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First published: 25 July 2014

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Tails, a Force For Good or Bad?
by Isabella

Story Code: M/g, b/g, M/F, g/g, Mb/g, Under Age, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism

My daughter Victoria was doing her homework in my study, nothing unusual at all about that, she did her homework every day after school but what was unusual was that after three hours she was still in there. It was the first time I could remember having to stop her working on her school work to send her off to bed.

I called out from the living room to tell her it was time for her to go up and take her bath before bed. I didn't hear any movement from my study for a while so I went through to chivvy her on a little. Victoria was making another deviation from the norm; she had turned my PC off, something that we never normally did because it took so long to start back up again.

When Vicky realised I was standing behind her she pulled the USB memory stick from the computer and tried to slip it into her pocket.

"What's that?"

"Just a memory stick I borrowed from Tom Cook, I'm doing a project with him and I needed to add my files so we can present our work at school tomorrow."

Well, I wasn't usually the suspicious mother or anything like that but, the local schools had a very strict rule that only memory sticks purchased from the school could be used in the school's computers. The official flash drives were all bright red so that they would stand out easily when the kids were using them, the USB drive that she was trying to hide from me was a blue one. Vicky slipped the memory stick into her cardigan's pocket as she stood up to leave the study. I was so certain that she was up to no good that I stopped her and told her to leave the memory stick with her school books.

I could see that Vicky was trying to come up with a reasonable reason that she would need the drive in her bedroom but as the only PC in the house was in my office; my office was the best place to leave the stick. "Just put it with your books and that way, when you're in a big rush in the morning you won't have to go hunting through the mess in your bedroom to find it."

I switched my PC back on and followed Vicky up to the bathroom, I knocked on the door and walked in, Vicky tried to cover her collarbone with a washcloth as I was picking up her dirty clothes off of the floor while she sat in her bath, I realised that she was trying to hide something else from me and so I took the unusual step of going right up to her and pulling the cloth down. Three huge red bite marks were spaced out along the ridge of her collarbone, I shook my head, "You'd better make sure that your father doesn't see those, you're only twelve years old, he'd kill you if he did and then he'd go looking for the boy!"

I didn't deliberately look down there but love bites were usually only the result of passion or rather sex and with three such huge bite marks on a part of her body that would usually be well hidden, my eyes just flashed down to between her legs, not sure what I expected to see, a sign perhaps, something in flashing neon saying 'Open For Business' or something but what I did see was almost as bad. From the age of ten Vicky had started to show dark pubic hair and over the previous two years that covering of hair had grown and filled out, not to a full bush but certainly way more than I could see as I looked down through the water.

I didn't say anything about her denuded fanny area, what could I say, how do you ask a twelve year old girl why she had depilated her cunt mound, so I just tutted and walked out with her dirty washing. I collected all of the dirty washing from the bedrooms and took it all down to the laundry room.

I was still sorting out the washing when Vicky turned up at the laundry room door, she was dressed in just a thin night dress, virginal white, the only discolorations were the dark areola around her nipples and the bright red marks along her collarbone. We kissed good night and she went up to bed.

I went to my study, the blue memory stick was no longer sitting on top of Victoria's school books but before I went storming off up to her bedroom to challenge her I checked through her school bag, I found the memory stick in her pencil case. Usually I would go out of my way to preserve my daughter's right to privacy but there was just something about the way she had been acting and the few changes to her body that I had just noticed, I just popped the memory stick into my PC and started to look at the content.

Well, I say I started to look, every file was of an unknown type, even when I used notepad to try and look into a file all that I could see was a random collection of letters and special characters but nothing that made any sense to me. Then I thought of trying another tack, I'd take a look at the browser's log to see if I could spot where Victoria had been looking. The last entry in the log was from that morning when I was doing a little on-line shopping, so Vicky had been at my computer for three hours and hadn't opened her Facebook, her email service or the school's homework server, that just didn't make sense to me, then I checked the recently changed folder to see if she had used word, excel, publisher or one her the graphics programs, nothing, no changes other than the ones I'd made earlier in the day.

Something was wrong, there was no way that Victoria would have sat at my PC for three hours without touching it, and anyway, she had the USB stick plugged into it so she must have done something on my PC. I wondered if my daughter had somehow set my PC so that it had stopped recording things like web searches or changes to word documents. To test my theory I started a new word document and saved it, then I did a few random web searches, then I restarted my PC.

Something very strange happened, my PC started in a fraction of the time that it usually took to start up but when it did start up my usual windows desktop was nowhere in sight but I did notice that the USB stick was flashing like mad. Suddenly a message box opened up, a message from LovesLittleBaldCunts came on the screen, "Hi again sexy knickers, I thought you said that you were off to bed after you helped me to cum."

I didn't know for sure if the message was directed at my PC or not but when the second message came in; it was from DisgustingDaddy, "Hi Victoria, I'm glad you came back, I was late in and they told me that you had already left." A third message came in, LovesLittleBaldCunts, "I've just started to pass a file into your 'SexyBoys' folder, don't close down until it's finished."

I spotted a new message box at the top right hand side of the screen and it needed me to accept the file transfer. Don't ask me why I did it but I did accept the file, I think my reasoning was that on my PC, when I downloaded a file it left a box on the screen that you could double click to open the file or you could select the 'Open file location' option and that would show me where Vicky was keeping the pictures that LovesLittleBaldCunts was sending to her.

LovesLittleBaldCunts, "Are you there Vicky?" Well, LovesLittleBaldCunts was getting a little worried it seemed, probably because I hadn't responded to any of the messages that had come through, so I did a quick bit of ducking and diving, and typed my reply and selected send, then I read what I'd sent out on the screen. Vic-Tim_Looking_for_Perv, "Mum popping in and out, not safe to chat."

I was a little shocked at the name that was attached to my reply, obviously the name that Victoria had chosen for herself or someone had chosen for her, I didn't really know how this particular chat forum worked but I hoped that my quick message would hold off too many other questions coming my way.

Once the file had finished I did get an option to view the source folder so I clicked on it and to my surprise it was showing content on the USB drive, content that just five minutes earlier were unreadable. I could see from the chain of parent folders above the 'SexyBoys' folder that there were rather a lot of files and folders on the USB drive that didn't seem to be there before. The files were sorted in received date order so the latest file was at the top of the column, I was tempted to just open the file but I was intrigued to see when the earliest file of that folder had been received.

There were forty pictures in the 'SexyBoys' folder and the earliest file was received just two weeks earlier and received in the middle of the day when Victoria was at school, or when she was supposed to be at school. I made a mental note that I would have to check up with the school secretary to see if Victoria was actually at school on that day and at that time.

I slid up to the top of the page and opened the file that had just arrived; the picture opened very quickly and there on the screen, in glorious Technicolor was a thirteen year old boy, full frontal nude and standing well to attention. The picture viewer had the usual buttons for forward and back through the list of pictures so I pressed the next button a few times and eventually I had scrolled through all forty pictures. Forty photographs of young boys, the oldest was about sixteen at a guess and the youngest was around twelve.

The task bar at the foot of the screen was flashing away so I closed the picture viewer and found that the message screen was full of messages from ten or eleven men. I read through the messages, several were commenting on my pictures, or rather they were complimenting my daughter on her pictures. I was scanning through the screen to try and find where the messages were coming from, what program was running, it would be far better if I could close the chat room down or there was a danger of someone mentioning to Victoria that she was rude as she was online and not talking to anyone while she was actually in bed.

I finally closed the chat program but the messages remained on the screen for me to read through over and over again. If I had been in my right head I would have pulled the USB from my PC and put it under the wheel of my car and driven over it, rather than trying to work out how to stop my daughter finding out that I had found out what she was up to.

Suddenly I was drawn to the message congratulation Victoria on her pictures, her pictures, was that pictures that she had found on-line somewhere or, the other prospect didn't bare thinking about, pictures she had taken of herself!

The question was where would Victoria store the pictures that she has shared with the men in the chat room? I did a quick visual search of all of the folders and sub-folders I couldn't see any clues apart from the folder that just said 'Me' as its title. I opened the folder, the picture files were named Me1 to Me165 and they were presented in file name order.

Me1 was an old picture that her father had taken of her as a baby when I was bathing her, Me2 was a photograph of me and her, both of us totally naked and she was breastfeeding, that photograph came as a complete surprise to me, I could remember when Victoria was a baby, the middle of one of the few really hot summers and I often lounged on the sofa naked while I was feeding her but I couldn't remember my husband taking any photographs when I was doing it, I would have objected if I had seen him doing it.

Me3 was a photograph of Victoria in her school uniform and Me4 through to Me20 where photographs of her stripping off, totally naked. Wait a minute, I flicked back to Me4 and flicked rapidly through all seventeen. There was absolutely no way that Victoria could have used a static camera on a self-timer to take those pictures, someone had to be holding the camera and moving with her as she did her striptease. Then I started to backtrack again, I was trying to work out where Victoria had been when the photographs were taken. I thought it was her bedroom as it had a bed in it but then I realised that the posters on the walls were more the kind that a boy would have on his wall so she was naked in a boy's bedroom and it was probably that boy taking the photographs.

