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Ring of Truth

by obohobo

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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental, etc.

Copyright 2005

Prologue

After finding the Ring of Truth and learning a little of its properties, I, Dr. Derek Meeks, decided to keep a sort of diary, a 'blog' of events surrounding its use in my life. At the same time I added excerpts from the leather book that came with the ring so they would be readily readable. For the time being I am keeping the information in a protected file on my computer and, for reasons that will become obvious to anyone privileged to view them, I do not intend to print them out until I, like the previous owner, decide to put the ring in some safe place. That may not be for many years hence.

Dr. Derek Meeks.

P.S. (Later). I have now decided to anonymously publish an edited version of the blog together with the excerpts from the book on a site I visit frequently and get much pleasure from reading the stories it contains. Names of people (including my own), and places have been changed but otherwise this is an honest account of my experiences with the ring. I have tried to write each blog as a readable narrative and have concentrated on the sexual aspects mainly because I know that it what readers visit this site for and because they brought me the greatest pleasure. I hope it will do the same for you.

Blog 5. Mother's revelations

16th July 2004

Mother was waiting for me when I arrived in the kitchen that morning. "So how did your oh-so-important date with that shop girl go?" She fixed me with an icy stare. "The date you had to miss my dinner party for and warned Jean and Jenny not to come? And after I had spent all that time preparing a celebration meal specially for you." Even without the aid of the ring, I knew this was a gross exaggeration but mother continued for several more minutes before giving me a chance to answer.

"We had a very nice time, thank you," I replied as calmly as I could. "We went to the Swan and then went back to her place for coffee." <<"And fucked her I suppose. Probably that is all she is good for. Perhaps she just wants to trap him into another marriage. If he just wants her for casual sex, that's okay I suppose, but I hope it won't go further than that. He's far too good for her.">> "She's actually very intelligent you know mum," I tried to ignore her thoughts, "And very clever with her hands. You ought to see the beautiful wedding dress she is making for someone."

"And I suppose she had her hands all over you."

"I don't know why you are so against her mother. I've only known her for a few hours and yet you seem to think I'm on the point of marrying her." Mother turned away and sat on a stool near the TV. It wasn't on but she stared at it as though it was. Her mind went back many years. By now I had become used to seeing the pictures conjured up in peoples minds as well as hearing the words that were spoken. She seemed to be lying in a hollow in the centre of a half built haystack with a boy cuddling her.

<<"You're sure no one will come to finish this rick off, Les Larkins?">> My ears pricked up although the thoughts came straight into my head. Sarah's family name was Larkins and she had reverted to using it after her divorce. I didn't yet know the family well enough to know her father's first name but if it was Les… I drank my tea slowly trying not to look at mother in case she suspected I was listening in to her thoughts and seeing the images in her mind like on a film. "<<"Naw, Miriam. They've all gone to the cattle market today to sell off a few heifers. We'll be alright here if we don't make too much noise." They kissed for a while and Les's hand found its way inside her blouse. Miriam giggled but didn't attempt to stop him. He exposed her breasts. "Do you like them?" she asked. "Sure do. They look good and taste good." There was only a token resistance when Les unbuttoned the side of her pleated skirt and began to push it down. "You shouldn't be doing that," she whispered. "But I know you want me to and I want to as well. You wouldn't have come up here with me if you didn't. We're going to go all the way today Miriam so don't pretend you don't want to feel my prick inside you." Les put his hand in her knickers and massaged her young cunt. "I can tell you want it, 'cos you're all wet." With that he pushed her knickers right down and took them off. Miriam lay there exposed to the sunlight, blushing furiously but she didn't attempt to regain her skirt or knickers. "Let me see you," Miriam said quietly, "I want to see it and feel it before we do it." Unbuttoning his flies she took out his hard prick and held it so she could see it for a few moments. "Kiss it," Les ordered. She did so and acquiesced when he pushed it inside her mouth. After a short while he pulled out. "Open your legs girl, I'm going to fuck you this time." Miriam did so. "Go easy Les, you know I've never done it before." Les didn't heed her over much. Once he'd entered, he pushed hard and broke her hymen. A small scream escaped Miriam's lips but the pain turned to pleasure shortly after when Leslie pounded into her. Fortunately he remembered to pull out just in time and sprayed her stomach with his seed.>>

