This story is written for amnesiac35, a friend I met in a MSN chat room. This story contains subject matter of an adult nature and should not be opened if you are under the age of consent in your country or if your community forbids the reading of erotic material.

Working as I do on the switch board from time to time I get to talk to most people in the company, usually only to connect them to an outside line or to tell them who is calling in for them. I'm a very friendly and outgoing thirty-seven year old wife and mother to two wonderful teenage girls, the company I work for is small and that give me the opportunity to get to try my hand at lots of different jobs in the office but the best job of all is the switchboard.

Terry is the production manager, everyone says he will defiantly be the next person to be made into a director, and that will make him the youngest director in the two hundred year history of the company. I noticed that whenever Terry wanted a connection to the outside world he would chat longer than an of the other managers, he seemed to be genuinely interested in me, I even noticed that when I was on reception he would go out of his way to come in through the front door and ask how I was and what my family had been up to. Terry was a year younger than me but because there was something different about him he seemed much older and worldly- wise than me. I actually started to look forward to his arrival each day, where most of the senior managers would rush past me in the morning with never a comment Terry would spend ten minutes at least each time he saw me making polite conversation. Sharon had a theory that Terry fancied me and that he was actually flirting with me rather than just being nice.

I was clock watching, I had skipped breakfast, the front office was roasting hot and, well I hated clothes at the best of times, I was wishing that I was at home in my garden, eating my lunch in my brand new pergola in the nude, I spent most of my time at home in the nude, even in winter, but then it would be in the house rather than in my very private garden. It was eleven forty five and I was really starving, I was soaking with sweat and was facing the prospect of having to dash home and shower and change instead of eating my lunch. I was due to be working in data processing all afternoon, Sharon and Betty would make snooty noises at me if I turned up in their office in the state I was in right now.

Terry walked out of the main office, my gaze flicked from the clock to his face and back, he followed my eyes and asked if it was time for my lunch, "fifteen minutes" I replied. "What have you got planned for the girls half term holiday?" He asked. "Just planning on a quiet fortnight, a few day trips out but mainly I'll be recharging my batteries for the fortnight". I asked Terry if he had any children, realising that he always asked after my family but I had never heard anything about his. He was single and had no children but he told me that was his greatest regret, he loved his job, all the success he had achieved over his career but at the cost of not having the family that he craved.

"Phew, Rose, how can you stand this heat, we should go on strike until the MD stumps up for some air-conditioning for the reception!" I almost jumped out of my skin, Sue, the woman that was taking over reception had come in behind me while I was totally engrossed in what Terry was saying, I hadn't even realised that it was twelve o'clock. I picked up my handbag and started to rush out of the office, Terry called me back "Why all the rush?" He asked, I explained that I desperately needed to go home, shower and change before the afternoons entertaining data input session, "Well when do you get to eat?" "I'll just have to skip that luxury in favour of mine and the other girl's comfort!" "May I drive you home, you can eat your sandwiches while I drive and I can eat my sandwiches while you shower and change". My mind was racing, perhaps Sharon was right, if Terry was hitting on me, sorry flirting with me, then this would be the perfect opportunity for him to make his move. It took me all of three milliseconds to accept Terry's kind offer.

I walked to my clapped out Astra to retrieve my cool bag with it's contents of bread, ham and pickle, the two ice packs had made a valiant effort to protect my food from the almost tropical temperature inside my car. Terry pulled up at my side in his silver BMW, its shape reminded me of a shark, long, low and streamlined, but was I to be it's pray or not? I opened the passenger door and was hit by an icy blast, in the few seconds that the car had been running it's air-conditioning had removed the sting of the sun's rays, I sat in the cool compartment, more luxurious than my living room, I sank into the soft kid leather of the seat, I opened my sandwiches as Terry sped from the car park, I started to give him directions but he told me he knew the village I lived in and had a good idea which house I lived in too. My sandwiches were warm and un-inviting but I ate them as we drove, Terry opened his glove box, that was chilled too, he put half of my sandwiches in and closed the door, "There" he said "They will be much better after a few minutes in my mobile freezer". We made small talk as we dashed along the A52 toward Melton Mowbray, all the time I was expecting Terry to rest his hand on my knee, there was something about him, he was working up to something but he seemed reluctant to let his guard down at that moment.

We pulled up on my drive without any prompting from me, I opened the front door and invited Terry into my living room, it was the typical mess that a family with two teenage girls would expect its living room to be. I was a little embarrassed at all the mess, the last thing I had planned that morning was to bring one of the companies brightest and best home to eat his sandwiches while I showered. Terry's eyes were wide open; I could just imagine what he was thinking. "Messy cow, how do I get out of here and back into my clinically clean German 'personal space'?" Terry asked if he could look, nodding his head toward a pile of photograph envelopes on my sideboard, we took hundreds of photographs but never seemed to get round to putting them into an album. "Sure!" I said, I made my excuses and retreated to my bedroom, I stripped and then remembered that I wasn't alone, I peered around the door into the hallway, the coast was clear so I ran across to the bathroom, I showered quickly and did the same journey in reverse, peering round the bathroom door to ensure that I wasn't overlooked as I dashed back to my bedroom. I realised how silly I was being, being a nudist, thousands of men had seen me in the nude but this was different, this was one of my managers.

I was searching for something light to put on when I realised that the photographs I had so casually agreed to Terry looking through were predominantly innocent family photographs but there were also photographs of all the family on holiday at a nudist resort, I bit my lip, dam, well too late now, all I could hope for was that he would have become bored with looking at my family minutia and put them down before getting to the Cap d'Agda pictures. I was about to walk out of the room when I checked myself; I pulled myself back into the room and used the mirror in the wardrobe to see how I looked. Probably not exactly right for the office but in the heat we were experiencing at the moment totally necessary. I walked into the living room, on the table were all the nude photographs, Terry had carefully laid them out, all my youngest daughter to one side, and in chronological order, he had managed to sort her pictures out exactly in order of her age at the time the photograph was taken, then my elder daughter, likewise expertly placed in chronological order, then my photographs, I realised that Terry must have looked through almost every photograph I posed to get the collection he had amassed, there were pictures of me in the nude that my father had taken when I was thirteen, they were on the extreme left of my personal growth portfolio.

