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A Salutary Tale
by Isabella

Story Code: Mum/Son, m/FF, b/F, Under age sex, Incest, Blackmail

I was in the library, helping one of my old students out with a problem she was having. It was a Wednesday, so the corner of the library had been converted into a Citizens Advice Bureau for the travelling advice agents. I had spotted John Fletcher hanging around the newspapers while waiting for his turn in front of the legal expert. I had just finished helping my student and was closing the PC down as she picked up a book from the library to take home.

John looked a little worried as he walked away from the advisor, he looked over in my direction, then he came over to me. "Hi Mrs. Clark, Everyone in the village tell me that you are the person to go to if I have computer issues." I smiled up at him, then I gestured towards the pc screen that was just shutting down, "Well, I'm here and I'm free for an hour, what can I show you on the computer?"

John looked thoughtful for a moment, "No, it isn't me, computers terrify me to death. My wife looks after things in our computer, my accounts and things like that. I've just been chatting with the legal eagle over there because my wife tells me that our computer is busted and we need to get a new one, the problem is, my business tax is due and the accounts package on the pc is one of the things that are busted so I can't generate my figures to support my tax claim."

"Your wife made backup copies of the data, didn't she?" "Yes, the backup data is on the small floppy disks, I've looked at every pc on the market and not one has a floppy disk drive and I've been told that even if I could get a floppy disk drive fitted, the programme that my wife has used for ten years isn't available on the market anymore. Ben, the CAB man suggested that I ask you if it would be possible to fix the old PC just long enough to get the paperwork off to the taxman."

I shrugged my shoulders, I had been successful in the past at fixing simple issues on broken pc's but I wasn't a professional pc repair engineer by any stretch of the imagination. "Bring it round to my house sometime, I can't promise anything but I'll take a look at it." "I don't want to seem pushy but I only have four days to get the figures in to the tax man or I'll be fined and probably lose some of my rebates too." "You'd better bring it round today then; I'll get onto it right away."

I walked home and by the time I got there John was sitting in his car at the end of my drive, "Isn't my husband home?" "He is but I didn't want to just drop the pc off and run, I wanted to have a private chat with you first." I showed John through to my dining room; John had brought his tower, the screen, keyboard and mouse as well as all the leads, I told him to just bring the tower and I took the box of floppy disks in.

John made sure that James wasn't close enough to hear what he had to say, John was really worried about the information I would find on his pc, he was a plumber, he passed on the cost of everything he fitted to his customers along with the bills from the plumbers merchants, then he charged them an hourly rate for his labour, most customers thought they were getting a great deal because they had all of John's delivery notes and they knew how many hours he was working for them. "The thing is, it's standard practice for merchants to give healthy discounts to traders like me that they wouldn't give to the man off the street. I've done a lot of work for your father-in-law, he may take a dim view if he found out just how much I made on the jobs I do for him."

"He gets all the VAT back from the goods received notes that you give him, so, I would guess that he gets about a half of the value that you get from the discounts, your main problem is, if you are claiming the VAT back too!" "You can't claim the VAT back on new installations!" "That's good then, but Ron would never call new plumbing work as new installations, they'll all be put down as repairs to rented properties or to his offices. Everyone has an angle, but if you like, I'll sign a confidentiality contract with you."

John shook my hand, scribbled a quick note and asked me to sign it, agreeing to our contract of confidentiality. John left me with his fifteen year old tower computer a much happier man. Before I linked up the old PC to my screen I started my anti-virus programme and popped one of the floppy disks into my computer, as soon as the disk fired up, my pc was second hand when I got it four years earlier so it took the floppy disk easily, Norton AV closed it down again, there was a virus file in the access table of the floppy disk. It took just a few seconds to quarantine the virus and then the disk opened.

The backup file on the floppy disk was a .BAK file, so my pc wouldn't open it but I opened up a programme called TINN and told it to look into the file, fortunately, the file was just a standard comer separated values file, so, all I needed was the column headers from the PC and I would be able to recreate the database in any of the more modern accounts packages.

