Coitus Interruptus

I was plowing my next-door neighbor, one morning, who was a divorced mother of two young boys. It was winter, and we were practically buried under her huge, thick comforter. I’m on top and wailing away when I feel a tap on my shoulder and hear, “Mr. Dave, can I watch TV in the living room?” I freeze in mid thrust realizing we just got busted by her 3 year-old since I forgot to lock the bedroom door when I snuck over earlier that morning. I just replied, “sure buddy”. Then he asked where his mother was. She piped in to reassure him she was there. He asked what we were doing. She said we were just talking. I guess that was good enough for him because he just walked out. She and I stared at each other for a few seconds and laughed. I jumped out of bed, quietly closed the door and locked it this time, then got back in bed to finish up. I lost touch with them a year or so later, when I moved, and that was many years ago, so I don’t know if he never gave that moment a second thought, or if it scarred him for life.

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