I became aroused again watching my mother lose her virginity and had to surreptitiously move my prick into a more comfortable position. The scene changed rapidly to the inside of a house, probably the front room. Miriam and Leslie were sitting on a couch cuddling and kissing. <<"I love you Miriam, love you will all my heart. One day when we are old enough I am going to marry you." Les kissed and fondled her while speaking his words of love.>>

"She must have only been fifteen or so, the boy looks very young," I thought as the scene changed again. Miriam peered through a hedge.

<<"The bastard. The lying bastard. Two days ago he professed his undying love for me and there he is with Emily Fellows, fucking her like he's fucked me.">> Emily lay on the grass the other side of the hedge with her skirts up and knickers around one ankle. Leslie had his prick inside her cunt and both looked like they were enjoying themselves. "You still poking that slut Miriam Williams, Les?" Emily asked. "Yeah, she's a good fuck but I'll have to chuck her soon so I can spend more time with you. She's a bit of a snob and wants me all to herself. Poor slut thinks I really intend to marry her." Both of them laughed at what seemed to them to be a hilarious joke.>>

It was becoming almost an embarrassment to learn of my mother's sexual inclinations. First I hear she cheats on my father at her bridge club and then of her teenage experiences. Up until the ring's revelations, I had believed mother to be chaste and I hardly credited that she even had sex with dad. Mother suddenly turned and looked at me. For a moment I wondered if she knew I was listening and seeing her thoughts but it didn't seem like it. She asked, "Are you seeing her tonight?"

"No not until Saturday. She has two dresses to finish by Saturday morning. I'll probably pop into the shop if they are not busy."

"Well you can get your own tea tonight. I'm not cooking and it all goes to waste." To save further argument, I got up and left the house. There was no real need for me to help Jean any more but I liked the woman and it wasn't just because of the sex we'd had. There was still plenty of stripping of wallpaper and paintwork to do but there was no real urgency for these things to be done. The builders would have to do a lot of work before decorating could start but at least removing all the old paper and paint showed up areas the builders would need to repair and the extent of any rot.

"Morning Jean," I called out as I entered.

"Morning Derek, you can have a day off if you like. There's nothing I need a strong man for…" She stopped in mid sentence and started to laugh at what she was going to say. "Well perhaps there is but this is neither the time nor the place for it!"

"I can't think what you mean Mrs. McCready," I grinned too. "I had to get out of our house and the weather isn't all that nice for going to the coast."

"So you thought you help an old lady out." Jean had that infectious smile again. "I guess you must have gone out if Miriam was pissed off with you this morning. How did it go? Did you take Sarah to The Swan?" I gave her an outline of what happened and she seemed pleased for me. "You'll be wanting to do the sandwich run again today I suppose," she kidded me.

"Mum seems to have more against Sarah than just her being a shop girl," I commented hoping it would bring some further information.

Jean seemed to wait a longer time than normal before replying. "Sarah's father jilted her when they were still teenagers. Not much out of school. She thought she was his only lover but he had a whole string of them. Even when he married Sally, Sarah's mother, he still carried on with other women until she threw him out or he left and moved in with another woman. Eventually Sally remarried and has been living with the same man ever since. As you know, Sarah married Terry Machin but he was much like her father so she moved out and divorced him. There were all sorts of rumours at the time but that is the bare bones of the story." I didn't really need any more, Jean had told me enough for me to know why my mother hated Sarah so that I wouldn't have to reveal that I knew from my ring.

