Privilege

I knew growing up, that I had a privileged existence. We lived in a large house, which had been in our family for hundreds of years. We wanted for nothing. It wasn't until I started to make my own way in the world, that I realised just how large the gap was, between my upbringing and that of the majority. I was actually embarrassed by it. I think my little brother was less concerned. In fact, he didn't seem bothered about anything at all.

Our parents were virtual strangers. They spent much of each year travelling. You would imagine first class trains, ocean liners, luxury cruises and the like. Nothing could be further from the truth. They wanted to experience everything the locals did, wherever they were. Tramp steamers, horse and cart, third class trains, and ancient local buses. They took me with them, when I was younger. I was horrendously travel sick. I never wanted to go again. I think they were glad. Dealing with a constantly vomiting child, isn't anyone's idea of fun. It was one of the local buses, which had brought me back to the family home. The British Embassy in Lima had contacted me, saying that there had been an accident. A landslip had forced a bus into a valley. The Peruvian authorities had confirmed twenty eight of the forty passengers dead, my parents among them.

I had left my husband and daughter at home and come to deal with the inevitable mess, that probate would create. My brother Thomas still lived here. He had a place above what had once been the stables. His only interest was anything mechanical. He made sculptures from pieces of scrap machinery. He had no head for business or dealing with people. As I was the eldest child, I would inherit, the house and in all likelihood a lot of problems. I did feel the weight of the pressure. Normally, the eldest male would inherit but the family wealth had been the result of a very strong female ancestor. Therefore, the eldest child of any gender would become responsible.

I sat waiting for the solicitor to arrive with the will, to give myself and Thomas the details. As it turned out, there was very little to give us. Thomas was given the apartment and his workshop, for as long as he wanted it. In addition, an allowance enough to live on, administered by the solicitors. Just as well, he would probably have squandered any lump sum. The house and the remainder of the money left to me. Working it out, roughly in my head, the funds were sufficient to maintain the house and grounds beyond my lifetime. There was one strange item. I was handed an old key. Attached to it with some string was a cardboard label. All it said was, 'The Real Us'. There was no indication of what the key fitted. It was definitely our mother's writing. Thomas went back to his workshop and I sat down to ponder the future.

Did I want to inherit and bring my husband and daughter here? It didn't have many fond memories for me. Our parents were often absent. We were looked after by a nurse, housekeeper, nanny or governess, depending on who was around at the time. Some were nice, others were alright. At least none of them were mean to us. I spent the rest of the day looking round the house. It hadn't changed much. All of the rooms were still furnished, even the old servants quarters, at the top of the house. A lot didn't seem to have been used in quite a while. My old room was just as I had left it, years before. At least the ground floor and first floor rooms seemed to be kept clean. Only minimal amounts of dust. In the kitchen, I bumped into Mrs Chalk. She is the housekeeper. She and her husband, are the only full time staff. He is the handyman who looks after repairs and maintenance. She cooked for my parents and arranged for the cleaners and other part time staff to come in, when required. They had been around as long as I could remember.

"Hello Miss Wendy. I'm so sorry to hear about your parents."

"Thank you. No need for the Miss. Wendy is fine. Is it alright if I call you Sarah. I think I'm a bit old for Mrs. Chalk."

She smiled.

"Of course. Can I do anything for you?"

"No. I'm just having a look around. Do you know what this key fits?"

I handed it over. She gave it a good look but had no idea.

"I'll be making dinner for myself and Joseph for about 7 this evening. Would you like some?"

"That would be nice. Do you mind if I eat here with you? I'm not interested in all of the formality."

"It's your house now, we will fit in with whatever you want to do."

I resumed my searching. The three most likely locations would be my parents bedroom, their study or the library. The sitting room was only really used when we had guests. The study had two desks, one for each of them. Several cupboards and a bookcase. Numerous locks to check but the key fitted none of them. Next the library. Floor to ceiling bookshelves. All full. The only gaps, the two large windows. A ladder attached to a rail near the ceiling, allowed a moving ladder to slide round, to access the upper shelves. Nothing evident. There was a large table in the middle of the room, half a dozen chairs round it, presumably for reading and two leather armchairs. Nothing with a lock.

Last of the three, my parents room. It would wait. It was time for dinner. I returned to the kitchen. Joseph had returned from his work. The pair of them were probably in their late fifties, maybe early sixties. I liked them and hoped they would stay on. They lived in what had been the old gate house cottage. Sarah is a great cook. I needed the food. I realised I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. After dinner I went to the sitting room and poured myself a large brandy. It had been a long day. I finished my drink and went to my old room to sleep.

In the morning, I resumed my search in my parents room. Mostly what you would expect, clothes, shoes, cosmetics and other random bits associated with everyday life. Then the first shock. There were two large wardrobes. In the right hand side of one, some very strange apparel. A black leather basque, round holes where the nipples would be. It had a number of metal rings attached to it. A black latex dress and a one piece black latex suit. Arms and legs, open at the crotch and like the basque holes for the nipples. At the bottom of the wardrobe several pairs of black stiletto shoes, a couple with incredibly high heels.

