his blankets the first time for protection, a dagger that his Dad gave him clutched in his little boy hands.

The grunting and the moaning and the screaming started to get louder. He hid more under the covers and then the moaning and grunting got really loud and it was held for longer than the other groans and moans. He covered his ears and dropped the dagger and closed his eyes, hoping that the covers wouldn't be pulled off him and somebody would be there to strangle him.

But then the moaning and grunting came to a stop and he waited for two minutes before peering over the comfort of blankets.

The next day he waited for the sounds but there were none. He just shrugged and thought that they would never come again. But the next two days, they came back. He jumped but then started to take record of when these sounds would occur in his head.

Soon the sounds became a normal thing in his life so he stopped keeping track and tried to ignore them knowing that they weren't going to do anything to him. But one day he became restless and decided to venture out into the darkness of his house to find out where the noises were coming from since he was curious and he just so happened to be bored that night.

He crawled out of bed and tip toed his way to his door. He gently creaked it open so it wouldn't make a sound and he slipped between the small space he allowed the door to open. He slivered his way into the hallway and stood silently as he listened for the sound.

He followed the sounds down the long hall and then stopped at a door of his parent's room. Jacob was puzzled by this, why would all these moaning and grunting sounds be coming from his parents' room? What were they doing in there to make them make those noises.

Since he was a fairly curious child he creaked open the door a little bit just so he could see what was going on in there.

He expected for them to be sleeping but instead he saw his father's back and he was doing something like moving his hips back and forth and he was holding his mother's feet over his shoulders. Jacob tried to figure out what in the world was happening because he's never seen two human beings do something so weird in his life. I mean why in the world would his dad be holding his mommy's feet up in the air over his shoulders? Why would they be moaning and grunting? And why would Daddy be towering over Mommy like that?

He had stepped away from the door and walked away from the door once he realized or thought what was happening. Daddy was hurting Mommy.

He furrowed his eyebrows, why would Daddy be hurting Mommy? He thought they loved each other. He wanted to say something but his parents thought that he'd be asleep by now and he couldn't blame them since it was already 4:00 in the morning.

He crept back to his room and settled into bed thinking of what he was going to say to his dad tomorrow.

The next day Travis Stoll found his son staring at him. "What?" he asks.

The boy blinks for a bit before saying, "Why were you hurting Mommy?"

A bit startled by this, he doesn't answer right away. "Hurting Mommy? When was I doing that?" Travis asks.

"You know, last night," Jacob says bluntly. "I saw you and Mommy doing something on your bed and Mommy was moaning. It sounded like she was in pain."

Travis silently cursed that Katie wasn't here to deal with this and he would have to explain what they were doing last night. "Um… Jacob… I wasn't hurting Mommy. I was making her feel really good actually,"

"To make people feel good you move your hips back and forth?" Jacob asked.

"Well on some occasions," Travis replied. "It's um… It's… Something called sex."

He watched his son cock his head to the side in confusion. "Sex? What is that?"

"It's… something to make babies with but not all the time you make babies with sex, sometimes it's just for… uh… being happy." Travis stuttered out, getting flustered. He always pictured avoiding this in his mind but now it was biting him back.

"I wanna be happy!" Jacob exclaimed. "So can I have this thing called 'sex'?"

His father smirked a little. "Uh, no, not until your much older. Plus if you did it now Katie would kill you and me for even telling you this now, since you're only five." His son looked a little disappointed. "But don't worry; you can live without it when you don't even know what it feels like."

"Hey Katie, guess what?"

"Travis leave me alone, I'm trying to look over my notes," Katie growled as she stared at her laptop.

"Jacob saw us doing it yesterday," he snickered.

She stopped staring at her laptop and looked up. "What do you mean?" she asked.

"He apparently wasn't asleep when we fucked and he saw us fucking around and he thought I was hurting you and so then he confronted me thinking that and then I had to tell him that we were having sex," he stopped look at the expression that was on his wife's face.

"What?"

"And the best part was that he wanted to have sex too after I explained it to him," he mused.

"Oh gods, our children are going to have so many problems because of you," she mutters, blushing as she feels his fingers trailing down her waist.

Oh god, I am a horrible person. This just popped up in my mind and then it became this. So I'm sorry for you all that are mentally scarred for life or something. Sorry for not updating for so long but nothing has really come out of my mind for these one-shots. So have a nice day and thanks for reading!