Dirty Secrets (MF voy exhib bd) 


A complicated relationship was the very last thing I was looking
for. I was more than a little stunned by the recent break-up with my
long time high school girlfriend, Lynette. Now that we were off to
college, she wanted the freedom to 'explore other options'. Like she
was shopping for a new car or something, I couldn't help thinking.
And yes, of course, we could still be friends.
When I first met with Jennifer, there was nothing complicated about
it. We were both drinking late on a Tuesday evening at the campus
watering hole. I wiped the foam from the tip of her nose after she
started her third mug of beer. Not that I was counting, but between
myself and Jennifer, we were getting quite a collection of empty mugs.
She had these wonderful curls of dark hair that wandered across her
face as she talked.
Easy conversation. About plant biology, of all things.
It was a topic she knew well. I shook my head dumbly when I realized
that she wasn't another student at the college, but one of the
professors. It didn't make much of a difference to me, of course. She
was just a really nice voice to listen to while I drank silent toasts
to my ex-girlfriend.
We talked half the evening like old friends before we even
introduced ourselves.
" Jennifer Morton, " she held out her hand. " I'm running the
horticulture program this year. "
" I'm Greg Little, " I replied. " And I'm running up quite a bill at
this bar. Can I buy you another ?"
" Cheers. "
It was the most natural thing on earth for me to walk her home. Out
of habit, I put my arm around her as we walked, like I would have with
Lynette. Jennifer slipped her hand around my waist too. She was a
petite woman, and her head rested against my chest. Having her with me
felt so good. So easy.
It honestly never occurred to me that she would invite me in. She
was a professor, and I was a student. I probably even seemed a little
confused when she asked me if wanted to come in. I paused at the bottom
of her steps.
" It's okay if you don't want to, " Jennifer looked so beautiful
standing there in the light of her doorway.
" No... it's just that, well, I just broke up with a girl recently
and..."
And what ? Lynette was off 'exploring other options', and I was
here, having a great time with Jennifer. Professor or not, I really
liked being around her. I stopped my explanation short, and smiled at
her.
" Yes, I'd love to come in. "
I sat on the edge of Jennifer's bed, and she straddled my lap. It
was a nice easy pace. We kissed gently while our hands explored each
other's bodies. Exploration. Now that's the right word. I hadn't been
with anyone besides Lynette since my early teens, and every unfamiliar
curve of Jennifer's body was pleasantly different. She was softer,
warmer, and much more responsive to my touch.
" Your body is wonderful, " she told me, breaking our kiss only
briefly. " So firm... so young. "
So I was being compared to other lovers too. I was glad she enjoyed
the difference.
My heart quickened in anticipation of her every touch. I tried to
pull her onto the bed beside me, but she held her place on my lap.
" Not yet, naughty boy. "
She was definitely setting the pace, and controlling the action. She
circled her arms around my shoulders, and began to grind her hips
slowly into my lap. It was torture. My cock strained within my jeans,
her soft body pressing against it playfully. I held her tightly around
the waist, pushing my pelvis into hers.
When she finally ended her painfully erotic dance, she slid down my
body and began to unfasten my belt. This is exactly what I needed. A
confident woman, sure about what she wanted from sex. Aggressive.
Mature.
Her lips engulfed me. Eye contact. It's a beautiful thing to see the
face of a woman when she takes you into her mouth. Her dark hungry eyes
devoured me more completely than her mouth ever could have. I watched
with utter pleasure as the those two wonderful little hollows formed in
her cheeks.
Jennifer teased me with her mouth. I could just barely see the pale
flesh of her breasts down the top of her blouse while she playfully
twisted her tongue around the underside of my prick. It was such sweet
torture, and she knew it. When she finally popped my saliva covered
cock free from her mouth, she smiled with such mischief.
And then she was on me.
When she woke up on Wednesday morning, I still held her in my arms.
" How did I find such a beautiful young lover ? " she whispered in
my ear, when she finally stirred. She traced her fingers along my chest
and stomach. " Can I see you again tonight ?"
