"I knew I should have hidden that gun somewhere else," said Dad. "Where do you plan to go with it? Who are you planning to kill?" Is this your gun?"Da... nodded."Where's Mom?" I asked."She's still at work... won't be back till midnight." Why do you have a gun?"Dad walked to the couch and rested his briefcase against the coffee table. "I have to protect the family." Why did you hide it?" I couldn't let your mother see or she'd freak out. As the man it is my duty to protect the family. In this. On that day. We were kissing each other now and then when nobody was around. I was waiting eagerly for that Sunday. I couldn’t sleep well on those intermittent days and was constantly thinking about her madly.She also understood my eagerness and was kissing me now and then. We had almost abandoned our work due to the tension we had in waiting. We were madly in love. She told how great it feels to be madly in love as she didn’t fall in love with anybody before her marriage, which was arranged. As I hang up Matilda is on the floor laughing as she says, “that b-b-bitch deserves it.”I take her to my room. She sits on the bed and I grab my acoustic guitar. I sit on the floor, start playing, and sing a Cat Stevens song that I memorized. She looks awestruck as I play and she listens. Then I start playing a song that I have been writing. After about 15 minutes, she gets up turns out the lights, grabs my hand, and pulls me into bed beside her. We stare into each other’s eyes as she starts. Eric gasped for breath, his forehead beaded with exertion.“Mom, I…”I should’ve stayed, explained myself or comforted or- I don’t fucking know.Instead, I mumbled a weak “excuse me” and retreated back to my own room.I should’ve went back out there, I was the adult between us. But the longer I left it, the harder it was. I waited for him to knock on my door, but he never did. Maybe he went back to sleep.I tried doing that too, but my heart beating was too damn loud.And my pussy ached with a need I.