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Published : 10 May 2022

   

New Family Business
by Isabella

Story Code: M/f, M/F, MM/F, Public sex, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Prostitution, Underage, Public sex

I had the same problem that most girls have when they turn fourteen, well, most girls that I know anyway, the need to get a part time job to earn a little more than their weekly spending money allowance from their parents.

I found myself out of the house early on Saturday morning, I was on the eight o'clock bus from my village into Kettering with a list of ten businesses in the town that I would try to get an interview for a job with...I'd accept the best offer that they made to me because I realised that I needed to enjoy whatever job I chose or I wouldn't be able to stick to it.

Our village was the first stop on this bus route so I was sitting in the middle of the bus all alone at that time on a Saturday morning because most of the manual workers had taken earlier buses and the shoppers would take the later buses.

I heard the 'Pshhhhhht' as the doors closed but before the driver could pull away, a man came running down the street waving his arms around furiously. I recognised him instantly, he was Elle Green's Father, Alan. I'd known Alan Green since I became best friends with Elle in our 'Rising fives' class when we were four years old. Elle's dad was a big flirt, he'd been flirting with me since the first time he met me, even though I was only four years old at the time.

I watched Alan flash his pass at the driver before he looked down the bus to see how empty it was...when he saw me his face lit up and he marched straight down the bus to me.

"You're looking delicious this morning Kitty...you on your way to a party or something?"

I looked up at him as if I'd only just noticed him, "Oh, good morning Mr Green...no, I'm on a job hunt today!"

"Please call me Alan..." The bus jolted as it pulled away from the stop, the driver had given Alan thirty seconds to find a seat and now he was off. Alan caught the back of my seat to prevent falling, "... can I sit here please Kitty?"

I looked up at his face again, gave him a sweet smile, thought, 'Better the devil you know' and nodded my head.

I watched him in my peripheral vision as he looked me over, from the low neckline at the top of my dress and a jump to my legs, I was wearing a real sixties dress, not a modern interpretation of one. My mother had given me her old dress when I told her that I was going to town on a job hunt, her advice to me was, "show a lot of flesh and don't get upset if a man interviewing you makes an inappropriate comment! I usually got a job offer if I wore this dress to an interview with a man."

Alan touched my shoulder, I looked at his face, he grinned, "I said that your dress is very sexy...if you came to my office dressed like that, I'd give you a job, even if there wasn't a vacancy!" he punctuated his comment with a chuckle.

I nodded my head at him and thanked him for his kind comment.

"So what kind of job are you looking for?"

I smiled at him, "I'd like to be a test pilot at the bank of England...you know, make sure that all their banknotes work in the shops...but I guess I'll be hard pressed to get a job stacking shelves in a Kwik-E-Mart' with my luck."

"You need to get a job doing something you love...what would you really love to do?"

I was pondering my answer but shrugged my shoulders because I really didn't know.

"If you're anything like my Elle, her ideal job would be to get paid for kissing, cuddling and stuff with...", I chuckled and my mind filled 'Boys' into the gap but he said, "...men!"

"Yes...I'd agree with her there but like I say, I'll probably get offered shelf stacking in an 'Eight-Till-Late' at my age."

I could hear the sounds of cogwheels grinding in Alan's head as he leaned forwarded in his seat to try and look a little higher up under the hem of my dress, "You know Kitty...I'll bet there are dozens of frustrated old men like me who would pay a beautiful girl like you way above minimum wage for an hour's kissing, cuddling and stuff with you!"

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Alan's phone pinged, he took it out of his trouser pocket, checked the screen and said, "My golf chat forum, people already looking for someone to make up a four and it isn't even eight...oh, it's just after eight now!" My eyes were very well tuned in, while he was typing a seemingly innocent reply, he was opening his camera app and taking a picture of me from my knees to my chin, I read the message he typed to go with the picture, 'Early commutes can be hell...just look at my view this morning!'

He pressed send and the pings from people replying to him sounded like machine gun fire, he read a few before turning that social media app off. I caught the message 'Northants Players Forum' closing down!'

He smiled at me again and lied, "I told them that I was at work until at least twelve o'clock so I couldn't go out to play with them!"

"Is the travel agency business picking up then Mr Green?"

"Please call me Alan...it's still very slow but I'm putting out an advertising promotion to start on the first of next month, things should pick up after that. So, where do you plan to try today?"

I showed him my list of ten businesses, he looked it over and shook his head, "The first three on the list only employ over eighteen's, Bennett's and Goodwin's only take staff from an agency, Cooper's I don't know but Dexter's are about to go under!"

So six out of my list of ten were no-hopers, my trip into Kettering was going to be very unfruitful by the looks of it.

"How's Robert Finch working out then Kitty?"

"Not!"

"Really, I'm sure that it was only last week that Elle mentioned that you and Robert had..." Alan looked around the bus as if it had suddenly filled up with passengers, then he whispered, "...done the deed!" He raised his eyebrows twice and he got that hungry grin covering his face that horny boys often got.

"I think that Elle shares far too much with you Mr...ERM...Alan!"

He nodded his head in agreement, "Me and Elle share everything...well, so long as we're out of her mother's ear shot!"

Our conversation stopped when the bus did, the doors opened and two people got on the bus, they both sat down behind the driver so Alan started talking again, "I'm sorry to hear that, I wonder why he dumped you? I mean, you gave him sex...not giving a boy sex is often the reason for a break up! Did he ask you to do stuff that you didn't want to do for him?"

I didn't answer but I did respond, I turned my head towards him and gave him a sour look.

His smile turned from lust to schoolboy innocence, "Don't be like that Kitty, we've been friends for ten years now, you can tell me anything!"

I threw out a massive sigh, "No, I never refused him anything, he just got everything he wanted from me and then went looking for a new girl to conquer!"

