God, it was cold out tonight — one of those sharp spring evenings where the wind has a cheeky little bite like it knows you’re wearing too little. But I didn’t care. Not tonight.
I’d gone all in.
I was in a silky cream blouse — the kind that clings a little in the right places, catching the streetlight just so. I’d undone the top few buttons, just enough to hint at the curve of my cleavage — subtle, but cheeky. My short black skirt hugged my hips, riding dangerously high on my thighs, and my heels clicked satisfyingly on the pavement as I strutted out of the cab like I was 29 again. Not 49 and three wines in.
My hair was loose, falling in soft waves around my shoulders, and I’d taken my time on my makeup — smoky eyes, glossy lips, a little blush to cover the sadness that always lingered just beneath. I felt good tonight. Sexy, even. Alive, for the first time in too long.
Clubbing with the girls had been… well, it was a mix. A lot of shouting over terrible music, dancing until my calves ached, laughing so hard I cried, and trying not to let the bitter ache of loneliness creep into the cracks. They all had someone. I didn’t.
But I wasn’t ready to go home to a dark house just yet. The cab dropped me off around the corner, and as I walked up the driveway, I heard it — laughter. Male laughter, deep and full of that wild, young energy I hadn’t heard in years. And music, low and bassy, thumping from the kitchen.
The lights were on.
I fumbled with my keys, heels wobbling slightly, and stepped into the hallway, the warmth wrapping around me. My cheeks were flushed — partly from the cold, partly from the wine, partly from being seen again, felt again, even if it was just a few glances from younger men in the club. I didn’t care if they were just looking at a woman who looked good for her age. At least they were looking.
I toed off my heels, trying not to trip over the rug, and padded toward the kitchen, still in my skirt and blouse, makeup slightly smudged, hair tousled.
Laughter erupted again as I pushed the door open.
There they were — John, my son, 18 and just barely out of boyhood but already taller than me, with his mess of curly brown hair and that cheeky smile I used to fall for in his dad. Around the table sat his three mates: Liam, tall and lanky with a dimple in his chin; Tom, stockier, red-cheeked, and always with a can in hand; and Josh, the quiet one, the thinker, who always seemed to have a wry smirk playing on his lips.
They were playing cards, empty cans scattered across the table, a bottle of dark rum at the center, and bowls of crisps half-eaten. Someone had set a speaker in the corner, playing something indie and low.
“Oi,” I said, stepping into the light, swaying just a bit. “This where the party’s at?”
All four of them looked up — and I do mean looked. There was a pause, the kind that hung in the air like smoke. Their eyes flicked from my legs to my blouse and back again. I was still dressed like I belonged in a Soho bar, not someone’s mum.
“Mum?” John blinked, clearly flustered. “What are you—Jesus, you look…”
“Hot,” Liam finished, then coughed, suddenly very interested in his cards.
John groaned, sinking back in his chair. “Don’t. Please don’t encourage her.”
I sauntered in, hand on hip, and reached for a beer from the table, popping the cap with one of their bottle openers like I belonged. “What, I’m not allowed to have fun now? Don’t worry, I promise not to outdrink you. Probably.”
Tom raised a brow. “You drinkin’ with us, Mrs. R?”
“Only if you stop calling me Mrs. R,” I teased, taking a sip. “Makes me feel like I should be handing out detention slips.”
Josh snorted. “Fair. What’s your name then?”
I gave a sly smile and leaned on the counter, the blouse slipping just slightly. “It’s Claire. But you can call me Queen Claire tonight.”
John buried his face in his hands. “I’m never living this down.”
“Oh hush,” I said, walking over and ruffling his hair. “Scoot over. I want in on this game.”
He reluctantly made space. I slid into the seat beside him, crossing my legs, catching Tom glancing and then quickly looking away. Boys. So predictable. I remembered what 18-year-old hormones were like.
They taught me the game — something about lying and bluffing and making others drink if you messed up. I barely listened. I was more interested in the company, the heat of the kitchen, the laughter, the way the music pulsed softly in the background like a heartbeat.
I joked. I bantered. I told Liam he needed a haircut, and when he made a comment about me being “well fit for an older woman,” I winked and said, “Still got it, haven’t I?” John groaned again.
“Mum, stop flirting with my mates.”