M21 had Victoria laying naked across the foot of the bed, M22 she had her legs wide open and M23 she had her fingers pulling either side of her labia major wide apart, giving the camera a perfect view up into her body. Again, something about the pictures was nagging at the back of my head, the picture was taken a week earlier and Vicky had a full head or rather a full cunt of hair, no, that wasn't it at all, Victoria was five foot two inches tall, if she had been laying across the foot of a standard single bed, there would have been two foot and two inches of overhang, if the bed had been a standard double there would have been eight inches too much Victoria hanging over the edge.

I flicked back and forth a few times, Vicky was definitely more than a foot shorter than the width of the bed, so it had to be a super-king sized bed and that made me look again at the pictures of her undressing. I had assumed that the bedroom was a boy's bedroom but when I rescaled things up to suit a bed that was twice as wide I realised that the bedroom had to be very much larger, if the house was on our estate it would have to be the master bedroom. I looked back through the pictures again and spotted the doorway at the back of the bedroom that would lead through to the en-suite, again, I rationalised that the bedroom window would also give me a clue, the executive detached houses like ours would have one large window in the middle of the wall and a smaller window on either side of the main one.

I soon found the picture showing the window, Victoria was standing in just her knickers in that photograph which was why I hadn't really taken much notice of the window. The house was definitely on our estate and I could see all three windows so it was a large executive house just like ours, that cut down the number of houses the pictures could have been taken in, down from three thousand to just thirty or forty houses.

I zoomed in on the main window, the curtains were open and it was full daylight outside the window, I zoomed in a little more and spotted a fox weathervane on the chimney of the house opposite, having seen the weathervane meant that I'd easily be able to find the house that Victoria had been photographed in, not that I had any idea what I'd do when I did find the house though.

M24 had Victoria peeling a banana, M25 she was sucking on the banana suggestively, M26 she was holding the banana against her labia. M27 and M28 showed Victoria pushing the banana up inside of her vagina. M29 and she was laying back on the bed with her hands under the back of her head, the banana was still in her cunt, the bright yellow skin that she'd left attached for her to hold was still there, like a strange hat on a dildo.

M30, Victoria was still lying in the same position but all of the banana skin had been removed and just an inch of the banana was still sticking out of her pussy. M31 and there was a bite mark in the end of the banana, the teeth marks were right up against Victoria's body. Don't ask me why but seeing the teeth marks so close to my daughter's body made a shiver run down my spine and something unusual for me, there was a tingling between my thighs that was begging for me to scratch it.

Before I had a chance to do anything to pacify my own body's needs the window of the study lit up, telegraphing my husband's arrival on the drive in his car. I had to stop looking through the photographs of my daughter; the last thing I wanted was for John to see what Victoria had been up too.

I served up John's dinner and we sat for an hour talking about our day, I went back to the study while John caught up with the news, I really wanted to see what my daughter had been up too but couldn't look while John was home so I started to look at a few other files to see if I could get any other clues about what was going on with my daughter. I spotted a text file called 'Spreading the message'.

The file explained how to make a copy of the Tails USB stick to pass on to a friend, the message said, "As you were given your copy of Tails for free by your friend, it is up to you to buy five blank USB sticks and create five new users on the Tails network, remember only to buy blue USB sticks with as much space on them as you can afford." There was also a complete guide to how to make a bootable copy of your own Tails drive that would include all of your saved data and favourites.

I had a brand new blank USB stick in my draw so I decided to make a clone of Victoria's disk, just in case Victoria took the disk to school and hide it there. While the drive was cloning itself I returned to the living room and offered John a drink, I gave him a double whisky and a splash of soda water.

The disk had finished cloning by the time I returned to the study. I restarted the PC, pulled Victoria's USB drive out and popped it back into her pencil case while the PC was coming back into life, once again it had opened with the Tails operating system, I checked that Victoria's files were all there, I didn't want to open any of the files, still worried that John might see something through the open doorway but I did check that all of the files that I was expecting to see were there and I remembered that M3 had a picture of Victoria in her school uniform so I opened that file and before it finished resolving on the screen I closed it again, I had seen Victoria's face so I was happy that the clone was a full copy of her disk.

I was still very turned on and after pressing the restart button again on my PC, pulling my USB and sticking it in my hand bag I went into the living room and sat at John's side on the sofa. I leaned against him and tucked my feet up under my bottom. I remembered the pictures that were at the start of Victoria's set, the picture of her in the bath I had seen before but not for a long time, I had thought it lost years ago, the picture of me breastfeeding her in the nude I didn't even know existed, I didn't even know that John had a Polaroid camera back then or even if he had risked taking the film into the chemists to be developed.

I watched the TV with John until the news finished and he had just drained the last of his whisky and soda from his glass, "What do you think of having an early night?" John looked thoughtful for a moment, as if he was trying to work out which of the special occasions he had forgotten, I had to admit that we had fallen, over the years, into the trap of just having sex on high days and holidays, no more than six times a year.

John slipped his arm over my shoulder and rubbed his hand down my side, he was checking if the 'early night' offer was because I was tired or if it was something more, he couldn't really be sure if I was making an overtly sexual offer unless he touched my body. Working on the premise that if I was tired I would reject his opening move and if I was willing, I would usually just stay still and let him rub his hand over my body through my clothes. A shiver ran through my body because for the first time in all of our married life I wasn't rejecting or laying still, I was actually turning my back towards my husband and stretching my legs out from under my bottom and along the seat of the sofa, ending up with my heels up on the armrest.

My movement made John check his roaming hand momentarily; my new position put his hand right on my upper right thigh rather than on my hip. When we first married and got our own place we often fooled around in the living room or kitchen, bathroom or even on the stairs, I didn't mind where we had sex, then Victoria came along and suddenly I was a strictly in the bedroom kind of woman. John had actually stopped even trying to get me interested in sex outside of the bedroom, on our six times a year, he would rub his hand up and down my hip, if I didn't stop him, he would take me up to the bedroom.

I had definitely gone off script by moving and now John didn't know what to do, how far to go or if he should just take me up to bed and do me before I changed my mind. He gently allowed his fingertips to cross from my right thigh to my left thigh, passing over my dress covered pussy mound reasonably quickly.

As I didn't respond in my usual way, to push his hand away from my more intimate area because we were in the wrong place, I could sense his confusion; it was like a solid entity, palpable. John moved his hand so his fingertips were resting on my pussy mound, a delay again, a little more pressure and then he was rubbing my pussy, still through my dress and knickers though. I still didn't push his hand away, in fact just to add to John's confusion, rather than stopping him, I let my legs part slightly.

I could almost hear "Well, in for a penny, in for a pound!" Running through John's head and he leaned into me slightly so that he could kiss the back of my neck and also reach further down my legs to where my dress ended and my bare legs began. John pinched the material of my dress between his thumb and index finger and pulled it as far up my body as he could. Unfortunately my dress was a little tight and it was trapped under my bottom and the backs of my legs so he only uncovered up to my knickers, just the gusset was visible.

John started to rub over my pussy with his fingertips again but this time there was only my knickers separating his flesh from my hairy pussy mound. John seemed to be enjoying his first access to my body outside of the bedroom in twelve years, so much so that he didn't seem in any hurry to take me up to bed. The hem of my dress slipped down a little, covering my knickers again and John pulled it back up and out of the way, as he pulled it up I lifted my bottom off of the seat and suddenly my dress was up so that the bottom of my bra was on show. I looked nervously at the window for the first time, the curtains weren't closed and although we did have a drive and garden in front of the house, people walking past in the street would be able to see us if they looked in.

John allowed his hand to slide down over my belly and when his fingertips reached the waistband of my knickers, instead of his fingers travelling over the top of my knickers he allowed his fingers to dip under the material and onto my hairy pussy mound. It took John just a few seconds to dig his way down to my clitoris and a few more seconds to have me gasping through my first orgasm.

Once John had gotten me off to my first orgasm he felt a little more secure and decided to go for gold, he turned himself so that he was face on to my back, he managed to contort his body so that his right leg slipped between my right side and the back of the sofa and then he pulled my dress off over my head. My bra followed shortly after my dress so now I was leaning back against him wearing just my knickers. As John started to roll my panties down I put my hands on top of his, "Turn the lights off first or close the curtains!"

John froze for a moment, then he whispered in my ear, "There's no one out there, this is my biggest fantasy, to fuck you naked in the living room, lights on and curtains open, don't spoil it now, don't get shy on me now that we're so close, please!"

He started to push my hands and my panties down again, I let his hands go and lifted my bottom again so he could push my knickers all the way off. My legs were pointing straight at the window, so anyone outside would have had a perfect view directly up into my body, especially when John pushed my legs apart before starting to masturbate me all over again.

As I began to climb up to another climax, my eyes fixed on the window trying to see if there was any movement outside, John whispered in my ear, "I wish there was someone out there watching you, you have a fantastic body, you look better than any of those eighteen year old models posing for pictures on-line." My husband's words boosted my orgasm way off the scale, I was driven instantly to a level that John had never taken me to with his cock before, usually he would have climaxed himself way before I got that high.

"Well, you know what my fantasy is, what is your biggest fantasy?"

I shook my head; I really didn't feel comfortable talking sexually even with my husband of fifteen years. "Come on, we've just taken the biggest step forward since Vicky was born, just take one little step, just tell me what turns you on the most when you're day dreaming?"