I saw Sarah only briefly in the shop and when she stopped by Jean's on the Thursday and Friday. She said she had more to do on the dresses and they had asked for another complete dress for a bridesmaid they'd added at the last moment. Jenny phoned mid afternoon. "What is the naughty boy doing for dinner tonight?" She asked. When I said I'd pick up a pizza she suggested we had a celebration meal at home.

"Don't wind me up Jenny, it was bad enough this morning."

"I'm serious Derek, mum's having a bridge evening so I thought we could heat up the left-overs and have a real family dinner with us and dad."

This sounded better than a pizza but I couldn't resist a dig at her. I almost asked direct questions but managed to change the wording before I spoke. "I'm not doing the cooking so I suppose I get to find out how Ralph is to suffer. I'd have thought you'd rather spend the evening with Ralph"

"You'll survive, I guarantee it. And Ralph has a conference this weekend so I decided I'd give the house a miss for one night."

We actually had a very pleasant meal with just the three of us. Even dad was more talkative than usual. I suppose that for once he could actually get a word in. I mentioned what Jean had said about mum and Sarah's father which was a surprise to Jenny but not of course to dad. He'd had a couple of glasses of wine with the meal as well as two cans of beer while we prepared it, so he spoke freely.

"I more or less met your mother on the rebound of that. For a while after she shunned boys but she'd been having sex a lot with Les Larkins and I guessed she missed not having a boyfriend. I was available and she thought I was reliable and at that time we enjoyed each other's company. I married her as soon as I knew she was pregnant with you Derek." He paused to let this sink in but years ago I'd worked out that mother was a pregnant bride and so had Jenny. He shocked us more when he went on, "I've been faithful to her all these years but I know she's had others… and this bridge club isn't all about playing cards…I know by the smell of her and the stuff oozing out of her…" Dad stopped knowing he'd said too much. Jenny looked like she couldn't believe it at first but then shook her head as she came to terms with it. Neither of us spoke but I heard dad thinking. <<"I shouldn't have had that wine on top of the beer. Still I expect they'll find out sooner or later. When they leave home perhaps I'll move out too. Not much of a life here now. Get to fuck her once or twice a month if I'm lucky while others have her at least weekly.">>

Jenny's thoughts were in a similar vein. <<"Poor old dad. She gets her jollies and he has to put up with her bitchiness. Wonder why he does? Wonder if he'll leave her or throw he out when we go?">>

I decided to take the bull by the horns and ask a direct question knowing I would get an honest answer. "Dad, do you think you will spend the rest of your life with mother?" Jenny gave me a shocked look.

"No son, to he honest, I don't think so. Both of you will be gone soon so there'll be less reason to stay unless things change drastically. There's no other woman at the moment but for several years I have been making some provision for a possible rift between us."

"Have you talked to mother about it? Does she know that you know about the bridge club?" Jenny asked.

"Not really. Every time I try to talk to her she goes off and talks non-stop about something else." We all knew what he meant.

"You would rather she changed her ways than you having to move out though." Again Jenny asked a leading question.

"I guess so. The early years of our marriage were okay but she had her hands full looking after you two and we were struggling to make ends meet financially. It was when she had time on her hands and I was making enough money so she no longer needed to work, that things started to get worse."

"We need to try and sort something out dad." Jenny remarked. Dad protested that we shouldn't interfere but my reading of his mind told me he would actually welcome some help. He would get nowhere on his own.

Dad broke open another beer but neither Jenny or I wanted any more alcohol. A game show was on the TV but I was more interested in Jenny's thoughts. She envisioned the bridge club as being some sort of wild sex swap group and her imagination ran riot with the activities they got up to. However, we found out later, that her thoughts were very close to being correct. Her mental plans for dealing with mother were also vivid and extreme. At one point she had mother stripped and tied to a chair so we could examine her to see if she'd had sex and then threaten her with dad's belt in order to get her to tell us the truth and make amends to dad. At ten o'clock Dad decided he'd had enough beer and went to bed. Both Jenny and I had hoped he would stay up and combine with us to confront mother but perhaps it was better this way.