This clearly wasn't what the key fitted but did it give an indication of what 'The Real Us' would be? I couldn't find anything else in the chests of drawers or bedside cabinets. It is an old house, were there secret panels? Prodding and poking the walls produced nothing. Only one place left, the bed. An old four poster, huge and heavy. Using the light on my phone, I shone it underneath. There was something there. Hard to see what it was. By the look of it, an old wooden box with a leather handle. I had to lay flat on the floor. Even with my arm stretched out, I could only just reach it. I pulled the handle, it was heavy. It took several strong pulls and a couple of changes of position but it was finally out. Again, no lock just a couple of old heavy brass catches.

I flipped them and lifted the lid. Holy cow. This seemed to fit with what I had found in the wardrobe. Lots of of leather straps, all curled up neatly in circles. A couple of gags, leather straps one with a ball, the other a bar. I'm no prude. I like sex. I have what I consider a good sex life with my husband. The sex toys in this box looked incredibly expensive and there were a lot of them. Things for male and female masturbation, vaginal and anal. Not something I really wanted to consider my parents doing but it was evidently what they were like. I closed the lid, secured the catches and pushed it back under the bed.

I went to find Thomas. He had been living on the estate all of his life. Did he know more. He was as usual, in his workshop. He was filthy, covered in grime and dirt, wielding a spanner. I told him what I had found and asked his opinion.

"Yes, they were a couple of perverts. It wasn't just them. Not really my thing. No idea what they were really up to."

So he knew but hadn't aided my search. With a bit more information under my belt, I went to question Sarah. I chose my language carefully. She was really guarded with her reply. She knew more than she was letting on. I did learn that here were gatherings in the library, while the door was locked.

Time for another look. The key was still in the lock, on the inside of the door. So the one in my pocket wasn't for that. I started at one end of the room. I climbed the ladder and looked from top to bottom of each section. Nothing really interesting. Novels, reference books, several atlases a set of encyclopedias. I kept moving.

Two thirds of the way round and more than an hour of looking, something caught my eye. At eye level, stood on the floor. Like a lot of the books, this one had a dull gold embossed spine. The only word, 'Us'. I tried to pull it out, it didn't move. I pushed it, a spring hinge opened and a keyhole was revealed. I took the key from my pocket, pushed it in and turned it. I expected that section to open. It didn't. There was a click below me. Down by my feet, the section two feet wide and two books high had moved out about an inch. It was a drawer. The book spines all false and stuck on. I bent down and pulled the draw out as far as it would go. It was crammed full. Old cameras, video cameras of various vintages, video tapes, DVD's and a really thick book.

Part of me didn't want to know what was inside but it is hard not to be curious. My parents wanted me to know what they were really like. They intended me to find all of this. They knew I was methodical and determined. They assumed I would find the drawer, eventually. What did they want me to do with this stuff? Was I supposed to look at it or destroy it. The things in their bedroom weren't exactly hidden. I guessed that I was supposed to see it. They could just have shown Thomas, to save the search. They probably knew he wouldn't be bothered or even interested in the contents. He is completely asexual.

Where to start? I guessed with the book. The easiest option. No technology required and probably the oldest. I picked it up, it was quite heavy. I laid it on the table and sat down. Inside, on the flyleaf, my parents full names. I will refrain from naming them, to protect their memory. Or at least the one most people have of them.

The first page, four pictures of my mother nude and in the grounds of the house. The page was dated a couple of years before I was born. She looked amazing. A better figure than I ever had. Hourglass, with incredible breasts. No implants needed. Flicking on, similar pictures taken in different rooms in the house. Then things got spicy and surprising. Bent over the very table I was sat at. A man behind her appeared to be having sex with her. It wasn't my father. Could that be Joseph? Perhaps. I couldn't really recall what he looked like, when I was small. Then mother on her back, a woman kneeling on the floor, with her head between mother's legs. As the pages went on, there was nothing to dispel the thought, that my mother was a nymphomaniac and my father the photographer. The number of men and women pictured appeared to be extensive. Even by date, when she would have been pregnant with me and Thomas.

After, these her body still looked good. A little more saggy around the breasts a slight bulge around her middle. Her large black bush removed, shaved bare. Things then got weird. I began to recognise the participants, at least a few of them. Sarah who was our nurse, in those days, Joseph, David the estate manager and really disturbing Doreen our nanny. She must have been at least 70 at the time. I always remember her being old. Thin and old fashioned, a grey bun at the back of her hair. Seeing her naked was one thing, saggy breasts and a mat of grey pubic hair. Seeing her being fucked by Joseph and David, was another. From the angle of the next couple of pictures, she seemed to have been the only woman my father had sex with. A shot looking down, with her mouth around his cock. The second, looking down as she lay on the table, his dick inside her pussy.

Despite the early hour, I needed a drink. I went to the sitting room and returned with a large whisky. I resumed going through the pages. There didn't seem to be any limit, to the number of combinations the participants adopted. Presumably as my father was taking the shots, mother predominated. The majority with Joseph and David. She gave them blowjobs, they fucked her. She was pictured being spit-roasted and double penetrated. There were also pictures of the three women together, although fewer of them. Not to father's taste? I was feeling slightly queasy. I took a large gulp of the whisky.

I consider myself broad minded. I like a good fuck as much as the next woman, perhaps more. My parents seem to have taken things to an extreme and then some. The final three pictures, Sarah, mother and nanny being taken anally by Joseph, David and father respectively. I drained my glass and sat for a minute. I put the book back, pushed the drawer closed it turned the key, leaving everything as I had found it.

