Sleepover Iv

"You okay?" she asked as they folded clothes in the living room. It was hard to sit with her on the same couch where Mark had fucked him. It felt like she should have been able to tell somehow.

Tad took a deep breath. "I may have a date tonight."

"I see," she said. "Wanna talk about it?"

That was the problem right there. He did want to talk about it, but that would mean coming out first and he wasn't sure he was ready. Before he could answer, the doorbell rang. "I'll get it."

"Is that your date?" she teased as he stepped past her.

Tad knew in his heart who it was before he opened the door. Mark stood there pale faced with his eyes on his fingers.

"What's up?" Tad asked with as much energy as he could muster.

"Hey," he said. "You busy?"

"Just folding clothes with Mom. Come on in." He stood back to let Mark in, his stomach clenching and churning. When Mark stepped in, Tad closed the door and returned to the couch without another word.

His Mom was looking between the two of them with a b