So she was a little impressed by that. She gave me a Coke and I drank it. She then said to me to get up. She put both hands up and asked me to choose ... hand. I asked what does each hand stand for.She said one for bedroom with its surprise and one for sofa sex with its surprises. I choose the right hand and it was the sofa. I kinda wanted the bed. By my looks, she said, “You made the right choice darling. You’ll have more fun in this one,” with a wink and biting her lips.It was a ‘Lovesac’. As kids you are always trying to sleep with your parents and have no idea why you get turned down. “Just for a bit.” Was the gentle reply.I lifted the blankets, snuggled up to my mum, she had her back to me I think so I would not see, even in the dark, red-rimmed eyes. I tried to go to sleep. No such fortune but I was so still I suspect my mother thought I was asleep. The sobbing started again so I put my arm around her to try to comfort her. She took hold of my arm to show that it was. I hated my father for putting me and my family in this position. I realized Mr. Thompson was right. He owned us, what could we do? My dad couldn’t go to jail, my mom had never worked, and my little brother hadn’t graduated yet. If I didn’t do what he said our lives would be ruined.That night at dinner was very quiet and tense. I felt bad for my mother who kept trying to lighten the mood, discussing our family trip the following month. If only she knew that dad was a their, and because of that I. At this point I still didn’t have a name or even know what she looked like. My cock had become tumescent in anticipation of our meeting. Her voice was sexy, very sexy. She had her business set up in a private house on a quiet street so I followed her instructions to the address, parked and knocked at the door. The inner door opened and I could see a slim figure with long hair coming to the outer door. She was very sexy and I could feel my cock stirring. She greeted me with a beautiful wide.