Incest WifeChapter 7
"Angela? Where are you, baby? Angela?" Her husband called, his voice getting closer and closer to Thad's room. "Oh, God! It's your father! Quickly, Thad! Give me my negligee! It's there on the floor! Hurry, darling! Get into bed, Thad!" she said, slipping into the filmy garment her son had nervously handed her. "What am I supposed to do, Mom?" Randy asked in an anxious whisper. "Under the bed, Randy!" Angela urged. "But... my... my pajamas," the boy rasped, scurrying under his...