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Mum's The Word
by Scorpio00155 (scorpio00155@hotmail.com)

***

Mark is a foster kid who finally finds a haven with a 
"very" understanding foster family. (MFm-teen, ped) 

***

For fifteen years I had been passed from foster home to 
foster home, I'd never been in the same place for 
longer than a couple of years and needless to say it 
left me feeling bitter and unwanted. I suppose to be 
honest the fault lay with the system, but I didn't see 
it that way, all I knew was that just as I was 
beginning to settle in to a place along came the Social 
Services to move me on. 

The knowledge that I had been put into this situation 
by the Social Services did nothing to help, quite by 
accident I had found out that they had taken me from my 
mother when I was born because they had considered her 
too young to look after me, apparently she had been 
thirteen when she gave birth to me. 

All in all I was not happy with my life and as I grew 
older I did a lot to express this, I was always getting 
into trouble of one sort or another, never quite bad 
enough to land me in a juvenile court, but enough to 
have me labeled as a problem child. Things changed 
quite unexpectedly when I was assigned to the Wilson's.

On the day I was 'escorted' to the Wilson household I 
was expecting to meet the usual middle-aged couple who 
had a bevy of kids of their own and thought it would be 
'nice' to give a home to a 'deprived' child. To my 
surprise Mrs. Wilson was a very attractive woman in her 
late twenties while Mr. Wilson was a well-preserved 
pensioner.

"Well, here we are then." the Social Worker greeted the 
couple, "This is Mark, Mark this is Mr. and Mrs. 
Wilson."

"Hello son." Mr. Wilson greeted me with a smile.

I gave a sullen nod and received a glare from the 
Social Worker; I'd already been warned to be on my best 
behaviour by him.

"Shall we go inside?" Mrs. Wilson smiled.

"I can't stop," the Social Worker replied, "I've 
another call to make."

Relieved to be rid of me the man left, bending down I 
picked up my suitcase in which were my few meagre 
possessions and looked at my new 'family'.

"Come in Mark," Mr. Wilson smiled, "I'll show you to 
your room. After you've unpacked we can get to know 
each other."

"Whatever." I sighed.

Mr. Wilson led me upstairs to a bedroom, much to my 
surprise the room was large, I was used to getting the 
smallest room in the house, and in the centre of the 
room was a double bed, which also surprised me. Along 
one wall were wardrobes, a chest of drawers and a 
dressing table; on the opposite wall were a desk and a 
set of bookshelves, barely glancing at the books on the 
shelves I gazed at the computer sitting on the desk. 
Grinning Mr. Wilson attracted my attention to the 
television and video recorder that sat opposite the end 
of the bed, looking around at the luxury of the room I 
tried to figure out what the catch was.

"I'll leave you alone to unpack," Mr. Wilson said with 
a smile, "when you are ready come downstairs and we'll 
get to know each other a little."

"Yeah, sure." I responded in my usual sullen tone.

Unfazed by my attitude Mr. Wilson grinned and left the 
room, as the door closed behind him I put my case on 
the bed and sat down beside it. Once again I looked 
around the room, I was tempted to pinch myself as I 
could not believe what I was seeing, in all my other 
foster homes I had been assigned the worst room, at 
times I'd had to share, there had been no little 
luxuries like my own wardrobes and definitely no 
computer, TV and video for my own personal use. 

There had to be a catch, but I was damned if I could 
see it. No doubt it would make itself known in time, 
for the present I decided to enjoy it while I could. 
Grinning to myself I opened my case and put the entire 
contents in one drawer of the chest of drawers, 
unpacked I lay back on the bed and whiled away a few 
minutes before making my way downstairs.

"We're in here." Mrs. Wilson's voice greeted me as I 
reached the foot of the stairs.

Following the sound of her voice I entered what had to 
be the living room of the place, Mr. Wilson was 
lounging in an armchair while Mrs. Wilson was busy at a 
bar.

"Sit down son." Mr. Wilson grinned at me.

"Would you like a coke?" Mrs. Wilson asked from the 
bar.

"Uh, yes." I replied as I sank into an armchair.

"So," Mr. Wilson said, "how do you like the room?"

"It's okay." I replied.

