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dad said as he stood, “Before the end of this week, you and Cynthia will become lovers.”
     
     

Chapter Four
    I jerked awake and sitting up, looked around the room. I thought I’d heard something and listened intently. I looked over at the small clock on the nightstand and saw it was midnight. After dad’s bizarre conversation, I’d watched a little TV, then tried to read for awhile to get my mind off of what he claimed he wanted from me.
    I’d dozed off only to be awoken by the sound of Dad coughing outside in the living room. The jag lasted so long, I’d started to get up to go see if he was okay. As I did I noticed that I was moving slowly and realized I was scared. That forced me to move faster, but just as I had reached my door the coughing stopped.
    I’d listened and when I heard dad tell Mom he was okay, I went back and sat on the bed. Earlier dad and I had been discussing Mom and how weak she seemed, but there was nothing weak about her when it came to dealing with this. From day one Mom had been strong, at least in front of us. I was jolted from my thoughts by a knock.
    “Dad?” I called out.
    The door opened a crack and I heard Mom’s voice, “No honey it’s me. Can I come in?”
    “Hold on,” I told her as I got off the bed and looked around for a pair of shorts to slip over my boxers “I need to put some…hey!”
    Despite my warning, Mom had come in and closed the door behind her. Keeping my back to her, I spotted a pair of shorts and had grabbed them when she said, “Oh please Jason your bathing suit shows more than your underwear.”
    “It’s the point,” I said as I turned my back to her and slipped the shorts on.
    I turned around to face her and immediately thought, ‘oh shit’.
    Mom was wearing the very short red robe from last night. In addition to the fact it barely went down past her hips, the front was tied so loosely I could see more than a little cleavage.
    “Ummm….” I made a show of looking away, “You might want to fix your robe.”
    “Why?” Mom asked as she walked up to me, “Is it such a bad view?”
    Oh my god! My father wasn’t joking; Mom was going along with this! Well I couldn’t talk him out of it, but I was sure I could get through to her.
    “Listen, Mom….”
    “Cynthia,” she said softly.
    I started to speak, but stopped when she placed her hands on my bare chest. Her nails were long and painted a deep red and I felt a shiver go through me as she slid them lightly down my chest.
    “Loading those trucks has filled you out, Jason,” she gave me a smile that made me immediately uncomfortable, “You look damn good.”
    Mom leaned in closer and I could feel her nipples pressing into me through the thin material of the robe. She was looking up at me and when she caught my eye, she whispered, “What, no kiss for me?”
    “I….” I shook my head and stepped back from her.
    “Mom please, we have to talk about this.”
    “Did your father talk to you?” she asked.
    “Yeah, and…”
    “He spoke to me as well.” Mom said, “So what do we need to talk about?”
    “Mom, this isn’t right.” I told her, “You…you know it. I’m your son.”
    My words hit home and looking away from me; she frowned and started to rub at her eyes.
    “We need to talk dad out of this,” I continued, “He means well, but his mind isn’t right and…”
    “It’s not just your dad, Jason.” Mom said as she turned and looked at me. “I want this.”
    “No,” I shook my head, “Dad has you thinking that you do and he’s trying to make us feel bad.”
    Mom stepped up to me and this time placed her hands on my shoulders, looking up into my eyes she began to speak quietly, “At first, I thought it was wrong too. But the more he spoke the more I understood it.” She gave me a nervous smile, “I need you honey.”
    “You have me, Mom,” I said, putting my arms over hers so my hands were on her shoulder as well. “We’ll get through this and I’m going to