"He must be mad...ERM...did you ever go out with any of the boys from that Greek family?"

The schoolboy grin was now different, the question wasn't really the question that he was asking...devilment, that was Alan's new look...he wasn't asking if I'd been out with a Greek boy, he was really asking if I'd had Greek sex with a boy!

I nodded my head.

"And...did you give him everything that he wanted?"

I nodded my head.

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Alan gasped and his cock inflated inside his trousers, "Well, tell me...what did he want?"

"My sherbet-dab, we were both only six at the time!"

Alan laughed out loud, "You little tease Kitty..you know what I meant...did you ever do it the Greek way?"

I looked out of the left window...well, not out of it, I was looking at the glass to watch Alan's reflection in the dirty window.

Alan slid forward in his seat, he turned more towards me and dipped his head a little to see as far as he could up under the hem of my dress, I saw him take a deep breath and his right hand fumbled with his cock so that it would lie down a little to look less like a flagpole, because it was ramrod hard, "When Elle went out with Nicos, she couldn't sit down for a week after their first date."

That brought a smile to my face, I had been at the party when Elle first met Nicos and I remembered hearing her screams from the bedroom while I danced with my boyfriend of the day...remembered Elle's anal deflowering clearly but typically for me, not the name of the boy that took me up to bed to fuck me when it was our turn to use the bedroom.

Alan had to stop talking because a woman sat in the seat behind us. I saw that we were three stops from the bus station, "My stop is next!"

Alan looked very disappointed that I was getting off the bus opposite one of the companies that he'd told me only employed older kids...it wasn't that I disbelieved him, I just needed to see for myself.

I squeezed past his knees and he stopped me, "If you're at a loose end around twelve o'clock, pop by my office and I'll give you a coffee or something!"

I nodded my head and gave him my sweetest smile, "I will if I'm still in town by then!"

Having been told by Alan that the company only took staff who were at least four years older than me it did speed things up, instead of doing the dance of trying to see the store manager or someone from personnel, I just asked the woman on customer services if the store gave part time work to fourteen year olds, she shook her head, I'd probably saved myself twenty to thirty minutes at each stop.

Alan had been right in every case, I'd run through my list of ten companies in two hours. I was actually at the bus station, very miserable and very deflated, I looked at my bus, if I caught the eleven o'clock bus back to my village, there wouldn't be anyone else there to hang with, my dad would be at home, my mother would be at work...I stood and watched the eleven o'clock bus leave...Alan was a flirt, he could be very embarrassing at times but he could also be very funny and I needed a lift after two hours of disappointment.

I walked past his office window at five minutes to twelve, he was all alone and when he saw me, I got a big beaming smile from him and he gestured with his hand for me to go in.

"Turn the sign to closed please Kitty and drop the latch on the lock for me, will you?"

I watched him drop papers into a drawer, he closed down his computer and made a gesture towards a door at the back of the shop, "The coffee room is upstairs!"

He opened the door and stepped back, gesturing for me to go up ahead of him, I knew he wasn't being gentlemanly, quite the opposite, he wanted to look up the back of my dress as I climbed the stairs...I knew it but just thought, 'What the hell, I've flashed a lot more in the past!'

There was a living room at the top of the stairs on the left. It overlooked the High Street and on the right, there was a kitchen, there were three doors beyond, Alan squeezed past me, "The bathroom's at the end of the passage and the other two rooms...well, they're bedrooms."

"Does someone live here?"

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Alan shook his head as he switched the kettle on for coffee, "The previous tenant did but after I took the building over I couldn't sub-let it, no access to the flat apart from going through my shop...I just use the space to entertain now!"

I walked into the living room, it was quite well furnished for an unused flat, Alan came in behind me, "Milk and sugar...or, if you prefer something different, I have white wine in the fridge or something stronger in here!"

He had a full wet bar in the room, I looked along the shelf of spirits, "White rum and Cola please!"

Alan made two alcoholic drinks, I'd chosen to sit on a comfortable chair opposite the sofa that I guessed that Alan had been hoping that I would have chosen to sit on with him.

Alan gave me a serious look, "Kitty, you do know that I wasn't joking earlier, don't you?"

"What about Alan?"

"That I know men who would pay you better than minimum wage, just for a kiss and cuddle!"

Well he had changed the scenario a little...on the bus it wasn't just a simple kiss and cuddle, it was a kiss, cuddle and stuff...he'd dropped the 'and stuff' but also the pay rate from 'Well over minimum hourly rate' to just, 'Above the minimum hourly rate'

"I was sure that you were just joking with me Alan, like you always do!"

A twenty pound note appeared on the table, "I'll give you that if you come over here and sit on my knee for an hour, just a kiss and cuddle!"

"Just a kiss and cuddle but no touching?"

He looked disappointed, "If you were having a cuddle with your boyfriend, he would expect a little freedoms to touch...tell you what, let me touch you through your clothes...okay?"

I thought, 'Twenty quid for a snog and first and second base...sounds like gold for nothing to me! I nodded my head, "Okay but first and second base only!"

I took a large swallow from my cocktail as I crossed the room to sit across his lap, I wrapped my arms around his neck and we started kissing, his free hand went straight to my breasts and he was fondling from one to the other for around thirty minutes as we kissed.

His hand slipped from my breasts to my lap and he pulled the hem of my dress up. I stopped him, "Outside my clothes only Alan!"

"Outside your knickers but under your dress!"

I thought about it for a few seconds, then I nodded my head and let him carry on touching me through my knickers.

At forty-five minutes, he started rocking back and forth, rubbing my bum over his cock through our clothes. At the hour mark I told him that his time was up and jumped off of his knee.