Terry was studying the pictures in great detail, so much so that he didn't spot me enter the room. Then all of a sudden "You have a very beautiful family!" He said, then he added "I hope you don't mind me looking at these pictures, I'm totally mad about photography, these pictures should be on the wall on display!" He was sorting through the pictures of my husband in the same way that he had sorted the rest; he hadn't looked up at me since I had entered the room. There was a photograph of my husband standing on the beach at Cap d'Agda the summer before, he had an arm around the shoulder of each of our daughters, they were thirteen and fifteen at the time the picture was taken, Terry was examining the picture closely, "Your husband looks slightly excited in this picture, he looks like he is well equipped if this is his size when only slightly excited!" I could feel the blood rushing to my face, turning my usually dark complexion to a beetroot red.

"Does your husband often get excited while he is with his daughters?" I started to explain that John was only human, that he was probably excited by me taking his picture or anyone of the hundreds of other women that were just feet away from us while I was taking his picture but gave up, Terry was totally focused on the photograph, he wanted to know what camera I had used, flash or not, film type, ISO speed, focal length, F-stop setting, I could answer none of his questions, I had simply pointed the thing and pressed the button. "It's a shame, so much of the beauty of this picture is lost because of the set-up on the camera!" he said.

'Peeeep', Terry was brought back to earth by his palmtop warning him that he was approaching time for a meeting back at the office. "We have to go" he said, he threw his keys at me and asked if I would like to drive, as he hadn't eaten his lunch. I was amazed at the shear power in that car, I hit eighty miles an hour on a road that my Astra would have complained at fifty, the wheels were like they were glued to the road, I watched Terry eat out of the corner of my eye as I sped along at break-neck speed. He had a chicken leg and mixed salad, I was really impressed at how healthy his lunch was compared to most men I knew, and for that matter me too. I was asked to drop him at the rear entrance to the factory which was just a few feet from his office but a very long walk from main reception, he would come and find me for his keys later after his meeting.

By the time I found a safe place to park the BMW I was fifteen minutes late for work, I was about to apologise to Betty when she told me that Mr. Walkerdine had told her that I had given up my lunch to help him to produce the production figures for his meeting and that she would have to give me that hour at the end of the day. I was very confused all afternoon and at four o'clock Terry Walkerdine came into the office, I instantly blushed as I had earlier when Terry pointed out that my husband was semi erect in that photograph, my blush was picked up by Sharon even faster. Rose, the security guard has spotted you have a flat tyre, if you leave your key with him I'll take you home and pick you up in the morning, he picked up my handbag and lead me out of the data processing office. I asked him why he had told Betty that I had worked through my lunch, "There's no point in being the boss if you cant pull a few strokes" He said. I had to take a few things from my beat-up old car, sure enough the tyre was flat, I dropped the key at the security gate, explained that I wasn't a member of the AA or anything and the guard told me that it was ok he was going to sort it out for me. As Terry drove me home, he wasn't rushing as he had at lunchtime; he was quite a good driver for a BMW owner, we talked about naturism, photography and openness in families. I told him that I hoped I was open with my children and that as they were now getting more adult that I hoped they appreciated that. Then came an unexpected question, Terry wanted to know if I would allow him to join my family at the naturist beach some time, he had wanted to try it out but as he was alone he didn't want to just turn up on a beach he needed someone to show him the ropes.

I was at home an hour earlier than usual, my eldest daughter was looking after her sister at home, it had been two years since I felt the need to use an adult to look after the girls. The BMW whispered into my driveway, I thanked Terry for the lift and arranged to meet him at eight in the morning. I walked around the back of the house as usual; the back door was always unlocked, often even when we went out, as it was such a sleepy little village. Amanda was sitting at the kitchen table doing her homework; there was a pan of stew on the cooker and potatoes waiting to be put on the heat, I said "Hi" and Amanda almost jumped out of her skin. Normally you could set your watch by my comings and goings but on this one occasion I was an hour early arriving home from work. I asked where her sister was and Amanda blushed and stammered that she didn't know, I could hear music coming from my bedroom, I put my handbag on the table by my seat in the living room and followed the sound of heavy beat music up stairs, my bedroom door was half open, I could see the very pink bottom of a young man rising and falling between my eldest daughters thighs. My first reaction was to kill him first then her second, followed by Amanda for keeping her sisters secrets from me but in a split second I realised that at sixteen my daughter could engage in sexual acts, I was cross that she was using my bed for her pleasure but that was all. I joined Amanda in the kitchen without making a sound; I said, "You'd think she would at least close the door wouldn't you?" Amanda just shook her head, "I don't go up until you get home" she replied. "Well let's keep it our secret that I came home early" I tried to show my best reassuring smile as I said that.

I waited in the kitchen for forty-five minutes, then walked around the front of the house, I noticed that my window was open and that the music was now silent. I called out to an imaginary neighbour that I was having trouble with my car and had to get a lift home, I waited at the side of the house and heard the front door open and close and watched the back of the young man disappear down my drive, well practiced manoeuvre I thought to myself, and I wondered how long my daughter had been experimenting with that young man. I called out a hearty "Hello!" To my daughters, the potatoes were boiling away on the cooker, the smell of stew was wonderful and I realised just how lucky I was, I had often heard other mothers of teenagers bemoaning how little their offspring did around the house, I went to my room to change and shower and realised that my sheets had been changed, in the bathroom the linen basket was full of bedding, all the beds had been stripped and re-maid, I dumped my clothes on top of the dirty sheets and made a mental note to myself that I would have to wash the clothes tomorrow after work or the pile would get away from me.

