Summer talks about bill fucking her mum

'I tried to work, and ignore her, but I had deadlines, and I was using a desktop so I couldn't go anywhere else.'

'Did you say anything to her about her showing you her private parts.'

'I tried. Like I said I had only just met her the night before. I said maybe it was time to put some clothes on, I was trying to work.'

'What did she say?'

'She said - don't you like my pussy or something? Don't you want to look at it?' and then she put her cereal bowl down and spread her pussy lips. I told her this was crazy, asked what she thought she was doing, asked her to leave, to please put clothes on.'

'Did you like her pussy Mr Hudson? There's an 18 year old girl showing you her pussy, and you're saying you didn't want to look at it, you didn't like it?'

'She was my girlfriend's daughter, I didn't encourage her, or give her any signs that I wanted her to do this. I like pussy as much as the next man. anyway - instead of answering my question she just asked again - don't you like my pussy? I stood up at this point and walked out the office into the kitchen, just to get away. She followed me and then asked - do you like fucking my mum's pussy? I asked her what sort of question that was, and she said she was just wondering because all she'd seen last night was me fucking her in the ass.'

'I see. Did you fuck her mum, Bev, in the ass?'

'Yes, I did. I had no idea how Summer had seen, or why she felt it necessary to bring up in a conversation about her own nakedness. I asked her what that had to do with anything, and she said that she was just interested. I told Summer that Bev and I would be having a very frank conversation about her conduct later, and that I would appreciate her staying away from me from now on, unless she had clothes on. It was then that Summer asked me if she thought Bev would believe me or her. She told me everyone thought she was this brainy geek, and she didn't care about boys or sex. I said I'd be talking to Bev and telling her exactly what had happened. Then she told me that if I said anything, she would have to tell Bev about the internet history on the office computer, about the financial irregularities in my web design business, the ways that I'd been borrowing money from Bev, without her knowing.'

'How did she know these things?'

'She told me she'd spent the night researching me, finding things out about me on the office computer, going through my tax returns, internet history - I mean I like porn as much as the next man, nothing serious - and I had borrowed money from Bev but I was going to pay it all back.'

'So, in short, she was blackmailing you?'

'Yep. She had a twinkle in her eye, she knew exactly what she was doing. she took her T-shirt off and stood there, butt-naked in the kitchen, hands on hips. I tried to avert my eyes, but well, I'm only human. She came over to me, leaning on the counter, and grabbed my erection through my trousers, and looked up at me, saying she was just going to have a shower and why didn't I join her, give her some of the same attention I'd given her mum the evening before.'

'Did you?'

'No, I went back to work. She spent the rest of the day coming in and out of the office with different skimpy outfits on, cheerleader, tennis outfit, school uniform, short dress, just a bra - bringing me drinks, a snack, some post, you name it, every ten minutes or so, some excuse to come in with something. Sometimes I was on a video call, and she cleverly stayed off camera. A couple of times she was completely naked. If I wasn't on camera she would put her hand on my trousers, and try and kiss me. Then, when Bev got back she was suddenly fully dressed and cooking the dinner.'

'What happened the next day?'