The coffee shop was practically deserted when Sara arrived; a fact that was just fine with her. It wasn't company she needed, it was a quiet place to think. She took a seat in a booth as far as possible from the counter. A bored waitress took her order and then left her alone.
The past week had been a nightmare for her. First she had found out that her own daughter had been sleeping with her husband. If that wasn't bad enough, her daughter had then planned to drug her and film her in a compromising situation in order to force her to keep her mouth shut. Who could ever have imagined something like this happening to her in real life?
The worst part, however, was that she had allowed herself to be filmed. She had averted being drugged thanks to an overheard telephone conversation and had set up her own camera to film the two of them conspiring together. Everything had worked exactly like she planned except for one little hitch. Well not exactly "little" she thought sardonically. She sipped her coffee, thankful for the warmth it seemed to spread through her body.
She hadn't stopped it from happening. She had ample time and opportunity to stop things from going too far but she didn't. Instead, she had let herself be filmed having sex with her husband and daughter at the same time. Not only that but she had enjoyed it. There wasn't any point in lying to herself, the truth was evident to anyone who might see the film.
She had deluded herself at the time with the idea that she could claim that she had indeed been drugged and unable to stop it. That was bullshit and she knew it. The next day she had looked at her film taken with the spy cam she had purchased. It was all there for anyone to see.
Yes she had proof that her family had conspired against her and yes she also had proof that they had attempted to drug her. That was self evident to anyone but so was something else.
Once the sex had started Sara had proved to be a poor actress. At times she had appeared to be woozy and out of it but more often than not she appeared to be clearheaded and eager for what was happening. She had participated willingly in incest.
Even now, conflicting emotions engulfed her. She felt shame and guilt over what had happened, that was true. And yet..and yet..
Sara closed her eyes and held her coffee mug tightly. She had become so sexually aroused that night, making love to her husband while her daughter, just barely eighteen, participated and in reality orchestrated the whole thing. Mindy's presence had awoke feelings in her that she had never even knew existed. Even now, a week later, the very thought of that night was enough to get her blood pounding and her pussy dripping.
Shit! What is wrong with me she wondered. I'm just as guilty and perverted as they are, evidently. The only difference between them and me was that I at least know that it's wrong, she reasoned. Her daughter was a horny out-of-control teenager and her husband was a weak willed typical man who thought with his cock and not his brain. Not to excuse them but she recognized their weaknesses. Her behavior was inexcusable however.
That wasn't the worst of it. The next day, Mindy had told her, point blank, about what had happened. She had even showed her a part of the film that the two of them had made. Sara had been stunned at the lack of emotion that Mindy had exhibited during this conversation. She even seemed to be enjoying her mother's humiliation.
"Mom, nobody's ever going to see this ok? As long as you keep quiet about it we can go on just like before. The family stays together and I go to school and you and dad go to work and no ones the wiser. Please understand that daddy and I still love you and we want to make this work."
"You've got to be kidding, right? Just like before? You're blackmailing your own mother after screwing your own father. How can you possibly think that things can ever be as they were? Are you delusional?"
Sara noticed a cold, calculating look from Mindy.
"Because they are mother! If I send this film to certain people you'll be fucked! I'll send it to your boss and to social services or whatever they call it and maybe even to the police. Who do you think they'll believe when they see the two of us together with daddy? When they see us sucking his cock and fucking him?"
"My god Mindy. Whatever happened to you to make you treat me this way?" Sara felt herself on the verge of tears.
Mindy's face softened somewhat.
"Mom, I'm not trying to steal your husband or anything. I love you, I really do. I'm trying to keep you from making a bad mistake is all. I promise you, it'll all work out. You'll see." End of conversation.
The next few days had been uneventful. Mark had tried to talk to her on several occasions but Sara had rebuffed him each time. She had noting to say to this man who had failed her when she needed him most.
For her part, Mindy seemed just the same as always. Sometimes bubbly, sometimes moody: a typical teen. Nothing further had been mentioned about "that night"
Sara finished her coffee and left a small tip. It was Monday so that meant that Mark would be working late. She and Mindy would have the place to themselves. Probably Mindy would eat a quick dinner and then disappear into her room or go to a friends house to do god knows what. Well...
When she walked from her garage into the house she got a surprise. The table in the dining room had been set and the morning's dishes had been washed and put away. She couldn't understand...
"Hi mom!" Mindy walked up to her with a big smile and kissed her on the cheek.
"Hello," Sara said tentatively. " What's with all this?" she asked, gesturing towards the table.
Mindy smiled happily apparently in one of her bubbly moods.
"Mom, I know the past few days have been kinda rough on you. I thought...well I wanted to make it up to you." She giggled mischievously.
"Mindy, you can't.."
"Shhh!" Mindy giggled putting her finger against Sara's lips. "Yes I can! Come with me mommy."
Mindy took her mother's hand and led her to the stairs. Sara followed obediently. What in the world did she have in mind Sara wondered?
Mindy led her to the master bedroom door which was closed.
"Now close you eyes and no peeking mom."
"Mindy, I'm a little tired for all this mystery. Can't you just..."
Mindy shushed her again.
"Just do what I tell you mom ok?" A slight trace of annoyance had crept into her voice.
Sara sighed but thought it best to let this game of Mindy's play out. What in the world could she be thinking? She closed her eyes.
"Ok Mindy, let's get this over with. Lead me on."
"Yeah! That's the spirit mom." She took her mother's hand and Sara heard the door open. Mindy walked into the bedroom, leading Sara behind her. After a few steps they stopped.
"Ok mom you can open your eyes now."
Sara opened her eyes. She was standing just a few feet from the bed, her own bed in fact. In the bed, lying propped up against the pillows, was a blond shaggy haired boy about Mindy's age. He smiled up at her.
Sara was so startled that she took a step or two backwards. For a moment she was speechless. This was the last thing she had expected to find.
"Mindy! Who is this and what the hell is he doing in my bed?" She was flushed with anger. She felt her fists clench at her side.
Mindy laughed and bounced unto the bed next to him.
"Isn't he cute mom? This is Frankie, Gina's brother." She bent forward and gave him a kiss on the lips.
"What the hell is he doing here, in my bed?"