" Oh, god yes. I'll be thinking about it all day. "
Yes, I would be thinking. I couldn't stop myself. From the instant I
awoke, my head had been buzzing with thoughts. I had been watching her
while she slept for over an hour. The previous night had been so
unplanned, that I hadn't considered our age difference. Now, with the
pale morning light streaming through the window, it was all I could
think about.
Jennifer looked to be in her late thirties, making her nearly twenty
years my senior. She didn't have the body of a teenager any more, but
we were definitely sexually compatible. I loved the way she took an
aggressive role in the bedroom. Our night together was unbelievable.
Attraction certainly wasn't the problem.
Somehow, though, I got the feeling that I should wait for the other
shoe to drop.
" I'd better get up and get Paige off to school, " she got up to
dress.
" Paige ?"
" Oh, I'm sorry. Paige is my daughter. Um,... maybe it would be
better if she didn't see you here. Sorry to put you in this position.
For Paige's sake, I never bring men home. Could you wait until we
leave, and then let yourself out the back door ? "
My expression must have betrayed my feelings, because she stopped
half way through buttoning her blouse, and sat beside me on the bed.
She stroked my hair.
" Listen, Greg. I know that it must be a little weird for you, me
having a teenage daughter, and being a professor at the college.
Believe me, it hadn't crossed my mind to date a student. "
She held my chin and kissed me softly.
" I really enjoyed last night and I want to see you again. Please
give it a chance. Call me here tonight... no, that's no good... call my
private line at the college this afternoon. I'll write the number down
for you. "
So I was left there, laying in Jennifer's bed, holding onto a slip
of paper with her office number, and listening to the sounds of her
making breakfast for her teen daughter. I wondered whether I would call
the number in my hand that afternoon. Did I really want this
complication in my life ?
My cock stiffened as I thought about the previous evening. I thought
of the smell of her when she shamelessly pulled my face into her pussy.
First I smelled her through the tight cotton of her panties, and then,
when I pulled the moist crotch of her panties aside, she whispered her
encouragement to me as I gingerly took my first taste of her. Lynette
had never let me do that for her. I definitely wanted a woman like
Jennifer, without any of Lynette's sexual inhibitions.
Her panties were still on the bed beside me. I took them in my hand
and brought them to my nose. Her aroma was still strong on them.
I began to stroke my cock. Everything about this was sexy. She was a
woman I knew little about. A professor who I'd just met, and who was
probably double my age. She was just a woman I met in a bar. And here I
was, laying comfortably in her bed the next morning, jerking myself off
while she ate breakfast with her daughter downstairs.
Of course I'd be back.
Several times over the next two weeks, I made late night visits to
Jennifer's house, and the sex was amazing. She was firmly in control,
and I didn't mind that at all. She made a game of teaching her 'young
lover' how to please a woman. I was so worn out on the following days,
I had trouble concentrating in class.
The first time I visited, I considered bringing flowers, but I
vaguely remembered her saying something unfavourable about the cut
flower industry. Besides, buying flowers for her smacked of dorkiness
to me. In the end, I brought a bottle of wine each night I came.
It tasted sweet on her breath as we made love.
Even as we finished the bottle together, and made love well into the
night, something was always gnawing at me. She always had me come over
late, after Paige was in bed. Jennifer told me that she just didn't
want to bother with introductions quite yet. She wanted me all to
herself. Between that, and her insistence that I call her private
number, I was beginning to get the feeling that she was embarrassed
about me.
Like I was her dirty little secret.
In the middle of the third week of our relationship, I stopped by
her office. She seemed quite nervous, and was reluctant to talk until
we closed the door.
" What's going on, Jennifer ?"
" What do you mean ? " Playing dumb really didn't suit her well.
" I mean, we've been seeing each other for almost three weeks, and I
still haven't met any of your friends. I still haven't met your
daughter. For Christ's sake, I'm still sneaking out of your back door
in the morning..."
