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Dad's Old Laptop

... 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 b*****r," 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. ...