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How I Ended Up Fucking my Ex-Girlfriends Mum

When I was in my mid 20’s I was flying high in my corporate job. I worked for a big global company who were the leaders in our market. It was an industry of dinosaurs and my advantage was being young and tech savvy in an ever changing world. I could teach the cast of Jurassic Park all the new tricks. Our closest (and fierce) competitor was a local company called the Morton Group, who started as a small family business several generations ago, and grew to become a huge player in the region.

In your mid 20’s you can party hard on a “school night” and still get up for work the next day. Which is why on Sunday nights, my mates and I would hit a club well known for their Sunday night parties. This is where I met Karly. A year younger than me, barbie doll features; gorgeous, blonde hair, blue eyes, banging figure. Karly was like a posh girl gone wild. I took her home and we had a night of crazy sex. I woke up with scratches, bites and bruises, left her the spare keys to lock the door for when she was leaving and that was that.

Or so I thought. Karly was still there when I got back. We got drunk again, had another crazy night of sex and repeat. Off to work I went again.

On Tuesday she went home and came back again. We were in such a whirlwind of sex and drunkenness that it got to midweek when we realised we knew absolutely nothing about each other. No phone numbers exchanged, no social media, not even her second name.

“Karly Morton” she said.

I laughed. “I know all ...

... about the name Morton” I joked. There was obviously no connection, but I had to explain my own internal joke to her about how the Morton Group was a thorn in my side in my professional life.

“Yeah that’s my dads company” she tells me. I almost choked on my food.

Fast forward several months, Karly and I are all loved up, I had practically moved into her family home with her, her mum, dad and two sisters, and was now working with her dads company in a high up position. All the women in the family looked the same. The blonde hair/blue eyes combo. Almost Nordic-like.

The Morton family had their fingers in a lot of pies, and their beaks in places fingers don’t go. Chances are if you used a business or service in their town, it was linked to them one way or another. Karly’s dad Jim took me under his wing like the son he never had. Her mum Kelly treated me like the golden boy, but more on that in a wee minute. Kirsty, the older sister in her late 20’s ran her own salon, of course bankrolled by the Morton group. Kirsty was the heir to the throne so to speak.

Karlys younger sister Kaitlyn was only 4 and her parents all but said out loud that she was a mistake. Kelly was 45 by this point and Jim was in his 50’s. I felt bad for Kaitlyn. She was the sweetest child with the purest heart but she didn’t get the attention she deserved with her family’s busy, high pressure lifestyle. As child number 3, her upbringing seemed to be a formality for them. I treated Kaitlyn like my own ...