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My son stared at me and his mom for a minute now. How was I supposed to explain to him that s**t? How could I tell him that I f****d his mother while he was knocked out? There was no way for me to do it. I turned my head and looked at my pants and boxers. Why the f**k did I take them off, completely? I groaned before I pulled my c**k from Naomi and she leaned up. "I'll grab them." She whispered to me as she got up. She fixed the t-shirt and walked over to my pants. She tossed them to me and I quickly put them on before I stood up myself. Alias continued to watch me as I walked to the bathroom. "Alias, come here." Naomi said to our son. When I went to the sink, I looked af him through the mirror. I saw him shake his head at his m