Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Title: Dad's Old Laptop Ch.  03


Summary: Assumptions, Revenge, and Truths.


Keywords: inc,fic



   I ran out of my room, cum running down my leg, and tried to catch up
with Mom.  I found her at the bar in the kitchen trying to open a bottle of
scotch with trembling hands.  She wasn't much of a drinker, but I figured
she needed it so I took the bottle and opened it.  I fixed us both a stiff
drink and sat down next to her, she didn't say anything about me fixing
myself a drink.

   "You have to calm down," I told her softly.

   "Calm down?  How in the hell am I supposed to calm down when I just
learned my husband has been cheating on me?  With his own Mother no less,"
she replied angrily.

   "You don't know that Mom.  That could have been anyone on that video," I
rationalized.

   "It was Frank," she insisted.

   "You can't be sure of that.  They didn't call him by name.  That could
just be how they talk, you know, just like how they call each other ma and
pa," I said.

   "I didn't need to hear his name.  Besides, you heard him call her Mom,"
she said, then downed her drink in one gulp.

   I poured her another one and sat quietly waiting for her to calm down
some.  The scotch burned my throat as I sipped my drink and rubbed her back
soothingly.  I hadn't seen her this upset in a very long time, she was
positively fuming with rage.  She took another drink then turned to face
me.

   "How could Martha have sex with her own son?" she whimpered.

   "I don't know Mom.  But if you think about it, what we just got through
doing could've easily gone in that direction too."

   "Oh God...you're right.  I'm so sorry baby, I can't believe I let myself
get carried away again," she began to weep.

   "It wouldn't have happened if Dad was taking care of your needs like he
should," I stated.

   "That's not the point Russell.  I'm your Mother, I shouldn't have let
you touch me like you did."

   "I don't regret it Mom.  I've wanted to touch you for a long time," I
whispered.

   "What?  You have?  Oh honey, you shouldn't think that way about me. 
We're family."

   "So's Grandma," slipped out.

   "What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, giving me a wide-eyed stare.

   "Um...there's something I need to tell you," I stuttered.

   She sat stone-faced while I told her everything that had happened
between Grandma and myself.  The only reactions I got from her were a
stiffening of her nipples and a few "Oh My Gods" as I described in detail
my exploits.  Her face became flushed when I described how I had gone down
on Grandma in the attic.  I couldn't stop talking until I'd finished
telling her everything, including my penchant for watching incest videos
online.  When I finished we both sat there just looking into each other's
eyes.

   "So let me get this straight," she finally said.  "Martha forced you to
have sex with her?"

   "No Mom, she didn't force me to do anything.  She offered and I
accepted."

   "She just spread her legs and said fuck me?" I could see she was having
a hard time digesting the whole thing.

   "She asked if I wanted to and I said yes."

   "And it didn't occur to you how wrong it was?  My God Russell, she's
your Grandmother for crying out loud!"

   "I know that Mom, but I couldn't help it.  When I saw her pussy I just
went crazy." I was sure my reasoning for fucking Grandma wasn't going over
too well with Mom.

   "I see.  So if I were to spread my legs and show you my pussy, you'd go
crazy on me too?"

   I took a big drink before answering.  "I wouldn't do anything you didn't
want me to Mom.  But if I had the chance to make love to you, I definitely
would."

   She lifted her glass to her lips with one hand and brought her other
hand up and clutched her chest.  I could see the wheels spinning in her
soft brown eyes.  She ended our conversation by telling me to go take a
shower; apparently I was getting a little ripe.  I downed my drink, gave
her a quick hug and left her sitting there by herself.

   As I stripped in my room I realized the smell of dried cum was pretty
strong on me.  A shower was definitely called for.  For twenty minutes the
water cascade over me while jumbled thoughts ran through my head.  I was
more confused than ever by the time I was dried and dressed.  I needed
answers.  Answers to questions like; 'Was that really Dad in the videos?'
And if so, 'Why had Grandma let him, and me for that matter, have sex with
her?' The only problem with getting answers would be that I'd have to ask
her.  If I did that then I'd have to let her know about the videos, because
I'm pretty sure she'd want to know how I knew about her and Dad.  I headed
back to my room pondering whether or not to ask Mom for advice on what to
do.  I wasn't sure if she'd give me any, but I had to at least ask.  I
didn't have far to go to ask her, she was sitting at my desk when I reached
my room.  The laptops screen had a frozen image of the last video we'd
watched.  Mom had paused it at the point where the guy was lying on Grandma
with his face turned away from the camera.