I sat in silence for a moment, John was actually giving me far more pleasure than he ever gave me before, his left hand was fondling my breasts while his right hand was bringing me to another chain of orgasms, I have no idea why but I whispered , "Photographs."

Just saying that kicked my climax up yet another notch, "What do you mean photographs? Looking at them or having them taken of you?"

I was already regretting saying photographs, I guess it was because I had got in this sorry, horny, state from looking at the photographs of Victoria, the fact that at the tender age of twelve, she was comfortable enough with her body to allow a boy, or even a man to take photographs of her, even masturbating with her fingers while he was photographing her and using a banana up her cunt, the thoughts of Vicky's pictures drove me on again.

"Come on darling; tell me what kind of photographs?"

I remembered the picture that I had seen, taken without my knowledge while I was naked and breastfeeding our daughter. It did cross my mind that if there was one picture of me, there could be others.

"Photographs of me, photographs taken of me I mean."

On a very superficial level I was hoping that John would stop making me talk, that he would just take me up to our bedroom and finish is both off before one of our neighbours took their dog for a walk past our house. But on a much deeper plane I knew that I was more turned on at that moment than I had ever been in my life before.

"Why don't you go over to the window and straighten out the curtains but don't close them. Just count to fifty before you come back."

When I turned to return to the sofa John was naked and standing up holding his phone in his hands, there was a sudden blinding flash as he took my photograph, I'd seen pictures taken on John's phone before without using the flash and they turned out very good but the flash would draw the attention if anyone was walking out on the road.

John took several pictures as I walked towards him, probably seven or eight before he gathered me in his arms and each photograph he took was like someone pulling on my clitoris. John sat on the sofa and pulled me down onto his lap and I fucked him from on top, a very rare happening, if I did that to him in bed it would last a few minutes but on the sofa he made me fuck him for thirty minutes, when he was ready to cum, he pushed me off of his lap and finished off over my face and breasts before photographing the results.

The sofa cushions were soaking with our sweat and my lubricating juice, I was going to have to have the loose covers dry cleaned before we would be able to use the sofa again to sit on. At eleven o'clock John pulled me to my feet and was heading off to the bedroom, I wanted to tidy up first, actually I really wanted to pull my dress on so that I wasn't naked walking through the house but John had a tight hold on my hand and was pulling me through the doorway.

I'd known John for eighteen years, been married to him for fifteen of those years and in all of our sexual congress to date, John had been a 'one climax and lose interest' kind of man. Even if I wasn't quite 'there' yet after his climax, there was no way I could breathe life back into his cock to get him to satisfy my needs. I discovered very quickly that if I was actually losing the race I'd better do something to make him skip a beat, stumble and fall, so that he would have to go back to the start of his climb. The thing with John was that he got to the end quite quickly the first time but if he had to restart it took him much longer the second time and if I still wasn't 'there' and had to reset him for a third time, I would always reach my climax during his third attempt but it then took him so long that the pleasure of the climax turned to the pain of friction burns.

As we climbed the stairs, John's eyes were fixed on Victoria's bedroom door opposite the top of the stairs, almost as if he was willing our daughter to open her door and catch is both out there in the nude climbing the stairs, by the time John reached the top step of the stairs he was hard again. He turned the light on in our bedroom and threw me from the doorway towards the bed and as I bounced back up from the bed he was leaping at me from about five feet away and our bodies crashed together, fortunately his aim was good and I was impaled in one move.

I had thought that it took John a long time to cum if he'd been held back twice but that was as nothing compared to how long it took him to climax after actually having one climax. When he started I tried to stop him, "John...stop...turn...the...light...off...."

I was also going to tell him to shut the bedroom door but it was difficult to speak with John pounding his body into mine and by the time I got to 'off' I was already climaxing and after forty minutes the pleasure of my climax got an added element of pain from the soreness in my pussy but John couldn't stop and we fucked hard and fast until half past midnight. Far from us taking an early night, it was far later than usual by the time we got to sleep.

I woke to the sound of Breakfast TV coming from the living room and light streaming through the open bedroom curtains, I checked the clock, John's mind had been elsewhere when we came up to bed and he hadn't set his alarm clock and it was now way past the time that he should have got up.

I nudged him awake and told him that he was late. Our bedroom light was still on and our door was still wide open from the night before, I ran across the room to grab my dressing gown even though I knew that Vicky was down in the kitchen, it was still at the back of my mind that I didn't want her to see me naked. As I walked down the stairs, every footfall reminded me of my evening of passion, every step caused a stabbing pain in my cunt from the friction burns deep inside.

Victoria was in the kitchen so I ran through to the living room on tip-toes to collect all of the clothes up that John and I had left scattered all over the room the night before. I was shocked and surprised to see that Victoria had collected our clothes up, folded them up and stacked them on the arm of the sofa.

I walked through the dining room feeling rather sheepish; Vicky breezed out of the kitchen with her breakfast in her hands, "What were you guys celebrating last night? I've checked the calendar; it wasn't one of your regular celebration nights. Did dad get a promotion, or, or a pay rise?"

"What do you mean by one of our regular celebration nights?"

"Oh come on mum, six times a year you and dad wake me up about midnight and keep me awake for half an hour, you know, doing what mummies and daddies do, last night you started out down here and kept me awake for about three hours, must have been a really special celebration, that's all I can say."

Vicky was definitely a changed girl, just a few weeks ago she would never have mentioned anything involving sex, we didn't even know that Victoria had heard us during our very infrequent marital sessions in our bedroom because she just wouldn't have mentioned that she knew what we were doing. Mind you, it's a good thing that she hadn't mentioned it before or our infrequent marital activity would have dried up totally.

John ran into the room and kissed Vicky and then me, "No time for breakfast, I'm really late."

Victoria called out, "I did you toast and put coffee into a plastic cup for you to take in your car."

I was doubly shocked; Victoria was usually totally self-involved hardly aware that her father or I even existed in the mornings while she was getting ready for school. So for her to actually make her father some toast and coffee for him to take with him in his car for his breakfast on the move was astounding. I must have been staring at her because she stopped with a spoon full of cereals half way to her mouth and said, "What? I just guessed that you two would wake up late because you were doing 'it' on a school night so I did some toast for dad and made his coffee in a cup to go, God I can't do anything right!"

"No, I'm not complaining, I was just surprised that you had been up long enough to do all of that."

Vicky was in a bit of a rush but not too much of a rush to forget to take her secret USB drive with her, even though she actually left her pencil case behind. I was just about to restart my PC and put my clone of Victoria's drive in when I got a phone call. I did a little volunteering work in and around the estate that we lived in; the secretary of the local news letter was calling me to ask if I could help to deliver that months newsletter as one of her regulars had called in sick.

Victoria's cloned disk could wait; I wanted to look around the estate anyway to see if I could find the fox weathervane and if I found it to try and find out what I could about the house opposite it and delivering the newsletter would be the perfect cover for me to snoop around.

I pulled on a clean pair of knickers, walked across my bedroom to select a lightweight summer dress and took my knickers off again, the cotton gusset rubbing between my legs just added to the pain inside my cunt as I walked. I found a white Indian cotton dress, very voluminous with a box cut neckline and went down to four inches above my knee, no, not the neckline down that low, the neck line showed off quite a lot of my cleavage though, from my past experience of the dress I knew that I would need to wear a shelf bra under the dress or nothing, as I didn't own a white shelf bra I always went braless in that dress. I also wore white trainers on my feet, I wouldn't usually wear trainers and a dress but I knew that I would be walking a very long way.

I'd delivered two hundred newsletters and my feet were starting to get tired from walking up and down two hundred long driveways when I spotted the fox weathervane in the next street, backing on to the house I was posting the newsletter through a door. I was in a bit of a quandary, what if the bedroom that Victoria had been photographed was a back bedroom; I could have just delivered to the house where it happened.

I tried to remember what I'd seen through the bedroom window on the photograph, the roof with the weathervane had to be lower than the house that Vicky was in because all I could see was the top of the chimney and the fox weathervane. The house I was standing outside at that moment was significantly lower that the fox house, so I shook off any doubts, the house I was looking for had to be across the other side of the next road up.

I was tempted to forget the rest of the deliveries on that part of the route and go straight round to the next street but I just knew that I'd have to come back and carry on again so I just continued to work my way round. I really didn't have any firm plan of attack, probably attack was the wrong word, my strategy, I needed time to work out what I was going to do when I got to the house.

The more I walked the more I doubted myself, what if there were two houses with fox weathervanes? How about more than two? The detached, executive houses were sprinkled all over the estate; out of two hundred houses I'd already passed twenty of them that were detached executive models. It took me a while to get round into the next street and work my way down to the fox house, it was situated on a concave bend in the road, there was only one house that the photographs could have been taken from on the convex side of the bend.

Again, I suppressed the urge to march across the road and knock at the door to demand.... what was I planning to demand, what would I say, what could I say. If the owner of the house or an occupant was my daughter's lover, how could I possibly say I knew what was going on? The man or boy taking the photographs wasn't in any of the pictures.

I stood staring at the house and slipped my right foot out of my trainer to massage my foot as I pondered, 'go on, keep going down this side and up the other' I told myself, I knew the road and the house number now so there was no hurry.