Happy that I could affect a quick repair if necessary, I disconnected my pc and connected John's pc into my system. I popped my Norton disk into the CD-ROM drive and started the pc up using Norton as the driver to open the pc. Norton made short work of one thousand, six hundred and fifty-two viruses before it allowed the pc to open. The pc had a six gigabyte hard drive and the properties for the hard drive said that it was more than fifty percent free space on the disk.

I took the Norton disk out and restarted the old computer, it took thirty minutes to open the desktop, that was indicative of serious memory problems, either the hard disk having too little space for swap-files or the RAM being too small to run all the Terminate and stay resident programs that were called up when the pc started. I closed the pc again, this time I used a floppy disk with a simple autoexec.bat file and config.sys file mounted on it, then I used the Dos command to check the free space on the disk, there was just three percent free space in reality on the hard drive. I had seen problems like that before, usually a large file that wasn't recognised by windows that was sitting on the hard drive, sometimes caused by a virus but I had already cleansed all of those.

I looked around the file directory list, spotted the culprit in a flash, a programme called back-it-up. Back-it-up was a programme that sat on top of the hard drive, every change made to any data on the hard disk were recorded by Back-it-up and, even many years later, anything that had ever been on the computer could be resurrected.

I used a portable hard drive to move the back-it-up folder off of the hard disk and left it churning away by itself for a few hours; I knew that the computer was so sickly that four gigabytes of data would take around five hours to copy from the pc onto the portable drive and then delete itself from the old pc.

The following morning I turned the old pc off and back on to boot up normally, it took three minutes to display the desktop and I opened the accounts package easily, I didn't bother to look any further at John's pc, well, being nosy, I did look through any stored pictures and music, there was surprisingly little data in those folders, I did a search for any pictures anywhere in the memory but nothing came back other than pictures related to help files and instruction files. Even the sample pictures had been deleted.

John's wife had fallen into a catch twenty-two situation with her old pc setup having Back-it-up running in the background, every file she deleted to make room on the hard disk was adding to the files stored in the Dos file store, so the more files she deleted, the more space she was using up.

I was going to phone John and tell him to pick his pc up but I decided to check through the files now stored on my portable drive, see if important pictures had been deleted to save space, when I finally got Back-it-up working, I asked it to show me all the files that were .jpg or .jpeg and to show them in saved order.

The first picture I saw was a toddler in the bath playing, then I scanned quickly through several dozen pictures of the same boy as he was growing up, the thing I found strange was that the boy was totally naked in every photograph, then I came across a picture where the boy was standing proudly to attention in more ways than one, he looked to be about seven or eight years old. Why would John take a picture of a boy with an erection, especially a boy so young?

The boy jumped a few years in age but it was definitely the same boy, he looked to be around ten or eleven years old, he was once again, totally naked but this time he was laying on a sofa. His cock was flaccid, it looked less than a half an inch long, the next picture had him holding his tiny cock in his hand, then several pictures as his cock grew in stature, his cock looked twice as big as it had in the previous series of pictures, there were a few pictures of him rubbing his cock off, I noticed that as well as big much larger than in the previous series of pictures there was a hint of dark hair starting to grow around his cock, when I got to the final picture in that folder, I saw a hand from the bottom of the camera's lens, the hand was reaching out and touching the cock with the tips if the fingers. It dawned on me that the hand in the picture was very narrow for a man who worked with his hands like John.

A closer look at the hand proved that the fingernails were obviously those of a woman, the manicured nails and the deep red varnish were the clinchers. I closed that folder and opened the next in the date sequence. The hairs around the boy's cock were a little more visible and his cock just a fraction thicker and longer than the previous photographs. Several photographs of him lying on a bed this time, the boy was obviously masturbating and quite vigorously from the blurring to his hand, then the woman's hand took over again, three pictures and then the perspective point changed, the boy was now obviously holding the camera, a woman's bare breast popped into the corner of the shot as her hand was on his cock. I missed the picture where the boy had a wet abdomen, I saw a picture of the woman's hand gripping the cock tightly with a big ball of spunk on the end of his cock and I realised the back of her hand was wet too, I went back a picture and there it was, a line of semen over the boy's abdomen.