   "Mom, what are you doing?" I asked nervously.

   "Proving to you that this is your Dad.  Come in and close the door," she
replied.

   I did as she instructed and went and stood behind her.  She started the
video and pointed to the guy's left shoulderblade.  I had to lean in closer
before I realized what she was pointing at.  The guy had an inch long
purple birthmark just below where his shoulder sloped down toward his back.

   "Look familiar?" she asked.

   "Not really," I told her.

   "Then I suggest the next time your Father has his shirt off around you,
you take a good look.  He has that exact same birthmark!" she spit out.

   Truthfully I'd never noticed.  In my nineteen years of life I think I'd
only seen him shirtless once or twice, and that was when I was quite young.
Most of the time he wore t-shirts, even when he went swimming.  Something I
never understood, but hey, who was I to judge.

   "That still doesn't prove it's him Mom," my own confidence was beginning
to wane.

   "It does to me," she retorted, then stood and headed for the door.

   "There might be a way to tell for sure," I said just as she reached out
for the doorknob.

   Turning to look at me she asked, "How?"

   "We could watch the rest of the videos and see if they show his face."

   "I don't think so.  I already know it's him, but if you want to watch
the rest, knock yourself out." She left before I had a chance to reply.

   I stood there for a while until my curiosity got the better of me.  For
the next forty minutes I watched Grandma have sex with both the guy holding
the camera and with Grandpa.  Not once did the guy's face appear on screen.
Not being able to prove one way or the other if that was Dad was
disappointing.  Even the sex had become slightly mundane.  I did have a
raging hard-on by the time I was finished watching, but the urge to take
care off it just wasn't there.  I spent the rest of the day working on my
school paper instead.  Around four-thirty I went downstairs and found out I
was alone in the house.  The Grandparents were still gone, and when I
checked the garage so was Mom's car.  I ate a couple of sandwiches and
washed them down with a soda, then went up and finished my paper.

   Seven pm rolled around and I was sitting on the porch when Grandma and
Grandpa pulled up.  They climbed out of their car laughing and having a
good time.  When they reached me the dismal look on my face made them both
ask if something was wrong.  I told them I was fine, just tired.  Grandpa
seemed to buy my explanation and went inside.  Grandma on the other hand
wasn't so sure.  She sat down in the chair next to me and took my hand in
hers.

   "What's really bothering you Russell?  Is it because we had sex?"

   My head swiveled so hard on my neck that I was surprised I didn't break
it as I glanced toward the front door to make sure Grandpa wasn't there. 
He wasn't, but the door was open.

   "Relax sweetie," Grandma patted my hand.  "Tell me what's on your mind."

   "I...I was just wondering why you let me is all," I said.

   "Have you ever had an itch that begged to be scratched?" she asked.

   "I guess so," I replied, wondering what the hell she was talking about.

   "Well, when I saw you admiring me, I got an itch that needed scratching.
When we were in the attic and I saw you staring at my pussy, your dick hard
as a rock, you reminded me of someone and the itch got too strong to deny
it."

   I wanted to say that I knew who I reminded her of but didn't.  Instead I
asked, "Couldn't you have gotten Grandpa to scratch it for you?"

   "Oh honey, Roy hasn't been able to scratch my itches for quite some
time. I just take care of them myself, although he does like to watch when
I do."

   "What are you talking about, he's been taking care of you since you guys
got here," I said.

   "What are you talking about?" she asked, a confused look on her face.

   "I hear you two every morning.  The headboard banging my wall?"

   Laughing, she leaned over and gave me a hug.  "Russell, Russell,
Russell. You thought we were having sex because the headboard bumped your
wall?"

   "Yes.  What other reason would it be?"

   "Honey, the headboard isn't even attached to the bed.  Every time I make
the bed it flops against the wall.  Hell it does it when I just touch the
bed."

   "But I hear grunts, then the banging stops," I persisted.

   "That's because I use my knees to push the mattresses back against the
headboard when I'm finished making the bed.  The grunts you're hearing is
me using muscles I haven't used in a while."