I worked my way back to the target house and started up the drive, from the moment that my foot left the pavement I started to shake with either nervous tension of anger, I didn't really know which, or was it excitement?

I folded the newsletter and took aim for the letterbox in the middle of the door just as the door swung open. I jumped back, totally shocked and stunned, the look if terror on my face gave the gave away somewhat, it was obvious to anyone looking on that this wasn't just any front door, not just one of the three hundred plus that I'd already posted a newsletter through already that day.

"Oh, I'm sorry that I shocked you, I spotted you massaging your feet when you were across at number thirty, you looked like you could do with a drink and a five minute rest from your toil."

The man standing there insincerely apologising for startling me while he had a huge grin on his face was fifty years old, slightly balding and a little overweight for his height, he was standing one step higher than me but the top of his head was level with the top of my head, so I put his height at no more than five foot tall. He was well tanned and was only wearing shorts; he had no shoes or socks on his feet. I couldn't stop looking at the amount of hair on his chest, he looked like a gorilla and he had quite large nipples too, I'd never seen a man with such long nipples in my life.

"Can I offer you a cool drink and a place to sit in the shade while you recover?"

I had to think long and hard, why the hell was I here if it wasn't to find out something about the house, the man or the family that lived here? So why was I now holding back from his offer to go inside. I think it was to do with my being invited in by him rather than me asking, I was automatically on the back foot, my defences were up.

Eventually I did follow him into his house, as we walked through to the kitchen he said, "I've seen you around somewhere before, are you a parent of one of the kids from the community college, I'm Ben Cook, Tom Cook's father, is your son in his football team?"

"My daughter goes to the community college, I think she mentioned Tom's name last night, I think they have a project to present together today."

"Ah, so you must be Victoria's mother, she's such a lovely girl."

In the kitchen I was asked if I wanted a hot or a cold drink, I opted for a cold drink, a tall glass was filled with ice, two inches of Vodka poured into the bottom and then the glass filled with lemonade and I was invited out into the back garden to sit in the shade.

I took a seat under a large parasol, I was trying to work out how I could get up to the master bedroom, I could think of no excuse to use that would make any sense, if I asked to use the toilet there were at least two toilets built into the downstairs of the detached executive houses.

A hand touched my shoulder, "I asked of you'd like a little fruit or something, a banana would give you a little energy and replace a little potassium lost through working so hard on a hot day like today, I seem to remember that Victoria loves a banana!"

I looked up at his smiling face, what did he mean by that comment? Was it a reference to the pictures where my twelve year old daughter masturbating with a banana? Or was it an innocent comment? I shook my head and thanked him anyway.

"Can I get you a bowl of cold water? You look like you could do with cooling your feet down a little."

God, how wonderful did that sound to me, I was wearing trainers without socks and the stitching inside the shoes had been biting into my feet for the past thirty minutes.

"That sounds lovely, if it isn't too much trouble."

Ben slipped off to the kitchen and returned with a large plastic bowl full of water and a large towel. He put the bowl on the floor by my feet, I went to bend forward and suddenly remembered the low cut front of my dress and thought better of bending down to take my shoes off and having my 'goodies' fall out in front of Ben.

"Here, let me do that for you!"

Ben knelt down in front of me and lifted my feet up onto his knees and unfastened my shoes and pulled them from my feet. I did notice a quick peak from Ben up under my dress as he lifted my feet, I had no idea what he could see from his kneeling position but I still blushed because I remembered that I hadn't bothered to put any knickers on when I left home because I was still so sore from my previous evenings activities with my husband.

"Oh dear, I'm not sure that a bowl full of cold water will be enough, you've badly blistered your feet, you really needed socks on inside such course shoes."

The cold water was still very pleasant on my burning feet but I could see the blisters starting to grow now that they were no longer confined inside my shoes. Ben pulled a seat next to me and he passed me my drink, "Drink this down, the vodka will help numb the pain a little!"

I drank the vodka and lemonade down in one go, it was so cold and had so much lemonade in it that I could hardly tell that there was any vodka in the glass at all. Ben took the glass off of me and returned to the kitchen. When he came back and sat by my side he had two glasses in his hand, one had dark rum and ice in it and the other was another vodka and lemonade. Ben handed me the glass as he sat down, "Don't drink that one too fast, it has a lot more vodka in it this time."

I put the glass to my lips and took a swallow rather absentmindedly and coughed and choked, the first drink had been twenty percent vodka and eighty percent lemonade, it didn't taste quite like it was the other way around this time but it wasn't far off it, I really would have to drink it slowly.

Ben and I chatted idly for an hour or so as I drank my, much too strong, drink and soaked my feet in the gradually warming water. I heard a noise inside the house and looked at my watch, it was three twenty in the afternoon, I turned to look at Ben, "Your wife?"

"No, I'm not married, it must be Tom."

I looked at my watch again, "Tom! But the school bus doesn't get here until after five o'clock!"

"No, you're right but sometimes Tom gets a lift, the guy from across the road sometimes passes the lower school block at three o'clock and brings Tom home, sometimes he brings some of the other kids home as well, he has a mini-bus."

"But how can a mini-bus get the kids here in twenty minutes when it can take the school bus over two hours to get here?"

"Well, if the kid's last class is at the lower school it takes twenty minutes to walk from there to the bus stand and then we're the last village on the number five's route. And of course the double-decker they use for the school run can't take back lane because the bridge is only has an eleven foot clearance."

There was no way that the commotion coming from the kitchen was just one twelve year old boy; there was a whole lot of giggling going on. Suddenly a pile of bodies tumbled through the French doors leading out of the kitchen. I saw a whole lot of flesh; at least five kids were in the melee. They had obviously stripped out of their school uniforms as they passed through the house from the front door, the boy was wearing just his underpants and socks and the four girls were all wearing just their knickers.

Ben looked at my face first and then at the tangle of bodies, Tom seemed to be kissing each of the girls in turn, Ben said, "You know the rules, no sunbathing without covering up with sunscreen first!"

Ben looked back at me, "I'm sorry but it would appear that one of the nymphs could be your daughter, Victoria."

I recognised Victoria's gasp as she looked in my direction and then tried to hide her breasts with her hands before trying to slip behind two of the other girls to get out of my sight completely.

"So, it would appear that someone has been telling me fibs, Tom, you assured me that all the girl's parents gave their permission for them to come here to sunbathe with you after school."

Tom looked hurt, "If you mean Victoria, her dad said he was okay with it just so long as......"

"Just so long as what?"

"Just so long as she got home at the same time as the school bus would get her home so her mother didn't find out."

Ben looked over to me again, "Well, it's up to you but it looks like your husband may be okay with your daughter being here."

I wanted to ask about the photographs but for some unfathomable reason I still didn't want Victoria to know that I had looked at her Tails drive. I was silent for a few moments and then I hit on an idea, "Can I borrow one of your rooms for a private chat with my daughter please Ben?"

"Yes, why don't you take her up to my bedroom, it's about as far away from the rabble as you can get."

'Result' ran through my mind, I'd get to look in Ben's bedroom without even having to ask him if I could. Once Victoria realised that I wasn't about to explode all over the place she lost her apparent shyness and stepped out from behind her two school friends and stopped trying to hide her breasts. I asked Vicky to lead the way up to Ben's bedroom. Tom had dipped into a bulk pack of sunscreen and had begun to rub the cream into the breasts of Emma, one of Victoria's school friends who often visited her at our house. Tom looked at Vicky, "You want some sunscreen on before you go for your chat?"

Victoria looked from Tom to me and back to Tom, "Not sure if I'll be allowed to stop."

Tom grimaced, shrugged his shoulders said "'Hey" and continued rubbing oil into Emma's breasts. Ben squirted sunscreen into his hands and Claire and Lisbeth had a race to see who could get to him first, Clair lost and as Victoria walked through the doors into the kitchen I watched as Ben began to massage sunscreen into Lisbeth's breasts. Claire was hopping from one foot to the other trying to look through the kitchen window expectantly.

I guessed that she was looking for someone to rub sunscreen into her body and it suddenly dawned on me that the driver of the mini-bus could be around somewhere, as I walked through the kitchen door I found him, he was at the kitchen worktop pouring drinks, I gasped when I saw him, he was totally naked, he had an all over tan and even though he had his back to me I could tell he was a very well-endowed man because with every movement of his hips as he was pouring vodka into the glasses on the tray his cock head swung from side to side, appearing past his right hip first and then his left hip.

I looked back over my shoulder, Claire was right behind me and she was pulling her panties off as she stepped up onto the step into the kitchen, I looked past her and watched as Lisbeth pushed Ben's shorts down to the floor. Tom and Emma were also both totally nude too and Tom was kissing Emma as he rubbed sunscreen between her legs.

The man in the kitchen had made six vodka and lemonade drinks, he had popped a segment of lime into each glass, I had noticed that one of the drinks was three times stronger than the other five, that glass got a segment of lemon in it instead of lime. He picked up the tray and turned, he saw Victoria first, he smiled at her and then looked down at her knickers, "You not undressed yet?"

