We got to our feet on either side of the bed and started untucking the sheets. I felt a pang of guilt when I looked at my mother's naked body there in her bedroom. It wasn't because I had s*x with my mom—obviously she had wanted it to happen. No, I felt guilty for f*****g my dad's wife. I really love my father and he hadn't done anything to deserve the two of us sneaking around behind his back like this. It was worse to me that we had done it in his bed. Mom saw my troubled expression and c****d her head.
"What's wrong?" she asked softly.
"I feel bad for doing this to Dad," I replied.
She smiled and came around the bed to hug me tightly to her. "Don't worry about that," she murmured, kissing me hotly on my mouth again. "Your father knows how I feel about you. It's not like I let some st