   "Okay, that explains that.  But it doesn't tell me why you let me make
love to you," I continued.

   "When I bumped into you with my robe open I noticed how hard you got. 
That's when the itch started.  When I told Roy how I had made you stiff,
and that I wouldn't mind feeling your hardness in me, he told me to see if
you felt the same way."

   "What a minute!  Grandpa knows what we did?" I interrupted her.

   "Of course he does.  I wouldn't go behind my husbands back; I love him
too much for that.  Since he can't, your Grandfather loves me enough to
allow me to scratch my itches any way that I want.  And let me tell you
another thing.  You are only the second man I've ever had sex with other
than Roy." I could tell she was getting a little upset with me.

   "Didn't it bother you that I'm your Grandson?" I asked, watching her
eyes for signs I'd gone far enough in my questioning.

   "Russell honey," she began, taking my hand softly in hers and smiling.
"That's what made it special.  I love you and I'm pretty sure you love me.
I don't just have sex with anyone; there has to be love involved.  You
understand what I'm trying to tell you?"

   "I do love you Grandma.  I love you very much," I told her squeezing her
warm hand softly.

   "I'm glad to hear that.  Do you feel better?" She let go of my hand and
stood up.

   "A little."

   "Good.  You go get some rest, and stop worrying," she said, making her
way to the front door.

   "Grandma?" I called out softly.

   She turned and looked at me with questioning eyes.  "Yes?"

   "I was wondering what you meant when you said I was definitely my
fathers son?"

   "Oh my," she said, her eyes lighting up.  "It's a little embarrassing to
tell you."

   "Please, I really want to know," I gave her my best puppy-dog eyes.

   "If I tell you, will you promise not to think I'm some sort of
degenerate?" she asked softly.

   "I'd never think that Grandma," I told her honestly.

   "Shortly after Frank and your Mom got married," she hesitantly began,
"They were spending a couple of days with Roy and I.  Apparently, since our
car was gone, they assumed that they were alone in the house.  Roy had gone
to the store, but I'd stayed home.  To make a long story short, I was going
by their bedroom and saw them having sex.  For some reason I couldn't stop
watching.  To this day I don't think they knew I was there.  Anyway, the
reason I said you were your father's son was because your Dad was banging
that poor girl as hard as you banged me.  Understand?"

   "Yeah," I said, my penis starting to twitch as I recalled how I'd plowed
her furry pussy.  "Do you need me to scratch your itch again?"

   "I'm afraid not sweetie," she chuckled.  "You scratched it so good, it's
gone now.  But I will cherish the memory forever."

   She left me sitting there remembering the raw passion of our encounter.
I went to my room and watched her get fucked in the videos again, until my
own spunk poured out into a wad of tissues.  I shut off the laptop and
crawled into bed.  Just as sleep was overtaking me, Mom walked in and stood
by my bed looking down at me.  Even in the semi-darkness I could see she
had an odd look on her face.

   "Mom, something wrong?" I asked raising myself up on my elbows.

   "I want you to come straight home from school tomorrow, I need your help
with something," she quietly told me, then left before I could ask her
anything.

   It seemed to take forever for my school day to end.  Mom's request to
help her with something had a lot to do with making the day drag on and on.
Strange thoughts ran rampant through my brain, making it almost impossible
to concentrate on schoolwork.  I couldn't remember the last time she'd
wanted my help with anything other than housework, or grabbing something
from the store on my way home.  Something in the back of my mind told me it
must have something to do with those videos.

   "Mom, I'm home," I hollered as I entered the house.

   Getting no response I tried again.  "Mom?  Anybody?"

   The house felt empty.  Ducking back outside I saw that the Grandparents
car wasn't parked in the driveway.  I checked the garage and found Mom's
car in there.  That's odd I thought as I went back inside.  Then it dawned
on me, she must have gone somewhere with them.  I climbed the stairs and
was just about to go into my room when I noticed the attic door was ajar.
Dropping my books on the bed I went over and opened the attic door all the
way.  The light was on.

   "Mom, you up there?" I called out.

   "Yeah.  Come on up," she yelled down.