When we were alone I said," I'm not totally sure we should get involved with mum and dad's love life." I tried to bring the subject up with Jenny without asking a direct question.

"Of course we should," Jenny replied vehemently. "She's interfered with mine enough and now she's definitely meddling with yours. Had it not been for dad, I would never have seen Ralph for more than a few times and I certainly wouldn't have been marrying him in a few weeks. We owe it to dad to try and save his marriage or to get them to make a clean break. If the bridge club is only a front for a sex club, then we need to find out for sure and deal with her in the light of what we find out."

"It's going to be very difficult to find out the truth. She'll certainly deny any sex was involved." I hoped she had some idea of how we were going to get mother to admit the truth without me using the ring to any great extent.

Jenny astonished me when she proposed the method I had read in her thoughts. It seemed a very risky way to find out and I voiced my concerns. My arguments against it were all countermanded by a typical sisterly stubbornness until finally she said, "Well, you haven't a better idea have you Mr. Higher Education?" I hadn't. "We'll need to be ready when she comes home and for that I'll need your help." To my surprise it all went to plan.

"Oh so you could spend an evening at home tonight then but not when I arrange a party for you," Mother started sniping at us as soon as she entered the kitchen and saw us still up. It was after eleven.

"Sit down mother, we need to talk to you about all this," Jenny spoke putting a note of command in her voice.

"I don't think there is really anything more you can say. An apology would go some way to consoling me but that is probably too much too expect from you two." However she did slump resignedly into the chair. I quickly looped the piece of clothesline around her body and the chair and pulled it tight.

"Eeeek! What are you..." Her words were cut short when Jenny whipped out the length of packaging tape we'd hidden under the table and placed it across her mouth. She then helped me to get further loops of the rope around mother and we tied the ends securely.

"Mum, we have reason to believe you have been cheating on daddy and that you don't just play cards at your bridge club. No normal club would go on this late and you wouldn't come in looking a little bedraggled and flushed." Jenny started on mother. We both sat facing her. "We know that if we asked you straight-out, you would deny it so I'm going to check your vagina for signs of intercourse." Mother shook her head vigorously but there was little she could do. Jenny unzipped the side of her skirt and while I lifted her the small amount the ropes would allow, she pulled the skirt and knickers down. I watched as Jenny opened mother's cunt so we could see all the sperm. "I think that is proof enough don't you Derek?"

"Yes," I agreed, "Definitely at least one man has been in there, perhaps more than one." I tried to sound objective even though the sight of seeing mother's cunt for the first time, rather embarrassed me. Jenny had no such qualms.

"I'll check her breasts as well." My sister undid mother's blouse and then did that trick women do to remove a bra by pulling it out of their sleeves. Both breasts showed suck and little bite marks and on the underneath of one was the remains of a lipstick imprint. Mother was blushing and now looked very crestfallen. "The bridge club is really a sex club isn't it?" Jenny asked; mother barely nodded.

Having got this far with her I decided I wanted to know the full extent of what happened at these meetings. First I ripped the tape from her mouth and then taking her head in my hands, I made her look into my eyes. "What exactly went on at your bridge club today?" I asked. I saw the look cross her face as she tried to resist answering but it was no use. She felt compelled to answer and she did so at length. Her voice sounded a little strained but she spoke clearly and in a matter of fact way as if she was reading the minutes of any ordinary club meeting.

"I went to the Pendergast's after lunch and had a glass of wine while we waited for the others to arrive. They had arranged for two tables today so there were eight of us; four men and four women. The Pendergast's and another couple are married but for the meetings they pretend not to be and there were four singles. I hope you don't wish me to name names. We started to play bridge about three o'clock. This was a normal bridge game except under our rules the losers have to submit themselves to the winners for ten minutes. We throw a dice and if it comes up even, the loser submits to a winner of the same sex, and to the opposite sex if it comes up to an odd number. No actual fucking is done but before the end of the ten minutes the losers are naked from the waist down. My partner and I won that rubber and the die came up evens so I removed Helen's skirt, all the ladies have to wear a skirt, and knickers and fingered and kissed her cunt."

