And Mother Makes Three
And Mother Makes Three I could clearly hear the squeak of bedsprings emanating from my daughter’s bedroom through the thin plaster walls of my bathroom. I knew she was being fucked because masturbation doesn’t make that much noise! However, I was surprised to find out that it was her brother who was fucking her. I had definitely heard her say, “Oh, yes! Scott, that feels so good.” I knew I wasn’t crazy, and the walls were not thick enough to have distorted her words that badly. No my children were involved in a sexual and incestuous relationship. It was a relationship filled with potential dangers if I didn’t take some action. I padded barefoot down the hall to the door of Sharon’s room. I knew that I must catch them in bed together or all …