I bumped into Clare in the hallway between her bedroom and the bathroom, I was expecting her to be nude, we all wander around the house most of the time in the nude but I was surprised to see that she had panties on. I did a double take, when something is out of place your eye is drawn to it like a magnet. I noticed that the colour of her panties was much darker between her legs, and as we chatted about her day and my puncture I realised that the dark patch was spreading.

My staring must have made Clare a little uncomfortable because she was turning her hips from side to side to try and throw my eye off of its target. Amanda squeezed between us and that broke my fixation, I stopped staring and asked if Clare would like a shower before dinner, the question was academic as it turned out because a newly naked Amanda squeezed back between us and disappeared into the shower. Clare and I just looked at each other for a long moment and burst out laughing. John phoned around ten o'clock, he always tried to ring in time to talk to the girls when he was working away and the further away he was the more important it was for him to talk to his girls every night. Amanda was waiting patiently for him to call and she spoke to him first and then went to bed, Clare had a few moments and passed the phone over to me. John was still in the office, he would be working most of the night, he told me a few things about the city he was in, although he didn't get much time to see any of the sights.

John was planning on working over the weekend instead of travelling all the way back from Poland on Friday night and then back on Monday morning. His plan was to work hard for twelve days then take a week off to spend with our daughters and me. It would mean that I would have the girls to my self during the first week of their holidays and if necessary I could go back to work during their second week while John looked after them. As I was talking to John Clare went into the kitchen to go through her pre bed routine. I'm not sure if she has become very health conscious or a bit of a hypochondriac but before bed each night Clare would take a series of vitamins, with zinc and iron supplement and even cod liver oil, all washed down with chocolate milk. I mentioned to John that my care was still at work with a flat tyre, I chided John for not putting me on his AA membership so that I had to get a lift home and rely on the good auspices of the security guard to change my tyre for me.

John apologised for forgetting to put me on his AA Membership and then he asked if it had made me very late home, I told him that quite the contrary I was home an hour earlier than normal because, and here I told a little white lie, I had worked through my lunch break. John's voice suddenly changed from his usual light hearted but tired voice to one full of concern. John asked if everything was ok when I got home, I made the non verbal grunt that would usually be taken as no problems at all, then there was a sound of relief in John's voice and he asked if Clare was still up or had she gone to bed. "In the kitchen still" I replied, John wanted to say good night to her so I called her; she took the phone and sat by my side. I heard John's voice faintly through the back of the phone, "Your mother" and "Home early today" came through to me before Clare swapped the phone to her other ear and her face drained of all colour. "Ok dad I will!" Clare said before putting the receiver down. Clare looked really worried as she turned to face me; I guessed that she was thinking that if I had seen anything earlier it was conceivable that I would wait until Amanda was in bed before taking her to task. She sat expectantly watching my face for some sort of sign and eventually asked if it was ok for her to go to bed. I said, "Sure, good night and sleep tight don't let the bedbugs bite!"

I watched TV for an hour after Clare went to bed; I had found a half bottle of red wine in the kitchen. Clare had opened the bottle to use in the stew she had cooked for our evening meal and before I went to bed I had emptied the rest into myself. I walked through the lower floor of the house making sure the doors were locked and the windows were all closed. During the summer we left all the windows upstairs open and all the doors too, we tried to capture every last bit of breeze to try and cool the bedrooms down. We had all progressed through summer duvets, then just the duvet cover until we were all sleeping in the nude under light cotton sheets. I looked through Amanda's door, she was deeply sleeping, I went in and covered her over with her cotton sheet. Then as I passed Clare's door I noticed that she was totally uncovered, usually I wouldn't cover her over, at sixteen I felt that she could decide how she wanted to sleep but tonight I was drawn into her room. Clare was on her back, her legs were wide apart, it reminded me of earlier when a young man was holding her legs in that position with his hips while he pressed his manhood into her. I bent down and grasped Clare's sheet, then my eye was drawn to the space between her legs, something was wrong, as I drew the sheet over her I realised that her inner beauty wasn't on display as I had expected but something was blocking her entrance. I felt very awkward as I inspected closely around Clare's vagina, she had what looked like a butt-plug inserted in her vagina, the only difference to an actual but-plug was that there was a round plug instead of the usual 'T' shaped stopper. I finished covering her over and went to bed. I slept fitfully, the image of the guy fucking Clare in my bed kept playing over in my mind, and the strange things that had happened during the evening culminating in Clare sleeping with some sort of plug filling her vagina.

The birds woke me well before my alarm clock, I padded around the house in the nude, both girls were still sleeping so I took a book into the garden and still in the nude I sat in a sun-lounger and read in the cool dawn light. The book had transported me to foreign shores, all about pirates in the Caribbean and the appalling things they did to women they captured. Amanda ran out with my bathrobe, she startled me slightly and it was unusual to see her in her robe too. "There's a man knocking at the front door mum" she whispered I pulled the bathrobe on and checked my watch, it was seven thirty so I should have had plenty of time before Terry was due to call for me. I had hardly stood up when Terry walked around the corner and into my back garden; I pulled my robe tightly around me and pointed out to Terry that he was extremely early. Terry apologised and made the weak excuse that he had misjudged how long it would take him to get from Melton Mowbray to my village.

I took Terry through to the living room and asked if he would like a coffee or tea, "Nothing for me!" he replied. I asked him to excuse me while I dressed, and left the room, as I started to climb the stairs Terry followed me from the living room, "Do you have a dark business suit? Something in navy or black?" he asked me. I thought for a moment and nodded, it was hardly the weather for dark business suits but I guessed that Terry had a reason for asking me. I climbed two more steps and "would you put some dark tights or stockings on as well please?" I stopped and looked back at him crossly "It's too dammed hot for tights and I'm sorry but I don't have any stockings!" Terry smiled at me, "Hold it right there" he said as he ran out of the front door. When Terry returned to the hallway he had a pack of stockings in his hand, they were very dark tan and I took them from his hand and I told him it was ok for him to wait in the living room for me. I looked back from the top step of the stairs; Terry was still there watching me as I turned the corner on to the landing. I had a few suspender belts, most were very plain and functional but typically all I could find right now was a very fancy belt that John had brought back from one of his trips.