"Not quite what you expected though." he grinned, 
"Never mind. Let's start by telling you that the S.S. 
warned us that you were a problem child."

I sighed as I awaited the usual lecture about 
'behaviour' and 'manners', Mrs. Wilson handed me a 
coke, gave her husband a glass of what looked like 
scotch and sat down on the couch with a glass of clear 
liquid in her hands.

"Which was why we agreed to take you." Mrs. Wilson 
smiled over at me.

"Huh?" I responded brilliantly.

"It's like this," Mr. Wilson laughed, "I know that 
you've probably been shoved from home to home, you've 
had to share rooms or been stuck in the worst room, any 
kid would be rebellious after that. I know, I've been 
there. Here's the proposition, you be yourself, if we 
can get along for six months Mona and I will apply for 
adoption, does that sound fair enough to you?"

I was gob-smacked; I was being offered a permanent home 
if I could behave myself for six months. Now I knew I 
was dreaming, but I could be sweetness and light for 
that long for that kind of offer.

"Don't get the wrong idea," Mr. Wilson grinned at me, 
"I know you can act the little angel if you want, but 
that's not what we want. We want you to be yourself, 
not the obnoxious little sod you pretend to be or a 
'goody-goody' suck up, just you, warts and all."

This was even more of a surprise, I wasn't sure I could 
be 'myself' for I no longer knew who I was, but I was 
willing to try.

"I'll try." I replied.

"Good lad." Mr. Wilson grinned, "It will be hard to 
start with, after so many foster homes I doubt if you 
know the real you, but now is the time to find out. You 
never know, you may find that you like yourself. Now 
then, we know you are Mark Turner, obviously we will 
call you Mark, in return you must call me Tom and my 
wife Mona."

"Okay," I replied with a half grin, "but can I ask a 
question?"

"Fire away," Tom grinned, "if you don't ask you'll 
never learn."

"How come...well why..." I faltered, "that is you and 
Mona..."

"Ah," Mona laughed, "how come a young dolly bird like 
me married an old foggy like Tom?"

"Well, yes." I said.

"Easy," she laughed, "I love him. Don't let the 
wrinkles fool you Mark, Tom is lively in most respects 
and it's his personality I love not his body."

"And here I was thinking it was my body you were 
after." Tom laughed.

"That too." Mona grinned, "Anyway, does that answer 
your question Mark?"

"Uh, yes." I replied.

Despite myself I was forced to grin at the way Tom and 
Mona talked to each other, their relaxed attitude made 
me relax and for the first time I looked forward to 
settling into a home. In an easy manner the pair of 
them asked me about myself and I replied to their 
questions truthfully, something I had not done since I 
had been seven, in return they told me a little about 
themselves. The time passed quickly and I was surprised 
when Mona stood up and headed for the kitchen, I was 
even more surprised to discover that it was already 
seven in the evening.

"Time has a habit of flying by when you are having 
fun." Tom grinned.

"I, uh, suppose so." I responded.

Tom laughed at my uncertain answer, a few minutes later 
Mona wandered back into the room.

"Right," she said, "dinner will be ready in half an 
hour. I'm having another drink. Do you want another 
Tom?"

"Love one." he replied.

"What about you Mark?" she asked.

I was tempted to ask for a scotch, I had discovered I 
liked scotch when I was twelve and had drunk it as 
often as I could ever since.

"Of course he will," Tom laughed, "you look like a 
scotch man to me."

"Yes I am," I responded in surprise, "but how...?"

"I learnt to drink when I was eleven," he grinned, "the 
foster family I was with never did figure out that it 
was me swiping the scotch."

"Neat or with a mixer?" Mona asked with a smile.

"Neat please." I grinned eagerly.

"Good man." Tom beamed, "It'll put hairs on your 
chest."

Mona sorted out the drinks and handed them round, this 
time I knew what she was drinking as I'd seen her fill 
her glass from a vodka bottle. Sipping my drink I 
wondered what we were going to have for dinner then 
grinned over my glass as I realised that I felt eager 
for the first time in a foster home.

"So," Mona grinned at me, "you drink. Do you smoke as 
well?"

"Only if I don't use Vaseline." I responded without 
thinking.

For a moment I thought I'd blown it, but to my surprise 
they both started laughing.

