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moonlight allowed me to look down and see her face and she looked beautiful, her perfect features completely peaceful.
    My gaze drifted to the smooth skin of her neck and I felt a desire to kiss her there as she had done to me. I leaned over until my lips were right at her neck and, feeling like a nervous teenager, gave her a quick peck. Mom sighed in her sleep and pushed herself further back into me, which was when I noticed I was hard again and was completely disgusted with myself.
    Mom wasn’t coming onto me or saying anything dirty, she was laying there sleeping and I was getting aroused. With a sinking feeling in my stomach I realized I was losing this fight. Dad had convinced Mom and she was seducing me. I was adamant she was my mother, but had caved the minute she’d touched my cock.
    Disgusted, I’d managed to slide away from her and over to my side of the bed. I’d laid there for what seemed like hours, before getting up, slipping some clothes on and going out on the deck where I watched the moon set and the sun begin to rise. Speaking of the sun it was high in the sky and there were quite a few people on the beach.
    I wondered how long I’d slept. Standing up, I walked over to the door and seeing the kitchen empty, walked in and looked at the clock, to my surprise it was noon. I saw a note on the table and picking it up saw it was from dad, they had gone down to visit the Cabral’s who had been renting the cabin at the end of the beach the same week we had rented ours for years.
    I went over to the fridge and went through the motions of making myself a couple of eggs and some toast. I felt as if I were sleepwalking. I was tired and my head wouldn’t stop racing. The lasts thought to spin through my exhausted mind was Mom’s saying today was her turn. Last night I had, as she had said, lain there and let her do what she wanted to. But could I push myself to do something to her?
    What was she expecting? I closed my eyes as I envisioned her spreading her legs and asking me to lick her pussy. The thought was disturbing and it dawned on me that was because I was alone. If Mom, or her perverted alias Cynthia was sitting here telling me to, could I resist?
    After only eating half the eggs, I tossed the rest and after a quick shower, tossed on just a pair of shorts and going around to the other side of the cabin laid down on the small deck that faced away from the beach. This way maybe when mom and dad came back they might think I went out. I must have fallen asleep again, because the next thing I heard was dad’s voice calling my name. I opened my eyes to see him sitting on the old lounge chair next to the one I was in.
    “Sleeping the day away kid.” He said.
    “Yeah well, I didn’t sleep much last night.”
    As soon as I spoke I felt a wave of guilt crash through me. Last night, while he slept alone, my mother had not only spent the night in my bed, but had licked my cum from her goddamn hand. I felt myself turning red and whispered, “Dad…I…I’m sorry.”
    “For what?” he asked, “Doing what I want you to?” he gave me a tired smile, “I knew Cynthia could be very persuasive.”
    “We… we didn’t…”
    Dad put his hand up and I stopped.
    “I know exactly what you did. Cynthia told me everything.” He shook his head, “You hurt her feelings Jason.”
    “I…how?” I asked.
    “How? Since when do you let a woman do something like that for you then leave her alone in the bed like a cheap whore?” he shook his head, “We raised you better than that.”
    “I’m sorry.” I said softly, “When we were uh…done, I curled up with her, but I just…I felt all messed up and I needed to be alone and I…”
    “You wanted more and felt it was wrong.” Dad said.
    “No I…”
    “Don’t lie. You saw that beautiful woman next to you, the woman who just did something dirty for you and promised more and more is what you wanted.” He shrugged. “It’s okay Jason, it’s what we