The suspender belts were a little impractical but if I put them on I knew that John would have me out of them in less than an hour so practicality wasn't a problem. The suspender belt was burgundy, very frilly and lacy and were part of a set which included panties and half cup bra. The panties were an elasticised waste band with lace that matched the suspender belt and a triangle of material with its base stitched to the front of the waistband and the apex stitched precariously to the back. When I opened the stockings I was impressed to find that they were real sheer silk, as I pulled them on I felt them snagging on my leg stubble so back in to the bathroom and deforest the legs. With my underwear set and stockings on I stood and looked in my full-length mirror, I looked extremely good if I did say so myself. I tried several blouses on and selected a thin cream silk blouse with a high slightly Chinese style neck. I dropped my skirt on the floor and as I bent down I realised just how impractical my panties were to wear to work all day. Then came another slight problem, my skirt was quite short with a slit on the thigh, the dark stocking tops clearly showing in the slit, but it was too late to alter things now, so I pulled the skirt as low as I dared and put my jacket on. Looking back in the large mirror there was something that screamed out 'WRONG!' at me, I had flat shoes on and my posture was all wrong for the suit, so, even though I hated wearing them, I put on my four inch heal shoes. I was right, the shoes had lifted my height by the four inches but more than that they had tipped my bottom in and my chest out flattening my stomach as they went.

I was now late for work, when I started getting ready I was thirty minutes ahead of schedule but now thirty minutes behind. I was surprised that Terry hadn't been shouting up the stairs after me as he would now be late to the office too. I walked into the living room and struck a pose, just about to say "Ta-Da! What do you think of that" when I realised that the living room was empty. I went into the kitchen, Clare was washing the breakfast pots and Terry was sitting at the kitchen table going through Amanda's homework with her, he was explaining some complex math problem that Amanda had answered wrongly. I had to admit that I was not so good at complex maths but the way Terry explained things I was sure that even I would be able to answer the questions in Amanda's homework book. Terry was probably sitting closer to Amanda than was strictly necessary and he seemed to be taking every opportunity to look inside her bath robe, I had no idea why I was worrying about it, if we were on the beach Terry would have been able to look at all of Amanda's body, it was just strange then a relative stranger was looking at Amanda in our kitchen while I was dressing and Clare was washing the pots, two people engaged in ordinary mundane activities while the other two, well I didn't like to think about it. I cleared my throat and Terry jumped to his feet, "Ready?" He asked, I nodded my head and we left the house.

Terry turned left when he left my village, he would have had to turn right to take us to our office, I asked him where he was taking us and he told me that he had phoned the office after he got home the night before and had arranged for me to assist him with an important contract negotiation in London. "Amanda tells me that your husband is in Poland" Terry said in a matter of fact way. That's a pity; it means we have to drive all the way back tonight even if we are knackered. I just sat back and watched the countryside pass my window as a green blur interspersed with the occasional car that Terry had overtaken. Terry gestured with his head toward the back seat; "I have brought a book along for you to look through! He said. The book was old, written in French and published around fifty years ago. I used my schoolgirl French to translate the title as 'The exhibition of the nude family'. The first page had a family group with man, woman and two teenage children, I didn't understand most of the text but worked out that the girls were Thirteen and seventeen. Very similar to the ages of my own children, I flicked slowly through the pages, watching the couple age slightly, then the eldest daughter was twenty and heavily pregnant.

There were many pages dedicated to the woman's growing stomach, and then there was a picture of the woman with her child nursing at her breast, "Look closely at the baby" Terry said, I did, it was a boy and he was nude like his mother, he had a small erection which baby boys often have, so nothing unusual there. Without looking at the page Terry translated the text, the author was expounding that the baby at such a young age had associated feeding with pleasure and pleasure with sex, as I flicked through the book there were many pictures of the boy growing with his mother and grandparents. I pointed out that we hadn't seen the baby's father in any of the pictures and terry said he was sure that I had seen his father at least once in the previous photographs. As he book went on the boy grew, as did his phallus, every time he was pictured with food he had either an erection or a partial erection. I spent over an hour looking through the pages of that book, the photography was excellent but because the subject was just one family it was a little boring. Then toward the end of the book there was a photograph of the child as an older teenager with his grandfather, I laughed out loud, "Misprint here on this page, it translates roughly as boy and father enjoying friendly competition, it should have been grandfather!" Terry just shook his head slowly, "That man happens to be both father and grandfather" Terry said.

As we neared London Terry asked me if I would consider allowing Amanda to pose for a photographic session, I asked what kind and Terry said, "Well at least you didn't say no out of hand!" and he laughed, the last few miles Terry was briefing me on my part in the contract negotiations. The meeting was tough and I soon realised just how important the contract would be to our company, we had a four hour long battle royal with the customers, losing a few points but gaining the upper hand on far more points. We drove home tired and hungry, Terry offered to stop on the road for a slap up meal to celebrate but I told him that Clare would have cooked enough for him as well as me and that if we didn't stop I would be home around my normal time. We pulled onto my drive about fifteen minutes earlier than my usual arrival time; I noticed that my bedroom window was open and that the house was in total silence, even Terry's silent executive saloon was heard as it pulled onto the drive. I used my key, something that was unheard of, and entered the front door, bumping into a young man standing with hand resting on the latch to beat a hasty retreat as I walked around the back. I gasped slightly, this was no sixteen year old boy, he was easily twenty or older, Clare ran down stairs in her panties, saw Terry and turned on her heals and ran back up again. Terry had the broadest of grins across his face; the young man introduced himself to me and then ran off to an awaiting car at the end of the road. I noticed that all the washing from the previous night was hanging on the line, I shouldn't be too cross with Clare, she had cooked a great meal, washed two loads of laundry and hung it out to dry and had changed my bed once again.

