Mark

Mark opens the door and looks at you. “Oh my god Dad. Are you okay?” he says, pulling you in for a hug.

You feel the familiar warmth of your son and instantly melt. He takes you into the house and sits you down on a nearby couch. He continues holding you as you continue sobbing.

“I’m a whore,” you say in between sobs. “You’re not a whore,” Mark says, petting your hair. You tell him what you did before you arrived. You tell him how you sucked off that terrible cop. How you swallowed his seed. Mark kisses your forehead and you finally feel safe, protected, and loved.

You wipe away the final bit of tears and look at your son. Your eyes meet and you fall in love. Before Mark could say anything, you grab him by the head and kiss him on the lips.

Mark breaks the kiss and says, “Dad. What the hell?!” “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself,” you say. “You could’ve at least warned me first,” he says, he smiles and your heart melts. He leans in closer and closes his eyes. You do the same and your lips meet.

The kiss is more passionate this time. After minutes of passionate kissing, Mark manages to lift you up and take you upstairs until you fall on a bed. You assume the room you’re in is the guest room. Mark helps you take off your clothes until you’re completely nude. “I think I’m in love,” you say. “Me too,” he says, kissing you again.