"The old one's are still the best." Tom laughed 
heartily.

"How about cigarettes?" Mona laughed.

"No," I said with relief, "I tried them and didn't like 
them."

"And girls?" Tom laughed.

"I haven't," I replied with embarrassment, "well you 
know. Nearly did, but I got caught and was sent to 
another home."

"Don't worry about it son," Tom grinned, "we all get 
caught at one time or another. Anyway, there's no need 
to feel embarrassed about the subject, especially in 
this house."

By that time dinner was ready and we retired to the 
kitchen to eat it, Mona was a good cook and I enjoyed 
the casserole she had made to the point of having 
seconds, which pleased both of them. Mona and Tom did 
the dishes then we all went back into the living room 
where we chatted for the next three hours; three hours 
that passed like minutes. Just after eleven Tom looked 
at me and grinned.

"Time for bed young man," he said, "you've school 
tomorrow."

Reluctantly I went up to my room, got undressed and 
climbed into bed, I had just pulled the cover over me 
when there was knock at the door.

"Come in." I called.

Mona looked at me from the doorway; over her shoulder I 
could see Tom grinning at me.

"Goodnight Mark." Mona smiled, "If you need anything we 
are just across the hall."

"Night son," Tom said, "sleep tight."

"Goodnight." I smiled back at them.

So ended my first day with the Wilson's, surprisingly I 
got to sleep almost immediately and didn't wake until 
Mona came in to get me up the following morning.

It took the Wilson's less than six months to decide 
that they wanted me as their son, I was no angel, but 
they liked that. As for me I had found myself growing 
to like them more and more with each passing day, Tom 
was fair, but firm and I respected him for that, Mona 
was gentle and kind and I liked her a lot. Under their 
influence I became less of a 'problem', I got into less 
trouble until it reached the point that the only 
trouble I got into was punch-ups at school and Tom 
laughed these off while Mona cleaned up my bruised 
knuckles. 

Three months after I had arrived with them the Wilson's 
applied for adoption, a month later it came through and 
I found myself with a family of my own at long, long 
last. The timing was perfect, I became legally adopted 
on the first day of the school summer holiday.

"Let's celebrate." Tom laughed as we left the court, 
"How about a slap up feed at the chinkies followed by a 
few bottles of booze and a night of debauchery?"

"Sounds great to me." Mona laughed back, "What about 
you Mark?"

"Great," I grinned, "only what's debauchery?"

"Try getting pissed out our skulls." Tom laughed.

"Sounds good to me." I grinned.

The meal was good, with the meal we drank Sake, which I 
found that I liked, I also found out that it was potent 
stuff and snuck up on you when you weren't looking. 
From the restaurant we went home by taxi, I felt half-
cut as I flopped onto the couch grinning like a village 
idiot. Tom poured the drinks with a heavy hand then 
handed them around.

"You're trying to get me pissed." Mona commented as she 
took her glass.

"Guilty." Tom grinned, "Anyway, let's close the 
curtains while we can still find them and get down to a 
good debauch."

I helped them close the curtains and lock up the house 
before we returned to the living room and our full 
glasses, we toasted each other and in a short space of 
time our glasses were no longer full. This didn't faze 
Tom for one moment; he just filled them again then 
wandered over to the shelf where all the videos were 
kept.

"What do you think Mona?" Tom asked peering at the top 
shelf.

"You choose," she grinned at him, "how about something 
that has a bit of everything."

"A bit of everything it is." Tom laughed reaching for a 
tape.

Knowing that the top shelf was all porn videos I 
grinned, though I had not been restricted I had not 
taken anything from the top shelf to watch in my room 
so I was eager to see what they were like. Mona sat on 
the floor as Tom put the tape in the player and turned 
it on, grinning broadly he joined her on the floor then 
looked over his shoulder at me.

"You all right up there?" he asked.

"Fine." I grinned as the film started.

From the first minute to the last I was glued to the 
screen, half of what I saw seemed unbelievable, the 
rest almost so, but it was all exciting and I soon had 
a raging erection. Tom and Mona's comments only added 
to the excitement and when the film was finished I 
found myself staring stupidly at the empty glass in my 
hand, a glass I didn't remember draining. 

