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First Published: 04 November 2015

Just A Blowjob
by Isabella

Story Code: m/f, Oral Sex, Under Age, First Time

"If you're going anywhere near Wellingborough can you call in to the office supplies shop, I broke my mini tape recorder and need a replacement, remember I'll need the receipt to claim the money back from work."

Wellingborough had the usual Office Universe store that every town and city had but I chose to go to a small 'Mom & Pop' store just off the town centre, as usual I had to drag Sarah and Dawn, my daughters with me and as usual, while the guy in the shop was trying to show me how the digital recorder worked, my daughters got bored and started to distract me with their bad behaviour so I had to leave the demonstration half way through.

I stuffed the recorder hurriedly into the bag that Sarah was carrying. The shop next to the office supply company was a low-end antiques shop that had actually drawn me into Wellingborough in the first place, "You girls can wait outside while I look around this shop, don't wander off too far."

"Can we go over to the park please?"

"I'd rather you stop right here but if you get too bored you can go as far as the swings on the park and no further!"

As I looked around inside the shop I spotted Robert, a boy from our village who was two years older than Sarah, standing on the other side of the road trying to get Sarah to go across to him. He was standing outside a closed down garage forecourt. Sarah looked through the door of the shop to try and gauge where I was in the shop, totally failing to spot me close to the front window looking through a display case of rings and broaches. Eventually Sarah sauntered across the street with Dawn following a few feet behind her.

I watched as Sarah sauntered up to Robert, his body language screamed out that he was pissed off that Dawn was walking a few paces behind her sister; the conversation didn't seem to be going well, Sarah seemed to be shaking her head a lot and Dawn seemed more interested in what was being said than Sarah was. Robert seemed to change his focus suddenly and he swung from ignoring Dawn to smiling at her and actually directing his comments from Sarah to Dawn.

A bus pulled in front of the shop to drop shoppers off, the stop outside the antiques shop was a black one, no one could get on the bus there, it was intended as a place for the bus to empty just before the terminus where passengers would be crowding around to get on the bus ready for the outward journey. The top of the bus blocked my view of the closed garage forecourt and the three children huddled in conversation.

The bus eventually pulled away, I put the necklace I was inspecting back on the shelf in the display cabinet and flicked my eyes back up to where my daughters had been standing, the forecourt was empty, I looked back at the area in front of the shop but that was also empty. I could see the tops of the swings on the park next to the garage, I couldn't see who was using the swings but I could see the chains were in motion. I hadn't actually looked at the park before so I didn't know if they had been in use while Sarah and Dawn were chatting to Robert but I had told the girls that they could go as far as the swings on the park so I stopped fretting and went back to rummaging through the Victoriana on offer in the shop.

I found a bon-bon dish, it was hallmarked as seventeen-thirty gold from the Edinborough assay office and it was twenty-two carat purity. I checked the price, far too low for something of the age and quality of the simple little dish then it dawned on me, the dish was sitting in the Victoriana cabinet when it was actually Georgian from the reign of George the second, someone had misread the hallmark, easily done on something that had been lovingly polished for over two hundred and eighty years.

"Excuse me miss, this dish has a price of sixty pounds on it, are you sure that's the correct price?"

The woman looked exasperated at my enquiry especially as it was disturbing her text exchange on her mobile phone. She pulled out the big blue ledger, "What's the number on the ticket?"

I told her the stock number on the price tag and she drew her index finger down the column in the book. "Here it is, small gold coloured metal dish, circa nineteen hundred. The very best price I can let you have it for is forty-five pounds."

The fact that the description was so vague meant that no one had actually seen the hallmarks that I had seen in the inside of the rim of the base. I found my purse from my handbag and counted out the money, "Are you sure that this is enough?"

The young women formed a bubble from the gum in her mouth, blew it up to around a two inch ball and popped it, smacking her lips as she nodded her head. She almost snatched up the money, scribbled out a receipt and handed it to me along with the dish and went straight back to thumbing the keypad of her smart phone.