Victoria looked over her shoulder at me, the guy followed her eye line and his smiling face turned to a look of shock, he suddenly lowered the tray to try and hide his huge cock from my view, it was at least ten inches long but far thinner than John's cock, it actually ran through my mind that it would fit in a twelve year old girls vagina far better than one like John's cock being only six inches long but three times thicker. Suddenly I felt my face burning as I blushed at the thoughts running through my head, firstly the thought of the Ben's neighbour fucking one of the four girls around the house at that moment, especially because one of the twelve year old girls was my own daughter. And then, of course, I had passed the image of my own husband fucking one of them and as I rationalised why I had blushed, in my mind I saw John laying on top of Victoria and my face felt even hotter.

I had to shake my head hard to throw the image of John and Vicky from my head, fortunately the man with the tray was asking me if I wanted a drink, so my shaking head was taken as the answer to the question and not me entering some kind of moral meltdown. Victoria reached out for the glass with the segment of lemon in it, "Hey, that's mine!"

Victoria looked back at me again, my face was as red as a London bus, "I think I'm going to need it more than you today!" And with that comment Victoria walked past and out into the hallway.

I didn't really need to follow Victoria to Ben's bedroom, his house was an exact clone of our own house, the wall colour and the carpets in the hall were exactly the same as ours, the only difference was Ben's hallway had a stream of discarded school uniforms leading from the front door through to the kitchen. I ended up walking, bare foot, over four white cotton school blouses and a white cotton school shirt. The bras that had been scattered were more of a trip hazard and I recognised Victoria's bra from the other three, it would appear that I was the only parent that insisted that her daughter wore the regulation, white cotton utility bra that the school preferred the girls to wear.

I was close behind Victoria on the stairs; she took several large gulps from the glass as she climbed. When she opened Ben's bedroom door I actually felt relieved that it was actually the room that my daughter had been photographed in from her collection on her Tails drive. I couldn't really understand why finding the place wasn't making me angrier and quite the opposite, I was far calmer now than I had been since I saw my daughter doing her solo sexual performance for Ben or Tom or, possibly the driver of the mini-bus to photograph.

I just stood looking at Victoria, she was on the foot of Ben's bed, she looked very feline as she wriggled into place, trying not to spill her drink as she made herself comfortable her pose reminded me of how she was posed with the banana sticking out of her cunt.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"I'm ready for you to rip into me."

"Do you think I should rip into you?"

Victoria took another swallow from her glass and then she set her face into a look of defiance.

"I'd rather you told me what the hell is going on around here but I'd rather have the truth from you than any lies."

"Mum, dad's okay with what I'm doing so why can't you be?"

"Well, for one thing, I'm not exactly sure what it is that a twelve year old girl is actually doing in a house with two grown men and a boy."

"Dad said it was okay so long as I stuck to the rules."

"Rules, what rules?"

"Well, no strangers, no dangerous places, no violence...... oh, and no pregnancies!"

"So your father knows that you're having sex here?"

"Well, duh! After he caught me he knew what I was doing, well, not what I'm doing here, he doesn't really want to know what I'm doing but he's just happy that I'm here and not....."

"Caught you! What do you mean he caught you?"

Victoria went silent for a while, she was working out just exactly what I wanted to hear, I had asked for everything but I got the feeling that Victoria wasn't sure that I could handle 'Everything'.

Last November dad drove past the lay-by on the bypass on his way home from work and he saw me standing at the bus stop when I was supposed to be at the youth club. He did the loop around through the village and back out to see if I needed a lift home. By the time he got back to the lay-by he caught me in a car with a man."

"Who, Ben or the other man downstairs?"

"No mum, it was a stranger, just someone on his way from work in Northampton and heading out towards Corby."

"And what were you doing in the car with a total stranger?"

"I was offering to suck him or give him hand relief but he wanted full sex, I'd only done full sex with boys from school up to then, so I didn't really want to."

"Wait, last November, you were only eleven last November. Are you telling me that you had already had sex with boys when you were just eleven?"

"Mum, don't be so square. Age is just a number; some people are ready for sex earlier and some..." Victoria gestured with her glass towards me before taking a gulp from it, "Some, like you, aren't ready until you're older. Dad told me that you didn't do a boy until you were twenty or twenty-one."

I was shocked that John had told our daughter that I didn't lose my virginity until I was in my early twenties.

"I'm more like dad I guess than you. Dad did his first girl when he was ten and the girl was eight, she was ready for sex at eight and dad was ready at ten, I did my first hand job on a boy at school when I was eight and the boy was eleven."

"Your father told you that he had sex when he was just ten years old? He never told me that."

I had the wind knocked out of my sails a little at the news that my husband was sharing sexual secrets with our daughter that he'd never felt he could share with me and I sat on the bed at Victoria's side. She put her arm over my shoulder, she could see that it had hit me little hard.

"He didn't tell me to encourage me; he stopped the guy in the lay-by going further than I wanted him to go and then he made me agree to his rules or I'd have to stop until I reached sixteen and could have sex legally."

I noticed Victoria looking at the inside of her upper arm, the arm over my shoulder. I turned and I looked where she was looking, just three faint lines under the skin, I'd never have seen them if she hadn't drawn my attention to the spot on her arm.

"Anyway, the next day he picked me up from school and took me into Northampton to the clinic, he knew that our own doctor would never put me on birth control when I was just eleven, Dr. McGregor is almost as square as you mum. They did tests, gave me a Chlamydia shot and did the first one of these in my arm to stop me getting pregnant. Dad gave me a USB stick that I could chat to men on so long as I agreed to tell him before I ever met anyone so he could check up on them first."

'Tails' went through my head, so her father was the one who introduced her to Tails, the chats and the file sharing and everything.

"After I'd been chatting to Tom for three months, without knowing that he was a boy from my own class at school, I told dad that I wanted to meet him, Tom had used his dad's photograph pretending that he was Ben, Dad took me to the meeting at McDonalds in Sixfields, you should have seen Tom shit himself when he recognised me from school and spotted my dad right behind me. I really wished I'd had a camera to photograph his face."

Victoria took a close look at my dress, "Mum, you haven't got a bra on under that dress have you?"

I looked down and shook my head.

"God, it's all change with you isn't it, last night you let dad take thirty pictures of you in the nude in the living room. Then you let him fuck you down stairs with the drapes wide open and all the lights on. I wouldn't be surprised to find you going out in the street commando next."

I lifted my head from looking down at my cleavage and looked Vicky in the eye, "Commando, what's that?"

Victoria laughed her head off, "Mum, you really are a square aren't you? You don't know the first thing about real life do you? Commando means going out in the street without your knickers on."

I blushed again.

"Mum! You haven't, don't tell me that all you are wearing is that thin summer dress!"

Victoria pulled her arm from over my shoulder and rubbed her hand over my hip. "God mum, what's next? Don't tell me that you'll be joining us in the back garden next to sunbathe in the nude."

I gasped.

"No, you're probably right, you need a lot more 'Opening up' first. So, do I have to get dressed and come home with you or can I stay here until five o'clock?"

I thought about it, Victoria was only twelve years old but like she said, that was just a number, not a measure of how adult she was or how advanced. The fact that she had kept her sexual activity from me for, well, goodness only knows how long she had hidden her sexuality from me but even that was a measure of maturity. I weighed up the information I had at my command now that I was fully in the loop."

"Why do you need to come home at five o'clock? You don't have to pretend to be on the school bus anymore, so long as you let me know where you are and when you'll be home and if you want any dinner or not, it should be up to you. You are, after all, very adult now."

Victoria grinned at me and hugged me, "I'd better go out and get your shoes for you, you've come a long way in a very short time but I don't think you'll be ready to see what's going on in the back yard right now."

"Why, what's......"

I stopped myself, three twelve year old naked girls and two naked men with a naked twelve year old boy and a little alcohol mixed in. I didn't really need any pictures drawing for me!

Victoria raced down the stairs, she was in the kitchen before I had left Ben's bedroom, instead of going down the stairs I walked into the small back bedroom to look out into the back garden. The melee of bodies was a little confusing at first but eventually I resolved the picture I could see.

Claire was on her back on a sun lounger and Lisbeth was on top of her giving Claire oral sex. Claire wasn't giving Lisbeth oral sex though, the mini-bus driver was kneeling on a cushion behind Lisbeth and he was fucking her hard, his abdomen was hitting her buttocks so hard that it sounded like the crack of a gunshot. He thrust into Lisbeth three times and then he pulled all the way out, bent forward slightly and then thrust his hips forward again, this time his cock went hard and fast into Claire's mouth, all the way in in one shot, he was over ten inches long and I saw his ball sack hit Clair's nose and she gagged slightly before he pulled half way out and banged his cock in again. After three repeats in Clair's mouth his cock was back in Lisbeth's cunt and he was starting all over again.

Right next to Claire and Lisbeth, on her knees, was Emma, Tom was behind her fucking her while Emma was giving Ben oral sex. Victoria came into view with an excited look on her face, she gave the six people fucking away double thumbs up, "Mum's cool with me staying, and I don't have to go home at five o'clock if I want to stay longer."

Tom beckoned her over to him and he kissed her and as he did he pulled her knickers down, "Come here and let me fuck you!"

"Stop, let me show my mum out first, where are her shoes, oh, there by the bowl."

I made my way down the stairs quickly and met Vicky by the front door.

"Mum, you want to give dad a belated present>"

"Present? Why would he deserve a present?"