Terry staid well after the meal was over, Amanda had started out sitting by his side on the sofa, Terry watching over her as she worked on her homework, he was asking her why she did this or that as she worked, getting her to question her own answers and in that way aiding her understanding of what she was writing down. When Amanda had finished all of her homework Terry asked if she would like him to read to her, we used to do that when Amanda was young but hadn't done it for a good few years. Amanda was pleased as punch at the opportunity to have Terry read to her and she brought the latest Harry Potter for him to read to her. I had changed into comfortable clothes, Clare had spent the meal in her bathrobe and Amanda had been sitting dressed in her school uniform. When she brought her book for Terry to read to her she had undressed and was now in her bathrobe. I had expected Amanda to sit back on the sofa next to Terry but she climbed up on to his knee, she giggled that the last time anyone had read to her she was sitting on their knee and it seemed somehow the right place to enjoy that sort of close personal relationship of reader and readee. I was reading a book of my own, I had resisted the temptation of offering Terry a drink of wine or beer because of his having to drive home and so I had refrained from drinking too.

Amanda had fallen asleep on Terry's lap, I offered to take her off of him but he told me that he was at an interesting point in the book and needed Amanda there as an excuse to finish the chapter. He continued reading out loud; making his voice change to match the different characters as if Amanda was still listening to him read the story. I lifted Amada from his lap, thankful that she was very small and light for her age, as her small body cleared his lap I noticed that Terry had quite a bulge in his trousers, Amanda's rhythmic breathing must have turned Terry on quite a bit and he was totally unconcerned that I had seen his boner pushing his trousers out in front of him. When I returned to the living room Terry was already on his feet, he would be by to pick me up in the morning, I looked puzzled but he pointed out that we didn't pick my car up from work earlier.

I went to bed as soon as Terry left, it had been a long day, I had been on quite a sexual high for most of the day, I was exercising power, arguing with business men and making my point, I was dressed to kill and I had left plenty of corpses in my wake. When I got into bed the image entered my head of Amanda sitting on Terry's lap while he had an erection, then back to the young man that had been spending after school hours with my eldest daughter in my bedroom and then back to the way I had dressed earlier, my fingers had wandered between my thighs in an absent minded way, I had started off very slowly, just rubbing my fingers through the hair standing sentinel in front of my vagina. Then slowly parting my labia and allowing my index finger to stray over my sensitive bud, just a few light presses and I felt my climax welling up through my body, I reached forward and down and forced my fingers to enter my tunnel while still maintaining clitoral pressure, my back now arching off of the bed, my stomach reaching up to my climax. At that moment the phone rang, John was calling from Poland again, he was disappointed that both girls had already gone to bed but he was very late ringing tonight. I was still a little high from my climax and must have bubbled over with the excitement of the day's work because John was chuckling at me on the other end of the phone. I slept far better after my climax than I had the night before and it took the alarm clock all of it persuasive power to drag me from my sleep.

I was eating breakfast in the kitchen when Terry knocked at the back door, I opened it without thinking, I was standing there with a bowl of "wheaty puffs" in my hand and not a stitch on my body, Amanda and Clare were also in the kitchen in the nude, normally we would have all rushed off to put something on to cover our nakedness if we had visitors at home but Terry just seemed to be like one of the family now and none of us seemed in any hurry to cover up from him. Terry made a bee line for Amanda; he asked her if she would like another chapter of Harry Potter before school, Amanda said "Alright" and Terry walked into the living room again with the nude Amanda following in his tracks.

After a while I popped my head round the door and Amanda was sitting on Terry's knee, she was nude and he was dressed but I felt a little uncomfortable, I pointed out that Amanda knew better than to sit down in the nude without a towel under her, she hopped off of Terry's knee and ran to the bathroom for a towel, Terry had a huge erection, I was absolutely fixated on it standing proud in front of him, there was a tiny dark patch above where his cock eye was, he was obviously producing pre-cum and a lot of it too. I expected that Amanda would see Terry's discomfort on her return and she would sit by his side instead of on his knee. Amanda returned, placed her towel on Terry's lap and I watched in total amazement as she carefully repositioned his phallus so that it was lying flat against her bottom as she sat down. Terry rested one hand on Amanda's thigh and started to read from where he left off the night before. Amanda wriggled about a little and I was torn between staying and watching my baby sitting on this grown mans knee and the need to get dressed for work. Terry said "Oh I forgot to tell you, because we did so well yesterday we have to do it all over again today in Chesterfield, we don't have to rush off though today, perhaps we can drop the girls off at school on our way through. I sat on my usual seat in the living room, resting a book on my lap but not reading it at all, Terry was watching me in between reading Harry Potter to my daughter who was wriggling uncomfortably on Terry's lap, "Why don't you take your trousers off and then I wouldn't have to sit on this scratchy towel" Amanda said. Deep inside of me I was screaming "No stop this right now" but I sat there just watching Terry passively as he undressed at my thirteen year old daughter's request.

Terry stood up, in more ways than one, as he took his trousers and underpants down his semi hard cock bounced straight in front of him, Amanda was staring closely at his phallus and her attention was only serving to make it grow harder and longer, Amanda looked at me, "look mum Terry has a wily that is much bigger than daddies!" Amanda placed her towel on the sofa and Terry sat down on it. Amanda sat back on Terry's knee, he was looking directly into my eyes now, watching for me to break and tell Amanda to go to her room and get dressed. I had always said to myself that I wouldn't ever try to dictate how my children acted either dressed or nude; so long as they weren't being coerced into doing anything that they didn't want to do then I had to accept that they could do whatever they wanted to do.

