My dad was my superhero, always working hard for us.I could never do something that would hurt him. And I cursed myself for wanting to fuck his wife, ...y mother. I was upset, tired, sleepless and confused. I told myself I will never think dirty about my mom for the sake of my dad, and our family. But the question still remained – would I have fucked my mother otherwise?Next day, after waking up, I found it difficult to face my mother. I just could not look at her. All the courage I had built to. The fact that he was still fully clothed, coupled with the heat of their bodies pressed together and the effect of the drug, meant that he had a very light sheen of sweat on him. She was beautiful. She wasn’t his type of woman or so he thought. But then, what was his type of woman…..? He’d had many women, but now was not the time…. Her leg moved over his thigh and she pressed herself to him with more urgency. She was rocking her hips and making low, whimpering noises. She only had the t shirt. The photo's she recalled seeing showed the girls doing obscenely high stepping trots or being whipped to go faster. Her heart sank thinking this was to be her fate after so much punishment and segregation.She was pushed towards an empty cage and securely locked inside; Adam then disappeared, she tried to attract the attention of her nearest neighbour but they all seemed to ignore her. Only one pointed to a large sign, with the singular solitary word of 'SILENCE' upon it.After a restless two. We climbed about half way down to the water and there was a spot that was perfect for two people to sit. We also brought a couple drinks each with us. So we sit down and just take in the moment. Lake Michigan was very calm, just a few ripples. Nice sunny day. Boats out on the lake. We just sat there talking and taking it all in. She gets the sassy look in her eyes and leans over and kisses me lightly on the lips and giggles. She says I've wanted to do that since I met you. I smile and kiss her.