Queer bent bastard

“I really don’t want to put a damper on an obviously tender moment, but Mom and Dad are home,” he said with a chuckle.

He had no sooner spoken the words when a very distinguished-looking couple walked out onto the deck.

“Hi Mom, Dad,” Kent called out.

“Hi honey,” his mom replied.

“Hi kids,” was his dad’s response.

“So how did your evening go?” Jamie asked them.

“Same as all those pathetic fund-raisers, boring as hell,” his dad answered. “How about your barbecue? I see you cleaned everything up. Thank you.”

“Couldn’t have been better,” Sandy replied. “Right Kyle?”

“Right,” he answered with a grin. “Couldn’t have been better.”

“Kyle?” their mom said with more than a touch of surprise in her voice.

“Yes, Auntie?” Kyle responded as he tilted his head to look at her.

“Kyle!” she suddenly exclaimed. “Oh my God, Kyle.”

“You keep calling my name like that and someone’s going to think there’s something wrong with me,” he said with a chuckle as he rolled over and looked up at her.

“You’re back sweetie,” she said as she knelt down and pulled him up into a hug. “Oh my God, you’re back.”