"Well he did give you a dammed good fucking last night and he has started to cure your shyness a little as well. I've just had an idea that I absolutely know that dad will love. You game?"

"Depends on what it is."

Victoria took her smart phone out of her school bag and opened the front door, the mini-bus was parked across the end of the drive, blocking Ben's front door from the view of anyone out on the street. Victoria pulled me out and stood me at the side of the bus, then she stood next to me totally naked and took a selfie if her and me standing at the side of the bus.

"Pull the front of your dress down; let me do one showing your tits."

"No, I will not."

"Go on mum, you've been so cool, don't chicken out now."

I grinned and did a quick flash of my boobs before she could snap the photograph.

"Come on mum, don't you think that dad deserves this?"

I pulled the neck of my dress down again and exposed my breasts, Victoria moved away from me and looked, "No, that's no good, looks horrible."

She walked over to me and fought me to get the straps of my dress off of my shoulders and once they were off, there was nothing holding my dress up so it fell to the floor.

"Just relax for a second or two while I set the self-timer."

Victoria propped her phone on the windowsill at the side of the front door and ran to my side, "Just smile and stand still until it flashes."

The flash went off before she finished telling me to stand still. She ran back and picked up her phone I was dressed before she reached her phone. Victoria came back to me and turned her camera to face me, "What do you think? Will dad run to the toilet and wank if you send him this?"

I turned her hand slightly so I could see the photograph better on the small screen, I couldn't believe it, John had taken thirty pictures of me the night before, well, Victoria said that he had taken thirty anyway but I hadn't seen a single one of them. Just taking the photographs had turned John on so much that he didn't have the time to show me what he had taken, he was just too eager to fuck me.

Victoria pulled her hand away from mine, "Your face is illuminated, you look so turned on and sexy, just like in the pictures dad took of you last night."

"When did your father show you the pictures? He was in too much of a rush this morning."

Victoria was busily typing a test message, the tip of her tongue showing between her lips, showing the high level of concentration as she was typing the message to go with the picture. "Oh, he didn't show me, you were so noisy that I woke up and came downstairs to see what was going on, I saw him taking pictures of you, I even watched the two of you fucking for a few minutes before I went back to bed and masturbated myself, I just took a look through his pictures while you two were still sleeping and I was making the coffee this morning."

Victoria passed her phone back to me, she was right, my face was, well, radiant, and not just because of the flash on the mobile phone's camera, 'Illuminated' was a good description if how I looked and I looked damned sexy too.

"Read the message, his number is already set, all you have to do is press the send button!"

The message read: Dear Daddy, I would suggest you come home right away and fuck Mummy before someone else does her for you, she's totally ripe and begging for it'

"I couldn't send that, what if he's with someone and they see the picture?"

"Dad would love it if someone else saw a picture of us naked, anyway, it's up to you, I'm going back into the garden to see if anyone has any spunk left for me. You can take my phone if you like but if you do I won't be able to let you know what time I'm coming home."

I took a deep breath and pressed the send button before passing Victoria her phone back. She kissed me on my cheek, "Massive, massive step mum, you've taken a really massive step today, don't chicken out now though, let dad fuck you in the back garden if he wants too, Mr. Baker and Mr. Patterson won't give a shit if they see the two of you fucking in the garden."

I picked up my bag of newsletters; the rest could wait until the following day to be delivered. I still had a bit of a walk home but if I took the short-cut pathways it was only about a mile and I didn't want to put my feet through any more pain. John had a twenty mile drive to get home from work but he still beat me home by thirty seconds. He was just climbing out of his car on the drive when I turned the corner from one of the short-cut pathways from the road behind us. He had a broad grin on his face and a bulge in his trousers.

"Hi darling, I got a very strange message from Victoria and a very unusual picture attached to it, I think she's been photo-shopping your face onto one of her friends bodies."

"No, she persuaded me to pose with her in the selfie as a special gift for you for being the best dad in the world!"

"Oh, that's a shame, I was hoping that the man she said wanted to fuck you had taken the picture."

I wrapped my arm around the small of John's back and we walked towards our front door, "Apparently I went out commando this morning when I went out to deliver the newsletters around the village." John stopped dead in his tracks and his hand slipped over my bottom, he grinned as he said, "You naughty girl you, I'll have to punish you later for doing that!"

"Victoria did suggest that I should let you fuck me in the back garden if you really wanted to do it there instead of in the bedroom!"

John stopped dead in his tracks again, "Fucking hell, no!" he looked down at the front of his trousers, there was a large stain spreading around his erection, I looked confused.

"I've been sitting at work all day looking at the pictures I took of you last night; I've been turned on for six hours. Then the picture that came from Victoria's phone with her and you in it, I almost blew my load at that and then, well, sex in the back garden in broad daylight, it was all just too much for my poor ravaged cock."

I giggled as we walked on towards the gate into our back garden and suddenly John stopped again.

"Shit, I almost forgot, Chris Gamble from accounts saw your photograph over my shoulder while I was being careless in the office, he asked me who the picture was and I didn't want to tell him that it was you, so I said that it was a picture of one of our neighbours who did a little amateur modelling for pin money. He asked me if I could arrange for him to take a few photographs of her, erm, you."

"Have I met him? Was he at the Christmas party?"

"No, he's from accounts so we don't mix too much; they have their Christmas party with head office staff at a posh London hotel, not here in Northampton with the rest of us."

"So, what did you say?"

"Well, he has power over my budget so naturally I said I'd ask but I was going to tell him next week that you had said no."

We passed through the gate into the garden; the lawn was in the shade from an ancient Oak tree that had been left behind when they built our new housing estate. I walked into the middle of the lawn, I looked carefully up at the two sets of bedroom windows that overlooked our garden, no one was at Mr. Baker's window, Mr. Patterson's windows were also clear.

I looked back at John, he was standing there looking uncertain, the wet patch in the front of his trousers was now almost eighteen inches in diameter but he no longer had an erection. I slipped my shoes off and clenched my toes in the soft cool grass. I bit my lower lip and began to swish my hips from side to side. I reminded myself of Victoria around six years old, she stood like that, twisting from side to side when she really, really wanted to do something she knew well that she shouldn't do.

I took a deep breath, took hold of the bottom hem of my dress and in one swift, fluid movement, I stripped myself totally naked, standing there, looking directly into John's eyes. He was frozen, his brief case slipped from his fingers. I lay on my back in the cool, cool grass with my legs open and my knees up a little, John jerked into movement, he yanked off his suit jacket, his tie, his shirt and his trousers before running over to me, his cock was flaccid because he had just spunked up in his underpants but he still covered my body with his and started rubbing his soft cock against my hairy pussy.

"So, would you like me to let Chris Gamble take pictures of me in the nude?"

"Oh fucking hell yes!"

John was kissing me passionately, there was a hint of frustration that he had climaxed prematurely and was soft as butter on a hit summer's day.

"Would you like to watch him taking pictures of me?"

"Oh my god, stop, I can't get hard, fucking hell this is painful."

"What would you do if he touched my naked body?"

John groaned, his words were no longer discernible as English but he was flogging his cock against my cunt, desperate to get a little life back into it.

"What if he wanted me to touch him. Would you like me to try the kiss of life on little Johnny?"

"G-o-d! Yesssssss!"

I had never offered to suck John's cock before; I had done it infrequently in the past and each time I did it I wrapped my fist around his cock so that there could never be more than two inches of his cock in my mouth, no matter how excited he got. It passed through my head that Claire was only twelve years old but she could take ten inches of cock in her mouth and throat, granted that man's cock was very thin but still she was taking it way past her oesophagus and he wasn't being in the least bit gentle with her, I could try to take John's cock in my mouth a little deeper, if I could get him hard that was.

I pushed John onto his back and curled my body over his and started to suck at his flaccid cock for a few moments without success, "What if Chris wanted to fuck me, would you let him?"

I returned John's cock to my mouth and started sucking again before I said, "Would you want to watch him fuck me?"

That was the magic bullet, John's cock grew rapidly into my mouth, I managed to get most of his cock in my mouth but couldn't get his cockhead past my oesophagus although John did appreciate my trying for him. John rolled me onto my back again and he pounded away at me right there in the back garden, I was baying at the moon but didn't care one little bit.

The kitchen door suddenly opened and Victoria stood there with her hands on her hips, "What's the point of having rules about me phoning home to tell you what time I'm coming home of you don't keep the mobile phone with you?"

I gasped, I tried really hard to stop John, I tried even harder to stop myself verbalising but there was no way I could, I just let my husband carry on fucking me while our daughter stood there watching from the kitchen doorway.

"I suppose that you two fucking instead of cooking dinner means a takeaway, all fatty and greasy and loaded with calories, if I develop Acne on my thirteenth birthday and get scarred emotionally for life, it's all your two's fault!"

Victoria almost closed the kitchen door but then pulled it open again, "And my vote is for pizza, that's if the pizza shop is still open by the time you two have finished fooling around in the back garden."

Victoria almost closed the kitchen door again but returned to the garden and stepped all the way out this time, "Hi Mr. Patterson, do you want anything fetching when we go to the pizza shop?"

That was too much for John, he fired off inside of me just from the thought that our next door neighbour was watching us from his back bedroom window. John fell against my body and we both burst out laughing, of course, it was just a joke that Victoria was playing on us, there was no way that our next door neighbour would have been spying in us fucking in the back garden.