She interrupted. " That's just because I haven't made a key for you
yet. When I do, you can leave through the front... if that means so
much to you. "
" That's not the fucking point, and you know it. You don't even want
your co-workers to see us together."
Jennifer shook her head in denial.
" Oh really ? Why can't we talk with the door open, then ? I'll open
it right now it you want. "
" No. Don't..."
She didn't say anything else right away. Tears began to well up in
her eyes. I actually felt a little bad for pushing her like that.
Suddenly, she wasn't so much in control of our relationship. I could
see that she desperately wanted me to stay with her, and was searching
for the words to convince me.
" Greg, I promise, I'll tell everyone. Just give me a little bit of
time. "
That night, I came over again, and we had sex, but there was
something different. Her usual commanding manner gave way to an
eagerness to please me. I had always enjoyed her assertiveness, but
this was something different, and I found that she was very sexy as the
submissive partner. It was like she was trying to compensate for our
argument by making me the centre of attention in the bedroom.
When she kissed me goodbye in the morning, though, my misgivings
returned. I waited quietly, as I always did, while Jennifer got Paige
up, made her breakfast, and drove her off to school. As I heard the
Mazda pull out of the driveway, I reflected on my situation.
Sure, the sex was pleasurable. And it promised to get even better.
She had started out in control, but now it seemed that she was willing
to let me take the lead in the bedroom, and that too was an inviting
prospect. But where was the relationship ? I still wasn't sure about
how long I would be willing to go on being her secret lover. It had to
end sometime, didn't it ?
I didn't leave right away that morning. My first class didn't begin
until noon. The thought entered my head that I was entitled to be a
part of Jennifer's life, and if she wasn't going to share it with me,
that I would just have to figure things out for myself.
First, I looked for a diary. No luck. It didn't seem like Jennifer
kept one, or if she did, she kept it at the office. I wandered through
the house, and checked out most everything. I wasn't sure what I was
looking for. Anything personal. Anything that would make me feel
included in her life.
I found the photo albums. That was kind of nice. There were some
very recent pictures of Jennifer and Paige. It was funny that after
spending almost two weeks in and out of the house, I had no idea what
the girl looked like until now. She had the same dark hair as her
mother, and was becoming quite a pretty girl. There was quite a
resemblance.
In the most recent photos, she looked like she must be around
thirteen or fourteen years old. No sign of her father, although there
were occasional pictures of Jennifer with other guys. The most recent
of the photos showed her with an older guy, who I thought I might
recognize from the college. That irked me a bit. Jennifer hadn't
mentioned him to me at all. I was intent on finding the answer to this
riddle.
In the course of my snooping, I passed by the door to Paige's room
several times. I debated whether or not to go in. In the end, I guess
curiosity won out. I went into the teenager's room for a quick look
around.
Well, that's what it was going to be, but I spied her diary near the
head of her bed, and I couldn't resist looking in. I guess I felt like
a real shit for invading the girl's privacy, but no one else was
around, so I figured that it couldn't do any harm. Besides, maybe it
would provide some clue about who the guy in the pictures with
Jennifer was.
I started from the book marked page, and what I read stunned me.
' Oct 25,
' I just watched mom doing it with the young guy again. Yay! After
the other night, I wasn't sure if he'd be back. She was being real
quiet tonight, so that I wouldn't hear anything. She thinks I'm so
stupid ! That I won't notice that she has a guy in her room with her.
She'd totally kill me if she knew that I was watching her. But I
shouldn't worry. She's way to busy *fucking* to notice me (ha ha)'
My heart was skipping beats. What I was reading was unbelievable.
Jennifer was going through all of this trouble to hide our relationship
from her daughter, and meanwhile, Paige was somehow getting a good view
of all the action.
In the following paragraph, she actually described our previous
night's session, removing all doubt from my mind. I was stunned by the
amount of sexual vocabulary the girl had picked up. I knew that I
hadn't been that savvy about sex when I was her age. In the final
passage, she even described her mother's new submissive attitude.