“Oh, I’m not flirting,” I said innocently, sipping my beer. “This is just how I talk to pretty boys.”
Tom nearly choked on his drink.
The laughter built. The drinks kept flowing. And as the night warmed and their guards dropped, so did mine.
Somewhere after midnight, after a particularly dramatic hand where Josh ended up chugging half a beer, the stories started.
“Did I ever tell you lot,” I said, propping my chin on my hand, “that before I met John’s dad, I once dated a guy who sold fake designer handbags out the back of his car in Marbella?”
“You what?” Liam nearly fell off his chair.
I grinned. “True story. He was gorgeous. Tall, Spanish, smooth as silk. Took me on his motorbike down the coast. I was twenty. We drank tequila straight from the bottle, slept under the stars, and—well. That’s not for your ears.”
John covered his ears. “Oh god, I’m gonna need therapy.”
The lads roared with laughter, but they were listening. Really listening. Like I was someone, not just someone’s mum. Like I was interested. Desirable. Real.
“You were wild, weren’t you?” Josh said softly, almost with admiration.
I looked down at my beer, smiled a little to myself. “I was. I miss her sometimes — the girl I was before the bills and the school runs and the broken hearts.”
There was a pause. Gentle. Respectful.
John nudged me. “You’re still her, you know. Even if you do embarrass the hell out of me.”
I looked at him, my heart squeezing tight. His cheeks were flushed, eyes glassy, and smile soft. My boy. My baby. And somehow, a man now.
“Thanks, love,” I whispered, reaching to ruffle his hair again. He didn’t even push me away this time.
The night wore on. The stories turned sillier. At some point, I kicked off my heels completely and tucked my legs up beneath me. Tom tried (and failed) to do a posh accent, Liam challenged me to a dance-off in the hallway, and Josh actually smiled — a real one.
When the rum finally ran out and the boys started talking about crashing on the sofas, I stood, stretching, blouse riding up slightly as I yawned.
“You boys want to go to bed already, wimps,” I smirked at Tom who was staring and quickly his eyes looked back up to my eyes. “You are all not like me I can handle anything.”
Tom chuckled, “I bet you could.”
Tom chuckled, “I bet you could.”
I raised an eyebrow at him, lips curling into a knowing smile. “Careful, Tom. That almost sounded like a challenge.”
“That’s because maybe it was,” Tom said like a smart ass as I looked around at all their faces.
“Trust me I could manage you all and I don’t mean cards.” I can’t believe I said that.
“Mum,” John looked shocked but looked at me in not an angry or shocked way. He looked curious.
“What,” I said as I looked at him his face looked red with embarrassment.
Tom chuckled, “I bet you could.”
I raised an eyebrow, my lips curling into a smirk I hadn’t worn in years. “Careful, Tom. That almost sounded like a challenge.”
He didn’t miss a beat. “That’s because maybe it was,” he said with a cocky grin, lifting his half-empty can and saluting me like we were in on some shared little secret.
I glanced around the table, catching all their expressions — Liam, slack-jawed and grinning; Josh, trying to act unimpressed but failing miserably; and John… oh, bless him. My boy looked somewhere between shocked, intrigued, and downright confused.
The words slipped out before I could catch them. Maybe it was the drink. Maybe it was the way they were all watching me like I was still something to marvel at. Or maybe I was just done hiding the parts of me that used to shine.
“Trust me, lads,” I said, slowly standing and stretching just enough for my blouse to lift a little at the waist. “I could manage all of you… and I don’t mean in cards.”
For half a second, the kitchen went absolutely silent.
Then—
“Mum!” John burst out, eyes wide. His face was as red as the Solo cup in front of him.
“What?” I said, all wide-eyed innocence, reaching over to steal a crisp from the nearly empty bowl. “I’m just saying I’ve been around the block. A few times.”
“Have you ever had a gangbang, Claire,” Josh just boldly came out with it?
I nearly choked on the crisp, coughing lightly as I looked at Josh with a mix of shock and… something else. Something that felt a lot like excitement.
“A gangbang?” I repeated, my voice a little breathless. Iset the crisp back down, suddenly aware of how dry my mouth had gone. “That’s… that’s quite the question, Josh.” John groaned, burying his face in his hands.
