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"Dad knows?" I whispered urgently."Yeah, I told him last week," she said with a grin."Hey, honey!" she yelled out. "Do you mind if I'm fucking Jeff?"My heart was racing a mile a second as I strained to hear a reply. After a few seconds of silence, she busted out laughing and collapsed onto my chest.Through the giggles, she managed to say, "Oh, baby, no. He doesn't know about us."I took a deep breath and exhaled."That was not funny!" I scolded her.I reached up and grabbed her robe that was loosely wrapped around her and threw it to the floor. Then I leaned upward and using all of my youthful strength, I wrapped her in a bear hug and flipped us both over on the bed. I fell out of her with the movement, but in seconds I found my place again and started hammering her."That. Was. NOT. Amusing." I said, pounding her with each thrust. "Oh! Oh! Unh!" she responded back with each thrust. I was mad. I was incredibly turned on. She took everything that I gave her as I practically. ..”“Well, you’re not in diapers either,” she said, “but I kept those pictures too.”“Mom!”“What? It’s true.” And she pointed at another set of photos.“This is different,” he said.“Why? Because you’re... like that?”I wanted Chad to say the word gay. It wasn’t that scary of a word, at least once you got used to it. Yet he’d still never used it to describe himself, and I thought it was high time he did.“Mom,” he said, “this is nuts. Nobody keeps pictures of exes like that. Especially exes of their kids.”“Well, I think it’s a nice picture.”“That’s not the point!”“Okay, sorry. I didn’t know it offended you so much. So if you want to put something else there, be my guest. Just, you know, nothing....” And her voice trailed off.Say it, I thought. You know you want to.“This is bullshit,” Chad said. “I don’t want to deal with this right now.” And he went storming away.I wasn’t about to argue, so I just followed him outside. Chad went stomping down the street, so I had to hurry to.
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