I had reached the last photograph in that folder and opened the next, this time the folder had a single picture in it, a blond woman in a very skimpy bikini, standing next to a boy of around twelve years old; they each had one arm around each other's backs, the boy had his hand on the woman's hip, his fingertips looked like they were just under the waistband of the woman's bikini bottoms. Then it dawned on me, the blond woman in the photograph was John's wife, the blond hair must have come from a bottle as her hair today was mousy brown, the boy standing next to her was the boy from every one of the other photographs and it was Ben Fletcher, John's fourteen year old son.

The next folder was once again, Ben's hard cock in centre frame, a few pictures of him rubbing himself, then his mother's hand rubbing him and this time, when Ben took the camera and started photographing her, she was sucking his cock, she was totally naked and this time Ben got a lot of pictures of his mother as she sucked his cock, Ruth had been very careful to that point that she was never recognisable in any of the pictures.

A few more folders with similar pictures in and then another change, the date on the folder was only six months old so Ben would have been around fourteen. Ruth Fletcher was on the bed, she was masturbating herself as the camera moved around her snapping pictures, then the changeover, Ben was on his back, his mother bent over him, sucking his cock, then the last picture was Ruth straddling her son and the photograph captured Ben's cock opening his mother's labia.

There were several more folders of pictures, all very similar, Ruth and Ben doing various sexual acts together. I switched my screen off and decided to ring John Fletcher. I was momentarily shocked when Ruth answered the phone; it took me a while to ask if John was there, "Who's that?" "Hi, it's Victoria Clark from the other end of the village." "Hi Vicky, is it a plumbing problem, I'll get John to call around as soon as he gets home." "No, can you tell him that I've fixed the pc, he can pick it up whenever he wants."

It was Ruth's turn to go silent, after a long pause she said, "You mean our computer?" "Yes, he asked me to look at it yesterday." "I told him that it was far too old to be worth fixing, he was going to look for a new one." "He asked me to try and get it working long enough for his tax returns to be calculated but it's running as fast as a new lamb now." "Er, what was wrong with it?" "It had a programme that had filled the hard drive, the backup programme." "But I took backup off three months ago to create some space." I explained the way Back-it-up worked, the fact that only an icon existed in the windows area of the computer but the actual programme was resident in Dos.

"What did you do with the programme?" "I moved it over to a portable hard drive, in case there were files that needed recovering, every file that was ever deleted or changed in the whole life of the computer are stored in Back-it-up." Ruth went very quiet for quite a while, then she asked, "Have you looked at the files in the backup programme yet?" "Just a quick scan through, there are over twenty thousand backup files from your accounts package, twelve CD's worth of music, a few videos and a few family photographs, a bunch of chat room files from Messenger."

I heard Ruth gulp and take a deep gasp of air at the same time, causing her to choke a little. "I need to come and see you before John collects the pc from you. Is your husband home at the moment?" "He's just popped over to the church to bother god for ninety minutes." "I'll be right over!" I got as far as "You don't...." When the line clicked, cutting me off and all was silent. I put the kettle on, for a drink but also, to give me something to do. Ruth was knocking on my front door within five minutes of hanging up the phone on me. I offered her coffee but she declined it, her face was bright red. "Okay Mrs Clark, cards on the table, what will it cost me to keep this all quiet?" "What do you mean?" "No one does anything for nothing, what is it going to cost me to keep this from going public?" "I signed a non-disclosure contract with your husband, I can't make anything public." "My god, you can't tell him what you've seen either, he'd kill me first and then he'd kill Ben after."

"I don't have to tell anyone." "What are you going to do with the files that you took from my pc?" "I can just delete them all if you like." "Will that permanently destroy the pictures?" "Not really, not until the portable drive is totally filled with other data." "So, you could rescue them any time in the future then?" "It would be possible, but if you're worried about it, you can buy the portable disk drive off of me, that way you'll be the only one who could undelete them." "Oh! Here we go, and I'm guessing that your portable drive will cost me a few thousand pounds I suppose?"