I went to the kitchen to find Sarah. She could probably tell that I had found something.

"You said you didn't know what this key was for."

"I don't but I can probably guess. I never saw either of your parents use it."

"Do you know what was locked away by it?"

"I have a fair idea. Before you say anything, can I say, that we all agreed to do it. We were all single in those days, except your parents. Me, Joseph and David hadn't been married. Nanny was a widow."

"I'm not blaming you for anything. It looks as if it was all down to my parents. I didn't know anything about this at all. I'm trying to come to terms with it. All I have looked at is the photos. I suppose the videos are the same."

"I don't know about all of it. Some of them will be."

"Was this still going on?"

She dropped her eyes.

"Yes. Just me and Joseph mostly. David got married and moved away. Nanny passed long since. I'd got old enough to take her place, for the master."

"Don't be offended. Did my father only fuck older ladies? Pardon my French."

"I'm not offended. Yes, he did have a thing for, not just older, old."

"Did you ever see him have sex with my mother?"

"No. Miss."

"Like I said, it's Wendy. You know where I'm going with this. I don't care how bad the answer sounds."

"Yes. Being totally honest, I don't know. We never went to their bedroom and we didn't go to all of the gatherings."

"Thanks for being so direct. None of this is down to you. Would it still be alright, for me eat here with you this evening."

"It is your house now. You must do as you wish."

"How would you feel about moving into the main house? Even if we move in here, there would only be three of us. There is plenty of room."

"I'll talk to Joseph."

I wasn't sure I could take any more revelations, about my parents that day. I went to their bedroom. It was a lovely big room. Our daughter could have my old room and we would have this one. There were some old trunks in the servants quarters. I started moving mum and dad's things. It took a few hours.

For some reason, I left the leather and latex, or was it PVC gear and the box under the bed. The dress was actually latex. How the hell did you get in to that. The suit was PVC. I decided to try it on. Why? I have no idea. My boobs aren't as big as mum's. It must have been tight on her. It took a bit of wiggling to get my nipples through the holes. The tightness of the material, made the area round my pussy bulge quite a bit. A look in the mirror on the front of the wardrobe. Not bad, if I say so myself. It was more difficult to take it off, than getting it on.

In for a penny. I tried the basque. A lot easier. Mum's shoes are the same size as mine. I tried a pair of the less extreme heels. I tried to get a 360 degree view. My husband would love this. Nipples poking out, my pussy and bum out in the open. I stood legs slightly apart, looking at myself in the mirror. I couldn't help stroking my pussy. It didn't take me long to cum. The first time I'd ever watched myself. I thought I would cringe at the sight but I liked it.

I dressed, hung the clothes back in the wardrobe and went downstairs. In time for dinner. Sarah and Joseph had been talking. They wanted to know where they would be housed, if they moved up here. I think they were worried, that I would shove them up in the old servants quarters. Too small. There was enough room for them, to have their own bathroom, two bedrooms and another which could be turned into a lounge. That would be on the other side of the t main staircase, to where my parents room and my old one were. I was happy for them to use any of the communal rooms. No rush, we would get it ready over time. It would give them more space than they had in the lodge. If they had visitors, we could find room for them too.

Joseph had been apprised of my photographic discovery.

"Do you want me to destroy them?"

"They belonged to the master. You are now the mistress of the house. They are now yours." He said.

"I'm not sure what to do. My parents wanted me to find them but it somehow seems wrong."

"No need to decide now. It's early days. Take your time. We know it must be hard for you. I think they assumed, that by the time you found everything, they and everyone in them would be gone." Sarah said.

"Did you enjoy their games?"

They looked at each other. Joseph answered.

"Yes. We had a great time. If I'm not being too rude. You mother was a very kinky woman but she never let things go too far."

"I want you both to be honest with me. I want to know as much as I can. They are gone, so I can't ask them. All I can find out, is from what they left behind and you two."

Sarah added,

"Nanny wasn't any better. When I first arrived, I was on the top floor with her. She was always touching herself. Oohs and Ahhs all night. She'd have a go at me, when she got a chance."

I thanked them for their honesty and a lovely dinner. I really hoped they would stay. It would also make a lot more sense, if they moved in. Less coming and going, more space. In the long term, the lodge may raise some rent.

The following day, I returned to the library and opened the drawer. There was a really large old video camera, nothing in it. It looked to take full size VHS. There were a couple in the drawer. Another which took small tapes. Three of those and an adaptor to fit into a VCR. The newest camera was digital. I removed the memory card. There were also three DVD's. Unless the technology was hidden in cupboards, the only VCR was connected to a TV in the study. I stacked up everything and walked to the study and turned on the VCR and TV.

Oldest first. The VHS. Grainy images due to the age, a few tracking issues. About the time of the latest photos, if I had to guess. Mum's shaved pussy, hairstyle and makeup seem to confirm it. Nobody other than mum, Sarah and Joseph, in shot. The library table playing a staring role. It was hard to tell in photos, what was going on. On the video, mother was really demanding.

"Fuck me harder. Rub my clit, faster. Sarah, suck my nipples. Finger my arsehole. Shoot your spunk in my cunt."