John pushed himself off of me and turned to look up at Mr. Paterson's windows. Victoria just stood there, hands on her hips, "Well, what a rude man that Mr. Paterson really is, just watched until you guys climaxed and then left without saying a word!"

It looked really strange to see John standing next to Vicky, him totally naked and her looking like a virgin in her school uniform. She looked down at her father's cock, he was limp once again, soaking wet from my juice and his own spunk. Victoria reached out and lifted her father's cock and looked at it.

"You've made yourself sore, I have some Savlon ointment, you should put some on your cock and leave it uncovered for as long as possible."

Victoria reached into the kitchen and pulled a hand towel off the hook at the side of the sink, she threw it over to me as I was pulling myself up slowly from the grass, "I'll bet you're sore as well mummy, if I put some Savlon on daddies cock he can try and rub some inside of you too if he can get hard again."

I watched as John's cock began to get a third wind just from Victoria's comment about her rubbing cream onto his cock for him. Vicky picked her father's suit up off of the floor, "And what have you been told about hanging your clothes up when you get home from work young man? Oh dear, I think your underpants had better go straight in the wash with your shirt and your suit needs to go off to the cleaners and there's no point telling them that the stain is ice-cream that you dropped down yourself at the cinema, they can spot semen from a mile away."

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It was quite strange, after forty years of being shy and prudish and overly straight laced, in just twenty-four hours I had walked the local streets in just a thin dress and a pair of ancient trainers. I had witnessed a bacchanalian orgy, seen my daughter naked and kissing a boy. I had posed for several nude pictures in my living room for my husband and a nude photograph out in the street in broad daylight with my daughter so she could send the picture to my husband on his mobile phone while he was still at work and then to top off the twenty-four hour marathon of perversions, I had allowed my husband to fuck me in the back garden while I encouraged his erection to grow by using perverse imagery and by performing oral sex on him.

I had gone from spending most of my life hiding my body from everyone, including my own husband on all but a very few special occasions to being perfectly comfortable fucking in my back garden in broad daylight where neighbours could see us, I wasn't quite so comfortable when Victoria walked out on us and stood there watching us fuck but I wasn't bothered enough to want my husband to stop before he had finished, he was far from bothered about it, when he realised that she was there he redoubled his efforts at fucking me.

I really wanted to just bask in the afterglow of such a massive climax at the end of a mammoth fuck session but I was lying on the grass in the back yard and my back and knees were covered in mud and grass stains, I wanted to bask but I needed to shower more.

John and I went up to our en-suit bathroom and showered together, our en-suit didn't have a bath in it but it did have a double sized walk in shower that John would have liked to use more often as a venue for sex but I wasn't usually turned on enough for that idea and today, I was far too sore to do it all over again but I did play with John's cock to make him happy, I also went down on him again to try and get his cock in deeper this time.

I tried and tried over and over again but I couldn't get John's cock head past my oesophagus but he was more than happy with the fact that I was trying and my coughing and choking was adding to the kick that he was getting out of my trying.

I dried myself and headed towards my wardrobe to pick out a dress to put on, after the amount of sex I'd had in the past twenty-four hours I was so incredibly sore between my legs that I could hardly walk, let alone wear panties or jeans or slacks, I was looking for a loose-fitting dress. John came up behind me and looked over my shoulders, "You know that you don't need to wear anything at all don't you, it's not like we're going out or expecting anyone to call and you already know that Victoria is perfectly happy with everyone being naked, if you're okay with that, that is."

Victoria chose that point to walk into our bedroom, she was carrying her father's mobile phone in her hands looking at his screen, she spotted her father standing closely behind me with his hands on my shoulders and I was bent slightly forward looking in the back of my wardrobe.

"Oh great, I'm suffering from anorexia and starving from lack of pizza and you two are practicing for the anal Olympics!"

She laughed at her own comments and then laughed even louder at the look on my face and the speed with which I moved out from in front of her father.

"Hey dad, who's this Chris Gamble bloke, he's sent you three text messages and a photograph of a man?"

John took the phone, "He's a man from work and God he's really desperate to take photographs of your mother, he's sent a photograph of himself for me to show your mum when I ask her if she'll pose for him."

"Dad, you dirty old dog you, you pimping mum out to your mates now?"

"No, it's not like that, he isn't really a friend, just the man I have to ask to find the money for the new project I'm working on."

"Dad, that's even worse, selling mum's body to get funding for your project, that's really bad."

"It's not like that either, I was having a coffee and looking through the photographs I took of your mother last night, he saw the pictures over my shoulder and asked who she was, I panicked and said that she was an amateur model who lived near us. He asked me to ask her if she'd model for him as well, this text says he's free tomorrow and would really like to try out his new equipment."

Victoria took her father's phone again and flicked through to the photograph that Chris had sent, "Well, he looks really sexy to me, if mum doesn't want to pose for him you could ask if he'd like to photograph a school girl instead!"

I looked at Vicky, it shocked me a little that she was volunteering to let a complete stranger take pictures of her in the nude, she looked at me, then to her father and then back to me, because I was still looking at her, possibly with a shocked look on my face, she said, "What? It's your fault that I'm horny, you kept me away from the action for so long that they thought I wasn't coming back and they finished off without me, that's why I was home so soon!"

John and I exchanged glances, then John burst out laughing, "I don't know why I'm laughing, I have to get dressed so I can go out and get pizza before Vicky calls Child Line to report me for starving her."

"About time too, I'm losing weight so fast I'll need to tie my feet to the floor to stop the wind blowing me away because I'm l so light."

John dressed and left to buy pizzas, I was still torn between dressing for my own comfort or staying naked for John's sake. Victoria suddenly did something that she hadn't done for six years; she pulled me over to my bed and started to brush my hair, kneeling on my bed behind my back.

"Mum, I couldn't help overhearing before I came in, you seemed to be doing an awful lot of choking, coughing and gagging. Were you trying to deep throat dad in the shower?"

I almost choked all over again, I tried to turn and look at her, "My God....." "Mum, sex is just like any other skill....."

I was pulled back round so my back was towards my daughter again and she started brushing my hair all over again.

"The thing is mum, I've been doing it for a while and I could give you a few pointers, I know that dad would love the feeling if he could get his cock all the way inside your throat and it's not like his cock is as long as Jerry's cock, but it is far fatter."

"Jerry, who is Jerry?"

"Jerry Baker, the mini-bus driver."

"So, the two men I saw today were Ben Cook and Jerry Baker, Ben and Jerry, are they their real names?"

Victoria laughed, "Yes, and Cook and Baker, a lot of coincidences but then life is just like that sometimes."

Victoria was brushing my wet hair, pushing and prodding it into a kind of style; I knew it wouldn't last for very long, there was no mouse or jell in my hair so as soon as it dried it would just fall straight out again. I realised that she was prodding my hair into the style that she preferred for her own hair. Then she moved in front of me and looked at me straight on.

"You know, if I did your hair and makeup, dressed you in some of my clothes, I could make us look like sisters rather than mother and daughter."

"Would you rather be my sister than my daughter?"

"Well, it would freak men out less if they thought they were playing for sisters......"

Victoria stopped mid-sentence and looked very thoughtful for a minute or two.

"....No, I'm wrong, most of the men I know would jump for the chance of a crack at a mother and daughter combination but because you look so young, they would realise that I'm as young as I am and that does turn a few men off. Not trying to fuck an underage girl but worrying about getting caught doing one."

'She thinks I look too young for my age, wow, now I wasn't ready for that revelation' went through my head.

"It's up to you mum but I can help you to make things a little more special for dad if you want to try it that is!"

"A lovely thought darling, I'm sure that your father would love it if I could do that little extra 'trick' for him but it really isn't right for you to teach me or try to teach me to do something like that."

Victoria's face suddenly changed to a very serious expression and she pulled my stool round from my dressing table so she could sit in front of me. She took my hands in hers.

"Mum, who taught me how to tie my shoe laces up?"

"Well, I guess I did."

"And when I started at the high school and was about to go into meltdown because the school uniform said I had to wear a school tie with my school blouse and I just couldn't fathom it out, who taught me to tie it properly, not just properly but four different ways to tie the knot so that I had a little choice and could stand out when I wanted too?"

"Well, I guess that was me too."

"And what did you tell me when I was so upset because I thought that I was stupid because I couldn't work it out?"

"I guess I probably told you that no one ever worked it out for themselves, they had to be taught by someone who already knew and was good at doing it."

"Bloody right, and no one ever just knows how to do the more technical sex stuff, someone always has to teach them what to do the first time! Dad should have been the one to teach you but I'll bet no one ever did it to him before, so he has no idea either, all he'll know is that he'd love you to do it for him but has no idea how to tell you to do it right."

"Well, I guess you're right there."

"So, you want to enrol in 'Deep throat one-zero-one'?"

I gave Victoria a smile and shrugged my shoulders in as non-committal a way as possible.

"Well, not particularly enthusiastic but I'll take that as a yes. When you were trying to do it and gagging were you like this?"

Vicky knelt on the floor with her head bent slightly forward, her hand pretending to be holding a cock and bobbing her head forward, simulating perfectly how I had been sucking John off earlier. I just nodded my head.