   When I reached the top I saw her standing by the desk with her back to
me.  She was wearing her tight red swimsuit, only I couldn't see the
strings that tied the top on.  I found out why I couldn't see them.  As I
got closer she turned around and placed her hands on her hips.  Staring me
right in the face was the loveliest set of tits I'd ever seen.  Two pale
triangular patches of skin with light brown nipples pointing straight at me
brought me to a complete stop.  My jaw went slack while my cock crawled
down my pants leg.

   "Mom, what are you doing?" I barely managed to squeak out.

   "Waiting for you," she replied in a sultry tone.

   "Why?" I nervously asked.

   "Come closer and I'll tell you," she said, reaching both hands out and
beckoning me forward.

   My brain must have shut down.  Now the little head was doing all the
thinking for me as I shuffled slowly over to her.  When I was close enough
she reached out, took one of my hands and placed it palm down on her left
tit.  Her other hand landed on the bulge in my britches.  She stepped
forward until she was pressing her body against the front of me, my hand
still on her firm breast, and hers gently kneading the growing stiffness at
my crotch.

   "I've been thinking about what you told me you did to Martha.  Do you
remember what you said you did to her?" she asked, her voice throaty and
sexual.

   "Y...Yes," my head nodded up and down like a bobble-head doll.

   She leaned in, put her arm around my neck and purred into my ear, "I
want you to do that to me."

   Before I could utter a protest, although I doubt if I had one in me, her
full pouty lips covered mine in a smoldering passionate kiss.  My hand
involuntarily squeezed her tit tighter as her tongue darted into my mouth
and searched for mine.  As if someone else was controlling me, my arm
snaked around her waist and crushed her to me.  Our breathing increased as
our tongues explored each other's mouths, and our hands began to explore
the wonders of our bodies.  My hand slid down from the small of her back
and cupped the delicious firmness of her ass.  The fingers of my hand on
her tit found her nipple and pinched it lightly until it was stiff and
hard. She moaned and pulled her lips off mine so she could suck in great
gulps of air.  I dropped my hand from her tit and cupped her other cheek.

   "That's it baby, squeeze my ass," she hissed.  Swiftly her fingers
deftly undid my pants and pushed them down over my raging member.

   The ties that held her bottoms on came undone easily as I pulled both
strings at the same time.  The red fabric was caught between her legs
momentarily before she parted her legs and let her bottoms float to the
floor.  Placing one hand on her ass, I brought the other one around and
cupped her hairless mound.  My middle finger curled over her clit and the
tip of it slid between her slick lips.

   "Oh shit, oh shit, God yes," she moaned as I pushed more of my finger
into her pussy.

   I could feel her hand rubbing the head of my cock, spreading around the
abundant pre-cum that was leaking from me.  I'd never been this aroused; my
cock was so hard it was almost painful.  She stroked my shaft a couple of
times then pushed herself away from me.  I stood there praying that she
hadn't changed her mind.

   "Let me get up on the desk so you can eat me first," she huffed.

   I began ripping off my clothes as I watched her turn toward the desk and
move something out of her way.  I wasn't sure what she'd moved; my eyes
remained glued to the white pale flesh of her ass cheeks.  When she turned
back around I gazed in amazement at the smoothness of her hairless mound. I
could see her pink clitoris peeking from its hiding place between her puffy
outer lips.  She pressed up against the desk and slid her butt onto the
top. Next she leaned back onto her elbows and put her feet flat on the
desktop with her legs wide open.  A dab of pre-cum dropped from the end of
my dick as I got down on my knees in front of her and inhaled the musky
sweetness of her excited cunt.

   "Eat me baby.  Eat me like you did Martha," she cooed.

   Placing both my hands gently on her hips I lowered my mouth and ran my
tongue through the center of her slit.  When my tongue reached her clit she
pushed her pussy harder onto my mouth.  I gazed up to look at her face, but
saw her pointing what looked like a camera at me instead.  I recognized it
from magazine ads; it was a GoPro Hero3.  The fact that my Mother was
filming me eating her out didn't bother me in the least.  If anything it
turned me on even more.  Now I could watch myself doing it over and over. I
smiled for the camera and sank my tongue back into her hole as far as I
could get it.

   "OOOOHHHHHHH FUCK!" she wailed, holding the camera with one hand and
placing her other one behind my head to push my face deeper into her soaked
slit.