“Oh my god, Mum. Please don’t answer that.” But I was already answering, my words tumbling out before I could stop them. “I mean, I’ve had my share of… adventures. But a gangbang? No, I can’t say I have.”
I paused, biting my lip as I looked around at their faces. They were all staring at me, eyes wide and hungry. Even John had peeked out from behind his hands, curiosity getting the better of him.
“But,” I continued, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper,”I’ve certainly thought about it. A room full of strong, eager hands… mouths… all focused on pleasuring me…” I trailed off, a shiver running down my spine at the thought.”It’s a fantasy, isn’t it? Every woman’s dirty little secret.”
I leaned back in my chair, crossing my legs slowly, and deliberately. The movement drew their eyes, and I could see the effect it was having on them. Liam swallowed hard, Tom shifted uncomfortably, and Josh… Josh was staring at me like he wanted to devour me whole. I caught John covering his crotch I could tell he was getting hard over his own mum.
“And what about you, boys?” I asked, my gaze lingering on each of them in turn. “Ever fantasized about ravishing a woman together?
Tom’s cheeks flushed a deep red as he stammered,”I-I mean, it’s not like we’ve talked about it or anything…” His eyes darted nervously to John, who was still trying to hide his obvious erection behind his hands.
Josh leaned forward, his gaze intense. “But we have thought about it,” he said quietly. “Haven’t we, lads? The idea of sharing a woman, pleasuring her until she’s begging for more…”
Liam nodded, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. “Yeah, I’ve definitely imagined it,” he admitted, his voice husky. “A beautiful woman, surrounded by men who worship her body…”
John groaned, dropping his hands and shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “Oh god, you’re all insane,” he muttered, but there was no real heat behind his words. I could see the way his pupils were dilated, the way he was breathing a little faster.
“What about you John, not sure if it is the drink talking but. What if I said to you, that you and your friends can have your way with me? Or is the thought of having you all take turns in my pussy putting you off.” I said as my finger teased my neckline it showed more cleavage.
John’s eyes widened, his mouth falling open as he stared at me, shock and disbelief warring on his face. “What… what are you saying, Mum?” he stammered, his voice cracking slightly. “You can’t be serious.”
But even as he said it, I could see the way his gaze flicked down to my teasing fingers, the way his breath hitched as he imagined the scenario I had painted. The other boys were equally stunned, their eyes glued to me, hanging on my every word. Josh was the first to speak, his voice low and husky.
“You’d really let us… all of us…” he trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. Liam and Tom exchanged a glance, their expressions a mix of excitement and uncertainty.
“You’re drunk, “John said, shaking his head.”You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“More horny than anything,” I said giggling.
“Mum, this is… this is insane,” John finally managed to say, his voice strained. “You’re my mum. I can’t… we can’t… oh fuck, it is tempting I am hard as a rock right now. You really want me to fuck you on this table.”
I stood up slowly, my chair scraping against the floor. The movement drew all their eyes to me, and I could see the hunger in their gazes. I walked around the table, my hips swaying with each step. When I reached John, I leaned down, my lips brushing his ear as I whispered, “I want you to fuck me on this table, John. I want you and your friends to take turns, to use me like the dirty slut I am.”
I stand there, my blouse open, my heart pounding in my chest as I look down at my son and his friends. The air is thick with tension, the only sound is the heavy breathing of the four men before me. I can see the desire written all over their faces, the way their eyes roam over my exposed skin hungrily.
John’s gaze is fixed on my chest, his eyes glazed over with lust. “Mum…” he whispers, his voice hoarse.”You’re so fucking hot.”
Behind him, Liam, Tom, and Josh are leaning forward, their eyes wide with anticipation. I can see the outline of their erections straining against their pants, and it sends a thrill through me. I’ve never felt so desired, so wanted. I took off my blouse and then I reached behind my back and unhook my bra, letting it fall to the floor. My breasts spill out, heavy and full, the nipples already hard peaks.
Liam, Tom, and Josh were equally stunned, their eyes glued to my chest. Liam swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
“Bloody hell,” he muttered, adjusting himself in his pants. Tom’s cheeks were flushed, and his breathing was heavy. “Claire, you’re…you’re a MILF,” he said, the words slipping out before he could stop them.
