Shes Angry

She looked at you angrily. "What the fuck were you thinking?" she hissed, her eyes flashing with fury. "How could you do that?" You looked down at the floor, too ashamed to meet her gaze. You knew that what you had done was wrong, but you couldn't help the way you felt. "I had to pretend I was you, like you said" you sighed.

"That doesn't mean fuck your own father!" She expleted.

"I had ****," you said, your voice barely above a whisper, as if the admission itself was a shameful thing. Your mother's face twisted in disgust, her eyes flashing with anger as she took a step closer to you. "****?" she spat, her voice venomous. "You had **** but to fuck your own father?"

You looked up at your mother, your eyes pleading with her to understand. "I didn't have a choice," you repeated, your voice trembling slightly. "I had to pretend to be you, and I didn't know what to do. I was scared, and I didn't know how to act. I just wanted to make him happy." Your mother's face softened slightly, but her eyes still flashed with anger. "I never have sex with him," she shouted, her voice low and annoyed, "Year's I've avoided it, I can't stand the man!"

"How long for?" She asked, her voice still tinged with anger. "Just once and it lasted all of 10 seconds," you replied, your voice low and ashamed. Your mother's eyes narrowed, her face contorted with disbelief. "10 seconds? That's it?" she laughed, "That's why I don't fuck him one pump chump, thats why I..." she trailed off.

Your voice was barely above a whisper, but it cut through the tense atmosphere in the room. "That's why you what?" you asked, your eyes fixed on your mother's face, searching for answers. Your mother sighed, "That's why I've been having an affair."