Raising my eyes I looked at Mona as she got to her 
feet, pissed and randy as I was I thought her the most 
desirable thing on the planet, my eyes followed her as 
she crossed the room to the bar to pour some more 
drinks while Tom put the video tape away. My attention 
was dragged away from Mona when Tom began laughing, I 
looked at him and he winked, blushing I realised that 
Tom knew the thoughts running through my sozzled brain.

"No need to blush," Tom laughed, "I'm having the same 
thoughts myself."

"You never stop having them." Mona commented as she 
handed him his drink.

Wide-eyed I watched Tom stroke her backside before she 
came to give me my drink, bending forward she handed me 
my glass with a broad grin. Straightening she looked 
over her shoulder at Tom and wriggled her hips.

"Come and sit down you randy old goat." She laughed.

Laughing Tom crossed the room and sat beside me on the 
couch, I couldn't help but laugh along with them as I 
wished that the night would never end. Crossing to the 
music centre Mona started a CD playing, the music was 
slow yet had a deep, sensual beat to it and Mona stood 
swaying in time to that beat.

"Oh ho," Tom laughed, "you're in for a treat son."

"Shall I?" Mona asked with a sexy smile.

"Hell yes!" Tom replied heartily, "I'm sure Mark will 
have no objections."

To be honest I was a little confused about what was 
going on, wondering what I might object to I settled 
back and ogled Mona some more while Tom leant forward 
in his seat. A split second later I was leaning forward 
and staring goggle-eyed, as in time to the music Mona 
had reached behind her and opened her dress, gulping 
down my scotch I watched her sexily slide the material 
down her body, step out of it and toss it onto an 
armchair.

"Enjoying it?" Tom asked from beside me.

"You bet!" I laughed as Mona opened her bra.

Grinning Mona teased us before tossing the bra on top 
of the dress; lustfully I stared at her ripe tits, my 
cock becoming harder in the confines of my trousers.

"More, more!" Tom laughed.

Turning her back to us Mona slid her panties down her 
legs, bending at the knees so that we saw nothing of 
her pussy as she removed her panties, twirled them over 
her head then tossed them onto the armchair. Teasingly 
slowly she turned to face us with her hands covering 
her pussy, removing one hand she cupped a tit and 
grinned at us, then she moved her other hand and I 
sighed at the sight of her neatly trimmed pubic hair. 
Laughing Mona turned around and bent over from the 
waist to grasp her ankles and I stared wide-eyed at her 
pussy revealed in all its sexy glory.

"She's hot stuff isn't she." Tom laughed.

Unable to find my voice I nodded my reply as I watched 
Mona dance and sway, every move she made showed off her 
body to the full and what a body she had to show!

"Care to join us?" Tom said from beside me.

Tearing my eyes away from Mona I saw that Tom was stark 
naked, I had been so intent on Mona's body that I 
hadn't noticed him removing his clothes. With a burst 
of motion I stripped off my clothes.

"My your eager." Mona laughed.

"And why not?" Tom grinned, "A corpse would be eager 
with you around my love."

Crossing the room Mona came and stood right in front of 
us, hungrily I stared at her body from close range as I 
memorised it for future fantasies. Beside me Tom 
laughed then took my hand, gently he placed my hand on 
one of Mona's tits and encouraged me to play with her 
pliant, fleshy globe; not that I needed much 
encouragement. 

The feel of Mona's flesh on mine sent my excitement 
soaring to new heights and when I gently tweaked her 
nipple with my fingers Mona's smile grew wider. 
Tentatively I raised my other hand to her tits, Mona 
raised no objection when I began to play with her other 
boob and I saw Tom nodding out of the corner of my eye. 
Disbelievingly I looked at Tom, he grinned at me and 
winked.

"Go ahead son," he said softly, "enjoy yourself."

"But..." I said finally finding my voice.

"Tom's not as young as he was," Mona said attracting my 
attention back to her luscious body, "watching me with 
another man gets him hard."

"And I need all the help I can get." Tom laughed.