I took off my panties and got on the table, “Well lads don’t just stand there which two is first.”
“Which two?” John said puzzled.
“Well, there Are 4 of you, two of you go first then the other two after the first two finishes,” I said as I moved on the table so my head was hanging off the side and I was looking upside down. “Use your brain honey, I have a pussy and mouth, use them. Two of you at the same time. Hurry up sort out which two is going first.”
Josh and Liam looked at each other, then back at me with my legs open and ready, their eyes filled with a mix of excitement and hesitation. After a moment, Josh spoke up, his voice low and husky. “I’ll take her mouth,” he said, already moving to unbuckle his belt.
Liam nodded, his hands shaking slightly as he unzipped his pants. “And I’ll take her pussy,” he said, pushing his jeans and boxers down to free his erection.
John and Tom watched with bated breath as their friends positioned themselves at either end of the table. Josh stood at my upside down head, his thick cock hovering inches from my lips, while Liam climbed onto the table, kneeling between my spread legs.
“Fuck, Claire,” Liam breathed, his eyes fixed on my exposed pussy. “You’re so wet already.” He didn’t wait for a response, instead gripping my hips and pulling me closer.
Josh leaned in, his hand wrapping around the back of my neck as he guided his cock to my lips. “Open up, Claire,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. I parted my lips obediently, and he slid his length into my mouth, a low groan escaping him as he felt my tongue wrap around him.
Josh’s hips began to move, slowly at first, as he fucked my mouth. His grip on my neck tightened, and I could feel the heat of his skin against my lips. Meanwhile, Liam positioned himself at my entrance, the head of his cock teasing my wet folds. Then… he grunted as he slid deep inside my hairy pussy, “Unngh.”
The sensation of being filled in both holes at once was overwhelming. I moaned around Josh’s cock, the vibrations sending shivers through his body. Liam began to thrust, his hips slapping against my thighs as he pounded into me. The table shook beneath us, the legs scraping against the floor with each powerful thrust.
“Fuck, her mouth is so hot,” Josh groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair. He picked up the pace, fucking my face with abandon. Spit dripped down my chin as he used my mouth for his pleasure.
Josh’s hips snapped forward, driving his thick cock deeper into my throat. I gagged slightly, tears springing to my eyes, but he didn’t slow down. He was lost in his own pleasure, his eyes squeezed shut, his jaw clenched.
Liam’s thrusts grew more frenzied, his balls slapping against my ass with each powerful drive into my pussy. The table creaked and groaned beneath us, the legs scraping against the floor.
“Oh fuck, her cunt is so tight,” Liam grunted, his fingers digging into my hips.
He leaned forward, changing the angle of his thrusts, and I cried out around Josh’s cock as he hit a spot deep inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes.
Josh pulled out suddenly, his cock slipping from my mouth with a wet pop. I gasped for air, my chest heaving, as he stepped back and began to stroke himself rapidly while Liam picked up speed fucking me hard my tits bounced.
Liam’s thrusts became more urgent, his hips slamming against mine with a force that shook the table. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with our heavy breathing and the occasional grunt or moan. Josh’s hand moved faster on his cock, his breathing growing ragged. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he gasped, his eyes locked on my face.
I braced myself, my eyes fluttering shut as I felt Liam’s cock swell inside me, his thrusts becoming erratic.
“Me too,” he panted, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise.
With a final, brutal thrust, Liam buried himself deep inside me, his cock pulsing as he emptied his load into my waiting pussy. At the same moment, Josh let out a strangled cry, his hand pumping furiously as he aimed his cock at my face.
“Arghh fuck,” Josh’s hot cum splattered across my face and in my open mouth as he groaned loudly. Liam pulled out panting and got off the table.
John climbed onto the table, his eyes wild with lust as he took in the sight of my cum-covered upside-down face and Liam’s seed leaking from my well-fucked pussy. He didn’t hesitate, positioning himself at my pussy entrance and pushing inside with a grunt. Tom moved from beside Josh, his hand already working on his belt.
“My turn,” he muttered, freeing his erection and moving to my head.
Tom grabbed my hair, pulling my head back as he positioned himself at your lips. “Open up, you dirty slut,” he growled, his thick cock pressing against my mouth.