He ran for the toilet and I followed him out into the hall, the toilet door was still open, he'd dropped his trousers and underpants and was standing in front of the toilet masturbating himself. He saw me watching over his shoulder and groaned as he shot the toilet bowl with his spunk.

I left him to finish cleaning himself, and returned to the living room to finish my drink.

When he returned to the living room, he apologized for masturbating with the bathroom door open, I picked the twenty pound note off of the coffee table and tried to give him it back, "I don't need paying...that was fun for me as well as you!"

He almost forced me to keep the money, he thought that an hour of my time was well worth twenty quid!

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We walked to the bus together and we sat as far as possible from other passengers, right at the back of the bus.

"Now that we're really good friends Kitty, how many boys have actually screwed you?"

I know that I had an embarrassed look on my face, even after snogging with Alan for an hour, having him rubbing his hands over my tits through my dress and bra and rubbing my pussy through my knickers and my watching him wanking himself off, I still felt a little uncomfortable talking to him about sex.

In the end I said, "Ten boys from school"

Alan let out a whistle, "Ten boys and you're only just over fourteen years old...mind you, Elle must have had the same number!"

I thought, 'Same number...same boys...apart from Nicos, I didn't do it with him, when Elle let Nicos screw her, I was in bed with...Paul Gamble, God, I remembered his name right out of the blue!'

"And, how many of the ten boys got to do you the Greek way?"

"You mean anal sex?"

He nodded his head.

"All of them, one hole for the safe times of the month and the other for danger periods!"

He looked impressed with my answer, "You've seen my cock, could you take that up your bum?"

"It'd probably hurt a little but I would think I could take it!"

Alan groaned a little, "God, I've been asking my misses to let me do her arse but she won't, she tells me to pay a street walker every time I ask her...how much would you want to let me do you that way?"

My mind flashed up 'Panic!' but I said, "Erm...fifty quid I guess!"

I thought that fifty quid would definitely be much too high a price for something I readily gave away for free to almost anyone I met and that I'd be safe from him ever asking me to let him fuck my arse ever again.

Alan's phone pinged like it had on the way into work, he looked at its screen, chuckled and then he turned the screen towards me so that I could read it.

'John Porter - Alan, about this morning's business idea, if you ever do employ a girl to let men pay her by the hour for kissing and cuddling, ask her how much it would cost me for a blow-job, I've never had one in my life before!"

I was more than a little shocked at that message, "Is that message from my dad?"

Alan nodded his head and grinned at me as he typed a reply back to the Northants Players Forum, 'First...I need to find a girl who is sexually active and looking for a job, then I need to groom her, get her hooked on the idea...look, lots of you men have daughters out there who are looking for a fun part time job...send them to my office and I'll see what I can do with them!'

"Let's see if your dad suggests that you try for a job in my office when you get home?"

The bus stopped short of the left turn into our village, Gavin Preston was trying to make a right turn across the busy road, into his farm in his fifty year old tractor towing ten tons of hay bales. I looked into the car park that fishermen used when they were fishing on our stretch of the river, I could only see two cars parked there, a new Fiat 500 and an old Volvo 244 Estate.

"Isn't that your mothers Fiat Kitty?"

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I nodded my head.

"The Volvo's registration is 'TOM 244 B', that belongs to Tom Black!"

I nodded my head again, the Volvo had been parked in the gateway used by the council to get access to the river, the car had been reversed up to the gate so that most of it was hidden from the road, just the front peeping out.

As Alan and I looked, we saw Tom come out of a bush on the left hand side of his car by the rear passenger door, he looked all around and then he opened the back door and there was a flash of colour as something shot out of the wood and dived straight into the back of the Volvo.

I watched as Tom Black looked all around again, his face was split in two by a massive grin as he slipped into the back of the car as well.

Alan said, "Could that have been your mother getting into Tom Black's car with him?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "No idea, it could have been her but she's supposed to be on shift at work until six o'clock tonight."

The look of a horny schoolboy swept over Alan's face as he said, "We could always jump off the bus here and go and see if it is her...and if it isn't, we get to watch Tom Black screwing some other frustrated local housewife in the back of his car, so it's a win/win situation!"

We acted like a couple of kids as we ran down the length of the bus, shouting for the driver to let us get off the bus, even though it wasn't a recognised bus stop.

Once in the car park, we ran straight for my mother's car, Alan knew that her car was parked by a pathway into Preston's Wood, leading down to the river, he also knew where the crossway was that would lead us to the side of Tom's car so that we could get up close without being spotted.

This certainly wasn't Alan's first time walking the hidden paths through Preston's Wood at the side of the river, he knew exactly the right place to lift a branch to open the door into the first path, we walked into a large void that was strewn with used condoms, torn condom wrappers, condom boxes and wet tissues.

Alan pointed to a path, "That path zigs and zags but it is the path to the side of Tom's car."

From five feet away I knew that it was definitely my mother groaning and verbalising through her orgasm. The back seats in the Volvo were folded down, making a six foot long by four feet wide bed for my mum and Tom to fuck on.

They were totally naked as they rutted together, Alan whispered in my ear, "Would you like to help me out with this little problem Kitty darling?"

I looked down as my mother stopped verbalising, she'd stopped Tom bouncing up and down on top of her too. Alan's trousers were wide open and he was sporting an erection again.

Mum said, "Shhhhh, someone's outside!"

Tom shook my mother's restraining hand away, "It's probably Alan Green, I saw him on the bus as you got in my car and he was definitely looking in this direction as you jumped in."

My mother's face looked thoughtful for a moment and then she said, if it's Alan, he won't tell John...I may have to give him a little fun next week sometime before I start the fertile part of my cycle!"

Mum and Tom started fucking again, Alan tapped my arm and when I looked at him, he gestured with his head towards his exposed cock and whispered "Please!"

