Warning:
as this is a follow-up, I would recommend that you read the two previous episodes so that characters who are part of this story can make sense in context. It's meant to be fictional (yes, you read well...not real), about sex, fun and fantasy. Therefore, if it is not your cup of tea, please move elsewhere. However, for readers who would like to add positive criticism (and I do appreciate there is plenty of room for criticism in my stories), suggestions or recommendations, please feel free to fire away. Other than that, enjoy!
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After our rugby episode, all went quiet for a while. My mum Linda was very busy at work. Spring time looming, a lot of transactions were taking place in the real estate world and as a result, her commissions got inflated in a very rewarding way. From the day I discovered her plans for an infamous business convention, I got twice an opportunity to have sex with her in very compromising situations. We had really been lucky that my father or anyone else had not caught us.
One could argue that I had been a pure collateral damage in the process. Unwittingly, I had happened to find out about Mum's sexual frustrations with my father as well as her idea to act out risky scenarios and reveal her true nature when it came to sex. How on earth would I have imagined months earlier that my conservative Mum was a total nympho when given the chance? Her appetite for cocks and multiple partners seemed limitless.
I realise that I should have been disgusted by her behaviour and, if she had not been my Mum, I certainly would have been. But she was no average looking woman. On the contrary, she had always been statuesque with perfectly shaped legs and beautifully enhanced tits; and to be honest, I had secretly fantasized about her since my teenage years.
A Pandora box was now open and Mum thought that the price of my silence, i.e. not telling anything to my father, was to let me play now and then, mostly whenever it would be convenient to her. As you may remember, short after a memorable night at one of her conventions, some blackmailing idiot had threatened her to release a set of unequivocal pictures related to her gangbang that night. We never found out it who the blackmailer was but he had eventually forced her to take even more risks and make her fuck me in our home kitchen while Dad and two of my friends were in the living room watching a rugby game.
She had satisfied his demands by sending him pictures of our fun, dreaming this would be the end of his blackmailing game. And it appeared to be so. All was now fine and I was hoping that Mum would involve me sooner than later in another little adventure. But as I mentioned it earlier on, she was very busy and I did not want to put her under too much pressure. I was content with the thought of contemplating memories of the debauchery that had taken place before.
Last Friday night, I went out with a few university friends, among which George - the guy who had been watching the rugby game at home on the day I played with my mother. We had had more than a few drinks at a nearby pub when he came to me with a very suspicious attitude.
"What's up George? Are you alright?" I asked.
"Well, actually Josh, I got something on my mind...I really feel terrible." he replied with an uneasy tone.
"Something about your grades, your family, your girlfriend?"
"No, it is about your family...I have done something really wrong; you are going to hate me and will probably want to kill me for what I did."
"Fuck, you're getting me worried now!"
"Remember the other day when we were watching the game at your place?"
"I sure do...I'm not senile yet" I replied, feeling suddenly quite nervous.
"Well, Josh, I went to the kitchen at some point and saw your mother texting and sending dirty pics to someone. Then, I...I... how to put it?"
"You what?"
"I started threatening her to tell your father what I had seen. Basically, I wanted to obtain sexual favours in return for my silence. Before you say anything Josh, I know you are going to be furious, but I was so attracted to Linda that I totally lost it and seized the opportunity."
I was shell shocked that George could have done such a thing in my house and in my presence...and to my Mum. But given the recent history and the latest events, in a way, nothing should have shocked me anymore.
"Is this a joke?" I verified.
"No Josh, and it is only because I have just had a few drinks that I can find the strength to tell you."
"And what did you do? What did my Mum say?"
"In the kitchen, she pushed me away when I tried to be touchy-feely...but then I saw her outside the house soon after and I threatened her again to reveal everything. Well, eh... in the end... she got scared I suppose and she let me fuck her. We did it by the living room window. It was just a quickie."
"You fucking bastard, tell me I'm dreaming? And your girlfriend, just being yards away..."
"Guilty as charged, I know, but my girlfriend does not offer me much...she's not a very sexual person...so, when I saw your Mum, what a goddess! I would have done anything to have her, honest! I am so sorry."
"What a filthy pig you are!" I shouted. "I hope this fucking blackmail thing is now over otherwise... have you stopped harassing my Mum then?"
"Of course, it was a one off, I really felt bad that lust made me do that. I also reckon that my girlfriend figured that something had happened. She said that she did not want to come back to your home again."