By now I was too excited to stop, but it was a relief 
to know that my attentions to Mona were welcomed by 
both of them. It was like reliving my fantasies, Mona 
responded to my caresses eagerly and enthusiastically 
and when I slid a hand down her body to explore her 
pussy she sighed with contentment. With slow movements 
I ran my fingers along Mona's slit, the heat of her 
skin enticing me even more, putting theory into 
practice I stroked her clitoris making Mona shudder 
with pleasure. 

For a few minutes I concentrated my attentions on her 
clit then I slid my fingers down to her pussy, gently I 
pushed a finger into her and felt her juices wetting my 
skin, adding a second finger I leant up and took one of 
her nipples in my mouth. Mona groaned then shuddered as 
my fingers moved in her pussy and my mouth moved on her 
nipple, she shuddered again when I stretched my thumb 
out to press on her clit.

"God that's so good." Mona breathed.

"Try tasting her pussy." Tom encouraged me.

Mona moved back a step then lay down on the carpet, 
reaching out to me she nodded at me to join her, I lost 
no time in sinking to my knees and lowering my head to 
her pussy and as I flicked out my tongue to lick her I 
was aware of Tom watching us from the couch. 

The taste of Mona's juices in my mouth sent me lapping 
eagerly for more, at the same time I reached up and 
played with her nipples which made her gasp and squirm 
with arousal. Pushing my tongue as deep as it would go 
I marvelled at the taste of her juices and the feel of 
her hard nipple between my fingers, flicking my tongue 
across her flesh I teased her clit and Mona erupted.

"Thar she blows." Tom laughed from the couch as Mona 
climaxed.

Mona's thighs clenched around my ears as her body 
bucked, it was all I could do to keep my mouth on her 
pussy, the flow of her juices filling my mouth with 
their flavour as I lapped hungrily at them, their scent 
filling my nostrils until I thought I would faint. 
Dimly I was aware of Mona crying out, her hands touched 
my head and pulled me tighter to her shaking body, 
moments later she was pulling me up her body and I knew 
that I was about to lose my virginity and revelled in 
the moment.

"Give it to her son." Tom said huskily.

My cock pressed at the entrance to her pussy then slid 
into her, sighing I savoured the feel of her muscles 
gripping me before starting to move. With long, slow 
strokes I began to fuck Mona, with gasps and cries she 
matched my movements while Tom encouraged me verbally, 
it was an amazing turn-on knowing that Tom was watching 
me fuck his wife. Before too long my movements became 
faster, still matching my motions Mona's cries got 
louder and when her body began to buck and writhe 
beneath me it was too much, with a groan I pushed deep 
into her pussy and my seed exploded into her. 

For a few moments I stiffened as a wave of pleasure 
surged through me, then, with a gasp, I relaxed and 
began thrusting again, beneath me Mona cried out as I 
forced her to yet another orgasm. Gradually my cock 
began to shrink; reluctantly I rolled off her quivering 
body and looked over at Tom. Grinning Tom rose from the 
couch, his ancient cock hard and ready for action, 
covering Mona with his body he sighed and slid his cock 
into her pussy. As he began thrusting with slow 
deliberate movements Tom looked at me and winked.

"Let her suck your cock son" he breathed heavily, 
"while I fuck her brains out."

It was the work of only a matter of moments to position 
myself where Mona could reach me with her mouth and as 
her lips closed around my limp cock I felt a shudder of 
excitement run through me. Within seconds my cock had 
surged to full erection and the feel of Mona's mouth 
and tongue moving on my flesh quickly drove me towards 
a climax. As I felt the surge of heat and pleasure in 
my prick Tom groaned and thrust deep into Mona, with a 
gasp I filled her mouth with my hot seed. 

Mona cried out around my cock then clamped her lips 
shut and sucked hard, I could feel her swallowing every 
drop of my cum and groaned with sheer bliss. A few 
moments later Tom began thrusting again, to my surprise 
my cock stayed hard in Mona's mouth as her mouth moved 
on my excited flesh, shortly after that Tom rolled off 
Mona to lie gasping and panting for breath beside us. 
Mona moved her mouth away from me, Tom grinned and I 
knew that I was to fuck her again; eagerly I moved 
between her legs and thrust my prick into her pussy.

"That's the way," Tom gasped, "fuck her hard."