' I don't why mom is so different tonight, but she seems to be
letting the young guy do whatever he wants to her. She sucked his penis
for a long time, and even let him squirt into her mouth. When I first
saw her with this guy (I think his name is Craig) she was really in
control, and told him what to do. Now she seems so different. It's so
weird, but it makes me really horny to watch. She isn't like this with
any of the other guys. '
The information was coming too fast. Not only had I learned that
Paige had been watching our late-night sessions from the start, but
also that she had spied on Jennifer with other men. I skipped backwards
in the diary to find more details.
My heart sank as I read the next entry. It was dated from a couple
of days before, on a night that Jennifer told me that she was visiting
with friends.
' Oct 23,
' Mom's with the Professor again tonight. Yuck ! It's been a while
since he's come over. Are they getting back together ? That totally
sucks. I think I like watching her and the young guy better. Mom just
seems more excited with him. And besides, when she's with the
Professor, I don't get to see much because he likes to do it under the
covers. That sucks. I hope it doesn't last. '
' Grace is back together with Andrew this week..."
I flipped back through the book until I couldn't stand it. Entry
after entry described in detail the different men that Jennifer had
been seeing over the last year. At least four, from Paige's writing.
There was nothing before January, when, in an excited entry, Paige
wrote that she was first able to spy on her mother through her bedroom
closet. I snapped the book shut in my hand, and tried to calm my nerves.
Jennifer was lying to me. I almost laughed when I remembered what
she said that first morning, " For Paige's sake, I never bring men
home. " And she was still seeing another guy. No wonder she didn't want
to be seen with me at the college. She didn't want ' the Professor' to
find out about her young lover.
And now we all had our secrets, didn't we ? Paige had her secret
diary, and her secret opening in the closet, where she could watch her
mother having sex. Jennifer had a secret love affair with two men,
neither of whom she wanted to lose. My secret was simply that I knew
the whole dirty story.
Placing the diary back where I found it, I opened Paige's closet. I
knew from the layout of the rooms that Jennifer's closet lined up
directly with Paige's, but I had no idea how she was seeing between
them. I pushed aside her neatly pressed school uniforms, and scanned
the back wall. At first I didn't see it. The wall was cut so neatly, in
a little square behind the clothing. I gently pulled the patch of
drywall out, and was rewarded with a clear view into Jennifer's room.
Now I could see how she pulled it off. The hole looked in from
behind Jennifer's clothing, and would be impossible to spot from the
other side unless you were really looking for it. In the darkness of
the evening, Paige's chances of being caught were next to zero.
I replaced the drywall, and left her room the way I found it. I
really needed to get out of there. With my head still spinning from the
revelations, I let myself out through the back door.
All through that day and the next, my mind was filled with dark,
twisted thoughts. First they were about Jennifer, and then about Paige,
and of course, the diary. How could I be so angry, and yet so excited
at the same time ? I couldn't figure out how a relationship that
started out so simple had become such a complicated circle of lies.
Mostly, though, I couldn't figure out why I didn't want to end it;
why I was so aroused by the whole situation.
Certainly the sex with Jennifer was amazing, but that wasn't the
whole story. The idea that she was cheating on me and lying to me
should have bothered me. And it did. But in my dark little sexual
imaginings, I also saw it as an opportunity to bring her along to new
levels of sexual experimentation. I saw it as a way to make her do what
I pleased. I wanted to use her guilt to get back at her.
The idea that her daughter had been watching us fuck should have
turned me off, but somehow it didn't. God help me, the more I thought
about it, the more it excited me.
There was just something about the perversity of it all. The
incestuous voyeurism of watching her mother being fucked by various
men. Well it obviously turned Paige on. I thought back on all of the
things that Jennifer and I had tried. I imagined them now through the
eyes of Paige; how it would look to see me fucking her mother from
behind, or to see her squatting over my face as I licked her. Paige
must have seen everything.