"Have you ever seen a sword swallower?"

"No."

"Really?"

"Well, not in real life, just in films or on TV but there is no way of knowing if it's real or a camera trick."

"Just wait there for a minute."

Vicky ran down the stairs, I felt a bit like a melon just sitting there, in the nude, waiting for her to come back to my bedroom. She bounced back into the room with a huge grin on her face, she stood there in front of me holding one of my larger carrots in one hand and a South American banana in the other, the carrot had been washed and peeled but the banana still had its skin on.

Vicky knelt down in front of me; she took up the pose that she had adopted before running down to the kitchen. This time, the carrot took the place of the imaginary cock, she pushed it into her mouth and tried to force it as far in as she could.

After she finished gagging on the carrot she stopped trying and stood up straight, tipping her head as far back as she could, the typical pose of a sword swallower, she lowered the carrot into her mouth, she pushed the whole of the carrot in easily and it must have been eight inches long and at least as fat as her father's cock, she even managed to close her mouth with every millimetre of the carrot inside before taking my hand and putting my fingers around her throat so I could feel the carrot stretching her neck.

Victoria waited for a minute before opening her mouth and, with her hands still holding my hand around her throat she started to oscillate her neck muscles and the carrot looked like it was growing out of her mouth, rising slowly until it was more than half way out without her helping it other than with her internal muscles.

She pulled the rest of the carrot out and smiled at me, "Well, what did you think?"

"I'm shocked, stunned, amazed, impressed, that was unbelievable."

"Well, it would be if dad was fifteen feet tall and you could bend his hard-on down far enough. But there is another way."

Victoria moved to my side, she lay on her back on top of my bed and wriggled herself until she had her head hanging off the end, then she held the carrot again in a position that could easily be a man's cock if he was standing or kneeling on the floor at the side of the bed, once again, she took the whole carrot into her mouth and deep into her throat.

I actually found myself clapping her as she did it, once she had proven her point she again pulled the carrot from her mouth. "Right, now you, you lay on your back like I was, head over the end, it isn't comfortable but you'll get used to it if you're doing it for someone you love."

It was much against my better judgement but I did actually try laying in the same way that Vicky had been. While I was getting myself ready Vicky had stripped her summer dress off and she, like me, was totally naked. Vicky peeled the banana that she had brought up along with the carrot and held it in front of her as if it were a man's cock.

"God I wish we had a video camera and tripod, dad would blow a fuse if he could see us like this."

Vicky was taking the place a man would have to take if he was going to fuck my mouth, "Mum, I said dad would blow a fuse, don't you blow one, we're just going to practice and you have to be careful, bananas are a lot softer than raw carrots. When you feel the banana touching the back of your throat, relax totally and start to swallow."

Vicky was still playacting the role of a man, holding one end of the banana against her bare pussy mound and then moving in, aiming her banana cock at my mouth. Victoria took ages getting the banana into my throat; it was like having the most gentle of lovers in the world teaching me how to make oral love. She was so gentle that, even holding the banana in her bare fingers for over thirty minutes she hadn't mashed it up hardly at all.

The banana wasn't quite as fat as John's cock but she did get it well past my oesophagus without causing me too much distress but when she pulled it out eventually and looked at the end that had been in my mouth she grimaced.

"Good thing we were practicing with a banana, I think dad would have been killed if these groves from your teeth had been in the sides of his cock!"

John chose that moment to arrive home with our pizzas so Vicky ran down to take one of the pizza boxes off of her father. She dumped the banana but was still holding the carrot when she got to her dad. "See, I'm so hungry I was even trying to eat a raw carrot and I hate everything to do with carrots!"

By the time I got down to the living room, John was naked and had a huge erection as he sat looking at Victoria, she was sitting at the table with the pizza box in front of her, she had placed the carrot on her lap, well, not exactly, she was clenching the carrot in between her upper thighs like a giant ginger cock standing up excitedly in front of her.

We ate and then lounged around in the living room watching TV, I couldn't remember the last time we all sat and chilled in front of the TV together in the evening, John usually arrived home too late to watch TV with Victoria. Vicky had been sitting on the sofa on John's left, I was sitting on his right, she wriggled around so her bottom and legs were over the arm of the sofa, her shoulders on the seat and her head resting on her father's lap.

The program we were watching had a high level of sexual content, in the past a programme like that would have been turned off if Victoria had been around but now we all just watched the program for its entertainment value with no other thought, well, not from me, Vicky was slightly different, as she lay there, head on John's lap, she began to fidget with the carrot again and this time instead of using it inside her mouth it was being rubbed lazily between her legs.

Her father was torn between watching the sex on TV and looking over at our daughter as the carrot got closer and closer to being used full on as a dildo. His cock suddenly sprang into life and as it did it nudged the back of Victoria's head, she looked round at her dad's erection, her mouth just a fraction of an inch away from his erection. Her eyes flicked over to me and she suddenly squirmed around in her seat and put her shoulders over the arm of the sofa and bent her head back as if she was stretching and yawning but I knew that she was showing me that a woman could be inventive, that the end of the bed wasn't the only platform that could be used for oral sex.

"Well, I guess I'd better get off to bed or I'll be fucked by the morning...."

Victoria giggled; I was squirming a little with discomfort.

"....I'm going to take the carrot to bed with me; I doubt weather you'd want to cook with it now anyway! Good night both."

Victoria kissed John on the lips, not a daughterly peck on his cheek like usual, a full on, red blooded, kiss on the lips, long and hard, then she leaned over him to kiss me in the same way and as she kissed me I realised that her belly was pressing against her father's erection.

John looked a little guiltily in my direction as Victoria bounced up from the sofa and headed for the stairs. There was a huge bubble of pre-cum on the end of his cock and Victoria was rubbing the tip of her carrot dildo against the wet patch on her belly.

"Anything you need darling?"

I knew that he was asking if I needed a drink of some kind, I guess in a way, I was planning on a kind of drink. I smiled at him and then I said, "A little room would be nice!"

John looked confused, "Stand up for a moment please darling."

John stood up with an expression on his face that looked like he was asking what he had done wrong, I was sure that he thought I was mad at him for painting our daughter's belly with his pre-cum but he didn't know for sure. We had after all spent the whole evening in a semi-sexual state, even if nothing had really happened; we had just all been free to behave naturally and without inhibition for once.

While John was still puzzling over why I didn't want him sitting next to me all of a sudden I rolled around into the position that Victoria had been just before she said goodnight to us both. Once I was comfortable, or as comfortable as I could be, I said, "Come round here, stand in front of me!"

The look on John's face was one of pure confusion, then, as I reached out for his cock and pulled him in to me, aiming his cock head into my open mouth, the look of confusion turned to one of realisation and surprise. He pushed himself hard into my mouth, I choked and had to twist my head out of the way so his cock disengaged from my mouth.

I was panting for breath, "Take it slowly, don't push, I have to try and swallow you in, I'll pat your bottom when you can try taking over for yourself."

John started to apologise but I stopped him and wriggled back into place. I took his cock into my mouth again and eased him in slowly, gently. I was trying to remember how Vicky had managed to get the banana into my throat, I felt John's cockhead nuzzling against the back of my throat and I began to swallow, I had to concentrate very hard and swallow even harder but I finally felt his cockhead engage and then pass through into my throat.

I patted his bottom as soon as I was sure all of his cockhead had passed through into my throat. John pulled his hips back and thrust forward again and once again I gagged and coughed and had to move my head out of the way.

"So, when I pat your bottom, don't pull your cock out of my throat, push it further in, try not to let it slip out once it's in."

"I'm sorry darling, I'm screwing things up, it's really great that you're trying but perhaps it would be better if we just took it a little slower."

"Didn't you like it?"

"Oh my God, don't think that, I haven't felt anything so wonderful in my life but I don't want to mess it all up and put you off ever trying again."

"Well, let's just try it one more time, let me get it in my throat, then I'll pat your bum again and you just push in slowly as far as you can go, then just make little movements. If I want you to stop, I'll pat your bum again, if I do just pull out slowly all the way, okay?"

John grinned like a kid in a sweetie shop and nodded his head. We started all over again, I managed to get his cock engaged in half the time on the second try, when I patted his bottom he just leaned in gently and his cock slowly slipped in another half an inch. Once his cock was in as far as he could get it, he shook his hips a little from side to side and then pulled back a fraction of an inch before leaning in once again.

John fumbled around for five minutes and then started to speed up slightly, pulling further back and pushing in slightly harder and faster with each thrust. I was at the point where I was about to pat his bottom because of the discomfort and then John bellowed and I could feel his cock jerking in my throat so I left him a moment longer and he slowly backed out, as his cock slipped into my mouth I got the first bitter tell-tale sign that he had climaxed down into my throat.

My voice was crackling and croaky as I asked, "Well, what did that feel like darling?"

"It was out of this world, I've never felt anything like it before in my life, thank you so much my darling for putting up with that for me."

John asked me if he could do anything to help me cum but I was still very sore so I shook my head. At least I had a new skill to add to my sexual repertoire, now if I was sore between my legs in the future and John needed sex, I knew I'd be able to give him pleasure easily enough, just so long as I kept up the practice. Practice I could do with John, a banana or a carrot.

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