We were seconds from getting caught! If Mom had not turned the light in the family room on, she would have caught us. What was really weird was her wa...king up when she did.I began to realize just how desperate I had become about fucking my father. I needed to plan things much more carefully. The problem was the desperation was growing each day we couldn't be together, making both of us more careless in how we hid our lust for each other.The rest of the week turned out to be just as frustrating.. . o' yew sneeze when yew bee eating out yo' wife'spussy too?... yew ain't got no dick 'tween yo' laigs, so day mus' bee awlyew good fo' in duh bedroom ennyway"...So you're fighting to keep from sneezing into His crotch, and you'reslowly focusing and then looking down between His legs, staringmyopically at His rather large and sweaty nutsack with His testiclesstill constantly churning and writhing in their dirty sack even in Hisfucking sleep. You're placing the silky palm of your left hand. And then I punched him in his stomach.Normally, this is where you expect the hero to knock the bad guy out, aim at the jaw and put it there, but I stopped myself at the last moment. An unconscious Chivago was no use to me, though he must be infinitely less irritating. I tugged at his collar and let him fall back on his chair. He was gasping for breath as I picked up the recorder and prepared to fling it at one of his framed diplomas."Wait," he croaked. He coughed. He coughed again. "Wait," he. We..." I mumbled. That was as far as I got. Jackie's turn."Frank! What the FUCK is this?" She dropped the shopping bags she was carrying and moved toward us. Sam quickly followed. "Are you two crazy? What if the kids had come in for crying out loud?" I ... we ... we know, Jackie," I stammered. "We just ... I don't know. We got caught up in a moment and kind of lost our heads." I'll say you lost your heads," Sam chimed back in. "What were you two thinking? And exactly what moment did you get.