With heavy strokes I fucked Mona, beside me Tom 
encouraged me as my movements gradually became faster 
and harder, beneath me Mona cried, sobbed and gasped as 
she had climax after climax. When at last I felt my own 
climax approaching I thrust deep into her and let my 
juices flow hotly into her depths, a few moments later 
I rolled off her shuddering body to sit gasping for 
breath. As I moved away Tom took my place, his cock 
once again hard, fascinated I watched his cock slide 
into Mona's pussy then begin moving. 

Mona cried out as her husband took her, the sight of 
his cock sliding in and out of her pussy exciting me so 
much that my cock twitched back to erection and stayed 
erect as Tom fucked Mona. Some time later Tom thrust 
deep into Mona and groaned, I thought he was going to 
have a heart attack as his climax hit him, but moments 
later he was thrusting again. After a few more moments 
Tom rolled off Mona's quivering body to lie gasping for 
breath on the carpet, in a daze Mona looked my way and 
smiled then her eyes went wide as she saw my hard cock.

"God," she breathed, "not again."

Tom sat up and looked at me, his mouth curling into a 
broad grin as he saw what had caused Mona's comment.

"Ah the energy of youth." he laughed breathlessly, 
"Poor Mona is going to be knackered."

"Maybe I ought to let her recover a little." I grinned 
back.

"Shut up and fuck me!" Mona gasped reaching out for me.

I needed no further invitation, with a sigh I let my 
prick sink into her depths, a mix of my seed, Tom's 
seed and Mona's juices coated my cock as I let it rest 
within her for a moment. When I at last began thrusting 
Mona almost screamed and began to buck and flop beneath 
me uncontrollably, Tom laughed and told me to fuck her 
harder, which I did. It seemed an age before I felt the 
hot surge of my climax and by the time I thrust into 
Mona's pussy and filled her yet again with my seed she 
was almost unconscious with pleasure. Gasping I gave a 
few more thrusts then rolled off her limp body and 
looked at Tom.

"You've done it now," he grinned at me, "she'll be 
expecting this sort of treatment on a regular basis."

"Damn right!" Mona gasped weakly.

After a few minutes Tom struggled to his feet and left 
the room, a few seconds later he returned with a towel, 
which he handed to the still, prostrate Mona. With a 
shudder Mona cleaned our mixed juices from her pussy 
then sat up, grinning she looked from Tom to me then 
back to Tom.

"That was fantastic." Mona breathed, "And you had two 
erections, Mark is definitely good for you."

"And you." Tom laughed.

"True." Mona laughed looking my way, "What about you 
Mark, did you enjoy yourself?"

"Too right I did." I grinned.

Helping each other we got off the floor and onto the 
couch, though I felt drained and tired I got up and 
poured us all a drink before flopping onto the couch. 
For a while we just sat and sipped our drinks, 
recovering and reliving the experience, then Mona 
sighed loudly.

"That was a big sigh," Tom commented, "was there a 
particular reason for it?"

"Hmm, yes," Mona smiled, "I was just thinking that I've 
missed so much of the things about being a mother. I 
was wondering where my baby is and what type of boy he 
grew up to be."

This puzzled me so much that I had to comment.

"If you have a child why did you need to adopt me?" I 
asked.

Mona looked sad then sighed, smiling she answered my 
question.

"When I was thirteen I had a baby," she said softly, 
"the father was a much older married man who had used 
me. My parents would not let me keep the child and so 
the Social Services took him away from me as soon as he 
was born, I never even got to hold him."

I gulped as I listened to her story for it matched my 
own so closely that it was impossible, my face must 
have gone pale for Tom suddenly looked concerned.

"Are you all right Mark?" he asked.

Nodding I gathered my shocked thoughts and looked at 
Mona.

"I didn't think my story would upset you so much Mark." 
She said softly.

"It wouldn't have," I breathed, "if it wasn't for the 
fact that...that I was taken from my mother when I was 
born, my mother was thirteen."

"Your mother was...oh my God!" Mona gasped.

"Good Lord," Tom gasped, "it's impossible!"

We sat in stunned silence for a few minutes, a silence 
that Mona broke reluctantly.

"Mark," she said, "do you know the hospital you were 
born at."

"I snuck a look at my files, I was born at St. Thomas 
Hospital." I replied, "I was born on the third of 
September, I didn't get to see any more as the 
supervisor came back."