   I rode the wave of her bucking hips with my tongued firmly stuck inside
her until she began to slow down.  When her pelvis stopped moving I stood
up holding my cock with one hand while holding her pussy lips opened with
the other.  Before I could ram myself up her cunt she told me to stop.  I
stared with lust-crazed eyes as she reached to her side and affixed the
camera to a head strap.

   With a shaking hand she held out the camera to me and said, "Put this on
your head so you can film your cock as it goes in me."

   My hands fumbled a bit before I had the headgear on snug enough so it
wouldn't fall off.  The weight of the camera was actually lighter than I'd
expected.  She spread her legs once more and gave me an encouraging nod.  I
stepped close enough to touch her pussy with the head of my cock, pre-cum
dripping down and coating her slit.

   "Russ baby, spank Mommy's clit with it first," she purred.

   I knew what she was doing; she wanted me to do everything to her that
I'd done to Grandma.  I held her pussy lips apart and brought the head of
my cock down onto her enflamed bud.  She squealed in delight each time the
mushroom head slapped the stiff meat of her puffed out clit.  The longer I
beat my cock against her clit, the more my eyes began to play tricks on me.
First I'd see my cock smacking Mom's bare cunt, then I would see Grandma's
hairy pussy taking the spanking.  Back and forth it went, bald pussy, hairy
pussy, bald pussy, then hairy pussy.  I shut my eyes to ward off the
visions.  I could hear Mom's moaning growing louder.  I couldn't take
anymore.  Just like I did with Grandma, I rammed all eight inches home in
one single lunge.  I opened my eyes in time to see Mom's eyes grow big with
surprise and her mouth form a perfect circle.

   "SHIIITTTT RUSS!" she screamed, at the same time pushing upwards to take
more.

   I began to piledrive my meat into her juicy cunt.  Sweat broke out on my
back as I propped myself over her on my hands and steadily rammed my cock
in and out of her velvet glove.  Grandma's pussy had felt wonderful, but it
was nowhere near like the feeling I was having sliding into Mom's tight
wetness.  She arched her back and clamped her muscles around my shaft.  I
could actually feel her juices pouring around my rod as she went over the
edge of her orgasmic cliff.

   "UUUNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!" she yelled, her arms dropping down to her
sides as her body slowly settled unmoving onto the top of the desk.

   "Not yet Mom.  I'm not done fucking you," I growled, standing straight
up and placing her ankles on my shoulders.

   I pointed my head down so the camera could catch my cock sliding in and
out between her puffy lips.  I slowed the pace to where I was pumping into
her in long easy strokes.  I pulled all the way back then slid all the way
in, my cock coated with thick slick juice.  Each time I drove forward I
watched her beautiful tits jiggle, those pert brown nipples pointing up to
the ceiling.  It wasn't long before I was going faster and faster, her cunt
muscles wrapped around my shaft quivering uncontrollably.  Her hands came
up and touched my hips.

   "Now Russell, now!  Fill me up baby," she urged, trying to meet my
thrust with her own.

   "OH FUCK MOM!" I groaned loudly as I flooded her pussy with my cum.  I
fell on top of her and her legs slid down to wrap around my back.  She
continued to rock her cunt up and down my shaft for a few seconds longer
before she exploded again.

   "So good baby, so good," she chanted, throwing her arms around my back
and hugging me to her as she rode the last vestiges of her bliss.

   When I finally had enough energy to stand, I gazed down hoping the
camera was catching the exact moment my softening cock pulled out of her
tight confines.  I could see her inner lips clinging to my shaft, as if
trying to hold me in while I slowly withdrew.  Cum poured out once my
cockhead cleared her entrance and dripped down onto the desk's top.

   "Do you think you can get it up again" I heard her ask as she sat up and
looked me in the eyes.

   "Huh?"

   Before I could gather my thoughts, she hopped off the desk and sank to
her knees in front of me.  My lips formed a silent protest as I watched my
cock disappear into her hot mouth.  While she sucked life back into my
flaccid penis her soft brown eyes stared straight into the camera.  The
sight of my Mother staring up at me with my cock in her mouth was so hot.
Blood filled my dick in an instant.  With a little help from her hands, one
clutching my ball sack as the other stroked my shaft, she drained whatever
cum I had left in my balls.  Just like Grandma had done in one of the
videos, Mom pulled my dick from her mouth and rubbed it around her lips and
chin.