I thought about what it would be like to fuck Jennifer now, knowing
the whole time that Paige was watching, to know that the young girl
was watching me thrust my cock into her mother. I thought about how it
would excite the school girl. Would she masturbate while she watched
her mother being screwed ? The thought made me shake in anticipation.
Jennifer phoned me the next day. This was the first time she had
called me at all. Every other time, I had done the calling. The balance
of our relationship was definitely shifting, and we both knew it.
" Hi Greg, did you want to come over tonight ?"
" Sorry, I'm busy tonight. Maybe you could call me tomorrow. "
I wanted to make her sweat a bit. But I had plans for her the
following night. When she called the next day, I let her know what they
were.
" I'd really like to see you tonight, Greg, " she told me.
" Yeah. I'd like that too. I really like what we did the other
night. I've been thinking about it a lot. "
She was pleased that I was taking her up on her offer. Her voice was
brimming with sexual excitement.
" Oh, so you like being in charge, do you ? "
" You know it. Hey, listen Jennifer, I've got this little fantasy..."
" Anything, " she said eagerly.
Perfect.
" Well, it's a bit embarrassing... but you being a teacher and all,
I can't get the idea out of my head. I fantasize about what it would be
like if we were to switch roles, and you were to play the naughty
schoolgirl. I could be the strict school master. "
" Mmm. Role playing. That sounds like fun. "
" And you don't mind if I'm a little strict with you, maybe give you
a bit of a spanking ?"
" Not at all. I'm looking forward to it. Hey, you don't mind coming
over a little late, do you ?"
She was still trying to keep her secrets from Paige. If she only
knew...
" No problem, " I said. " Paige will be in bed by ten, right ? I'll
be in around eleven. Be ready for me. "
When I knocked softly on the door, Jennifer only opened it a crack
and peaked out to see me. I cocked my head in curiosity.
" Come in, " she whispered, opening the door just a little more. It
was as if she didn't want anyone to be able to see her through the open
door. A bit of a silly worry at eleven o'clock, if you ask me, but when
I came in and saw her, I could see what she was nervous about.
She had taken my request further than I had expected. I'll admit, I
chose the schoolgirl theme with Paige in mind, but this was more than I
had imagined. Jennifer was decked out, from head to toe, in one of her
daughter's school uniforms. The clothes were a bit small, but I was
surprised at how well Jennifer's petite figure fit into them.
" Oh my god, are those..."
" They're Paige's. I just thought that they would add a little
authenticity to our game. "
They sure did. I couldn't help but flash on the photo album pictures
of Paige, dressed in this same uniform. Jennifer must have been all too
aware of the resemblance.
" I just took them from the laundry, " she continued. There was a
lot of excitement in her voice. " I even... um... well, I wanted it to
be perfect to the last detail, so I'm even wearing her bra and panties.
"
Had I stumbled across some hidden sexual fantasy of Jennifer's ?
Something that she wouldn't have dared to ask of her lover. This whole
thing certainly seemed to be making her so very horny.
Of course, I wasn't unaffected either. I couldn't help but think
about what it would be like for Paige, waiting in her closet for us to
come upstairs, when her mother entered the room decked out in her
school clothing. I couldn't wait for the moment when I she would watch
me bend her mother forward, and pull up her kilt, revealing the fact
that she was even wearing Paige's panties. God, what would the girl be
thinking at that moment ?
" Well, Miss Morton, I think that maybe we should go up to my
office, " I gestured playfully towards the stairs.
" Yes sir, " she said, playing along with my game. Before we went
up, she gave me a quick kiss, and whispered in my ear. " You can be as
strict as you want. I don't mind. "
Even without my thoughts of Paige, this would have been an exciting
turn in our sex life. Jennifer was giving me permission, practically
begging even, for me to take complete control tonight. For me to
discipline her like a naughty schoolgirl. It was quite a nice reversal.
I wondered what it must be like for her, to allow a student from her
college, and almost twenty years younger than her, to take control of
her like this. To have her play the role of a naughty schoolgirl, who
needed to be punished.
