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Forced to take my Mother

... when I heard the sound of a car door, next to my window. I turned my head and felt my stomach lurch as I saw dad's car backed in and his broad back as he pulled the suitcases from the trunk. "Mom!" I called out, "Dad's home!" "I know honey," Mom turned in the doorway to face me and help up her phone. "I had this in my robe and he called a few minutes ago, his flight was delayed then cancelled, "You must have really been asleep not to hear it ring." "But...I mean you were just in bed with me and..." "Easy, baby," she put her hands up, "He called first and I'm going to go meet him in the living room, why on earth would he think we were in bed together?" "I..." I shrugged, "I'm just scared about what we did and..." "Don't be. Mark, that's the best thing about this, who would ever think anything as going on, even dad." I wasn't convinced, but didn't reply. Instead I swung my legs off the bed and grabbing a pair of jeans off my end table, stood and slipped them on. "Why don't you stay in bed, baby?" You'll see dad in the morning." "I...I want to see him." I said as I made my way over to her. Mom looked nervous for the first time and asked, "You going to be okay? You can't say anything about Glen or..." "I know." I told her not wanting to admit I wanted to see dad because I was afraid she might mention Glen. I heard the door in the living room and went to go out there, when mom stopped me. "Let me go out there first. Give me a minute before you come out so it doesn't look weird." ...

... I nodded, but as she walked down the hall, quietly followed her staying a few feet behind her. When mom entered the living room, I stopped and hovered just past the doorway so dad couldn't see me from that side of the room. "Hey sweetie, sorry about your trip." Mom said. "Hey sexy!" Dad exclaimed, "Tell you what, you're damn sight finer looking than the jerks I was meeting up with!" I heard a thump as Dad dropped his suit cases then the unmistakable sound of them kissing. I gave it a few seconds then entered the room. Dad was hugging mom tightly as they kissed and my heart skipped a beat at the thought of where my mother's mouth had been not more than an hour ago. "Hey dad." "Hey kid!" Dad said, pulling away from my mother, "Sorry I woke you up." "No worries." I told him as I made my way over Dad clapped me hard on the shoulder, but frowned as he looked at my face. "You okay, Mark? You look kind of pale, feeling alright?" "Well..." "Poor baby got one of those migraines." Mom cut in, "So he went to bed early," touching my cheek, she asked, "You feel any better?" "Yeah, a little." I went along with her. "Shit, I feel bad you got up." Dad frowned. "I heard a car door, and it was late, so I...uh....just wanted to make sure it was you." "That's my boy!" Dad gave my shoulder a painful squeeze, "You really look after your mother don't you?" I felt as if I had been kicked in the stomach, but managed to come up with a weak smile, "Yup, have to be the man of the house when you're gone ...