Author's Note: I would like to thank all those readers who have commented on my stories and sent me e-mails. Thanks for your support. I'll keep up for as long as I can but I'm running out of fantasies! For my haters out there why don't you take a chill pill? I do this for fun.
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My mother stood at the door to my bedroom, a cloud of uncertainty clouding her face. She looked confused and bewildered. The riot of emotions on her face would keep me warm in bed for many nights to come.
"Jake..."
"Yes, Mom."
"What did you see?"
"What do you mean?" I asked innocently.
"You know exactly what I mean."
"No, Mom, I have no idea what you mean."
"Why are you talking this way?"
"What way? Is everything okay, Mom? You look pale."
"Jake..."
"Mom, please I'm trying to get some shut eye here. You come to my room and start rambling incoherently. Have you been drinking? Why don't you get some rest? Looks like you need it more than I do."
The hurt look in her big, doe-like eyes made me feel sorry for her but the anger simmering in my bloodstream quickly vaporized any pity I had for her. I turned on my side to signal that our conversation was over and a few moments later I heard her amble away.
For the rest of the day I stayed up in my room. I kept replaying in my mind what had happened that morning. I kept seeing my mom bent over the kitchen table, taking it in the ass from our randy next door neighbor. The sounds of her grunts and groans filled my mind and I must have masturbated about a hundred times till I thought I would go crazy. I wondered whether I should tell Dad. He would be furious. I had no doubt that he would throw my mom out on to the street. Is that what I wanted?
The evening dragged on and my dad came back from work. We would soon have dinner in the dining and I knew it was going to be very awkward indeed. Anyway, I cleaned up and went downstairs.
My dad was already seated, my mom placing a steaming plate of food in front of him. I ignored the furtive glance she gave me and sat on a seat close to the one she normally sat on. She would have no choice but to sit next to me and I wondered what was going on in her mind. She was probably worried sick. Not that I cared anyway.
My mom sat down and inevitably, our thighs touched. She tried to shift them away but I shifted mine too till we made contact again. I was wearing shorts and so was she so our bare skins were touching each other.
As we were eating, the tension in the air was palpable and it didn't take long for my dad to notice something was amiss.