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I was standing in a bush watching my mother being screwed by one of the area's biggest lotharios and now my hand was on my best friend's father's dick as I rubbed him off...the devil in me made me point his dick in the direction of the Volvo's window as his body jerked through his orgasm, the first, most powerful jet actually did hit the glass but not where I was aiming, it splashed down harmlessly in the bottom right hand corner of the glass, 'He's just not trying' flashed through my mind.

Fortunately, I had a travel pack of tissues in my shoulder bag so I could clean my hand and wrist and while I was cleaning his cock, my mother twisted her upper body and she started to suck Tom Black's cock for him, she was trying to finish him off in her mouth, rather than letting him dump his cum in her pussy.

Alan pressed his lips against my ear and whispered, "Well, your mother seems to like sucking cocks...so why is your father moaning about her not sucking his cock?"

Tom was groaning through his orgasm and my mother was swallowing his load greedily. I knew that they were at their end game and would be leaving Tom's car any moment so I started to back away from the side of the car and Alan followed me. We walked through Preston's Wood to the river and took the river path back to the village. We were discussing my mother's infidelity as we walked along.

Alan stopped and brought me to a halt too, "How did you know that it was definitely your mother in the car long before you could see her?"

"I've heard my mother making similar sounds in the middle of the night a few times in bed with my father."

"A few times?"

"Like...say...Christmas Eve, New Years Eve, St. Valentine's Day, mums birthday, their wedding anniversary and dad's birthday!"

"So, something like six times a year...I want sex six times a week but my wife is like your mum and dad, she thinks that we should only do it six times a year, if I ask her for more, she just tells me that's what whores are for...to look after a man's excesses!"

His mobile phone chose that moment to ring, he looked at the screen and pressed his index finger to his lips to tell me to stop talking, I looked at his phone's screen and saw my mother's photograph filling his screen and the literal, 'Victoria Porter calling'.

"Hi Vicky...long time no hear!"

I watched Alan press the speaker phone button, "Alan, I trust that I can count on your discretion..."

"What for Vicky?"

Alan smiled at me while he waited for my mother to think about his question, "Erm...you saw something that most of John's friends would rush to tell him."

"Vicky...can I ask you something personal?"

"Sure!"

"Do you refuse to suck John's cock for him?"

"No, John has never asked me to suck his cock...he's very old fashioned, he believes that a wife is there to help him to make his babies, cook for him, clean for him and comfort him in his bed, at night, in the dark...so, is that what you want from me, a blow-job? I'm willing to offer you much more for your continued silence!"

"I wasn't fishing for a blow-job Vicky, I saw a post from John on the Players Forum earlier today, he was complaining that he'd never had a blow-job before and he was asking for help to find a girl who would be willing to suck his cock for him!"

My mother laughed, "John's too much of a gentleman to even go looking for his own whore...I'll have to talk to him about it."

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"So, what exactly were you willing to offer me to stop me telling John about you and Tom Black then Vicky?"

"What is it that you want to do but Anne isn't willing to let you do to her?"

"I want to try anal sex with her but she always refuses me!"

"Okay, anal sex it is, how about Monday morning, will your office be quiet enough for you to slip away for an hour?"

Alan laughed, "The way work is at the moment, I could probably nip out for eight hours and not miss anything!"

Alan closed the call from my mother and as soon as I was sure that she was gone I said, "Good thing that Tom Black didn't recognise me sitting next to you on the bus!"

Alan laughed again, "When he told your mother that it was probably me watching them fucking in the back of his car, he was looking straight at you...he knew that you were there watching your mother performing like a whore but he also knew that if she thought it was me watching them, she would be okay with that but if there was even a hint that you were there, she would have freaked out and that would be the end of his fun!"

When I got home, I went in through the back door, through the kitchen and then I popped my head into the living room, my father was sitting in front of the TV half watching the football and half concentrating on his mobile phone. I asked him if he would like a cup of tea or coffee. As soon as I spoke, he pulled his telephone against his stomach so that I couldn't see the screen, my father was one of the few people who understood just how sharp my eyesight was and even though he had hidden his screen from me, I still saw the banner across the top of his screen said that he was on the 'Northants Players Forum' before he blocked the screen from me. I didn't need to make him a coffee because he had only just made one for himself so I went to our home office to use my computer.

I did a Google search for 'Northants Players Forum' but it was well hidden, it was about twenty screens from the front of the search results and at around ten results per page, it was around the two hundredth result found by Google's Spiders.

I opened the site and the door was slammed shut in my face, a banner across the page proclaiming that the site wasn't open to guests or visitors, if I wanted to look in on what my father and his friends were doing on line, I'd have to join, become a member...so I clicked on the create an account button.

I was asked for my name, email address and a memorable password on the first page. If I logged in with my own email address, my father would probably recognise it and stop playing with his little friends so I created a new email account just for the forum.

I just put 'K' in the first name and I used 'Carter', rather than 'Porter' in the last name, popped my new email address and I used the Password, 'K1tty P012t3r' for my password. A few seconds later a profile page opened up, the first line of the profile was a series of radio buttons, 'Male', 'Female', 'Prefer not to say'.

I pressed the 'Female' button and something changed...a lesser human wouldn't have spotted anything change but my radioactive enhanced eyesight spotted the subtle change, I watched the sites URL address line and I pressed the 'Male' radio button, this time I spotted the change in the address, there was a capital 'F' that changed to an 'M' in the middle of the address. 'Suspicious!'

The second line asked for my age, just a rolling number field for me to chose my number from the long list from 13 to 100, I stopped at 40.

The third line had 'Married', 'Single', 'Separated', 'Divorced', and 'Widowed' buttons so I chose 'Married' as my option.

The fourth line asked if I had any children, again a simple number field from 1 to 20 and after 20, it had 'More than 20', I selected 2.