I'd never heard her say so much as 'bloody' before. She yelled when she came. If she wasn't satisfied with the number of orgasms, she would get Sarah to go down on her. I was surprised, that she was really grateful for their efforts. I'd got the impression, she just used people for her own gratification. She actually helped Joseph to bring Sarah to a couple of orgasms. Quieter than my mother but intense all the same.

The other full sized tape, steadier picture, possibly a tripod. My father and nanny walked into shot. Again on the library table. She lay on her back. He knelt beside the table, between her legs. She was, as Sarah had described.

"Suck my sloppy old hole. Does it taste of spunk. Joseph fucked me just now and David did me in the bum."

He didn't seem to mind that others had been there before him. If she'd cum with the others, it didn't diminish her need for more. She came twice from his oral attention.

"You only get mummy's slack old bottom today."

He obeyed. Was she goading him, or was there something deeper in the 'mummy' reference. At this point it didn't matter. He didn't hold back. I knew from the photo that they did anal. I'm not a regular viewer but I've seen some porn. Even there, they don't go at it this hard. I think I'd die if someone did that to me. She just rubbed her clit to another orgasm. She ordered him to pull out and he came on her belly.

The first VHS-c seemed to be one of their parties. The only people I recognised where mum and dad. There were about a dozen people. Six men and six women, as best I could tell. Some were wearing masks. Some of the women were naked others in bras, stockings and suspenders. Father seemed to move behind the camera and pan round. Sex of all descriptions was taking place, everywhere. All a bit too dim and far off to see details.

Tape two. Only nanny, David and Joseph. The tape stopped and started but they both seemed to have fucked her multiple times. The final scene was her being double penetrated. Not bad for a saggy old woman.

The third tape seemed to be partially corrupted. Odd short passages were visible. Mum, David, Joseph and Sarah, hard to tell what was going on. I gave in.

I think if mum and dad had a computer, it was a laptop and they had it with them. I guess it would be returned with the rest of their things, at some point. I returned the tapes to their hiding place and went for my laptop. Not new but at least it had a card reader and CD drive. I set it up on the library table.

The discs were dated. I put the first one in the drawer. It closed and the drive whirred. An icon appeared on the desktop, so I clicked it. This was different, more recent. Digital quality. Mum and dad's bedroom the camera on a tripod. Mum in her basque, black stockings and some very high heels. Well, that answered something. She clicked round the bed, using the leather to strap my father to the four posts of the bed. She put the bar gag in his mouth and tightened it. She reached out her hand and slapped his penis several times.

There was a knock at the door, to my right. I stopped the video.

"Come in."

It was Sarah, carrying a mug of tea.

"I thought you might need this."

"Thanks. Looking at this, a triple brandy might be more appropriate. Take a look."

"Are you sure."

"I'm guessing you've seen something similar before."

She stood at my shoulder and I pressed play. Something unexpected. A large, naked old woman waddled into shot. A big wobbly bottom, as she turned enormous sagging breasts, resting on a bulging belly. Below it, the most pubic hair I had ever seen. She mounted the bed with some difficulty. She straddled my father's head and lowered her huge buttocks onto his face. Unlike my mother's slapping, she gently stroked his cock, bringing him to an erection.

"Any idea who that is?" I asked."

"She's a duchess, a dowager or something like that. She's been here a few times."

The woman lowered her head and began to suck my father's cock. Not a hope of hearing his reaction. Smothered as it was by her bum. Several minutes passed The woman stopped sucking and moved down the bed. Mother appeared. She seemed to be applying lubricant to the woman's bum. She lowered her large rear on to his dick. There was an audible groan from dad. She must be heavy. She leant back putting more weight on him. Oh my god. Mum appeared and began pushing fingers into the woman's pussy. Two, three, four. The woman's clit was clear to see. My mother began stroking it like a mini handjob. The woman was panting hard. Mum pushed and her whole hand went inside. She began fist fucking her. That and the rubbing of her clit caused her to let out an ear splitting scream. Mum yanked out her hand and the woman ejaculated a huge stream of fluid.

"Bloody hell. Ever done that?" I asked.

"God no. That's got to hurt. Unless you are as big and fat as her."

We both burst out laughing. I ejected the disc and put in the second.

"Oh look, it's you."

"Not as fat as the duchess but I could do with losing a few pounds. A bit of flab there."

She was bent over the library table. Mother held her arms.

"Can we turn it off? I remember this."

I pressed stop and ejected the disc. I gave it to her.

"Thank you. I can do without seeing that. Joseph will probably love it. Nanny pushed a big cucumber up my bum. She fucked me so hard. She rubbed me so much, I couldn't stop cumming but I couldn't sit down afterwards."

I tried the last disc. Another party. The file size was small. A short clip? Mother laying on the library table. The same or similar sized guest list to the previous one. The men stood round the table, were being masturbated by their female companions. Eventually, they all shot their cum onto my mother's body. The women then began to lick her clean.

"Too much for me." I said.

"Not something I fancy either."

Just the memory card to go.

"Are you up for this last one?"

"After what we have seen, I don't suppose it can get any worse."

