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Dad's Old Laptop

... "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 i****t 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 f***ed you to have sex with her?" "No Mom, she didn't f***e 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 ...