   Without a word she stood up, removed the camera and headgear from my
head and pranced down the attic stairs completely naked.  A few minutes
later, after regaining some composure, I pulled up my pants and went to my
room.  I sat on my bed stunned, and overjoyed, by what had happened.  I
knew Mom was angry with Dad for fucking Grandma, but I never dreamed she'd
do me just to get even.  I guess I didn't know her as well as I thought. 
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned certainly fit this situation.

   Suppertime came and went.  When I didn't show up for it, Mom brought a
plate up to my room.  She was in her maroon nightgown, her nipples hard and
pressing through the thin fabric.  She sat at my desk and fired up the
laptop while I ate.  When I glanced over between bites, I saw that she was
watching the last video we'd watched together one more time.  She paused it
at the place that showed the purple birthmark on the guy then looked in my
direction.  Without saying anything she stood up and went to stand behind
the chair she'd just left.  Casually she bent over the back of the chair
and placed one hand on the seat.  With her other hand she reached around
and began to pull the back of her gown up until it was bunched at the small
of her back.  I stared at the firm round globes of her snow-white ass while
she stared at the screen.  My plate went sideways on my bed and my pants
fell to the floor and stayed where I stepped out of them.  Neither of us
thought about shutting the door.

   I held my rod straight out and sidled up to her butt.  Bending slightly
at the knees I worked the head of my cock between the slick lips of her
cunt until I felt her opening.  Slowly, so I could savor the moment, I
pushed deeper and deeper into her wetness.  When I was all the way in and
my ball sack was touching her clit I reached up under her and latched the
fingers of one hand onto her stiff nipple.  The harder I pinched her
nipple, the louder she moaned.  I tried to go slow, and did at first.  The
feel of her walls sucking my dick soon had me thrusting madly into her. 
Mom's firm cheeks cushioned her against the powerful thrusts I was
hammering into her.  They didn't do anything to prevent my sack from
spanking her clit mercilessly with each forward thrust though.

   "Yes!  Yes!  Yes," she repeated each time I rammed into her.

   "I...I...I'm gonna cum Mom!" I snorted and unleashed a tidal wave of
sperm deep inside her clinching cunt.

   "GOD YESSSSS!" she screamed as her juices mixed with mine and began to
flow out around my shaft.  My cream-coated balls made wet slapping noises
against her clit as I pumped my last drops of cum into her.

   Drained, all I could do was stumble backward and land on my bed.  Mom
lowered her gown and came over and sat next to me after moving my abandoned
plate out of the way.  She pulled the covers up around my crotch covering
my shrinking penis from view.

   "This is all about getting revenge on Dad isn't it?" I was finally able
to ask after catching my breath.

   "At first.  But now..."

   "But now what, Mom?"

   "But now, this time, it was because I wanted to feel your big hard cock
in me again," she stated matter-of-factly.

   I was just about to ask her why when Grandma walked by my room.  She
glanced in, saw Mom and I sitting on the bed, and smiled at us.  Neither of
us was exposed in any way, so I figured she thought we were just talking.
She almost passed completely by but something must have caught her eye. 
She stopped dead in her tracks and spun around to face the laptop's screen.
Her face became deathly pale and her hands flew up to cover her mouth.

   "Roy!" Her scream was barely muffled by the hands in front of her mouth.

   I heard the sound of running feet coming up the stairs and Grandpa
shouting, "What's wrong?" He stopped next to Grandma and peered into my
room.  His eyes bounced around the room until they settled on what Grandma
was staring at.  His face went ashen too.

   "Where did you get that?" he demanded, the paleness leaving his face,
only to be replaced with an angry red.

   "It was on Dad's old laptop.  There's several of them," I stammered.

   Grandma shot a surprised look at Grandpa then moaned, "Oh dear God Roy!"

   Before he could respond she began weeping and ran to her bedroom.  The
slamming of her door jarred the walls in my room.  Mom and I sat there
staring at Grandpa for what felt like an eternity.  Visibly shaking he
pulled his eyes from the screen and looked us both in the eyes.  I could
see moisture beginning to build in his.

   "Give me a few minutes to get her calmed down.  We'll meet you two
downstairs and explain everything." He didn't wait for a reply, he took one
last look at the frozen image on the screen and left.