Just as I was about to bollock George even more, my phone beeped. I checked the new incoming message. That was Dad, mysteriously saying that he had to speak to me face to face. It was urgent and he wanted to meet tomorrow Saturday, just me, at 10 a.m. at a local coffee shop.
"What now?" I thought. "What other drama is in store?"
I looked at George and instead of asking further details, I added sarcastically:
"You know what, that's enough for me. Your girlfriend is right to be concerned with you. I hope you really enjoyed fucking my Mum, like the good friend you are!" That left George speechless but he was probably expecting that. Without saying more, I left the pub and made my way to the house. My mind became very busy during the journey and surprisingly I was not too angry. I only hoped that George would shut up and not boast about this episode with my Mum. Even if she had been like a daredevil at the convention fucking any cock she could, I was convinced that she would not have done anything with George if she had not been forced to. Only something linked to the blackmailer she had been telling me about, would have been the reason why she would have taken the risk to play with my mate.
When I reached home, I wondered whether I should confront her about George's story. But what good would it have made? She probably would have felt embarrassed by the whole situation and the fact that she had not been careful enough when using her phone. It was not as if she had deliberately been targeting my friend. Anyway, I thought I would say good night to her but she was nowhere to be seen downstairs. She was most likely in bed and I decided to have an early night too, dreading the fact that I would have a long conversation with my Dad the morning after.
I had just awakened on Saturday morning when I heard the sound of my Mum's car engine leaving the property. I checked my watch and it was already 9 a.m., time to have a quick shower and make my way to the local café as requested by my father. What on earth could he want and why not tell me in the house? Could it be about work, could it be about Mum? Did he know anything? Well, there was only one way to find out...
I got to the café at the agreed time and saw Dad sitting on his own, right at the very back of the store. He greeted me with a large smile which reassured me, thinking that, after all, nothing too dramatic was to be announced.
"Hey Dad, are you ok? What's happening? Why meeting here?" I enquired.
"Morning Josh, yes everything is alright. I just needed to have a grown-up talk with you, outside home as I did not wish your mother to overhear us."
"No worries but is there something wrong with Mum?"
"Well anyone outside the two of us would say yes, but I...would say no."
I kind of freaked out. Was he to tell me that he knew something about his wife's sexual prowess? Had the blackmailer contacted him?
After I ordered a cup of coffee and a couple of croissants, he stared at me and spoke solemnly.
"Son, I am going to be very honest and I expect you to be too in return. I know and you know... about Linda..." he ascertained.
"What do you mean Dad?"
"OK. I will make it easy for you then. We thought your mother was very conservative, a woman totally dedicated to her job and her family. And the good news, she is! She's also a very a good-looking lady, always immaculate in the way she presents herself and for that, I am such a lucky man. But as you know, she's been very sexually active lately, especially during the Convention to which we were invited you and me. You witnessed it too and you used her there, as you used her recently too, in the kitchen during the rugby game."
I totally froze. That's it, she was caught, I was caught. My life would end right here, right now. My parents would divorce and I would be kicked out of the house. My mouth stayed wide open and I could not even utter one word. My father stared at me again with a grin appearing on his face.
"OK Josh, take it easy. I am not going to punch you" he said laughing. The laugh vanished and he became serious again. "Now, tell me how you got involved from the start, and remember... be honest!"
I swallowed my coffee to give me the ability to speak and recover my senses. There was no way to deny anything. Not only did he know about his wife but he knew that I had been fucking her. I started where it all started, i.e. when I overheard my mum's telephone conversation with Rob and their planning for the Convention event. Then I mentioned the blackmailer's episode, the kitchen play with my Mum and out of total honesty what George had disclosed yesterday.
"You know Josh" he said, "I really appreciate this and I am not angry. I will tell you why in a second. But let me be honest too. One of the guys - a City boy who is a friend of mine too- who attended the Convention, well... he fucked Linda in the greenhouse. After a few drinks, I suspect he had felt guilty or maybe too confident and he told me what was happening that night. That's how I witnessed her final play with the group."
"Did you confront Mum about it then?"
"No, I did not actually. But I became the mysterious blackmailer."
Dad described the note left on her windscreen when she was parked at the supermarket, the text messages, the parcel collection at the adult store in Kingston and the credit card episode when Mum had identified him.
"Yes, this credit card thing was a close one. The shop told me they had disclosed my name to her, this bunch of idiots. When she came back home, I had to pretend that my card had been used fraudulently."