As soon as I chose the 2, I was presented with two more profile boxes, one for each child that I'd need to fill in before I could continue on to the forum page.

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Now...I was definitely IT savvy, I was always telling my friends that whenever they were being asked to fill in personal details that they should ask themselves, 'Why are they asking for it?' 'Do they really need it?' and if you're not sure, just lie, if someone is trying to gather personal information to set up some kind of scam, then incorrect information was better for you than telling the scammers the truth. I asked myself the question, 'Why would a group of horney men want to know about a members children...I said that I had two girls, gave them fake names and said that one was fifteen years of age and the other ten.

I was welcomed into the forum and because it was a forum and not a chat room, the messages were all still there, I found my father's posting asking Alan Green if he could get a girl to give him a blow-job as well as the picture that Alan had taken of me at eight o'clock that morning on the bus...he had been quick and had managed to show the gusset of my knickers as well as my cleavage in the same picture, I read about a hundred message exchanges between members after Alan had closed his connection, they were taking bets that Alan would 'nail that bitch' by the end of the day.

There were lots of messages to my father too, they were asking him if my mother had refused to suck his cock and in the end, he had to admit that he had never asked her to, the general advice from his friends were, "Ask Vicky if she will...if she refuses, at least you won't be any worse off!"

Looking back in the forum's history, I spotted several postings from men telling their friends exactly what their wives liked, there seemed to be almost a market place in men helping other men to actively seduce their own wife and then the next day, the other man would report how successful he had been in seducing the first man's wife...or not, more often not.

I looked for a posting from my father about my mother, or a posting from another man to my father about his own wife, my dad never seemed to take part in that particular part of the game.

I heard the hairdryer sized motor outside the office window in front of me and looked out at my mother's car shuddering to a stop.

I listened at the office doorway as my mother walked into the living room. I heard them kiss and that was a little unusual...they didn't...not...kiss at all, just kissed very infrequently. Looked down the passageway, mum was sitting on my father's knee, she was whispering something in his ear, his face got a very shocked look on it, then a stunned look and then a look of surprise and the last look was a broad grin. Mum pushed herself up onto her feet and said, give me five minutes to take a shower and come up to our bedroom and I'll sort out that little issue!"

As my mother walked to the stairs, she called out, "Kitty, peel the potatoes for dinner please, put them on the stove and watch them to make sure that they don't boil over!"

"Okay mummy dear!"

"Don't take the piss Kitty, remember, you'll be asking me for money to go to the cinema tomorrow!"

"Yes mum...sorry mum!"

There was a ping from behind me, I looked at the new message, it was a message from my father to the group, 'John Porter - I don't know who it was that phoned my wife and told her that I was desperate for a blow-job but I'd like to thank you very much, I'm about to get my first ever blow job and I'm very grateful!'

That brought a smile to my face and that smile broadened when my mother called down, "John, I'm out of the shower now!"

I was just about to close my connection to the internet when a private message pinged onto my screen from Tom Black.

'What's your first name 'K'?'

I thought quickly, 'Ken.'

'Hi Ken, we'd all love to see a picture of you, Anna and especially Clare.'

Clare was the fictitious name that I'd given to my ten year old daughter.

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'I'm always wary of posting photographs of my family on line!'

'You'll find that we're a very friendly bunch in here...the software package running the forum detects your isp's address and only allows people to join who are within fifteen miles of Kettering so we're a very safe community...here's a picture of my wife and daughter.'

There was a low resolution of a beach photograph of me and my mother that my dad must have posted after last summer's holiday. Tom started to ask me a barrage of questions about my mythical daughters, he was searching for information about them that might help him to seduce them if he ever met them.

I was going to call Tom a liar but instead I closed the chat down and went to cook the potatoes for dinner.

I stopped at the bottom of the stairs and listened, I'd never known them having sex in the day before and I guessed from the fact that it was only my father baying at the moon, my mother must have had her mouth full.

I knew that today's dinner would be bangers, mashed potatoes, peas and onion gravy so, while I peeled the potatoes, I put the oven on to cook the sausages and caramelise one large onion, country cut so that it remained chunky even after it had been made into the gravy.

I was mashing the potatoes as mum and dad came down from their bedroom and mum took over the mashing, I looked at her as she was pounding the masher into the saucepan, her whole body shook, she was wearing a summer dress and nothing else, her body looked like it was having a lot of fun inside her dress from the way it shimmied and wobbled. Dad was wearing beige chinos and a black polo shirt with no vest under it...that was daring for my father, he was a confirmed, underpants and vest at all times kind of a man.

Because I had cooked the dinner, mum washed the pots and while she was in the kitchen up to her elbows in soap suds, dad was back on his phone bragging to his friends on the forum about his great fortune that afternoon.

I was on my computer signing into the forum again. I spotted a general message to the forum from Tom Black, 'There's a new guy on the list, his handle is 'K Carter', first name is Ken, he has two daughters that are the perfect age but he seems reluctant to show them or even talk about them...I sent him John Porter's beach picture of Kitty and Vicky in their bikinis and he logged off so tread carefully around him!'

I opened my father's message thread, 'Great...my first ever blow-job and I loved it...even got talking to Vicky about fantasies and she wants to try walking in a public place in the nude...we don't have any condoms so if you happen to be out walking in Preston's Wood this evening, make sure that you have a condom in your pocket, just in case she wants to go further...'

Fortunately I heard the footsteps from the hall outside the office door and was on my school's homework site by the time that my mother was standing behind me wiping her hands on a towel, "Doing your homework darling?"

"Just checking what's left to do before Monday!"

"I'm going out for a walk with your father...we shouldn't be late but make sure that you're in bed by nine-thirty and don't open the door to anyone...for any reason!"