   As soon as he was out of sight I jumped up and threw on my pants.  I
followed Mom down to the kitchen where we both took a healthy swig of
scotch straight from the bottle.  I didn't know about hers, but my heart
was beating a mile a minute from almost being caught putting the meat to my
own Mother.  Although in retrospect, I shouldn't have been so scared.  I'd
done the same thing to Grandma, and Grandpa knew about it too.  We choked
down one more swallow and went into the front room.  I sat on the couch and
Mom parked herself in Dad's recliner facing my way.

   We heard them coming down the stairs.  Glancing that direction I saw
Grandpa supporting Grandma with his arm around her waist.  He led her over
and they both sat on the couch, somber-faced.  Grandma's eyes were red from
crying.  Grandpa cleared his throat and looked back and forth between Mom
and I.

   "First off, let us say how sorry we are.  We had no idea that Frank even
knew about those films, let alone that he put it on his computer.  We
thought we'd accidentally thrown them out or misplaced them years and years
ago.  I guess we were wrong."

   Mom seized on that in a heartbeat.  "Why wouldn't Frank know about them?
Shit, it was him that was filming the whole thing in the first place!"

   Grandma's head snapped up and she said, "What?  No dear, you're wrong."

   "Like hell I am!  I saw the birthmark," Mom shrieked.

   "Calm down Tammy, and let me explain," Grandpa said soothingly.

   "Okay, explain how I watched a video of my husband fucking Martha!" Mom
was getting more agitated.

   "That wasn't Frank you saw, it was Robert," Grandma whispered, then
started weeping into her hands.

   "Who's Robert?" I asked before Mom could throw out some snide remark.

   Grandpa scooted forward until he was sitting on the edge of his seat,
put his elbows on his knees and clasped his hands together.  "That is...was
Frank's identical twin brother.  He passed away before Frank and your Mom
ever met," he choked out.

   "Bullshit!  Frank has never mentioned anything about having a brother,
especially not a twin," Mom cried out angrily.

   Grandpa grew livid.  "Listen here missy, if you want to hear the story
then shut your damn pie-hole and let me finish.  Otherwise, we're done
here!"

   I've never seen Grandpa so angry.  I also expected Mom to come unhinged.
Instead she settled back in the recliner, crossed her arms over her
magnificent chest, and just glared at him.  She didn't open her pie-hole
once while Grandpa finished telling us what he had to say.

   Robert had been born one minute after Dad.  The two boys grew up
together more like best friends than siblings.  By the time the boys were
seventeen Robert began to have dizzy spells.  He never mentioned it to Roy
and Martha, only to Frank.  In their senior year of high school Frank
passed out in the kitchen while helping set the dinner table.  He was
rushed to the hospital where the attending physician didn't even bother
having x-rays taken.  The doctor told Roy and Martha that it was just a
small concussion from his football playing.  The doctor gave them a
prescription for pharmaceutical-grade Tylenol and told Robert to take it
easy for a day or so.

   One week after his eighteenth birthday Robert collapsed in class.  He
was rushed to the hospital where an intern in the ER ordered a barrage of
x-rays and blood test.  The results of the tests showed that Robert had a
massive tumor growing in his brain.  The intern explained that because of
its size and location it was inoperable.  They refused to believe that and
had taken Robert to a specialist.  The outcome was the same.  The prognosis
was that Robert's condition was terminal.  Frank took it hard.  He blamed
himself because he hadn't told Roy and Martha about Robert's dizzy spells.
Night after night they heard him crying himself to sleep.

   "My God.  Why hasn't Frank ever told me?" Mom gently asked.

   "I think it was because of the guilt he's felt for not saying anything.
As for Roy and I, Robert's dying request was that we got on with our lives
as if he'd never existed.  He told us he wouldn't rest peacefully if he
knew we were in pain from mourning him.  That's a request we've honored up
until now," Grandma said, the pain in her heart evident.

   "I don't understand how you can go through life and not tell anyone
about your son," Mom said respectively.

   "We do it because Robert made us promise.  A promise we've tried to
keep. I think Frank does it because it causes him too much pain and guilt
to talk about his brother," Grandpa replied.

   "We do miss him terribly.  We've got reminders of him all over our
house," Grandma added.

   "I've been in your house Martha, and I don't remember any mementos of
another son," Mom said.

