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Forced to take my Mother

... I sighed, "She's making me a little uncomfortable." Dad turned so that he was standing directly in front of me and with an odd look on his face, asked, "How so? What do you mean uncomfortable?" Shit, what an idiot! What was I supposed to do, tell my father my mother was getting me horny? "Mark?" He was looking at me and seemed excited for some reason. "Oh, well, uh...she's kind of like hanging on me and the ways she's dressing." "I still don't see what you're getting at." He shook his head. "Dad, she was on her knees and you said you knew what it looked like." I put my head down feeling like a moron. "I was just kidding about that!" Dad laughed, "I knew nothing was happening." "But...it just wasn't proper I guess." I looked back up at him. "She crawled over to me, like..." "Like?" "I felt like I was in some type of weird sick movie." I heard my voice crack and was surprised that I was starting to get upset. Looking away as I spoke, I added, "I felt like she was messing with me." Dad stared at me for a moment then nodded as if in resignation, "Okay, well seeing you're thinking like that I'll fess up; I was watching out the window and mom saw me and was putting on a show for me. She wasn't trying to make you feel weird." "Oh." I said, instantly feeling better. "And as far as being affectionate goes, your mom is lonely when I'm gone, plus she misses you wanting to be close to her, so just let her get close to you okay? It makes her feel good." He smiled, "Can you do that for ...

... me? Be good to your mother when I'm not around?" "Sure." I told him with a smile. "I'll take good care of her." "Good," he said with a wink, "That's what I was hoping you'd say." ***** I opened my eyes at the sound of someone yelling. I sat up quickly in the recliner then rolled my eyes when I realized it was only the TV. I'd dozed off during the Sox game and the announcer had begun yelling when one of the Indian's hit a two run bomb over the green monster. I blinked the sleep out of my eyes until I could make out the score. "Six to nothing?" I sighed and slumping back in the comfortable chair wished I'd stayed asleep. I picked up the remote and pointed it at the TV preparing to change the channel when Mom said from behind me, "Hey I wanted to watch some of that?" "Why bother?" I asked, but replaced the remote on the arm of the chair, "They're losing." "Don't be a fair weather fan." Mom chided, "And how come you're not on the couch?" She had walked around in front of me and I saw immediately why I had not picked the couch. Mom was wearing a short red robe that barely went down past her ass, leaving her long legs bare. The robe was tied tightly around her waist, but the chest was open far enough to show almost as much of her tits as the bikini did this morning. When I had come into the living room I had headed for the couch, but recalling how she had been hanging all over me lately had chosen the chair. I had definitely made the right choice there was no way in hell I needed to ...