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Forced to take my Mother

... friendly with all three couples that lived there and if they looked over what they would see is my half dressed mother sitting on her sons lap like a playful girlfriend. Even though my father didn't seem bothered by mom's weird behavior, I didn't need the neighbors wondering if there was something a little strange going on when dad wasn't around. "Mom, people can see in the window!" I told her. Mom peered over and shrugged, "Yeah, so what?" "You're half dressed and..." I stopped myself from pointing out that she appeared to be all over her son. "I'm wearing a lot more than when I'm swimming." Well that was true, I thought dryly. "Besides, the Morrison's go out every Friday night, Bill and Nancy on the second floor went away for the weekend and the third floor can't see in here." She gestured to the other side of the room that faced the street. "The blinds are down where anyone could see from the street." "Yeah, but still..." I glanced back out the open window and froze when I saw a tall figure looking over the fence from the yard next door. Because the light was on inside and it was dark outside I couldn't make out any details except to see over the fence they had to be pretty tall and their shoulders were wide, telling me it was a guy; a pretty big guy. They were facing the window and I had no doubt had been staring into it. "Mom, let me up!" I exclaimed, sitting up so fast, I almost dumped her off my lap. Mom gave a startled yelp and as I surged to my feet, she managed to ...

... get hers on the floor. She staggered slightly, catching my arm for balance and yelled, "Mark, what's the matter with you?" "There's..." I pointed out the window, but saw the figure had gone. "There was someone next door, staring at us!" Mom walked closer to the window, pulling her robe tighter around her as she did. Leaning over she shut the lamp off on the end table so she could see better and looked out the window. "I don't see anyone Mark." "They were there, staring over the fence." Walking over to the door, I slipped my sneakers on, "I'm going to go out back and look around." "Don't bother, it was probably Jimmy from the third floor, he's a nosebag. Wouldn't be surprised if he were that peeping Tom people said they saw last summer." She turned away from the window and to my relief pulled the blind down before turning the lamp back on. "I don't think so mom. That fence back there is five feet and it was only up to this guys chest, Jimmy's five seven if he's lucky." I grabbed the doorknob, "I'll be right back." "Mark, don't worry about it." She said, and then patted the chair, "Come back and sit down," she sighed, "If you don't want me sitting on your lap, just say so, don't make up an excuse to get up." "No, it's..." I paused, confused, I really hadn't wanted her there, but now I didn't want to make her feel bad. "I saw someone mom, I swear and dad's not home and who knows? Maybe it's someone who's been watching us." Mom gave me an odd look, and then pursed her lips as if ...