John started pounding into my cum soaked gash, his hips slapping against my thighs as he fucked me hard and fast.
“Fuck, Mum, your pussy feels so good,” he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips.
John’s thick cock stretched my pussy walls as he slammed into me, his balls slapping against my ass with each thrust. I moaned around Tom’s dick, the vibrations making him groan. He pushed deeper, his cock hitting the back of my throat. Tears pricked my eyes, but I relaxed my jaw, letting him use my mouth.
“Take it, argh fuck,” Tom hissed, his grip on my hair tightening. “Suck my cock.”
Johnny was more rougher than the others and more bigger. Damn, my own son the way he plowed through my cunt. He was pumping his meaty cock in and out of me like I was some sex doll and grunting. Oh god, the grunting he was doing while fucking me turned me on.
Tom also picked up speed as he held my head tight as he fucked my mouth, deepthroating me. While at the same time, John was pounding my aching slit really hard.
“Ugh,” cough. My throat constricted as Tom shoved his cock further down, hitting that sensitive spot at the back. My eyes watered instantly. “Hnnng,” I strained against his hand in my hair, trying to breathe around the thick length filling my mouth. The wet sounds of his cock sliding against my tongue and throat were disgusting and thrilling at the same time.
“Gak,” I gagged, my body’s automatic reaction kicking in. Tom didn’t relent, he just pushed harder, his fingers digging into my scalp to keep my head still. A gasp escaped me as he pulled back slightly, just enough for me to suck in a desperate breath of air.
“Urgh…” A deep guttural sound rumbled in my chest as I swallowed hard, forcing myself to relax and accept the sheer size in my mouth. It was… intense. “Ngh,” I moaned, tears now definitely blurring my vision. My nose was running, and spit dribbled down my chin, mixing with his precum.
John pounded into me, his rhythm relentless and forceful. “Fuck, Mum,” he grunted, his voice strained with effort and pleasure. “You’re taking both of us like a champ.” He sped up even more, slamming into me harder. “You’re so tight, even after Liam.”
“Yes,” Tom grunted, his hand still firm in my hair, driving his cock deeper. The muffled sounds I made were probably encouraging him because he didn’t let up.
John’s rhythm didn’t waver. “Fuck yes, Mum,” he repeated, his voice thick with lust. “Take it all. Take every inch.” He reached down, his hand finding my clit and adding direct pressure there, as if I wasn’t already overloaded with sensation.
“Mmrph,” I managed, a strangled noise that was half protest, half something else entirely. Tom’s cock was so deep now I could feel the hard ridge pressing against the back of my throat. It was starting to hurt, a raw, stretched feeling that mingled with the throbbing pleasure of John fucking my cunt.
“Harder, Mum?” John’s voice was right in my ear, hot breath tickling my skin. “Do you like it harder?” He didn’t wait for an answer, just slammed into me with even more force, the table legs groaning under the renewed assault.
“Oh God,” I gasped around Tom’s thick cock, the sound distorted and wet. “Mmph… hnnng…” My body was starting to tremble, overwhelmed by the double attack.
Tom shifted his angle slightly, and a wave of nausea threatened to rise in my throat. “Swallow it, you little whore,” he bit out, his voice rough. “Swallow every inch.” He pushed again, and I involuntarily gagged, my stomach muscles contracting.
“Gkk… gkk… erh…” The sounds were raw and involuntary, muffled by the thick column of his cock filling my mouth. Tears streamed more freely now, blurring my vision completely. I could taste his precum, salty and metallic, mixing with my own saliva.
“What’s that, Mum? Can’t talk with my cock in your mouth?” John chuckled, a low, predatory sound. “Good. Just feel it. Feel how good I feel inside you.” He pounded into me, a deep, rhythmic thrusting that was starting to make my hips ache.
“Faster,” Tom commanded, his hand tightening in my hair, pulling my head back further. “Suck it faster.” He increased his pace, the shaft sliding in and out of my mouth with wet, sloppy sounds. “Yeah, like that. You’re a good little fuck toy, aren’t you?”
“Mmf… mph… aahh…” The sounds were becoming less coherent, just a mix of strained breaths and involuntary moans. My body was starting to convulse, not from orgasm, but from the sheer overload of sensation. It was almost too much, but a perverse part of me was reveling in it.