As soon as we came through the door to Jennifer's room, I could feel
the Paige's eyes on us. I tried my best not to look in the direction of
the closet, but that's where my mind was. My cock was painfully hard.
I knew that I was going to give Paige a show that she would never
forget. The perversity of it really got my blood pumping. I was going
to make her mother perform for her, and give her a sex show. I was
going to make her mother unwittingly display herself in utter
humiliation before her daughter. I couldn't wait to get started.
" Miss Morton, " I tried to use my strictest tone. I hadn't done
anything like this before, but my excitement was making the transition
easy. " Have you been a naughty girl ?"
" Yes sir. "
" Then you'll need some punishment, young lady, won't you ? Come
over here. "
I led Jennifer to a spot beside the bed, right in front of the
closet. Oh yes, I was going to give Paige a front row seat in her
mother's degradation. The best part was, Jennifer just thought that
this was innocent fun. She had no idea that her daughter was watching
every moment.
" Bend forward, girl, and get ready for your punishment, " I ordered.
Jennifer was breathing so very heavily. How much of this scene
resonated with her own fantasies, I'll never know. I began to remove my
belt from my pants as she slowly bent forward, putting her hands on the
bed. It would be perfect. Her ass was facing directly towards the
closet, only a few feet away.
My hand wandered up Paige's skirt, to her mother's ass.
" Bend further forward, " I directed. " You'll have to stick your
backside up nicely for me. "
The control I had over her was intoxicating. I was showing her off
for my secret audience, and the next thing I wanted to display was
directly under the cloth of that skirt. I grabbed the edge of it, and
pulled it forward, revealing Jennifer's ass fully.
Paige's panties were so very small on her. The little white panties
barely covered her mother's crotch. I slipped one of my fingers under
the edge of the tight little panties. Jennifer's body shook with lust.
" These panties seem awfully small for you, Miss Morton. Not very
ladylike at all. "
" No sir, you're right sir. "
" In fact, I'd almost suspect that they aren't your panties at all. "
My finger found her wet pussy, and she gasped. Just as quickly, I
pulled my finger away. She was going to have to suffer for a while yet.
" Who do these panties belong to, young lady ?"
" They're mine, sir. "
" Do they belong to Paige Morton then ?"
Quietly. " Yes."
" I'm sorry, who do they belong to. Speak up, girl."
" To... Paige. To me. "
I teased her pussy again with my finger. God I wanted Paige to hear
this. I wanted her to know that not only was her mother wearing her
clothing, but that she was actually turned on by the idea of assuming
her daughter's role.
" One more time, girl. Your voice is so faint. Which little slut do
these panties belong to ?"
" Nnng... to me... I'm Paige Morton. Oh please, spank me... I've
been so bad. "
Her voice was loud enough that I had no doubt that Paige would hear
every word. She would hear her mother begging to be spanked. Jennifer's
body was pushing back against my fingers. Her excitement was
electrifying the air around her.
The leather of my belt slapped hard against her bare ass. I was a
little surprised by the how loud the blow was. The soft flesh of her
rear end jumped and rippled from the force of the blow.
Jennifer whimpered, but didn't cry out.
" That's right, young lady. You be brave for your punishment. I want
you to count them for me. "
I stood to one side of her, making sure not to block the view from
the closet. I wondered if this was turning Paige on, to see her mother
punished this way.
" Two...three... ungh, four... five..."
A deep shade of pink was spreading across her ass cheeks. I was
venting my anger for her lies, for her unfaithfulness. I got off not
only on the act of strapping her, but also on the idea of humbling her
in front of her daughter. Each stroke came down with more force, but
Jennifer made no sign of trying to avoid them. Yes, she was definitely
a girl who needed some punishment.
" Nine... ten... eleven..."
I reached my left hand over, and held her by the back of the neck.
That felt good. She was totally under my control.
" Eighteen... nineteen... twenty..."
Jennifer waited after the count of twenty, to see if another blow
was coming. Brave girl. She was still sticking her ass out for more. My
cock was painfully erect, though, and I needed some relief.