   Grandma's eyes grew wide and then she said, "Half the picture you've
seen in our house are not of Frank my dear.  A lot of them are of Robert."

   "I...I didn't know that," Mom stammered.

   "Not too many people do sweetheart," Grandma softly said.

   Mom leaned forward in her chair and asked, "What about the videos?  The
birthmark I saw?  And not to sound crass, why did the three of you have sex
together in the first place?"

   "We wanted our boy to experience as much of life as possible before he
died, that included being with a woman.  No man should ever die before
having the joy that comes from being with a woman.  But we couldn't just
bring in some smelly prostitute, now could we?  Martha and I discussed it
and came up with a solution.  Martha would give herself to our boy; all of
herself.  The only thing we hadn't counted on was Robert's reluctance to
having his Mom cheat on his Dad, even if it was with him.  When we
explained things, and I joined in, he grew more receptive to our plan."
Grandpa ran out of breath and leaned back on the couch.

   Skeptically Mom said, "I'm still not sure if I believe you.  I saw
Frank's birthmark plain as day on the video."

   "Of course you did dear.  Both our boys have identical birthmarks on
their shoulder blades, only they are on opposite sides.  Frank's is on his
right, and Robert's was on his left.  That's where they were pressed
together in my womb," Grandma explained with a slight chuckle.

   Mom's eyes grew until they were as round as a plate.  After a full
minute of staring into space she hollered, "Oh God!" and leaped from the
chair and ran up the stairs.  Grandma, Grandpa and I just stared at each
other for a few seconds before I jumped up and chased after her.  I found
her in my bedroom staring at the paused image on Dad's old laptop.  It
clearly showed the birthmark was on the guys left shoulder.

   "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me" Mom whispered over and over and over.

   "What's wrong?" I asked worried.

   "Martha's right, this isn't your Dad." She couldn't tear her eyes off
the screen.

   "So?" I said.

   "God, I was so sure it was Frank.  I was so mad at him I..." she didn't
finish.  She turned and faced me, fear was written all over her face.

   A knot formed in the pit of my stomach as I asked, "What did you do
Mom?"

   "I e-mailed the video of us having sex to your father!"

   Epilogue

   My hands were propped behind my head, a shit-eating grin plastered to my
face, as I watched Mom slip her bald cunt lips over the tip of my cock. 
Slowly, just the way I liked it, she went lower until her pussy swallowed
all eight inches and her ass cheeks settled onto my pubic hair.  The GoPro
strapped to my head capturing the moment in dazzling high-definition.  Mom
liked to fuck in the reverse cowgirl position as much as I liked for her to
do it that way.  It gave me a clear shot of her pussy lips slurping my dick
as she rose and fell; she likes it because she said it lets my cock reach
her special places better than any other position.  Faster and faster she
rode me until we both achieved the ultimate in pleasure.  My seed poured
into her and then dribbled out the sides around my sloppy wet cock.  When I
felt her cunt tighten up around my shaft I grabbed her hips and jammed
upwards to help her reach her peak.  Sighing contently she slumped back
against my front and kicked her feet out toward the foot of the bed.  With
my hands cupping her glorious breasts, she lay on top of me like that long
after my cock went soft and slid from her sticky warm embrace.

   It's been nearly four months since Dad divorced Mom.  He never came back
to the house; instead he had his lawyer arrange for pick-up of his things.
He also didn't have us arrested, or drag Mom through the courts for that
matter.  The embarrassment of having the world know that he'd been cuckold
by his own son would have been too much for him.  I'm not sure if I'll ever
have a relationship with him again.  I seriously doubt it.  But on the
bright side, Mom and I are having a ball.  She plans on having a sunroom
built onto the back of the house this summer, so she can tan all over.  I
get hard just thinking about it.

   The grandparents stayed another week, although it was a tense week.  The
repairs to their house were finished sooner than expected and it took them
no time in fleeing back home.  To let them know there were no hard
feelings, Mom gave them Dad's old laptop so they could decide what to do
with the videos.  That was okay with me; my new laptop is getting quite the
collection of new videos that Mom and I like to watch together.

   I got a nice surprise the other day.  I haven't made up my mind if I'm
going to tell Mom about it or not.  Grandma called and wanted to know if I
felt like coming for a visit this summer.  She told me her old itch was
acting up.


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