I got a kiss on my forehead from my mother and she swished her tail and left the room. I flicked my screen back to the forum, I had a bright idea and did a thread search on the word 'Kitty', I saw messages from lots of men asking my dad very personal details about me. There seemed to be lots of threads asking my father all about my likes and dislikes and my father was giving men a detailed list of things that might help them to seduce me and reading the men's names made sense of things that had been happening to me for the past year, interest seemed to have come to the fore from around the time that I'd started to grow my breasts and for the past year, men had been openly flirting with me whenever they saw me out and about on my own.

I heard the back door close and mum locked it, locking me in the house and strangers out. I patted the pocket of my father's jacket, his bunch of keys were in the pocket because my dad was wearing quite tight trousers and a polo shirt, there was no room for his big bunch of keys unless he took his jacket with him and it was too warm to go out walking with a jacket on.

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I stood in the living room window, watching my mum and dad walking towards the river and the path to Preston's Wood. I wouldn't be able to follow them along the river path, that route would be too open, they would be able to see me for miles so I would have to take the much longer route to the wood along the road, I would have to jog all the way but fortunately for me, my mother and father were walking slowly talking and laughing with each other.

As soon as I felt it was safe, I dropped my father's bunch of keys into my shoulder bag and ran from the house along the roads.

From the gateway that Tom Black had parked in, I saw my parents about a quarter of a mile away from the woods walking slowly along the side of the river.

I heard a car slowing out on the main road, I slipped into the path where Alan Green and I had stood to watch my mother and Tom Black fucking, just as the car entered the car park I had my fingers crossed that the driver hadn't seen me as I slipped onto the path.

The driver walked past me, I knew him, he was Paul, the local window cleaner, he walked past me, just inches away but he didn't look in my direction, he just walked straight for the gate and climbed over it, I watched as he walked directly to my mum and dad out on the river bank, they spoke for a few moments and then all three of them set off towards the wooded area again. I watched three other cars pulling into the car park, I recognised all three of the drivers, all local men who were on nodding terms with my family.

While the window cleaner had marched right up to my parents, the other three men just sauntered into the wood, fanning out on the various paths, fortunately for me, not the path that I was on.

I stalked the three men as best as I could through the wood, I saw my mother enter the wood while my father stood talking with the window cleaner on the river bank. Mum removed her dress by the third footstep into the wood and she left it hanging over a branch while she walked up and down the various pathways inside the wood totally naked, I really had to be on my toes to avoid my mother or one of the three men bumping into me.

For the first thirty minutes the three men just stood and watched my mother walking around the paths in the nude and over the thirty minutes, she got closer and closer to the men. My dad picked her dress off of the branch and walked over to my mother carrying it. When she saw him carrying her dress, she looked very worried, I guessed that she was worried that she'd gone too far.

My dad kissed my mum and then he said, Paul knows a great place, it's a little closer to the car park but a much better place than here!"

I remained hidden until all six of them had relocated to a massive void that was strewn with used condoms, tissues, condom boxes and the discarded silver foil wrappers that once held condoms. The five men stood in a rough circle and my mother walked past all of them and when she reached my father, he stopped her and he kissed her as he rubbed his hands all over her tits. Mum then walked to Paul, standing on my father's right, Paul stopped her just like my father had done and he kissed her and fondled her tits and it took thirty minutes for my mother to get all around the circle and back to my father doing that with all the rest of the men.

When she reached my father again, he opened his trousers and placed her hand on his cock. They performed mutual masturbation on each other for ten minutes and then my dad sent her off to Paul for the same thing to happen again. Another thirty minute round and when she reached my dad again, he pulled her into a stoop and fed his cock into her mouth, he gestured to Paul to join the party, Paul moved in behind my mother, squatted down behind her and started to lick her cunt from behind and as he licked her, he rolled a condom down his cock and he stood up behind my mother and he slipped his cock into her cunt from behind.

I heard a sound like trickling water coming from the direction of the car park and as I looked in that direction, I saw the flash of a car's headlights being turned off. I left the scene of my mother with a cock in her mouth and one in her cunt and I ran to the outer edge of the wood.

I found the branch that, when lifted, opened the door to the car park from the woods, I only had to twitch the branch a little to spot the latest addition to Northamptonshire constabulary's fleet, a battery powered police car for sneaking up on criminals without them knowing they were there.

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I listened in on the conversation between the two policemen in the car, "...that's another one, the owner of the Ford lives within a mile of us as well, looks like a classic case of dogging to me!"

The other copper said, "Oh well, we'd better be getting amongst them then!"

I ran past the clearing where my mum, dad and their playmates were all standing and as I passed I called out, "Police!" in a growled whisper intended to resonate around the little clearing but not reach the two police officers. Mum and dad didn't hear me over the sound of her being fucked by Paul but fortunately one of the onlookers did hear me and he stopped the action and gave them all a chance to get dressed properly and disperse before the police officers reached the clearing.

I ran the zigzag path and burst out of the wood at the side of the gate, I ran full pelt across the car park and out onto the main road. I saw the police shepherding the five men and one woman out into the car park just before I was clear of the view of anyone who happened to be looking from the eight person group in my direction, I ran all the way home, let myself in the house by the front door and did a basketball style slam-dunk with my father's keys into his jacket pocket hanging up in the hall just as my mum and dad walked in through the back door.

I checked my wrist watch, it was nine o'clock so I wandered into the kitchen and asked my mum and dad if they would like me to make them a hot drink. They were giggling like school kids, they looked at each other and declined my offer, mum said, "I think we need an early night darling but thanks for the offer!"

I went to bed just ahead of my mum and dad, they were fucking before I managed to get to sleep and they were still fucking two hours later. At eleven o'clock my dad went down to the kitchen to make them both a cup of coffee to replace some of the fluids they'd lost through sweating for the past two hours. I used the pause in fucking to get to sleep as quickly as I could before my dad got back to bed.

