Mom and I stood there, staring dumbly at the intruder in our living room. My father was gaping back at us, seemingly shocked by our nudity. Had he heard what we were saying to one another in the hallway when we came in?
We'd just come in from the front lawn, and clearly we'd been naked out there. There was no way whatsoever to rationalize or explain this.
Mom seemed paralyzed, as if she were a statue, but more than surprise, she was absolutely radiating fear. Sickening terror.
An evil smile grew across dad's face and he pulled out his cellphone, pointing it at us.
"I've got you now, Julie," he said in a sadistic voice, barely able to contain his sick glee. "Now the world will-"
He wasn't at all ready when the wine bottle I'd picked up off the side table and threw at him streaked across the living room and hit him smack in the face.
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Disclaimer:
All characters portrayed actively engaging in sexual congress are at least eighteen years of age. Many thanks and gratuitous panty flashes from Freja and Jeanie are directed at my long-suffering editor, who polishes these works for me. As always, comments and constructive critiques are welcome; pointless or illiterate flames will be snickered at and deleted. Enjoy!
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Truth or Dare With My... Mom? Chapter VI- 'You May Fire When Ready, Grizzly!'
The bottle smashed into dad's nose and he staggered before wobbling and collapsing to the ground. I was amazed that the bottle hadn't broken, but maybe that was a good thing, too.
Mom was still blinking in shock as I darted across the floor and leapt onto my swooning father. The urge to beat the piece of shit to a pulp was almost overwhelming, but I somehow refrained. I had to protect mom.
While he groaned, mostly unconscious, his bloody and broken nose making a mess of the carpet below, I put him onto his front and pulled his hands up behind his back. I looked up at mom, my voice carrying a note of urgency when I spoke. "Mom, quick, rope or zip-ties or something!"
Mom snapped out of her seeming stupor and began looking around the room. Her eyes finally settled on the ornamental gold rope cords that fixed the curtains open on our living room's big bay window. She pulled them out of their rings and woodenly brought them over to me, almost like an automaton. Her eyes were still brittle with shock and fear.
Keep her focused, keep her focused..
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"Mom, get a towel, he's making a mess of the rug," I said.
Mom wheeled and hurried to get a towel or cloth from the kitchen. Meanwhile, I tied dad's hands behind his back tightly, and then did the same with his ankles. I had no doubt that he could eventually escape the bonds, given how soft the ropes were, but I wasn't leaving the bastard alone. If he tried to move, I'd be stamping on his face.
Mom hurried back and handed me a cloth, which I now put under his face, meant to catch the blood and snot his clearly broken nose was drooling everywhere. I could hear mom beginning to hyperventilate up above me, so once I had dad secured, I stood and hurried over sweeping her into a tight hug.
"It's fine, mom," I said quietly, feeling her shaking in my arms. "We've got him, we'll get this sorted, quick."
"What do we do?" she gasped, her voice rife with panic and desperation. "Oh, God, Aaron, what do we do?"
My mind was racing. Did we call the cops? How did we explain the nudity, even if he had broken into our home?
"Hold on, mom," I said to her firmly, giving her a squeeze to assure her I was on this. I turned and went back to dad, finding his cellphone. I could see it was still on and open. Thank God. I looked up at her again. "Mom, get me some of the rubber gloves from the kitchen, the really thin ones."
Still naked, mom dashed into the kitchen, returning seconds later with the gloves I'd requested. I strapped them on and then picked up dad's phone. There would be no fingerprints of mine on the device. Kneeling beside him in case he came to, I rifled through the camera gallery to see if he'd managed to successfully record any evidence of our nudity or our conversation.
I found a five-second video clip of us in the door into the hallway, naked and staring at the camera in horror. I could hear dad's voice, and then I picked up a bottle and whipped it at him. There was a jarring sound and then the camera stopped after a momentary blur. I erased the video, emptied the bin, and then rebooted the phone. I let out a heavy breath. Next up, we needed to get dressed and think of our next move. I stood up and stripped off the gloves, needing to dispose of them somewhere they couldn't be found. A neighbour's trash bin, maybe.
"Okay," I said finally, turning back to mom, who was still paralyzed with fear. "Mom, we need to get our clothes on and decide what's next. Who do we call?"
She looked at me blankly for a moment. "The police?"
I nodded. "We'll need to do that, but is there anyone else who can help? Someone we trust?"
Mom lapsed into thought, which I was glad for, but she still hadn't moved at all, unless she was following my instructions. She was still trembling, and I didn't blame her. My father had threatened to destroy us. That was the first thing that occurred to him. My hatred for him somehow increased and I resisted the urge to turn around and give him a kick.
Mom looked up at me finally, her eyes wide. "I have a burner phone. It... yes, the burner phone. It's to call our lawyer, Janet, in an emergency."
I nodded. "This sounds like one, so get it and call her, mom. Then you'll go get our clothes while I watch this sack of crap."
Mom dashed out of the room. She was gone for maybe a minute before returning. I was watching dad like a hawk. He might've been faking, but I was pretty sure he was still out cold. That busted nose would've made him move a little bit, if nothing else. She came back in, holding the phone up to show me. I nodded and mom began making a call. I had no idea how 'burner phones' worked, I'd only ever seen them in TV shows.