I opened Ruth's pc as it was still hooked up to my screen and connected to the internet, I typed in the local component shop's URL into the browser and then typed in 'portable hard disk drives', "There, a 500GB Samsung M3 Portable Hard Drive, best price, £49.99. That's all I'd ask to replace the drive." Ruth visibly relaxed, "I'm not use to people like you, people who do things for nothing, everyone I know always have a price." Ruth dipped her hand into her handbag and handed over fifty pounds.

I right clicked on the desktop and asked for a new icon, then I opened the explorer page and found the portable drive, then the folder for Back-it-up and the program's '.exe' file, I copied the full file path from the '.exe' file and then returned to the new icon I had made on Ruth's desk top, I opened the icons properties and pasted the file path in for Back-it-up. "When you need to reload any of the old files that have been deleted or altered in the past, just double click here." "Is that my PC?" "Yes!" "It never worked that good when it was new." "My disk management programme has tuned the settings and the registry for you, it will slowly go back to its old ways, but you could buy a copy of Norton utilities, run it once a month and it will run like new each time."

Ruth took the portable drive with her but left the pc for her husband to collect later, I followed her to the front door, she stopped just before I closed the door, "Will your husband be going to church on Sunday?" "Yes, eleven in the morning to around one pm." "My husband goes to football and the pub on Sunday mornings, pop over at eleven o'clock, I'll split a bottle of my husband's expensive wine with you." "That's okay, I don't really drink." "Oh! You can't turn this stuff down, it's like drinking nectar, costs over two hundred quid a bottle, anyway, I'll need help with that back up program, I never did know how it worked, the company who supplied the package put it on and there were no instructions with it, that's why I had to backup onto floppy disks. So you see, you'll have to come to show me how to get my valuable, erm, music back!"

I wouldn't have gone to Ruth's house for a drink, I definitely wouldn't go for a chat but helping people with computer problems was what I did, so on Sunday as James made his way to church I followed him through the door and walked up to Ruth and John's house.

Ruth was waiting for me with an empty glass in one hand and a bottle of 2007 Gaja Barbaresco that she had opened earlier and left to breathe. "This is worth just under two hundred quid a bottle, it's John's last one, so I'll feel a little guilty if you make me drink it on my own." I took the glass from her and she poured a generous glass full of the wine, I took a sip, there was a strong feel of Raspberry to the flavour as well as incredible smoothness in my mouth, as I swallowed my throat burned a little from the wine's alcohol content.

"Here, sit for a while, get a feel for the wine!" Ruth gestured to the sofa, a very well padded, white leather sofa that looked like a seven foot long marshmallow sweet. I decided to duck out of her offer of a seat on the sofa, I chose to sit on the chair instead, the arms felt like they were two feet thick balls of leather covered cotton wool. I took a larger sip from the wine glass, I wasn't usually an alcohol drinker but the wine was less like wine and more like a soft drink.

"Well, shouldn't we get down to sorting out what you need to learn about using back-it-up?" At that point the living room door opened, Ben walked in wearing a dressing gown, his tousled hair and sleep crusts in the corners of his eyes said that he had just slipped out of bed. "Oh, hi Mrs Clark, my mother told me that you've seen all of our secret pictures!"

I was shocked that Ruth had told her son that someone else knew what they had been getting up too and even more shocked that Ben had mentioned it to me out of the blue like that. Ben sat on the arm of the chair that I was sitting on, or, with a seat so well padded, should I say, sitting in?" It took Ben just a few seconds to slip his arm over my shoulder and lean on me, I looked over and up at his face, big mistake, as I looked up, he leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I tried to push Ben away from me but instead I pushed myself over and into the right hand arm of the chair. Ben slipped off of the arm of the chair and down into the seat to my left, he managed to catch my left arm behind his back as his body jammed me against the arm on the right.

Ben used his right hand, still over my shoulder, to turn my face in his direction again and again; he kissed me, his tongue fighting my lips to get into my mouth. Ruth took the wine glass from my right hand and Ben managed to get his tongue into my mouth at the same time as his left hand began to fondle my breasts through my clothes.

