After what seemed like a minute, my mom in a little sing song voice, "You ARE a bad boy tonight. God, that was crazy."

Had she gotten up from the bed? I backed away from the door, and went back downstairs and slipped out of the house. They can NOT know I was here.

I thought I knew my parents. Had no idea they were still having sex. I trusted my daddy. I loved him in so many ways. I sort of felt like what we were doing was OK, that it was all harmless, that he had no outlets and I felt bad for him. But to get all...