I put the SD card in the slot. It had a few files. From their last holiday trip. A lot of sightseeing. Only one file which fitted with the rest we had seen. It appeared to be on the upper deck of a sailing vessel. A yacht? No, something larger. An Arab dhow. An Arab, probably a crewman, was stood with his back against the mast. A large erect penis sticking up. My mother arm either side of his head was lifted by a second man. Her fanny was lowered on to the big dick. The second man spat on his hand, rubbed his knob and pushed it into her bum. Swaying with the movement of the boat, after several minutes she let rip with a loud scream. The clip ended. Sarah tapped me on the shoulder.

"Are you OK?"

"Is there anyone she didn't fuck?"

She put her hand round my shoulder.

"Turn it off and put it away. You need a good stiff drink."

"I wondered what you were going to say there."

"I think we've seen enough stiffies for while. Come and have a drink with me."

I ejected the card, turned off my laptop and put everything away. I led her into the sitting room and poured her a gin and tonic. I stuck with the scotch. Dad had good taste in malt.

"We never got to come for a drink in here, except at Christmas."

"That's going to change. I've known you all my life. I want us to be friends."

"Cheers."

I sat and ate with them in the kitchen every day. I saw more of Sarah, than Joseph but I was getting on fantastically with both of them. I was having to stay for a while. The transfer of the property, sorting out the utilities, water, electricity, gas, phone and internet were all taking time. My husband John and daughter Zoe came to visit for the weekend. John had been here before but it was Zoe's first time. We didn't come often, as mum and dad weren't here much. She loved exploring the house and out in the grounds. It was really nice to be back together, if only for a couple of days. Sarah had not really got to know John previously. The five of us spent a lot of time in the kitchen and sitting room. A lovely weekend.

I had resisted telling John about my parents. I needed time to think and to find the right time. John had to go back to get Zoe to school. Something else I would have to sort out. Registering her at the local school.

I started to make decisions but I was also having some thoughts, which were initially disturbing. I sat down with Sarah. If there were pictures or videos she or Joseph wanted to keep, I let them have them. The rest I aimed to destroy. The images were burned into my memory. No matter how much I tried to block them out. I was wearing mum's fetish gear, mostly the basque, for my own pleasure. This was where my thoughts got out of control. At least in my own mind. I resolved to talk to Sarah but I needed to decide how I was going to broach the subject. I also didn't know how John would react.

I waited until I knew Joseph was out with the gang mower, cutting the grass. It takes hours. I went to the kitchen, normally her domain but I made the tea.

"Is something wrong, Wendy?"

"Not really. I'm enjoying being back here. I think John and Zoe will love it, when we get settled. I'm right in thinking that you enjoyed the games that you played with my parents. Although, I gather you don't miss nanny. Would that be a fair assessment?"

"Yes. who doesn't like having lots of great sex?"

"Do you miss it, now that they are gone?"

"Joseph is good to me and we aren't that old but the variety added something which we liked."

"How would you like to carry on?"

"Pardon?"

"As you and Joseph keep reminding me, I am now the mistress of the house. I'm wondering if I have what it takes, to replace my mother."

"Are you serious?"

"Just a thought at the moment. I know it may feel strange knowing about what has gone on."

"It's not a problem for us. Joseph is a randy fucker, he has a hard on most of the time. You've seen what I do. I love to lick, suck, get fucked and cum. Excuse the language. How will John feel about it?"

"I don't know. Just theoretical at the moment. I haven't even told him about mum and dad yet. We have great sex but it isn't anything like what you have got used to."

"Now you know we are OK with it, you have the option. If he doesn't want to fuck a tubby old housekeeper, you haven't lost anything."

I was feeling incredibly horny. I hadn't been fucked for a while. Zoe had trouble settling in a strange house. So, we tried not to make any noise to disturb her. I decided to take things into my own hands. I put on the leather basque. It was my favourite bit of mum's special wardrobe. Black stockings, I like the multiple suspender straps on the basque. Finding the highest heels I could still walk in, I slipped them on. Time for some makeup. Dark red lipstick. I don't suit the bright red ones my mother favoured. Eye liner with a flick up on the outer edge. I brushed back my hair and applied some gel. Looking in the mirror, I liked the look and pouted. Tottering slightly on the heels, I made my way across to the rooms we had set up for Sarah and Joseph. I knocked on the door to their bedroom.

"Come in." It was her.

I flung the door open and stood in the entrance. They were sat in bed, she was reading, he was listening to the news on the radio. Both of their chests and torsos bare. Both of them stared, eyes wide. Joseph's jaw dropped and Sarah's expression turned to a smile. No surprise for either reaction. My nipples hard with excitement, my short trimmed pubic hair exposing enough to their view. I could only guess what they were thinking. The two of them were pretty close in age to my parents. In all of the things I'd seen in the latest videos, I would be the youngest woman they had encountered.

"The mistress requires entertainment." I said, trying to emulate my mother.

Sarah put down her book and flung off the duvet. Joseph reached over and turned off the radio. She had been right, he had a hard on. Were they planning something themselves or was he permanently turned on. That had to ache after a while. John had explained it to me once. He looked fit and well toned. Years of physical work had seen to that. His average sized endowment looked nice. Unlike my mother, I'm not a fan of being stretched wide, or having my cervix or ovaries bashed. Sarah looked good for her age. Not as stunning as my mother but, I'd be happy to look like her at that age. Today her pussy was shaved. I'd seen it in all states in the pictures and videos. Was she ordered to do that or was it her choice?