" Do you know why you're being punished, Paige ?"
Jennifer's body quivered again.
" N-no sir."
" It's because you're a naughty little slut, who likes to suck all
of the boys cocks, aren't you ?"
" Yes sir. "
" Get on your knees in front of me, and show me what you like to do
to all of the boys."
She dropped to her knees in front of me. I stood sideways to the
closet, to provide the best view of the activity. Jennifer reached up
and unbuttoned my pants. I looked down at my little schoolgirl and
smiled. God, would she be mortified if she knew who was watching her
play the slut. So very eagerly, she fed my engorged cock into her mouth.
" Mmmm... mmm, " she moaned, as she tried her best to deep throat
me. I reached down and took hold of her hair. I pulled her wandering
locks out of her face. I wasn't going to let anything get in the way of
a good show.
" Are you a nasty little cock sucker, Paige ?"
" Mmm hmm, " she nodded her head around my member.
" Unbutton your blouse for me... show me those cute little titties. "
Jennifer unbuttoned and removed the white blouse, revealing yet
another sexy view. The bra was definitely Paige's and held Jennifer's
breast just a little too tightly. The view of her body, displayed in
the schoolgirl uniform was almost too much for me. I had to grip her
hair tightly, and pull her mouth off of my cock. She slurped loudly as
I pulled free of her.
We paused like that, me holding her hair, and catching my breath.
" Are you wet, slut ?"
" Yes. I'm so wet. Goddamn, you're turning me on. "
" Take off your little girl panties, Paige, and show me how wet
you've made them. "
Jennifer reached her hands up her skirt, and wriggled her ass as she
struggled to pull the tight little panties off. In the meantime, I
reached behind her, and unfastened Paige's bra. When she was finally
able to slide the panties off, she handed them to me obediently.
" Oh, this is very naughty, " I told her. " These panties are so
very wet. A slut like you will have to learn her lessons. Open your
mouth. "
Jennifer knew what was coming. She looked me in the eyes, opened her
mouth, and stuck out her tongue. God she was hot. She would have done
anything. I placed the moist crotch of the panties against her tongue,
and them pushed Paige's underwear into her mother's mouth. I began to
wrap the bra around her head.
" Do you like the taste of yourself, Paige ?" I asked her. A
perverse thought struck me. I knew that Jennifer had taken the clothing
from the laundry, and I wondered if Paige had been wearing these
panties in the last day or two.
" Mmm hmm, " Jennifer nodded.
" Good, then I'll make sure you keep them there. "
I tied the straps of Paige's bra around Jennifer's head, to keep the
panties in place.
" Now, slut, let's have a look at that wet pussy of yours. Get on
the bed, on your hands and knees. "
I led Jennifer onto the bed, with her ass still facing the closet.
Everything I was doing tonight was to give Paige a good show of her
slutty mother. I wondered how much she was appreciating my efforts. I
pulled the skirt up once again and bunched it around Jennifer's waist.
Her legs were already spread, displaying her pussy and ass lewdly from
behind.
Neither one of us could take much more of this. Jennifer was so wet,
I could see her pussy glistening from where I stood. I needed relief so
badly, I could hardly stand to look. But there was one more thing that
I wanted to see Jennifer do. One more little degradation for my secret
audience.
 From the floor near the bed, I picked up one of the empty wine
bottles from my previous visits. Actually, I didn't recognize the
label. Perhaps this bottle was from her other lover. Even better.
I placed myself behind her, but stood a little to the side, so that
Paige could still see. I started with my finger. Jennifer groaned into
her daughters panties as I slipped my finger easily into her wet
passage. Only a moment later, I slipped in a second finger. This was a
nice scene, with Jennifer pushing her pussy back to greet me, but I had
a little more in mind.
When I pulled my fingers out, Jennifer whimpered in frustration. I
had her exactly where I wanted her. Good and horny. With no further
delay, I gently touched the mouth of the bottle to the lips of her
pussy.