Once again I was surprised at the language women used in their thoughts and, at times like this, when they put those thoughts into words. I began to get an erection when I saw the vision of the older woman's hairy vagina in mother's mind.

"We changed partners for the next rubber and again I was on the winning pair. Again the die came up evens and the losing woman had already lost her skirt so I took off her blouse and suckled her tits. They were pretty big tits even though they had sagged a fair bit but I enjoyed kneading the soft flesh and nibbling at her nipples. We changed partners again but my luck didn't change. At the end of the third rubber I was the only one clothed and three people were naked. My loser had only lost his trousers so I quickly stripped him of his shirt and, as his prick was stiff from previous fondling, I played and sucked it. Before the ten minutes were up, he shot his spunk into my mouth. The others ribbed me about being the only one dressed and I didn't really want to be so I stripped off. That was mistake because I lost the next rubber and being already naked, I had to submit to a spanking. We're not spanked hard but even after a ten minute spanking, my arse was tender. A man and a woman were spanked as well and the others laughed when we squealed and pretended we were being seriously hurt."

I glanced across at Jenny sitting open mouthed and these revelations. She'd thought about the rude things they might get up to but wasn't expecting anything as kinky as this. As I glanced at her a second time, I noticed dad sitting on the bottom of the stairs. He put a finger to his lips as a signal for me not to say anything. Mother couldn't see him from where she was sitting and in her monotone voice carried on with her description of the afternoon and evening events.

"We only play four rubbers of bridge and then have a break. A break for sex. We've each got little buttons with our name on and these are put into a bag. Mary Prendergast will pull one out and call out the name and then say, 'and will partner' and will draw another name from the bag. Again it could be some one of the same gender or the opposite. I partnered the man I sucked off earlier. The house has two large bedrooms each with a king-size bed. Two pairs use the same bed. I managed to get my man erect enough to enter me and he fucked me hard for a long while but it wasn't until I had screamed out two climaxes that he came in me. We then did a bit of sixty-nining to clean each other. Alongside me two men were fucking. One had already shot his load up the other's arse and now his arse was being buggered. We are forced under club rules to accept lesbianism and homosexuality. The two could have just sucked each other but they chose bum fucking. We stayed in the bedroom until they'd finished and then went to see what was happening in the second bedroom. The man/woman couple had obviously finished and were watching the lesbian activity. One woman was on her back, Her tits were red so I guessed they'd been well mauled and suckled and now her cunt was being attended to."

Mother paused for breath and then went on. "We had a break for tea after that session. We all keep a robe in Mary's wardrobe and put these on and went back into the lounge or helped to bring prepared plates of sandwiches and stuff through. It provided a much-needed rest. After tea we cleared the dining table in centre of the lounge to play Forfeits, a board game which we have altered over the years to include some of the sexiest and most disgusting forfeits imaginable and it is not always the one getting the forfeit that suffers. The man next to me was instructed to nibble and suck the tits of the woman on his left. That's how I got the marks on mine. There are mandatory punishments if a person refuses to do a forfeit and they are so punitive that rarely does anyone not comply. Twenty lashes on the bare arse plus six on the cunt or prick is the stipulated punishment. Helen almost had it when her card said to take any man into the toilet and put his prick in her mouth and drink his piss. We all crowded in to watch but fortunately for her, the man had pissed after tea so there wasn't too much." Jenny gave a little cry of disgust but mother didn't seem to hear it. "There are two piles of forfeit cards, pink for the girls and blue for the boys although many of them are the same. I guess there are over a hundred in each pile so rarely do the same cards get drawn at the various meetings. I had to lick a man's arsehole, have my cunt spanked twenty times by a woman, had a man ram his cock in my arse and leave it there for a round without him moving it, and I had my nipples tied round with string for so long that they went blue. Finally we had a normal boy/girl fuck session which is why I came home with my cunt full of spunk."