Joseph vacated the bed. Stood beside it, his knob was pointing straight at me. He gestured for me to join Sarah. I think he intended me to lay next to her. I had other ideas. I climbed on and knelt over her, knees either side of her hips. I lowered my body on to hers. My nipples dug into the soft flesh of her breasts. I had kissed a couple of women and fondled their bums at parties, before I got married. John seemed to find that exciting, when he pushed me for details. If he got turned on by that, what would happen of I told him about this. Not if, when. We have no secrets.

I slipped my arms under Sarah's back and held her tight, I was worried about the fittings of the basque. I presumed my mother didn't give it a second thought. I kissed her. The woman who had been my nurse. I'd never harboured erotic thoughts about her, until I found my parents things. She was a highly sexual woman. In this position, my bum would have been displayed in a rather lewd fashion. Joseph was determined to take advantage. Perhaps he thought that it would be his one and only chance. He may have been correct. A fairly hard and rough finger stroked up my pussy lips. Sarah groaned into my mouth. She was probably getting the same treatment.

His workman's hands may have been rough but what he did with them was great. He must have been drilled constantly by my mother to bring her enjoyment. Sarah and now myself being the lucky recipients. I had been turned on, just stood at their door, wondering what would happen. Would they accept, or would I return to my room embarrassed and rejected. Sarah's hands sought my buttocks. She slid her fingers beneath the suspender straps. I like my bum. That and my legs, the only parts of me which compare to my mother. My belly and boobs definitely don't.

I was getting close. It normally takes me a while. I think the situation had sped this up considerably. Fingers on my clit, was that his thumb inside me? I raised my head from Sarah's lips,

"Haaaaar."

She raised her head to meet my lips. A minute of so, she bucked her hips under me, the sound puffed into my mouth,

"Phuuu."

The bed moved. Sarah's right hand left my bum. It replaced Joseph's at my pussy. Softer and more gentle but no less sensual. Joseph's thighs met mine. My pussy was invaded by his warm hard cock. I had expected him to do what he had in the videos but he was far slower and more gentle. I've never had sex with more than one person. I was trying to imagine what we looked like. It was a fleeting thought. Abstinence meant I was quick to cum,

"Ahhhhhh. Huh, huh, huh.... don't cum."

He stopped pushing in to me. It wasn't that I didn't want him to, I'm not quite as selfish as my mother. I eased forward, freeing his cock, before rolling to my right, off Sarah.

"I want to watch."

Joseph lifted her legs and rested them on his shoulders. Easing forward he pushed straight in to her wet hole. He was going at her harder and faster, than he had with me. Shuffling round, I knelt beside Sarah. Joseph's face a picture of concentration, Sarah's one of bliss. With her legs pinned back access was tight. I slid my hand across her smooth soft skin. My middle finger found the hard nub of her clit. Just brushing it was enough to sent her over the edge,

"UUUUUUUUW!"

Joseph grunted as he pumped his cum inside her. Exhausted from his efforts, half a minute later he fell back on to the bed. His cock was still hard. Taking the opportunity. I bent over and took his knob between my lips. Sensitive from his fuck,

"SHIT!"

I slid my mouth all the way down his dick. I stroked his scrotum. He jerked. I slowly lifted my head, having tasted their combined fluids. I stood beside the bed, gave them a quick glance before turning and leaving the room, without saying a word.

Back in my room, actually, I was still thinking of it as mum's, I cleaned off my smeared makeup. Then a sudden thought. I reapplied it and stood by the mirror. I took a photo with my phone and sent it to John. The message,

"I'll explain later. Goodnight."

A couple of minutes later emojis came back, aubergine and water drops. I guess he liked it. I removed my makeup for the second time. It was a relief to get the shoes off. Something flat tomorrow. I removed the stockings and basque, dropping them on the blanket box at the foot of the bed. It was the best nights sleep I'd had, since the news of my parents passing.

Jeans, a shirt and some training shoes today. A complete contrast to last night. In the kitchen Joseph and Sarah were eating breakfast.

"Thank you both so much for last night."

"Just like your mother." Sarah said.

"God I hope not."

"Just kidding." Came back with a giggle.

Joseph finished eating and left. He was going to help Thomas shift some of his work, which was being shipped off, after selling. I was surprised anyone was interested in bits of junk welded and bolted together but he had a following. Sarah mockingly tugged her forelock and said,

"I hope the young mistress is happy with our performance and we wont be turned out on the street."

I slapped her bum as she was stood at the sink washing the dishes. I stood behind her, wrapped my arms round her middle and gave her a hug.

The final move was all set. John and Zoe would be arriving in just over a week. Sarah and Joseph helped me rearrange some of the furniture. I wanted some of our things, to make it feel like our house. Some of mum and dad's would be stored at the top of the house, with the things we wouldn't be using. Moving day was hectic. I don't think the removals men were too happy, lugging things up to the top floor. It took all day to finish. Even then, there were boxes to unpack in almost every room.

That night, too tired for anything other than sleep. We lay on our backs, looking up at the canopy of the four poster. I decided it was time to come clean. I explained about the things in the wardrobe. I'd hidden them with my everyday clothes. Also, the box beneath the bed. I went on to tell him about my parents, the photos and videos. Also, the other people involved and my doubts about my parentage. Finally, taking a deep breath, the events leading up to the fetish gear selfie.