"I don't suppose you have a small box and some soft tissue paper to wrap the dish in do you?"

Her body language was 'God, what do you expect for forty-five pounds? Solid gold or something!'

I managed to persuade her to wrap the dish and place it in a small cardboard box for its own protection. I was really pleased, pleased with my purchase, pleased that I'd had enough cash so I didn't have to use my credit card. If I had to estimate a true value for the dish it would have been four hundred pounds as scrap gold, never mind the historical value.

I walked out of the shop 'cock-a-hoop', I didn't like taking advantage of a small trader but if his ledger had set the minimum price which would have been higher than the shop's owner had paid for the dish so he would be getting his profit, just not as much profit as he could have made if he'd checked the dish a little more closely.

I crossed the road, walked down between the closed down garage and the blackthorn hedge surrounding the park. As soon as I reached the gate into the park I realised that the kids using the swings weren't my daughters, I quickly scanned the rest of the small park, Sarah and Dawn were nowhere in sight on the park so I called out their names and started back out towards the road, by the time I walked through the gates of the park both girls were standing on the forecourt of the closed down garage, both had red faces and signs of over exertion. Sarah's t-shirt was on inside out, now I couldn't be sure if she had put it on inside out before we left home but as I spotted it the instant I saw her I doubted that she had.

I asked the girls where they had been, I reminded them that I'd told them only to go as far as the swings. There was a lot of humming and harring and eventually Sarah said, "We were on the swings but some bigger kids wanted to go on them so we left, we walked out of the other gate and back along the front of the park."

"Looks like you've been running or something!"

"When we heard you shout our names we ran along the front of the park looking for you."

I had no proof of wrongdoing; I couldn't swear that Sarah had taken her top off so I had to just take Sarah's word for the way things had played out. I took the girls to my car and opened the rear door for them to slip in. I only ever opened the rear door on the curb side of the car so it was a little difficult for one of my daughters to get into the car, the one that had to slide over to the other side of the car, my little Vauxhall Corsa wasn't the most spacious of cars on the market but it was easy to park and cheap to tax and insure.

Whenever the girls slipped into my car I always got a little flash of white cotton from under their skirts or dresses but this time there was no flash of white cotton, no flash of cotton at all, just pink flesh. Again, I had no idea if the girls had worn knickers when we left home, Dawn hated wearing them and would prefer to go out commando whenever she could and Sarah often had little accidents that would result in her losing her panties during the day.

As I pulled out of the car park, traffic had started to build up and I was fortunate that a man driving a fully laden van flashed me to tell me it was okay for me to pull out of the driveway in front of him. He'd given me the go but I still had to crush the Axminster hard because the van was trying to get up to speed. I caught a glimpse of something as I passed the front of the old garage, a piece of wriggly tin, that had been nailed over the office door when they closed the garage down, moved away from the doorframe at the bottom and as I started the turn at the end of the road the turn swung to the right and a boy started to slip out. The same red t-shirt and white shorts I'd seen Robert wearing as he chatted to Sarah and Dawn but I was driving too fast to make him out properly.

It didn't take long to get home and both girls were eager to go to the village park to play with their friends as soon as we got home. I took what little shopping I had done from the bag that Sarah had been looking after all morning. My little bon-bon dish in its, begrudgingly provided, protective box, the box and paperwork from the digital recorder but the actual recorder had fallen to the bottom of the bag. I found the digital recorder under two white cotton balls that turned out to be panties, rapidly removed and stuffed down in the bottom of the shopping bag and then forgotten about.

I took the user guide from the box and sat at the kitchen table. No matter how hard I tried, even following the guide, I couldn't get the digital recorder to work, I read all the troubleshooting hints and one jumped out at me, if all else fails, try replacing the batteries. Well, that was ridiculous, the recorder was brand new, the batteries were brand new as well, so how the hell could they be flat already.