This was going to have to be voluntary. She froze, as she realized
what the object was. I didn't push. I just waited for her to invite me.
God, I wished I could see Paige's face, as her mother began to gently
grind her wet pussy lips against the mouth of the bottle, first in
little circles, then more insistently.
Did she crave this humiliation as much as I wanted to give it to her
? I didn't have to do much. All I had to do was give her the right
angle, and she would eagerly do the rest. I slowly raised the bottle,
and let her push back into it. I could hear her moaning softly into her
gag as it penetrated her.
" That's indecent, " I said. " Is little Paige such a whore that
she'll put anything into her pussy ? "
Jennifer was nodding her head.
" Fuck yourself with it, little whore. I'll hold it for you. I want
to see what a slut you are. "
No sooner than I gave her permission, she began to push herself back
and forth on the glass of the bottle. She fucked herself slowly on the
rigid phallus, each time pushing herself further towards the wide end
of the bottle. I couldn't stand it any more.
" That's enough. "
I gently withdrew the bottle from her, and dropped it onto the bed.
" Turn around. Put your face near the bottle. I'm going to fuck you
now. "
Jennifer crawled around until her face was at the edge of the bed,
beside the wine bottle. I crawled up onto the bed behind her. She held
her ass up in the air for me. Neither one of us could wait to cum.
This is exactly the way I wanted to end it, and it's a scene that
was better than I could have imagined. Jennifer was on her knees, with
the uniform skirt pushed up onto her back. I pushed myself into her
open hole with ease. Both of us were facing towards the closet.
Jennifer grunted with pleasure, unable to say anything, because Paige's
wet panties were stuffed into her mouth.
" Do you like being fucked, Paige ? " I was saying it to both women.
In a sense, I had been having sex with both of them this night. It felt
so dirty... so incestuous.
Jennifer grunted her approval. She had one of her hands at her
pussy, and was fingering her clit while I fucked her from behind. I was
getting so close to orgasm. I could feel Jennifer's pussy contracting
around me. She was close too.
I envisioned Paige masturbating while watching this scene; while
watching her mother get fucked from behind. I thought of her watching
her mother's tit's bounce underneath her with the rhythm of our bodies.
Most of all, I wanted her to see her mother's face when she came.
With my right hand, I grabbed a handful of Jennifer's hair, and
pulled her face up. Paige would see her mother cum, with her daughter's
panties stuffed in her mouth.
The thought of it pushed me over the edge.
" Oh, fuck, take my cum, Paige ! I'm giving it to you. " My intense
orgasm couldn't hold off any longer. Beneath me, I could feel
Jennifer's body begin to shake as her own climax overtook her. I held
her hair, and kept her face visible throughout.
Our bodies pounded into each other. Each of us was desperate to
extend the feeling for just a little longer as we came in unison.
She squealed into the panties, her face contorting with pleasure. I
grunted loudly as I emptied myself into her pussy. Finally, our rhythm
slowed, and then stopped, as our orgasms subsided. When her body
couldn't take any more, Jennifer collapsed forward with me on top of
her.
While I caught my breath, I couldn't help but look in the direction
of the closet. Paige would watch every last detail, I knew. To my
surprise, even in the darkness of the closet, I could just barely make
out the little opening into Paige's closet. She was still there.
I winked.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
But that's what I did. It was a simple act, but one that served to
destroy our whole intricate web of lies. It's funny that a wink could
do all of that. Apparently, Paige panicked. I didn't know it until
Jennifer broke up with me over the phone two days later.
" I'm sorry, Greg, but after what Paige saw the other night, I don't
feel comfortable with us any more, " Jennifer told me, after explaining
that Paige had been peeping on us. I tried my best to sound shocked by
the revelation.
The way I figured it, Paige had been afraid that I would tell her
mother, so she beat me to the punch and confessed her voyeurism.
Luckily for me, she didn't tell her mother about the wink. That would
have proved much more awkward.
So there's at least that one dirty secret still left between us.