He didn't say anything for quite a while. I started to get worried. I kept quiet. I wanted him to respond. He didn't seem to be angry, just thinking. He was composing his thoughts, trying to get them ordered.

"I always knew there was something timid about your father. Even so, a bit weird. I'd never have imagined that about your mother. I don't suppose you did either. I don't care what you did. Really, I don't mind. Was it fun?"

I gave him a full description of what I had done with Sarah and Joseph. I could feel him wriggling beside me. I know the feeling. Neither of us have an issue with the other masturbating. It's not like we always want to have sex at the same time. I put my hand under the duvet and finished what he had started. He leant over and kissed me, before reaching for some tissues. I still had no idea whether I could carry on with Sarah and Joseph, less still, whether John would want to join in.

My parents, hedonists to the last, had given little or no thought to the house or estate in years. Myself, Joseph and Sarah started to remedy that. The lodge just needed a coat of paint. We rented that out to a local couple. There was another cottage in the grounds. It had, a long time ago belonged to the gamekeeper. We set about renovating that, with the same aim. It would bring in a little money. We had sold our house, which brought in some more. John worked from home, most of the time, so we set up the study for him. He would have to go to the office once or twice a week. He would just find a bed and breakfast, if he needed to stay over.

Zoe was settling in well. She liked the more relaxed atmosphere at her school. Smaller and more friendly than the one she had left. It didn't take her long to start making friends. I suppose the last children from the estate to have been there, would have been myself and Thomas. Zoe was also loving the freedom of having so much space. She was fascinated by the fire and sparks in the workshop, when Thomas was being creative. Was she interested in the engineering or a pyromaniac? He started showing her the basics.

Over the next week or so, we made love as we had before we came here. Just the two of us, tenderly and passionately. I could tell that John was still considering possibilities. I'm wasn't sure what he would think about having sex with Sarah. Someone so much older than him. It hadn't bothered me.

I was in the kitchen with Sarah. We had wallpaper samples all over the table, ready for the other cottage. John was taking a break from work and wanted some coffee. While he was waiting for the kettle to boil, he said what I had hoped for,

"Sarah, would it be alright if we joined you."

She didn't ask, in what? She knew.

"We'd love you to."

He made coffee for the three of us and went back to work. Sarah seemed excited at the prospect. It would have to wait a few days. Zoe had asked if she could have a sleepover with one of her new friends. No reason not to allow it. John drove her over, her small overnight bag packed. He told her to phone, when she wanted to be picked up.

We invited Joseph and Sarah to the sitting room for a drink, to ease John into what might happen. I think Sarah was helping things. Sat opposite John, her skirt above her knees, her white panties showing the crease of her pussy. Although, I didn't intend to get dressed up, I still took charge, leading the others upstairs to our bedroom. Sarah had confessed that she and Joseph had fucked here, when my parents were away but they had never been invited, when they were at home. A change made and to be continued.

I knelt before Joseph and undid his belt, followed by the button and zip of his trousers. No surprise, he had an erection. Did he ever lose it? His trousers dropped to the floor. I pulled down his pants. His cock almost hit my face as it sprang up. To my right, I think John was nervous. Sarah took the initiative. She was naked in no time and jumped up onto the bed. Myself and John love all forms of oral sex. I had already sucked Joseph's member. Just one full depth entry into my throat. Now, I wanted him to get the full benefit of what John and I liked doing. Stroking his shaft gently, I applied my lips to the tip of his cock. The end of his knob just visible through the gap in his foreskin. I pulled the skin back slowly, watching as it went fully back. I took the purple nut into my mouth. John loves my tongue working round his knob. I hoped Joseph would too. I couldn't see what was happening on the bed but Sarah was sighing and groaning.

Paying attention to what I was doing, I could taste Joseph's fluid flowing freely. I cupped his balls, stroking them gently.

"WENDY, NO! Cumming."

Quickly grabbing his buttocks I pulled him tightly. As before his full length into my mouth. This time, I took his load.

"FUCK NAAAAAAH!"

He was rocking, trying to gently fuck my mouth. I swallowed as I usually did with John. I released him and stood up. His eyes were lowered. He looked a bit sheepish, as though he had done something wrong. He had removed his shirt when I started sucking him, to keep it away from my head. His trousers and pants still down by his feet. He kicked them away. A bit strange me still being dressed. He went to speak but I put a finger to his lips. I stood facing the bed. How many times had Sarah cum. I'd just heard the most recent. If I knew John, several. He was every woman's dream. A man who adored going down on them. He would bring me to half a dozen orgasms or more, before I could no longer take it. He would keep going, if I let him. He too was still clothed.

I felt Joseph's arms come round me, he began unbuttoning my blouse. Knowing what we were going to do, I hadn't bothered with a bra or pants. He pulled off my blouse and cupped my breasts in his hands, stroking his fingers across my nipples. He watched over my shoulder as his wife had another orgasm. His left hand unbuttoned my trousers, slid down the zip and they fell. His hand ran across my short trimmed pubic hair.

