”“I hope they’re alright,” Vicky looked to them, sitting in their respective penalty box.“Holy shit Abby, I better not have any fights with ...ither one of your brothers or you’ll kill me too!” Brad kidded.“If you don’t defend yourself, I’ll hurt you more than either one of them could!” Abby replied, play fighting with him.“You’ve got the punch of a wet noodle,” he kidded, brushing aside Abby’s soft punches. She then cupped Brad’s face in her hands and kissed him hard. “But you have the soft lips. I recognized the sound just as I saw where it was coming from. It was the moans of lust coming from the bare male butt pumping into the wide spread knees of the woman he was fucking. They were doing it right there on our kitchen table and I must have gasped my surprise because a familiar face peered around the back of the guy and the face was that of my Mom.A look of horror was plastered all over my face as I turned and ran to my room. My Mom screamed and yelled, “Get off of me you idiot! . I had many d.v.d.s but they were more or less all the same.Sometimes she used a beer bottle as a dildo,and once,when she had no beer,she used her hair brush.I had seen her naked from the waist down many times,and she had a small but beautiful arse that I loved.I had as yet never seen her breasts and was desperate to do so, but I could hardly ask her.Then, at last , something new. The wife and I were going out for a meal in LaBanca,our local Italian,followed by a few pints in the pub.Abby turned. That DNA letter says I am your father, I’m not sure where she got the DNA from but I’m sorry but I cannot believe anything she says.Her letter says that she tried to find me but I had disappeared so she told one of her other classmates that he was the father so he would marry her, your “dad” had sex with her before she got with the others guys so he thought he was your father.She got the DNA tests done after he died … I still don’t trust her.”There was a few moments of silence all round as we.