I awoke in the morning with my head still spinning from the previous day's events. I had been fucked by my own son, but I'd already come to terms with that during our sexual antics the evening before. What was really screwing me up was what Tom had told me last night; that not only had he been screwing his sister, my daughter Laura for over a year, but that she'd been screwing with my husband Tony, her own father, for two years! I'd sent Tom to his own bed last night after he told me, and had lain awake for hours in mental anguish trying to decide if he was telling the truth. If he wasn't, I couldn't explain how he'd known all my sexual likes, let alone how he'd known what Tony liked me to do to him.
It was true. Deep down, I knew it was true, and yet I found myself horrified that I'd had no idea whatsoever that this had all been going on under my nose. I'd heard Laura come home around 1.00 am, and had an impulse to go and confront her. In the end though I just lay there and cried myself to sleep. I could hardly come over all holier-than-thou with Laura after what I'd just done with Tom, and although he was the instigator that was no excuse and I knew it. It was now mid-morning, Laura had called up that she was going into town to meet some friends but would be back late afternoon. At least that gave me some more time to work out what the hell I was going to say to her.
"Are you awake, mum?" Tom called from the hall outside my room.
I didn't answer, just wanting to be left alone with my thoughts, but he opened the door and peeked around it at me. He looked so innocent and concerned that I felt a rush of warmth toward him. He might have been fucking his sister, and he might have seduced me last night, but on balance he was my only ally in my own family.
"Can I come in?" he asked, his face almost expressionless
"Yes Tom. Of course you can"
He came across and sat on the edge of the bed. He was fully clothed which was a relief; it was unlikely he was going to leap in and try and resume where he left off last night, and I really wasn't in the mood right now. I looked deep into his eyes, and could see real concern there. Was he suffering like me?
"Mum, I'm kind of sorry I told you now. I wish I hadn't in some ways, but I think you needed to know. I've got to be honest though, the reason I told you at the time was because I felt it gave me some kind of power over you..... I'm sorry"
He was displaying a maturity and depth of feeling I hadn't given him credit for, and I reckon that his honesty toward me deserved my honesty in return:
"Tom, the only power you needed over me was what you did to me. You were amazing, and in some ways I'm glad it happened" I saw him brighten up at my words "but glad or not, sorry or not, it's done now and we've got to accept it and move on. How we do that is up to us, but what you told me about your father and Laura really took me aback. I feel such a fool, and so hurt by them"
"If it's any consolation mum, Laura pretty much did to Dad what I did to you. And she's always saying how much guilt he's felt over it, always telling Laura that although he loves her as his daughter and he enjoys her as a lover it's never going to replace what he has with you. Laura loves you too mum, and has always said that she wished she could tell you"
"Does your Dad know about you and Laura, Tom?"
"Gee, no! He hasn't a clue about us"
Strangely that made me feel better; I wasn't the only sucker in town.
"So how did you and Laura get started?"
"She was teasing me about when I used to brush your hair, and then about being a virgin. I said I wasn't.." he paused as I'd gasped when he told me that. I'd just presumed he was still a virgin until last night, when I realised he definitely wasn't!
"Don't worry mum, I was really, but I just didn't want Laura to know. So she started to ask me about it: who, when, where and what did we do? She sussed me pretty quickly, but she didn't take the piss any more. She told me about the importance of having an experienced and sympathetic lover when you first try it. Then she asked me if I'd like to brush her hair. And we ended up screwing. It was a while before she told me about her and Dad, and she taught me everything he did to her, and what he liked her to do to him. And she told me that it was all the stuff that you and Dad do together"
Laura had slightly shorter hair than me, but it was thicker and had a slight natural wave and I had to admit I was a bit jealous of her sometimes. She had my breasts, being a D-cup too, but where I was a size 12, she was a slim 10 and looked very good with it.
"The thing is though Tom, I had started to think of Laura as more of a friend than just a daughter, and all the time she was keeping all of this from me. And it really hurts"
"Why don't we all sit down later and talk about it. I haven't said anything to her yet, but when she came in last night she came into my room and she started trying to get fruity. I just told her I was too tired, but I think she knew something was up because she didn't get in a huff, she just looked at me a bit strangely and went to her room" "How the hell do we bring that up? Do you expect me to sit her down and just say 'Oh, by the way Laura, I know you've been fucking your father and your brother'! "
"Do you want me to tell her first? That you know about it all?"
That was tempting, I must admit, but I couldn't help thinking that it was a coward's way out. There was something else too; part of me, a part I wasn't too happy to admit existed, wanted to make Laura pay for the mainly sleepless night she'd caused me last night, the pain, the rejection and yes, the jealousy. If I sat her down and confronted her with it, she might just suffer a bit of what I'd been through. And that way I could better judge how things really were, although God knows they'd all pulled the wool over my eyes for so long already that I doubted my ability to tell whether I was being lied to or not any more.
"No Tom. I'll speak to her, but on my own at first. I will tell her about us, but I think it's better if I speak to Laura alone"
I hoped he wouldn't feel left out, but he just gave me a really warm smile and nodded his agreement. Leaning across he gently kissed me on the mouth, and we sank down onto the bed, me under the covers and him on top of them, entwining tongues as we became more and more passionate. Here we go again I thought, and although I was still emotionally confused I could feel myself becoming horny again, when he pulled away, stood up, and with another smile said:
"See you later mum. I'm off out with the lads, be back later. And mum, I love you"
"Love you too honey" and I had to smile myself at his calculated teasing.
