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They boys were properly feed and soundly sauced. Abby had come up with one excuse after another to ply the group with food and beer until it was really too late to do anything.

"Unless you all stay the night." She offered. They protested, of course. "Nonsense! We have plenty of space. You all can watch your movie, stay the night and I'll make a big Sunday morning breakfast tomorrow. Please. I'll be upset if you say no."

There was never any real doubt that they'd stay. Martin glared at her over their heads at Abby and she smile smugly — knowingly — back. As evening progressed, she had changed clothes, into something more 'homey'. A pair of knit pants that tightly hugged the curves of her hips and a cleavage-displaying tee-shirt. She pretended to ignore the arrested stares of the boys each time she bent over and displayed either front or rear for their entertainment. She did it to Martin too, taking a perverse pleasure in his frustration and discomfort.

She hadn't caught any of the boys' names; then again, she hadn't really been trying to. They called her 'Ms Abby' — she had tried for just 'Abby' but that all seemed uncomfortable with that. None had been bold enough to touch her apart from the earlier hug but several of them were showing positive responses to her not so subtle displays. She had had much more opportunity to play with them with a gentle caress of their legs or arms while in the guise of 'motherly' affection.

"Ma." Martin caught her alone in the kitchen at last. "Go upstairs."

"It's all right, Dear. Just play the tape."

He sighed in exasperation. "Look, you know what they want! Will you please just go so they can do it?"

"Fine." It occurred to her that the living room was still completely wired; she'd actually have a better view from the bedroom. She went back into the living room, made a graceful exit and retired to her bedroom. Five minutes later, she was disappointed by the image. The room was too dark too see any of the boys. But the audio was entertaining as they commented on her, the setting, the men and the action. At points, there was no sound but the tape itself and moans of the boys. Abby undressed and pleasured herself, imagining that the boys could see her as she could see them.

When the tape ended, she put on her robe and went back downstairs. She always liked a nice cup of tea after a good release. The boys snapped on the lights and a sudden flurry of activity told her she surprised them as she passed through the living room. "Don't mind me!" she said shielding her eyes. "I'm just passing through."

"Holy shit!" One of them exclaimed.

Abby glanced behind herself as the kitchen door closed. She was sure that the robe concealed her otherwise naked form but, as short as it was, maybe she'd flashed more than she expected. The intercom was still on and she could hear murmurs of activity. She busied herself with the tea kettle and selecting something herbal and missed most of their musings.