I just shrugged my shoulders, sorted through the kitchen drawer for a new set of batteries and slotted them into the back of the recorder. As I put the recorder down on the kitchen counter I saw the record light flash on and then off, well, that was unusual, I wish I had been able to have taken the short lecture in the shop to see how the recorder worked but my kids were playing up as usual. I pulled my seat in behind me to sit at the counter, as the legs grated across the floor the record light flashed on again and then off.

I read the little booklet, the recorder had a feature that allowed it to remain dormant until you had something that needed recording and then all you had to do was speak and it automatically recorded until it was silent again. The feature was VOX and the fact that it flashed when I moved my chair meant that it was probably set to record.

I read through the instructions, it wasn't a tape recorder so I didn't need to rewind the tape, I did have to flick the slider from VOX to off and then I saw on the LCD screen that there was one new message, I hit the play button and heard the voice of the salesman quite clearly trying to explain the workings of the recorder and then I heard my daughters fighting in the distance on the built in loudspeaker, the microphone must have been very sensitive because the girls were quite a way away from me.

I heard myself telling the girls to wait outside the antique shop and heard me telling them not to go beyond the swings. There was a rustling sound and then Dawn said, "Hey, Robert's over the road and he's trying to attract your attention."

There was a little more rustling and then Robert's voice, "Tell your sister to fuck off!"

"I could but if my mum sees her without me she'll come looking for me."

"I can't fuck you with her hanging around!"

"You can't anyway, it's too dangerous, I'm right in the middle of my cycle."

"You promised me at school last week that I could fuck you next time!"

"Well, I didn't see you the next day when it would have still been safe and now it isn't safe so all I can do is give you another blowjob unless you have a condom!"

Then I heard Dawn say, "What about me, I haven't started my periods yet so it's safe to do me at any time."

There was a pause where there must have been silence and then, "Well, come into my office, Sarah can teach you how to give me a blowjob and then we'll see if I can get my cock in you."

I listened as Robert persuaded both of my daughters to strip off totally and then I could make out the sounds of sucking and Sarah's whispered instructions to her sister how to suck a boy off the right way, I heard Dawn gagging a little and Sarah telling her sister to use her hand to stop Robert going in too deep, then Robert's protest that going in deep was all part of the blowjob pleasure for the boy. Then I heard my voice faintly in the background just as Robert was trying to get his cock into my younger daughter's cunt, "Dawn get dressed quickly. Mum's calling us!"

"No, he's nearly in and it's only hurting a little bit, she won't find us in here will she?"

"Get dressed right now, I don't want to be grounded until I'm twenty-one even if you do, you'll get another chance to let Robert fuck you, he's always horny."

I heard the rustle of clothes and Sarah say, "Don't bother with your knickers they'll take too long, just drop them in the shopping bag."

I heard Dawn and Robert kiss, well, I didn't actually hear them kiss, I heard a sound and then I heard Sarah say, "You don't need to kiss him, you're not his girlfriend, you just gave him a blowjob, that's all."

I heard my conversation with the girls outside the garage and the sounds of my car engine, car radio and suddenly silence which must have been when the batteries ran out, I looked at the time, I'd been listening to the digital recorder for an hour so that would give me an important pointer for my husband, on record the batteries would only last around an hour so he would need plenty of spares.

My main issue at the moment though was what to say to Sarah and Dawn, they were both too young to have sex but at least I'd heard from the recording that Sarah was being sensible in not allowing an older boy to pressurise her into having sex when it was dangerous for her but Dawn was definitely playing with fire, she hadn't started to have periods yet but she would have no idea when her first cycle would start, the first she would know about it would be when she had her first bleed and that would be about fourteen days too late as she could already have fallen pregnant by then. I was going to have to sit my daughters down and have a serious conversation with both of them but first, I'd better read the instruction manual again and find out how to permanently delete the one recording that had already been made on the new digital recorder before my husband heard it and blew a fuse.

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