Jessica and I have shared a house with her widowed mother Lynnda since we got married, we've not really much alternative given property prices in our area, though it's not been as difficult as it may sound: I work night-shifts from 8:00 pm to six in the morning, Jess keeps regular 'office' hours while Lynn's work schedule varies, but generally sees her out of the house during the afternoons and evenings. So, excluding weekends, the only time we're consistently all together is at breakfast time; though it was perhaps our work-patterns which started all this?
Lynnda and Jess aren't particularly close to their wider family, but we did all go to Nana-May's birthday bash; it was on a Saturday evening and for various reasons I'd not had even an hour's sleep since finishing my shift the previous night, so by nine-thirty I was fading. I would've liked to have called it a night, but as Lynn and especially Jess seemed to be enjoying themselves, I took myself off to a quiet corner with a beer to rest my eyes for a while and that's where Jessica's Uncle Russell found me a few minutes later.
"Bloody Hell John, you look knackered!"
Russell had been at our wedding, but I didn't know him well and I really just wanted to sleep, so I offered nothing beyond a non-committal grunt in reply; that didn't deter Russell: "To be expected I suppose; married to the foxy Jessica, I'll bet she never gives you a moment to sleep at home..."
I was still wondering how to take that comment -- a sleight or a joke? - when Uncle Russell continued "... she's the spitting-image of her mother at that age and if she's even half-way to being the cock-slut that Lynnda was back in the day, then you'll need to follow Jack's example and get yourself some help in keeping her satisfied."
That woke me up! I'd never met Jessica's father; Jack had been killed when she was only twelve, long before I'd appeared on the scene and while Jess doted on his memory, from what I'd heard elsewhere, I hadn't missed much. However, his suggestion that Lynn, had been some sort of nymphomaniac who'd played around on husband was hard to swallow; throughout the years I've known Lynn, she's always appeared to be the quintessential conservative, middle-class, middle-English mother and my answer confirmed that opinion: "Lynn? Bollocks! I don't believe you."
Russell gave me a leer as he dropped into the chair beside me: "Oh it's true enough, I've been there myself; I could tell you tales about our la-di-dah Lynnda that'd make your teeth curl."
Russell's speech was slurred, he was clearly more than half pissed, but the look in his eyes suggested that he believed what he was saying. Under the guise of getting more comfortable, I pulled my phone from my hip pocket, subtly opening the 'record' app as I tossed it onto the coffee table between us: "OK, I'm listening."
"Not a word of bullshit; Lynnda had loose knickers from the off. I was the one who popped her cherry, long before Jack got a turn; my brother Tony and me both fucked her regular... me and Tony have always reckoned that our Dad shagged her a time or two as well..." Russ continued for almost ten minutes, with only the odd question or intervention from myself; my teeth didn't curl, but my cock certainly did; if our conversation hadn't been interrupted, I might've come in my pants!
As Russell's wife, Aunt Sandra dragged him away his parting shot was "If you need any help... with either of 'em; you just let me know." My hands trembled as I turned off the phone and returned it to my pocket, praying that it had picked-up all that he'd said; the potted history that Russell related was wild enough in itself, but uncles Russ & Tony weren't Jack's brothers, they were Lynnda's!
I was driving to work on Monday evening before I got a chance to listen to the recording in full -- hardly the sort of thing I could risk doing with Jess or Lynn nearby -- whereafter it became the regular listening choice on my commute; the clarity was variable, but hell, there wasn't much I'd forgotten from the first telling and certain phrases echoed repeatedly inside my skull:
"Our Lynnda was up for anything; she liked it rough." - "Didn't always say yes, but she wasn't capable of saying no." - "that's how she liked it; just grab her and take what you wanted." - "It was me that introduced her to Jack, we were workmates and when I started dating Sandra I passed Lynn on to him." - "Of course I made him promise that I'd still get to take a turn from time to time."
"They had some wild parties." - "One night we squeezed five cocks at once into Lynnda! No room to do fuck all, but they were all inside her." - "Sandra liked to play too; neither were lesbians, but they both loved to munch on a spunk-filled twat while someone fucked them from behind."
"It was Jess that buggered things up; when she was about eight Jack & Lynnda stopped the parties, worried that the kid might overhear and realise what was going on." - "I went around one afternoon after that and fucked Lynn; she didn't say no, but she told Jack and he kicked my arse for it."
"I thought about having another pop at her after Jack died, but Lynn maybe guessed and spoke to Sandra; she told me to leave her alone and keep it in my trousers" -- "Probably still worried about Jess finding out then; but she's grown up now, so it may be worth trying again?"
Russ had been pissed and no doubt exaggerating too, but from what I'd heard about Jack, I suspected that there might be more than a grain of truth in his tale? Recollections of my few conversations with aunt Sandra only added to that suspicion; she'd invariably been more than flirtatious and as could equally be said of Lynn, despite their years, both were attractive and very shapely women.
I said nothing to Jessica, nor learnt anything from the few subtle enquiries I risked making about her memories of her father and childhood. The one time I tried similar with Lynnda, she proved very reticent about discussing that era and wore a rather quizzical and somewhat discomfited expression as she spoke; I didn't chance enquiring again.
The idea that my strait laced Mother-in-Law was, or could have ever been, the incestuous, gang-bang slut that Russell described was, on the face of it, ludicrous; but the more I thought -- and listened to that recording - the more I began to believe. Lynn was certainly diffident, so perhaps she was sexually submissive too? Whilst you couldn't level those characterisations at Jessica, who was very... adventurous, sexually, but that trait was either inherited or acquired, so there was a good chance it'd come primarily from Lynn? So definitely maybe.