For a little while we sat in silence. Jenny broke it. "Daddy, do you remember what you did to me when you caught me being fucked by Jimmy Freestone?"

"I tanned your bottom good and hard. You were only fifteen at the time."

Mother turned and noticed his presence for the first time. "Oh my God, no. You heard all that Ray?"

"Perhaps you should tan mother's bottom in like manner daddy. What she's done is far worse than what I did."

"NO! No, Ray, please no. I'm tired now. Please, I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you." Mother started pleading but dad seemed to delight in the thought and I noticed how his pyjamas bulged in the front. I was having a similar problem.

"Untie her Derek please," dad requested and when I did so he picked her up and laid her across his lap. She kicked and did her utmost to avoid the punishment but father's superior strength prevailed. We'd removed her skirt and underwear so there was no protection from the hard slaps he laid on her bottom. Being a manual worker, dad had hard, callused hands so we knew she was feeling real pain this time and not the mild spankings she had at the club and her cries were no pretence. Dad didn't spare her. It seemed as if he wanted to take his revenge for all the misery his wife had caused him over the years. In no time at all she was crying and sobbing but he didn't stop until Jenny told him quietly that it was enough. For a while Dad just held her but suddenly he carried her to the bathroom. We heard the clatter of the toilet seat as it was dropped to the pan followed shortly by a yell.

"Careful, my arse hurts," mother yelled and started crying again. We heard the tinkle of her pee over the sobbing and shortly after squeal as dad carried her into the bedroom and dumped her on the bed and we could hear mother's wails as dad fucked her hard.

"Wow that was some revelation. How did you get her to talk like that bro? I never thought she would tell us. Did you study hypnotism at Uni?" I just laughed and said that I didn't know how I did it, "It just happens."

Next morning mother was very subdued when she eventually came down to breakfast and sat gingerly at the table. I gave her a hug and a kiss and Jenny did the same. "You made me so ashamed," she said, "I don't know how you made me say all that but it seems likely that your dad will forgive me and I hope you will to."

On Friday Sarah looked tired when she called in at Jean's and on the Saturday when I picked her up as she left work she was exhausted. The final dress was only completed at two o'clock that morning so she'd had little sleep. When I suggested we go out for a meal, she asked if I would mind staying in and sampling her cooking. "I don't feel like dressing up to go out so you'll see me at my worst. The meal won't be much and you'll have to help but it might be good training for when you live on your own," she gave a tired smile. I agreed and gave her a cuddle and said for her not to worry. By early afternoon she was almost asleep on her feet so I took her into the bedroom and despite her protests, undressed her and put her to bed. I undressed too and crept in alongside her but almost as soon as I cradled her in my arms, she fell asleep. I dozed on an off but for most of the time I lay awake and enjoyed the feel of her body against mine. My mind kept revisiting the events of the previous evening and the revelations about the bridge club activities. I had a full erection but didn't dare rub it for fear of waking Sarah.

It was well after six in the evening before she opened her eyes. I kissed her gently and gave her a little squeeze. "That's a nice way to wake up Derek," she beamed as she hugged me back, and then saw the time. "Oh Derek, sorry I should have started cooking ages ago. What will you think of me when I promise to cook and then fall asleep."

"I might think that it is better to have a beautiful naked young lady in bed with me and to make love to her!" I grinned and when she laughed back I knew she could feel my erection against her belly.

<<"I'd like that too. I wonder if he's been playing with me, I feel wet already.">> "Mmmm. That might be nice," she said aloud. We fucked gently and, as with Jean, I found I could respond to her thoughts and wishes to give us both a great deal of pleasure.