I was up early on Sunday morning and I must have disturbed my parents when I used the toilet because they were fucking all over again before I got into the kitchen to do my breakfast. I spotted a letter sticking out of my mother's handbag, the letter was from her employers at Kettering House Care Home, it was informing her that they were giving her thirteen weeks notice of her employment being terminated and explaining to her that she could reapply for another job in the home but at a reduced pay rate, reduced holidays and increased number of hours per shift. My mother didn't get a great hourly rate as it was but the new offer would be at absolutely minimum wage and a forty-eight hour week rather than a forty hour week and she would only get three weeks holiday a year rather than the six weeks holiday she had at the moment.

I couldn't be sure of the maths involved but at a guess, my mother would be twenty percent worse off over the year.

I turned the TV on and the news was showing a repeating news item from Kettering, the cameraman was standing outside a building I knew very well, it was Kettering House Care Home, the reporter read out the same letter that I'd just read in my mother's hand bag, "...and after receiving this letter from the CEO of the company, the staff walked out en-mass every one of them resigned and left the residents of the home without any staff to look after them. The CEO told me earlier today that he and all the other members of the board of directors as well as their family had to step in to look after the residents and they have managed to call in a few agency staff but the Quality Care Commission have stepped in to ensued that the residents are being properly looked after during this difficult time. And if the managing company can't supply a full staff roster very soon, the QCC may be forced to close the care home and move the one hundred residents to other care homes in the area."

I thought, 'Shit, my mother will be looking for work now, just like me!' Mind you, there were a dozen care homes in the area and they were always looking for new staff and my mother was very well qualified so would be able to get a reasonable job in any one of them so she shouldn't be unemployed for long.

Sunday lunch was very late, they woke at eleven o'clock, their usual time on a Sunday when my mother was on a day off work but instead of coming down to the kitchen to cook lunch, they had a ninety minute fuck instead of leaving their bedroom.

Monday afternoon mum and dad were in a whispered conversation, as part of my mother's profession, she was constantly undergoing training to keep her qualifications up to scratch, I heard my mother say, "Well, my old boss has already told my tutors that they won't be paying the course fees for my grief counselling course after this week...I'm thinking of paying for myself but changing the course from grief counselling to sex therapist, it seems that the area is desperate for that kind of therapy!"

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Dad was just worried about keeping a roof over our heads, we'd moved into a house that had stretched both of my parent's ability to pay when times were good but after Covid and the financial turmoil that caused, they were struggling and now that my mother had been threatened with a twenty percent pay cut, they just wouldn't be able to pay the mortgage and that was why my mother had resigned, like all of the rest of the workers at her care home.

Mum whispered her idea for how she was going to pay for her training course as well as the mortgage, I saw a big beaming smile cross my father's face and he jumped into action, he was making a phone call as he walked out of the house, I managed to hear, "Alan...about that new business idea that you had..."

On Monday morning, Elle Green was waiting at the bus stop for me with a present in her hand, she handed the box to me and I said, "Awwww! And I didn't get you anything Elle!"

"It isn't from me Kitty, my dad asked me to give you this...erm...Kitty, why is my father giving you his old cell phone?"

I shook my head, "I have no idea Elle...he was on the bus with me yesterday when I was on a job hunt, perhaps he thought that a phone would be useful to me in my job hunt!"

We sat at the back of the bus into Kettering and I opened the box, there was a note in the box on the top of the phone, 'I've put a pay-as-you-go sim card in the phone with ten pounds credit on it...when you're on your own, ring me, my phone number is in the contacts list...Alan.'

I called Alan, he greeted me with a very exuberant "Hello darling, I wasn't expecting you to call me quite so early!"

I was holding the phone against my left ear and Elle had her head next to mine so that she could hear her father as he was talking to me.

We passed a few pleasantries and then he said, "The reason that I wanted to talk to you is...I have a very good friend who would like to spend an hour with you after school this evening, he'll be in my office at four o'clock to see you!"

I gave Elle a sideways look, "Alan, does he understand the rules...twenty pounds for a kiss and a cuddle and limited to first and second base only?"

"He'd like more but it is up to you...so, if you like what you see when you meet him, if you take him up to the living room, it will be twenty quid for first and second base only, if you take him to the back bedroom, he'll pay you thirty pounds for you both to get naked, he'll go to third and fourth base but he won't try to fuck you but if you take him into the front bedroom, he'll give you forty pounds for full sex with a condom...I'll leave it entirely up to you!"

Elle had to cover her mouth so that her gasp didn't make it to the microphone of my new phone, as soon as I hung up, she gasped, "Kitty...you're going to be a whore!"

I nodded my head, "I already am, your dad paid me twenty pounds on Saturday for a kiss, cuddle and a fumble outside my clothes."

It played on my mind all day, I would only have an hour after school, I'd be able to look after just one man...the thing that kept running through my head was twenty pounds a day, thirty pounds a day or forty pounds a day, if I could only see one man before my parents expected me home, I may as well maximise my earnings potential so my mind was made up before I left school, I was going to take Alan's friend into the front bedroom, no matter how ugly he was.

I left Elle sitting in a café drinking a milk shake while I went to see her father at his travel agent's shop. The man waiting to see me was forty-something, greying hair, salt and pepper moustache, very fit looking and well dressed. Alan told me that his name was John but I had very little confidence in that name. I led the way and he followed me closely, very closely, I could feel his hot breath on the backs of my legs as we climbed the stairs.

When we reached the landing on the first floor, I gestured to the three doors, "Take your pick!"

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He looked confused, "Erm, Alan told me that you would probably only let me take you into the living room!"

