When I got home I did chores around the house until my dad got off work. “Dad, the football coach asked me if I wanted to play football. I brought...home a permission slip.”“Coach Kennedy asked YOU if you wanted to play football?”“Yes sir. Jack Baldwin introduced us.”“Well, it’s ok with me if it’s ok with your mother.” Screech! Reality slammed to a stop at my house. The look on my face said it all. “Don’t worry. I’ll talk to her tonight and then we will give you an answer in the morning.. She seemed to enjoy it. He was ramming her pussy. She liked the way he was fucking her. She liked the doggy style of fucking. They were moaning and shouting loudly which were lost in the air. My mom was looking and shouting like bitch as no one is there. He was no more a decent and gentle man. He was roughly pulling her hair pushing his hard dick in her pussy. They fucked for nearly an hour after which they collapsed with loud grunts. After some time, they both laughed at a time. I never. But we were unwilling to take the chance. There was a marginal chance that if we'd immediately burst out of the room, declared to the people in the front desk who we were and given them a description of.. what? the Amazons who'd kept us prisoners? The car we'd been transported in? We'd never seen it. I couldn't think what we could tell anyone that would make much difference. So we "let" them get away and waited until morning before turning ourselves and our babies into the police. It was just. "Those little things predict how she treats our son over all."I gave it some thought and then came up with a plan. "Sir, I will approach your ex wife and check that the baby is well protected from the elements. If the child is happy and safe there is nothing I can do," I explained."Very well, but please be sure the baby is taken care off. She is a terrible person. I would not be surprised by anything," he said."You wait here," I said. "And I mean that." Alright," he said.I was not planning to.