"Did you see what year?" Tom asked.

When I told them the year Mona gasped, her eyes went 
wide and I knew that it was no coincidence; she was my 
natural mother! With a blast of excitement my cock shot 
back to erection at the realisation that I had fucked 
my own mother, beside me Tom sighed and one glance 
showed me that his cock was hard for the same reason. 
Mona looked at the pair of us, her eyes staring at our 
hard cocks; slowly the blood came back to her face and 
a grin spread across her lips.

"My son," she breathed, "God doesn't fate play some 
weird tricks."

"What do we do now?" I asked.

"Now?" she laughed, "Now the pair of you fuck me silly, 
later we can sort this all out."

It was a surprise to hear Mona ask us to fuck her, but 
we lost no time in complying with her demand and once 
again her cries filled the room as first I then Tom 
took her, the knowledge that she was my real mother 
only adding to the excitement. When at last our lust 
was once again sated we all flopped onto the couch to 
recover.

"Jesus that was a turn on." Tom sighed, "Knowing that 
you were being taken by your own son really got me 
hot!"

"How do you think I felt?" Mona laughed, "It was a 
shock at first then I became so hot I nearly came 
before you touched me. There is one thing though Mark, 
this has to be our secret, no-one will bat an eyelid if 
they find out that I'm screwing our adopted son, but if 
anyone discovers that you are my real son the shit will 
hit the fan."

"I'm not about to let on," I grinned, "so Mum's the 
word."

Laughing we struggled to our feet, up the stairs and to 
bed where I slept the sleep of the exhausted.

When I woke the next morning I wondered if the events 
of the previous night had been a dream, still wondering 
I made my way to the bathroom for my morning ablutions. 
Refreshed after a shower I returned to my room, dressed 
and went downstairs to the kitchen where I found Tom 
and Mona.

"Morning sleepyhead." Tom greeted me as I entered the 
room.

"Morning." I replied.

"Sit down Mark, breakfast is nearly done." Mona said 
over her shoulder.

Sitting at the kitchen table I felt a little over 
dressed in my shirt and trousers for Tom and Mona were 
wearing nothing but dressing gowns. A few minutes later 
I was tucking into bacon, eggs and toast and still 
wondering whether I had dreamed the events of the 
previous night. I wasn't wondering for long.

"So," Mona grinned over the rim of her coffee cup, "how 
does it feel no longer being a virgin?"

"Great." I grinned, "I knew sex was supposed to be 
good, but I never expected it to be that good."

"Ah well," Tom grinned, "Mona is a right little raver 
and really enjoys herself which of course makes it all 
the more pleasurable for whoever is fucking her at the 
time. Well at least we won't have to keep on paying out 
for gigolo's."

"Tom!" Mona said blushing.

Knowing what Tom was referring to I grinned at Mona's 
discomfiture.

"Anyway," Mona continued with a laugh, "I can look 
forward to getting laid more than once a week now."

"You'll be the death of me," Tom laughed, "but what a 
way to go."

Breakfast finished I helped wash up and we all retired 
to the living room where the conversation continued.

"Last night was fun," Tom smiled, "but I'm not sure 
that I'm up to too many sessions like that. So, Mark, 
don't wait for an engraved invitation from me if you 
fancy a bit with Mona."

"What Tom is trying to say," Mona laughed, "in his 
usual undiplomatic way is that you can have sex with me 
whenever you want, within reason that is."

All this talk about sex had given me an erection and I 
was tempted to take Mona there and then.

"Within reason?" I asked tongue in cheek.

Tom grinned at me and winked while Mona smiled.

"In other words," she replied, "when we are in the 
house and have no visitors."

"Like now you mean?" I grinned.

"Like now." she responded.

Grinning I started to unbutton my shirt, Tom roared 
with laughter as Mona's eyes went wide.

"He got you good." Tom roared, "Get 'em off and assume 
the position!"

Laughing Mona stood up, took off her dressing gown to 
reveal her luscious body then looked at me.

"How would you like me?" she asked cheekily.

"From behind." I replied just as cheekily.

As Mona dropped to all fours on the carpet Tom laughed 
and told me to make her scream, I was only too willing 
to follow his order.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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