I tried to push Ben's hand away from my breasts but Ruth stepped in and grabbed hold of my right wrist, pulling my hand away from her sons arm. Ben soon tired of rubbing my tits through my clothes and he began to tug at the front of my t-shirt, I fought with Ruth to try and stop her son but he soon had my t-shirt out of the waistband of my skirt and his hand on my bare midriff. Ben quickly reached my bra under my top and he expertly lifted the cups of my bra, exposing my breasts to his hand and eventually, as my bra gathered under my chin, his lips left my lips and his mouth slipped down to my breasts, alternating between fondling, pinching, nibbling and sucking on my nipples.

Ruth and Ben both detected the fight drain out of my body and Ruth released my right arm, instead of pushing Ben's face away from my breasts, my hand slid over the back if the fourteen year old boy's head and I stroked his hair as he suckled at my breasts. Ben sensed victory was close so his left hand slipped back down over my belly and over the front of my skirt, he reached my bare legs and began the upward journey all over again.

Ben's fingertips soon reached my knickers and he pulled the leg hole to one side to get his fingers into my now soaking wet pussy, I could say no as much as I wanted too but my body said yes at the top of its voice. Ruth was watching very closely as her son began to massage my cunt, then she began to open his dressing gown, Ben was totally naked under the dressing gown, Ruth rubbed his engorged cock, rubbed the fluff off of his cock head and as Ben brought me to a petite orgasm, his mother slipped her mouth over his cockhead and began to suck his cock.

About thirty minutes passed by before Ben shot off into his mother's mouth, I felt every twitch of his orgasm through his body as we were jammed on the sofa so closely, Ruth quickly moved from her son's cock as soon as he finished emptying his balls into her and she straddled my body, pressing her lips against mine and transferring some of his semen from her mouth and into mine.

Ben managed to twist his body out of the chair while his mother kept me occupied and I felt him dragging me out of the seat and onto the floor, Ben and his mother stripped me out of my clothes no matter how much I fought them to try and keep a little covering over my body but in no time Ben and I were totally naked. Ben pushed me flat on my back into the thick lambs wool shagpile carpet, his cock was already hard again and as my back sank into the soft floor covering, Ben covered my body and I felt the heat of Ben's cock as it rubbed back and forth over my labia before burying itself into my cunt.

As soon as Ben was fucking me, his mother let go of my arms and stood up, she stripped herself off, then she shocked me by saying, "Come on, it's okay to come in now." My head snapped over towards the door, one of Ben's school friends from the next village was standing in the open doorway, watching his friend fuck me, "Come here, you can play with me while Ben is busy." Ruth settled down at the side of me and she pulled the other boy down onto the floor before pulling his dressing gown open, "Robert has a lovely cock for a twelve year old doesn't he?" I looked between the other boy's legs, just in time to see seven inches of very fat cock slipping into Ruth's cunt.

Ben and Robert fucked away, trying to match each other's pace, Ben told Robert, "Make sure that the woman climaxes first before you shoot into her or she probably won't let you do her again." Ruth climaxed slightly ahead of me and soon after I climaxed, the boys both shot off together.

Ruth and I lay there on the floor panting through the exertion of our respective climaxes, the boys both just lay on top of us, their spunk leaking out or our cunts and down onto the lamb's wool carpet, Ben suddenly jumped up, he tapped Robert on his shoulder and Robert rolled off of Ben's mother, he rolled over the gap between Ruth and me and straight on top of me, I tried to push him off but he was already connected to me and pounding away at my body as his older friend was fucking his own mother. This time Ben didn't bother to make his mother climax and he reached his own climax in record time. Robert was still bouncing away on top of me, kissing me and I was responding to his embraces, as Robert fired off into me, I looked up to see Ben standing with his mother's digital camera in his hands, snapping several dozen photographs of Robert and me rolling around on the floor together.

As Robert finished pumping his spunk up into my body Ben said, "Well, Vicky, looks like we have another friend in the village to use for our sexual experimenting, we'll start visiting you after school on Monday, don't worry, we'll only come to and in you a few at a time, we'll try not to draw too much attention to ourselves." Ruth looked a little sheepish, "I'm sorry Vicky, but I did tell you that no one ever does anything for nothing, and there are one hundred boys in my son's gang at school, that was getting to be too many boys for me to keep entertained all on my own!"

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