I shook my head, "On Saturday I hadn't really thought about it properly, I told Alan all that I'd do with him was kiss, cuddle and let him go to first and second base, he is after all my best friend's father!"

John pointed to the front bedroom door, I'd really like to take you in there please."

I nodded my head and I opened the front bedroom door. The smell that hit me was overpowering and a name jumped into my head, 'Mother'. The smell in the bedroom was exactly the same as my mum and dad's bedroom on Sunday morning after they'd had sex about ten times in fifteen hours but mainly of my mother's perfume.

I looked in the bin at the side of the bed, it was half full of tissues but I could see the pink skins of around ten condoms and the table above the bin had an industrial box of condoms, a one hundred bulk box with the top inch missing.

I dropped my satchel on the floor behind the bedroom door as he popped four ten pound notes under the box of condoms. I turned to face John, we kissed and he started to pull my school tie open, I did the same to his tie, we had a button race...or rather an unbutton race, I had his shirt off first and pushed it to the floor behind him, he fumbled the ball when he tried to unfasten my bra so I had to step in and do it for him, when he saw my breasts he said they looked fantastic and he nuzzled into both of them while I worked on the belt and zipper of his trousers. We were both naked in two minutes flat and we fell on the bed together. He fingered me to feel how wet I was inside, I rubbed his cock to make sure that he was fully hard before I rolled the condom down the length of his cock.

I lay in the middle of the bed and I opened my legs for him to climb on top of me.

We kissed and cuddled as we fucked, he gave me an orgasm, he could tell that it was a genuine climax, apparently a few whores faked an orgasm to get the men excited more quickly but he could spot that.

He filled his condom by roughly the thirtieth minute of his hour and he rolled off of me, I asked him if he'd like me to try to get him hard again but he thanked me for my time and my body. He dressed quickly, I didn't bother dressing, I'd assumed that Alan would want his anal sex with me before I went home, especially as I still had thirty minutes of my time paid for by John. My new phone rang, "I have another friend here with me in the shop, will you have time to look after him as well as you finished John off so quickly?"

"Yes, send him up to the front bedroom!"

"Good girl Kitty!"

Man number two was quite ugly, overweight and definitely no catch, I just closed my eyes and let him hump me, I did let him kiss me though which apparently was very unusual for whores to do. He hadn't bothered to undress, just pulled his trousers and pants down, paid me his forty pounds and climbed on top of me.

He only took twenty minutes to get me off and as I climaxed, he followed me down that path a moment or two after.

I was dressed and back in the shop with Alan at the one hour mark after entering it.

I kissed Alan and left him trying to sell a holiday to an elderly woman. I collected Elle, her first question was, "Did you do both men?"

I nodded my head.

"How much did you make?"

"Eighty pounds!"

"That's crazy, I have to work all day on Saturday and two nights in the week for that kind of money and I have to pay tax on that too."

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I got home before my mother because she had gone into see her night school tutor on her way home. Mum handed her pay over to my dad and he counted it, "Four hundred pounds in one day...that's a whole weeks pay from the care home...no, better than a whole weeks pay before tax...just for one day's work...at this rate, we'll be able to pay off the mortgage, pay for your therapy room to be built in the back garden and pay your school fees too in no time at all!"

I was left to look after dinner as it cooked while my mum and dad went to bed for thirty minutes for yet another fuck, in just one weekend, they had gone from eight fucks a year to several fucks a day...no wonder my father was looking so happy.

Mum returned to the kitchen while my dad went into the shower, she looked like she was having difficulty bringing something up.

"Erm Kitty, are you still a virgin?"

I would usually have lied to my mother or father about my sex life but I shook my head.

"When did you lose it?"

On the last day of primary school, Mark and John Finch..."

My mother butted in with, "The twins?"

I nodded my head, "...they were going to Bedford for their secondary school, so on their last day at primary school, the kisses and cuddles to say good bye to them turned into something more and I ended up letting them both have sex with me!"

Mum looked thoughtful for a moment, "I remember them, they were very good looking boys."

I nodded my head again.

"So, you were only...what...ten years old when the twins left the area?"

I nodded my head again.

"I'm assuming that you realised by now that since I stopped working at the care home, I've started working as a prostitute to pay for my degree as a therapist and cover all of our bills as well as having my therapy clinic built in the back garden!"

I nodded my head, "There aren't many ways a woman around here can earn four hundred pounds a day tax free!"

Her time to nod her head this time, "I actually earned more, I paid my month's tuition at night school from my earnings as well."

I looked into the saucepan and gave the sauce a stir

"So Kitty, how many boys have you had sex with in the last four years then?"

I thought about it for a moment, should I try to remember exactly how many boys I'd let fuck me since Mark and John Finch, "Can I just say a few?"

Mum gave me a sideways look, "A few...or, quite a few?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "Somewhere between a few and quite a few!"

"And men, have you let any men fuck you?"

I nodded my head.

"Who?"

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"I didn't know them, just strangers really."

"So, you don't really care if a stranger wants to have sex with you, you'll just let him?"

"I guess so."

"The thing is, one of the men that I...erm...serviced today asked me if I could find a young girl to play mum and daughter with me next week, he's willing to pay a premium price if we can make him really believe that we are mother and daughter so I asked around to see if there are any young working girls that I could team up with and I was told to ask you. So would you be willing to team up with me for a customer next week?"

I nodded my head.

My mother looked a little shocked, "You didn't even give that a second thought, you just said yes!"

"Well, I like sex and I don't really mind who I have sex with and if you can earn a little money from me having a little fun, then I'm all up for that!"

And that's how our new family business was born. Once we had a few thousand pounds in the bank, we started construction of a larger clinic than my mum had planned for her sex therapy business, we had two treatments rooms constructed in the back garden, one for her to do the serious business of sex therapy combined with working as a whore and the other for me to be a part time whore.

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