Amanda settled back on Terry's lap, not sitting directly on his cock this time but with it standing pressing against her outer thigh. Terry replaced his hand on Amanda's thigh but this time Amanda had rested her hand so that her fingertips were just touching Terry's cock shaft. My mouth was incredibly dry watching the sight unfold in front of me, I had an itch between my legs that I desperately wanted to scratch, but knew that I couldn't do that to this particular image. I watched as Amanda moved her hand so that she now had his cock head in her palm, she closed her hand over it's' head and then lifted her hand up, drawing a long string of Terry's lubricating fluid up into the air, then she returned her hand to his cock and I watched as she rubbed very slowly and gently in a circular motion over Terry's cock head.

Amanda's other hand pulled Terry's hand, resting as it was on her thigh, toward her small forest of hair, Terry brushed his fingers through her hairy mound and Amanda instinctively opened her thighs, from the position I was sitting I could see right up into Amanda's pussy, she was leaking her own lubricating fluid, I could see it trickling out of her and down onto Terry's lap, Amanda guided Terry's fingers to her opening, she was looking directly at me now as was Terry, all pretence at reading now abandoned. I watched as one of Terry's fingers brushed through Amanda's labia, she looked like someone had just given her an electric chock she jumped so much. Her jolt was a jolt for me too, I stood up and said that I would have to go and get dressed for work.

Terry told Amanda that she ought to think about getting dressed too, she looked devastated but she did as Terry told her to. I dressed much the same way as I had the day before, Terry drove the girls to school dropping Clare off at her school first and then Amanda, he walked her to the school gate and kissed her tenderly as they parted. Terry got back in the car and drove towards Chesterfield, we travelled in silence and just before we reached the outskirts of Chesterfield Terry asked me if I had been as turned on as he was earlier, I said nothing but he knew that I had been.

Terry reached out and touched my stocking covered thigh, slid his hand up toward my panties and as his fingers reached the material covering my pussy he could feel from my wetness that I had a need that I was desperate to have satisfied. Terry asked me if I would like to have sex with a seventeen year old boy, I didn't answer once again, then Terry spun the car wheels as he raced back onto the road, we arrived at the company office where we were due to have our meeting, Terry took the MD to one side and whispered something to him, the MD picked up the tannoy microphone and called for Tommy to come to the office.

Tommy was a fresh faced youth, he looked like he was straight out of school, the MD whispered something to Tommy and then he introduced me to Tommy, Tommy was the MD's son and he was working at the factory during the half term break from sixth form college. I wasn't really listening to anything that was being said, I was very frustrated, I had expected Terry to want to fuck me in that gateway on the way to the factory, he had reached my promised gates and then turned his back on me. Tommy took my hand and lead me away, "My dad told me to show you around the place Rose" Tommy said as he led me along a passageway. I was now paying total attention to Tommy, he opened a doorway at the very end of the passage, "My father 'entertains' in here!" he said.

The room was small but very well furnished, there was a king sized bed and cocktail cabinet in the room. "Mr Walkerdine told my father that you might need a little rest" Tommy said as he pointed to the bed. I understood perfectly, Terry was using my body today just as he had the day before, only this time instead of distracting the opposition he was using me to fuck our company into the contract. Tommy reached out and touched my face, "Would you like to lie down on the bed?" he asked. He told me that he was a virgin and hoped that wouldn't put me off being with him. I unzipped my skirt, my thinking was that I may as well get this over with and get back to work, Tommy's face lit up as he saw the way I was dressed, I stripped down to my undies, still wearing my four inch heels.

Tommy undressed in less than a second, his manhood was nothing special and as soon as my hand touched it he fired off a string of sperm, "Dam" I said to myself, I was so hot and horny right now I would have fucked a dog just to get satisfaction. Tommy was devastated, he was about to run away when I caught hold of him, I started to work my magic on his now soft cock, I used my mouth to breathe life back into his cock and this time I had him on top of me before he could fire off early again.

I managed to steady Tommy when he started to race ahead again, getting him to lay still, his cock buried in my body, eventually he managed to fuck me all the way to both his and my orgasm. I was about to dress when Tommy told me that his father would like me to stop in the room for a while if I wouldn't mind. I wasn't exactly satisfied by Tommy's performance, but I had to think twice about letting his father fuck me as well.

I talked myself into stopping, I went into the en-suit bathroom and washed my pussy out over the bidet, I just returned to the bedroom as the MD walked in the room. He looked appreciatively at me dressed as I was in only bra, panties and stockings with suspender belt. Tommy's father was as different to Tommy as chalk was to cheese; his weapon was almost as large as Terry's and he certainly had no problem with premature ejaculation either. He fucked me royally for almost two hours; I knew that I had been well and truly fucked after he was finished.

I dressed and joined Terry just in time for lunch, the four of us went to a local pub for a meal, Tommy had a huge grin on his face for the entire meal and his father gave me a card with his phone number on it, he offered me a job any time I wanted one, senior position and all the extracurricular activity I wanted. We drove back towards Nottingham at three o'clock, Terry told me that we wouldn't bother going in to work this afternoon as we had both worked too hard in the last two days and we needed the relaxation time. Terry dropped me off at home and I don't know why but I invited him back for dinner later, which he gladly accepted. I was home about fifteen minutes before my daughters were due home from school. I decided to see exactly what was going on in my bedroom and after going in the house I locked the back door behind me and made everything look as if I was still at work, I hid in the wardrobe in my bedroom when I saw the young man's car pull up in the lane outside my house, the girls were both in the car with him, he seemed reluctant to follow Clare along the drive but she persuaded him with a kiss.

Both Clare and the young man made their way to my bedroom without any formality, Clare stripped totally and lay on my bed, the man did likewise and he lay next to Clare, he kissed her and was feeling between her legs, then he pulled the plug, that I had seen in her vagina two nights before, out of her tight vagina. "Remember to wash this before you put it back in and before you go to bed" the man reminded Clare. "We only have to do it for two more days and then I'll be past my fertile period!" Clare told the man, then it dawned on me that Clare was taking all those minerals and vitamins to prepare her body for the drain a baby would put on her. Clare was trying with this young man to have a baby and John must have known all about it, that explained the phone conversation the other night. I watched from my place of concealment as the man fucked my daughter, very clinically, with little passion, he was performing an act rather than making love because he loved her.

