"Yeah," she muttered and Margaret smiled."Let's take you home." Margaret passed Abigail her coat, and needlessly helped her to her feet."I dain't have... a home no more," she muttered, and Margaret snorted."Yer parents. Ah know them well, and they'll be angry ... disappointed mebbe ... but you'd still 'ave an 'ome. Let's get ya home." Thanks," Abigail murmured and she waited as Margaret locked her office and then the stairwell at the bottom of the steps. She unlocked her car – a sporty little. Brian took off his clothes while I said, "Oh come on, boys. I'm your mother. You can't fuck me." Even while saying that, I was swinging my hips, searching for a cock to fill me.Ben said, "It's OK, Mum. You wanted to get laid tonight. We'll all fuck you. You'll never have to pick up strangers again."Brian was naked by now and between my legs, aiming his cock at my pussy. I cried, "But I'm your mother! Ohhh!" as his cock entered me, giving me my first orgasm of the night as he went in. "Oh, God!. Only then would the miners move to the gold seams that had been found in the appraisal.We were spending tons of money in the beginning hiring back the three thousand miners that would call the town theirs. Then we hired craftsmen to build four thousand decent houses for all to live in instead of shanty shacks without running water or sewage.We moved an eighteenth century town into the twenty first century in three years. It was complete with food stores and a medical center, paved roads, clean. She looked up at me, blushed, and quickly looked back down, but she didn’t stop sucking. I was the first one to speak: ‘So, did she lose a bet, or are you both acting out a fantasy?’ He groaned a little, and replied: ‘We’ve always wanted to do something like this, and we just got a little sloshed on wine at that restaurant in front, so when we went back to the car to fool, around a little, and you walked by…’ ‘You decided to finally act on your fantasy’ I finished for him. He nodded, and since.