On the bed, Sarah pushed John away. I knew that feeling. John got undressed rapidly. She opened her legs. John mounted the bed and ran his cock up and down her pussy. Her hand pushed it down. John looked surprised. We've done anal but it's a special occasion thing for us and I need a ton of lubricant. She was soaking wet. Her juices running down. She knew what she wanted. He obliged. I stepped forward, I put my hands on the bed, displaying my rear to Joseph. I hoped he wasn't planning to emulate what his wife was getting. He wasn't. My pussy felt his entry. Probably turned on by the sight of Sarah getting her arse fucked, he grabbed my hips and fucked me far harder than he had on our last time. I pushed my right hand back between my legs. I think I was as turned on as him. I'd seen video of Sarah getting anal. Now it was my husband doing it.

"Cum in her arssssssss."

My own outburst, the trigger for me cumming. I think John wanted Sarah to cum. He reached for her clit but she pushed his hand away. Too tender? Too many already? He grunted, doing what I had ordered. Joseph was still fucking hard. Two, three, four minutes later, he slammed hard into my bum and held tight.

"AHHHH!"

Wow. I was beginning to see what my mother enjoyed about this sort of thing. John lay down on top of Sarah. I moved forward slightly. Joseph's cock slid out of me. I stood and turned to face him.

"Sorry I came in your mouth. The mistress would suck me and the others but none of us were allowed to cum."

"I'm not my mother. John will tell you. I like to suck and I swallow. Alright?"

That night, the four of us slept together in the four poster, myself and Sarah in the middle. John beside me, Joseph next to his wife. Nights like this would be few and far between, until Zoe finished her exams and went to university. It wouldn't be long. Just a few months. We would have to catch moments where we could.

I was woken by Sarah's lips on my ear.

"Ever had two at once?"

I shook my head.

"No time like the present."

I thought about it. We had time. Did I have the inclination? John occasionally fingered my bum when we fucked. We did anal. Could I manage two men? My mother did, Sarah, probably. I had shoved a bottle of lubricant under the pillow, should it be required. I pushed my hand under and rummaged about. I found it after a minute or so. The movement woke John.

I didn't give him time to work out what was going on. I handed the lube to Sarah and began stroking John's cock. He was hard, almost as much as Joseph. I held out my hand and Sarah pumped several squirts onto my hand. One hand on my husband, one between my legs. I made a bit of a mess, the lube went everywhere. I rolled on top of John and took his cock into my pussy. Sarah threw the duvet to the bottom of the bed. No need to get Joseph hard, he was already. Sarah added the fluid to him too. He didn't need telling what to do.

Either Sarah had told him, that I didn't do it often. I'd probably let that slip more than once. Or, he was being careful not to hurt me. He may just have been savouring the moment, of getting into my anus for the first time. I can't describe the sensation as he pushed fully home. So full. I find it difficult to cum during anal, even with John rubbing my clit. I'm happy for him to get his kicks doing something dirty. I don't find it painful. I just don't get the same thrill from it, as my mother or Sarah seemed to. I wonder what John was making of it. He would hardly be able to move. With hardly a thought for my words,

"Don't worry about me."

The position felt slightly awkward. To me, it felt like Joseph's cock was rubbing on John's. I was looking down at my husband. He was going to cum quickly. I could tell by the look on his face. The thought of what we were doing or the sensations he was feeling. A couple more thrusts from Joseph and he was done.

"Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah."

Was it the throbbing of John's cock? Or was Joseph close anyway. One big thrust, slammed against my bum and he unleashed what felt like a huge load into my rectum. I could feel him shaking violently. I was stuck and needed to move, my legs stuck in position. I reached back and found Joseph's leg. I pushed. I think he got the hint. He moved back and his knob left my stretched hole. Now able to move, I flopped forward onto John's chest, then to my right, onto my back. Sarah bent down and kissed my lips.

I reached a hand down. Cum was running out of me. I touched my anus, it sent a shudder up my body. My arsehole, gaping and slick with Joseph's load. Sarah felt that we needed some time. She led Joseph back to their rooms. I'd drop their clothes back over later. I guessed Joseph would find some way to satisfy her, if she wanted it.

"Well, worth taking a risk?" I asked

"Too bloody right. I hope we can still do it when we're their age."

We went to shower. Not long afterwards, Zoe called wanting to be picked up. I drove this time.

"Have a good time?"

"Yes, they're a really nice family. It looks as if we may be putting in for the same uni."

Such a normal exchange, felt strange on the back of this mornings events.

With Zoe back home we took care to keep things hidden. We held a big party, a marquee in the garden, to celebrate her 18th. Her friends, some from where we lived before, they camped inside the house and more from her new circle, plus what family we have. it passed off well. Even though she was of age. Neither of us thought she was ready, to deal with what we did. Less so, what her grandparents were like.

We snatched opportunities where we could. The four of us are happy to accept what happens. I did walk into the kitchen one day, to see John fucking Sarah on the kitchen table. Not very hygienic but they were having a great time. I couldn't help standing and watching. Things carried on, in this ad hoc fashion, until Zoe went to university. This gave us the opportunity to resume our foursomes. Not that often but not doing it regularly made it special. John in particular, liked to watch me and Sarah. I wasn't going to complain about that.

Such was the life of the new lady of the manor. Something I had never even envisaged. Living in our old house with John and Zoe, I'd even talked of selling this place, if it ever became mine. I was so glad I hadn't. The joy I had now, was way beyond anything I'd experienced, living here as a child.