The guy managed to ejaculate three times into Clare before she waddled off to wash the plug and replace it in her vagina. I thought that the man was never going to leave, then the second piece of the jigsaw fell into place, they waited until they heard me arrive so that I wouldn't bump into him accidentally as he left the house. Fortunately for me Terry arrived earlier than we had arranged, and hearing his BMW through the open window of my bedroom Clare started to strip my bed and the boy made his way down the stairs.

I watched as Clare quickly made my bed with fresh linen, I could hear Terry's footsteps along the path at the side of the house leading to my back garden and then the front door open and close, Clare was in her own room now but as all the bedroom doors were still open it took all my skill to extract myself from my bedroom without being spotted by Clare.

I met Terry in the kitchen, "You OK?" He asked me, "Sure why?" "Well, earlier, with Tommy and his father, are you on birth control?" I shook my head, "Safe period, fingers crossed!" My husband and I used condoms when it was my danger period and trusted to luck for the rest of the time, not that sex was performed that often between my husband and myself, we were more like best friends than lovers after so long together.

Terry looked serious for a moment, "You know that what you did today with those two will have guaranteed the jobs of over two hundred workers for three months don't you?" All I could do was shrug my shoulders, I didn't know what the size of the contract would be or even if my having sex with the MD of the Chesterfield company would have a positive result.

"They only sent me out on these negotiations because the company is struggling for work, we have come close to folding twice in the last year, between yesterday and today, you have given us a six month breathing space and if you continue to be nice to Tommy and his dad we'll get a repeat order next year. Now I need to do is find enough work for another six months and we may get through the down-turn without losing any staff at all, and I'm sure that you will feature highly in turning contacts into contracts!"

Terry's face changed, he broke into a Cheshire cat grin, "It's a pity you've been fucked already today, I'm so horny now that I could fuck a horse!"

We both thought that we were alone in the kitchen but we were wrong, Amanda was in the utility room, she was gluing yogurt pots and washing-up liquid bottles together on the counter out there and had overheard everything, she popped her head around the door and as she spoke I almost jumped out of my skin, "Can I help?"

I thought that Terry's grin was as wide as it could possibly be but it widened even more, "I'd love a little help with my problem if it's OK with your mother?" Again I just shrugged my shoulders, it wasn't up to me what Amanda wanted to do, and it had turned me on sooooooooo much the day before when Amanda was touching Terry's cock.

"So, what's on offer?" Amanda thought for a moment, then she touched her index finger to her body, pointing to her pussy, "I think you'll be a bit big for me there, I've tried to put the handle of my hairbrush inside but it hurt too much!" Then she looked at the palm of her hand and wriggled her fingers, then she tapped the index finger to her mouth a few times, "Whatever you want!"

Terry took Amanda by the hand and led her towards the stairs, then as an afterthought he reached behind him and took hold of my hand too and towed us both up the stairs, "Where is your room Rose?" Amanda rushed ahead and showed terry the way to my room.

Terry undressed in a flash, then he started to undress Amanda, telling me to undress myself as he went, Amanda was stripped slowly, terry kissed her a lot as he undressed her, he praised her for how she looked, how she smelled and how she tasted as he kissed every bit of her body that he exposed.

Once Amanda was totally naked Terry sat her on the edge of my bed and stood in front of her, stood in both ways, Amanda reached out with both hands and started to slide her hands up and down Terry's shaft, I stood there like a spare part, just watching as Amanda worked Terry's cock, then she leaned forward, I noticed a bead of pre-cum had formed on Terry's cock head, Amanda licked it off then sat back and began to masturbate him again.

The bead of pre-cum quickly reformed and again Amanda leaned forward and as she licked Terry's cock-head clean Terry put his hand on the back of her head and pulled her mouth hard against his dick, Amanda opened for him and he pushed an inch or so of his cock into Amanda's mouth.

After about fifteen minutes Terry was nowhere near to a climax, he pulled his hips back so that he cock slipped out of Amanda's mouth, he stopped her masturbating him too, then he kissed her and thanked her for trying, "Darling Amanda, you have done so well but I'm afraid that there is only one place I can get my climax but thank you so much for trying!"

Amanda looked at me, she was expecting Terry to switch his attention to me, she was looking directly at my pussy area, then she gave a little jump movement, "Well I suppose you could try the other place on me!"

Terry told me to sit on the bed, I was almost in a trance watching my daughter sucking Terry's cock but Terry's instruction made me snap back into the real world, I sat on the bed and Terry lifted Amanda so that she was sitting on my lap with her back against my stomach, then Terry started kissing Amanda passionately as he pushed one finger into her little cunt, then he pushed his thumb hard against her clitoris and began to vibrate his hand from side to side.

Amanda rocketed off to planet orgasm, well, more Orgasm with a capital 'O', Amanda was jerking about so much that I had to pull her hard against me to stop the back of her head crashing against my breasts and chest as she thrashed about.

I felt rather than saw when Terry introduced a second finger into the game, Amanda froze for a few seconds, took a deep gasp of air and then she rocketed off again to the climactic universe. Terry gave Amanda almost thirty minutes of pleasure; I was drenched in her sweat as was she.

Then Terry let Amanda calm down a few seconds, he even ran down to the kitchen to fetch a glass of juice for her to drink, "Well Amanda, can I try to fuck you now?" Amanda still had the glass to her lips but she nodded her head enthusiastically. Terry took the glass and finished the juice off himself, then hr started to massage his own cock slowly, drawing his hand from his balls upwards, he was pulling as much pre-cum to the head of his cock as he could.