“Faster, John! Fuck her harder!” Tom yelled, his voice distorted slightly by the effort. “She can take it! Look at her, she’s loving it!”
John roared in response, a guttural sound of pure masculine aggression. He was fucking me like he hated me, each thrust a brutal declaration of dominance. “That’s right, Mum! You’re mine! Mine to fuck however I want!”
“Oh God… hnnng… mph…” I was lost in it now, drowning in the sensations. The pain, the pleasure, the humiliation, the raw, animalistic lust – it was all swirling together, a chaotic vortex pulling me under. The world narrowed down to the feeling of John’s cock stretching me open, the pressure of Tom’s cock in my throat, the wet sounds, the heavy breathing, the rough voices.
Tom finally let out a ragged groan. “I’m gonna cum,” he hissed, his movements becoming jerky. “Right in your mouth, you greedy bitch.”
He thrust hard, and I felt the familiar pulsing sensation in my mouth as he emptied his load. The warm stream of his cum filled my mouth, thick and sticky, adding to the already overwhelming sensory experience.
At the same moment, John let out a final, triumphant roar, his body arching against mine. “Fuck! Cumming, Mum!” He slammed into me one last time, and I felt the hot rush of his cum flooding my pussy, mixing with Liam’s and Josh’s.
The table creaked and groaned one last time, then stilled. Tom pulled out of my mouth with a wet sucking sound, finally releasing my hair. I was left gasping for air, my chest heaving, my throat aching, and my cunt throbbing with aftershocks.
“Fuck,” Tom panted, stepping back from the table. “That was… good.” He looked down at me, a predatory gleam still in his eyes. “You’re a good fuck, Mum. Real good.”
John rolled off me, landing heavily on the floor beside the table. He lay there for a moment, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Then he looked up at me, a satisfied smirk on his face. “Yeah, Mum,” he said, his voice still rough. “You’re definitely a good mum.”
I sat up and they helped me off the table. I cleaned the cum off my face with a dishcloth.
As I woke up, the events of the previous night came rushing back to me. The feeling of being used, filled, and stretched by my own son and his friend’s cocks. The taste of their cum, the sound of their grunts and groans, the smell of sweat and sex that still lingered in the air. My pussy throbbed with a dull ache, a reminder of the brutal fucking I had endured. I glanced over at John, who was still asleep beside me, his face peaceful and innocent-looking in contrast to the monster he had become last night.
I carefully extricated myself from the bed, wincing slightly as I moved. My jaw ached from being used as a fuck toy, and I could still taste the bitter tang of cum in the back of my throat. I crept out of the room, needing a moment to myself to process everything that had happened.
1 hour later I was drinking a coffee in the kitchen when John entered with a smile on his face.
“Morning, Mum,” John said cheerfully, pouring himself a cup of coffee. He didn’t seem at all bothered by the fact that he had just spent the night using his own mother as a human fuck toy. If anything, he seemed more relaxed and content than usual.
I stared at him over the rim of my coffee mug, trying to reconcile the smiling, innocent-looking boy in front of me with the brutal, dominant lover he had been last night. It was a stark contrast, and it sent a shiver down my spine.
“So,” John said, leaning against the counter and taking a sip of his coffee.”Last night was fun, huh?” His tone was casual as if we were discussing the weather instead of the fact that he had just gangbanged his own mother with his friends. “They left soon after and let’s just say we went to bed and we did it again, it felt better when it was just us two, don’t you remember.”
I set my coffee mug down with a clatter, my hands shaking slightly. “Fun?”I echoed, my voice barely above a whisper. “Is that what you call it?” John looked at me, his expression unchanging.
“Yeah, Mum. It was fucking amazing.” He took another sip of his coffee, his eyes never leaving mine. “You were amazing. The way you took all of us, the sounds you made, the way your body responded… it was incredible.”
I felt my face flush, a mix of embarrassment and arousal. “John, we can’t…we shouldn’t…” I trailed off, unable to find the right words. How could I explain to him that what we had done was wrong, that it went against every moral and ethical boundary? “Have a word with your friends today, make sure they tell no one please, I was drunk.”
“I already told them what happened here they better not tell anyone,” John said taking a sip of coffee.