Terry positioned himself on the bed between both mine and Amanda's legs, he was kissing Amanda as he passed her legs up to me and told me to hold her legs as high as I could and as wide too. Then he used both hands to pull her pussy lips as wide as he could, he brought his hips into play as he rubbed all the pre-cum he had gathered on his cock-head against Amanda's pussy lips.

Terry whispered, "Are you ready to try?" Amanda just nodded her head; I felt her tense up as terry pressed his hips forward, Amanda held her breath as the head of Terry's cock bulldozed her opening hard, I could feel the power that Terry was using to get his cock into Amanda it was pushing through Amanda's pussy and pushing me against the padded headboard.

I felt a sudden easing of the pressure and I thought that Terry had given up but suddenly Amanda was doing 'Lamarse' breathing, just the way I had during child birth, I peeked over Amanda's shoulder, Terry had his cockhead all the way inside her pussy and was forcing more in as Amanda was using the breathing technique to induce partial Oxygen narcosis. Terry was giving lots of praise and heaps of kisses, Amanda was in a lot of pain but was trying desperately hard not to show it too much.

Terry was starting to get a little concerned, he even offered to stop but Amanda almost shook her head off of her shoulders, there were tears in her eyes and a very pained expression on her face but she was desperate for Terry to carry on.

Terry had been very careful, took things very slowly, he had about four of his nine inch long cock buried in my daughters cunt then he suddenly went wild, I could hear him repeating over and over again, "I'm sorry darling, I can't help it, can't hold back anymore!" Amanda was gasping, "It's OK, just do it!" Between breaks for the pain to subside.

Terry was pounding his body against me and Amanda, pounding his meat into her tiny body, the gasps and tears had turned into full on crying from Amanda, she was bravely trying hard not to cry out with the pain as well, I looked again, Terry's cock was covered in my daughters blood but he was all the way in her, and pulling back so that all that was left in her was just his cockhead.

I realise that Terry was working hard to climax as fast as he could to minimise Amanda's discomfort, suddenly there was a loud bellow as Terry climaxed hard, Amanda was now laughing out loud between her sobs, she could feel the red-hot seed spewing out of Terry's cock and filling her body up.

Terry held his cock inside Amanda as long as he could, he lifted her off of my lap still connected to her, "You should get a towel or something!" I jumped off the bed, looked down and was a little worried that my pubic hair was covered in Amanda's blood. I gave Terry a hand towel so that he could replace his cock with the towelling.

Terry placed Amanda down on the bed and opened her legs, he wiped the blood away, her cunt was gaping wide open after Terry's onslaught, "She had a few tares inside, usually I'd just clean her up and wait for nature to take its course but I think I should take her to hospital.

I found a tampon and pushed it into Amanda's pussy to try and staunch the bleeding, the last thing I wanted was for her to have to go to hospital, far too many awkward questions to answer. Amanda dressed, not as I would have expected, in her dressing gown, she put on a football strip, then she told me to drive her to hospital.

Terry drove us into Queen's medical centre; it was almost nine miles away and by the time we got there the blood was too much for the tampon and Amanda's shorts were becoming covered with blood, Amanda used a pen from terry's glove box to force a small hole in the crotch of her shorts then pulled the material until it tore into a larger hole, Terry wanted to come in to A&E with me and Amanda but I told him to wait outside instead.

Amanda was asked all sorts of difficult questions as the doctors examined her but she stuck to one story, "I was riding a boy's bike, sitting on the cross bar because the boy had taken the saddle off of the stalk to stop the bike being stolen, I had an accident and my bottom hit the seat stalk!"

I was taken to one side, the doctor asked me where my husband was, when I told the doctor that my husband was working in Poland for a few weeks he raised his eyebrows, the accident could have happened exactly as Amanda had said but the damage was more likely to have been caused by a severe and very violent rape.

Amanda's nether regions were painted with an antibiotic paint, she was given painkillers and the worst of the tares had two stitches put in it, the Doctor told me that he would normally report injuries like Amanda's to child welfare but as Amanda was adamant about the bicycle story there was little point.

It was almost ten o'clock when we got home again, just in time for the nightly phone call from john, Clare was first to chat with her father, then Amanda, she wandered out of the room stretching the phone cord as far as it would go, but not far enough to get privacy, I could hear little bits of her conversation, she was telling her father about her losing her virginity and that the man was still here, John must have asked her if she was going to sleep all night with him, she looked round at Terry and smiled before saying that she hoped so but he couldn't do anymore because she had to have stitches inside after he did it.

When I took the phone to chat to John neither Terry nor Amanda's deflowering were mentioned, John was more concerned that I still didn't have the car back after its puncture.

Amanda took her bath with Terry and they went into her bedroom together and slept the night in Amanda's single bed, while Clare was in the bath I went in and talked to her about trying to get pregnant, she had been trying to get pregnant for three months, she had wanted her father to be the one to make her pregnant but he refused, he didn't want any genetics problems with Clare's child so she had picked three different men and given them a month each to make her pregnant, "If I'm not pregnant this time I'm going to ask Terry to try, that is if I can prise him out of Amanda's fingers!" She told me.

It suddenly dawned on me that Amanda would be about in her danger period, she had been menstruating for six months so there was every possibility that she could fall pregnant even on her first time, then I got a comfortable feeling, her first time had been very painful for her and had caused a lot if internal damage but at least it was loving and her choice, and through all the pain I knew that she had loved every moment of her time with Terry.

Clare got her wish, she did fall pregnant that month, it wasn't the young man who was trying though, the morning after Amanda had her first time with Terry she watched while Terry and Clare had sex, that had done the trick, in fact, Terry became a permanent member of our family as Amanda had also fallen pregnant, both of my daughters carried his children and delivered within days of each other, I delivered a month later, what a mixed up family, all three female members pregnant by the same man within a month of each other, not sure if the children will be brother and sisters, sons and daughters, niece and nephews or what, for the rest of the world I had triplets, the girls carried on going to school and I left work to look after three babies.

I hope that you have enjoyed reading this erotic fantasy story as much as I have enjoyed writing it.