Author: Pookie Title: Pookie | Melissa’s Secrets (Chapter 4) Part: Chapter 4 Universe: Home Summary: This is the story of Melissa's sexual awakening with the help of her friend Sarah and Sarah's mother. Keywords: MF, mf, Mf, mF, FF, ff, Ff, Mult, cons, Lolita, bi, wife, inc, mother, son, bro, sis, fath, dau, span, lght, swing, group, 1st, oral, mastrb, toys, creampie, exhib, voy, teach, nud, teen Revision: 1.01 Archive: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Pookie/MelissaSecrets Mailing List: ***************************************************************** STANDARD DISCLAIMER The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO NOT read any further. All characters in this story are fictitious; any similarity to any persons, places, individuals or situations is purely coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities described in this story. This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author, Pookie (pookie_grrl@hotmail.com). This story may be freely distributed with this disclaimer attached. Copyright © 2002-2011 Pookie. All rights reserved. ***************************************************************** Melissa’s Secrets by Pookie Chapter 4 I sat on my bed staring at the pictures in my hands. I couldn’t believe I had actually done what was in them. Before my eyes was the evidence to prove it though. I saw myself in my cheerleading uniform, on the bed, sucking Mr. Clark's cock. It thrilled me that an older, handsome, married man would be so interested in me. Mrs. Clark is very pretty, which made it hard to understand why her husband would want to see me naked. Mrs. Clark’s breasts are so much sexier than mine. I don’t have that much to really show off. I remembered the self-conscious feelings of being naked in front of her husband, alongside Mrs. Clark. I felt so much like a little girl compared to her. But she did tell me that her husband liked young girls. I definitely could tell that from the attention he showed me most of the night. I guess as long as Mrs. Clark didn’t get upset, I might get to spend some time together again with both of them. I stared closer at the pictures of me sucking Mr. Clark’s big cock. It looked different than Jamie’s. I was so used to sucking my brother that I assumed all cocks would be pretty much the same. Jamie is a handsome boy, even though he is my brother, but he has never made me feel the way Mr. Clark did the previous night. As I thought about all that I’d done with the Clarks, I felt my pussy tingle again. I wished that Jamie were home now so we could play. I was ready for more sex. The more I did and learned, the more I wanted to have sex. I even thought it would be fun to compare Jamie’s cock with Mr. Clark’s. It would be so wild to have both of them to play with at the same time. I doubt either of them would go for that though. I giggled to myself as I thought about how really nasty it was to be having sex with my best friends and my mom’s friend. I liked the fun I had with Sarah and Pam. But I really enjoyed touching and doing oral sex with my brother and a grown man more than anything else. I began thinking more about the boys I knew. I didn’t want to be thought of as a slut around school. Maybe it was best to keep playing with just Jamie and Mr. Clark for now, until I had a real boyfriend. Last night was full of new things for me. Mrs. Clark surprised me more than anything else. I remember thinking that it was very strange that Mrs. Clark showed no jealousy at all while I sucked off her husband. She didn’t seem at all upset that her man was being intimate with me, a teen chick. I know I would have been really upset if I were watching another girl suck off my boyfriend, if I had one, that is. But I knew that the Clarks did have sex with other adults who were close friends. I wondered if my parents were also into that kind of thing. Were they involved with the Clarks like the people I saw in the pictures? Of all the things I’d experienced with the Clarks, what bothered me the most was my own mom’s reactions to all of it. She had to know I was going to be alone with the Clarks last night. She knew Sarah was spending the night off at her grandmother’s. She didn’t ask me any questions at all about why I was spending the night with the Clarks when Sarah wasn’t going to be there. I hoped she thought Mrs. Clark just wanted to spend time with me, which still didn’t make much sense. Why would a grown woman be interested in spending an evening with a thirteen year old girl? Why wouldn’t my own mom be worried about what I was doing? I looked at the pictures again and remembered more clearly some of the things we did together. I laid back on the bed, moved my hand down over my mound, and began rubbing myself, remembering the different naughty things we did together. I wanted to have an orgasm like the ones I had the previous night. Mr. Clark’s hand rubbing my wet pussy had felt incredible, even after everything we had done together. His strong hand felt so good touching my little pussy. I remembered squeezing my legs together, holding his hand tighter against me I came so hard. I rubbed myself for a while longer, thinking about Mr. Clark’s cock. I thought about how it looked when he was fucking Mrs. Clark, with my face just inches away from her pussy. I wondered what it would have felt like for him to fuck me that way. Would I let Mr. Clark be my first? The idea itself almost made me have an orgasm. I realized that I wasn’t going to make myself feel as good as I had the night before, so I stopped rubbing myself and sat up. I figured that I better put the new pictures away with the other one Mrs. Clark had given me. Moving off the bed, I went to the closet to hide the new pictures with the other one. I pulled out the one picture I already had, the one that showed Mrs. Clark sucking her husband’s cock. I felt jealous looking at that picture now, remembering that I had sucked off her husband several times last night. I knew the feeling was wrong. After all, he was her husband. I’m just a young chick they wanted to get naughty with. After I’d hidden all the pictures away in my closet, I thought about what the Clarks might do with the pictures they took of me. Would they give or show them to anyone else? I began to get really upset at the idea. I didn’t want those pictures to be seen by anyone else! I should have said something to the Clarks about not showing them to anyone. My God! What if my friends happened to see them?! Surely the Clarks wouldn’t do that. But I felt that I needed to talk to Mrs. Clark before she did show them to someone else. ****** I ran downstairs and saw my mom relaxing in our family room. “Mom, I left something over at the Clark’s house. Can I go back over there now and get it?” “I guess so. Don’t stay over there too long though. I want you to help me clean up the house before lunch.” “I won’t be long, Mom. I’ll just get it and come right back.” “What did you leave?” Shit! I had to think of something to tell her! “I ah ... left my cheerleading bag over there with my CDs in it.” “You really should keep up with your things better than that, young lady. Hurry up and you can help me when you get back.” “Thanks, Mom. I’ll be right back.” I dashed out the back door, jumped on my bike, and rode as fast as I could over to the Clark’s house, which wasn’t too far away. I kept thinking that I needed to get there before the Clarks had a chance to do anything with the pictures. I was almost praying that they had not given anyone else a copy yet, even though it had only been an hour since I left their house. But I wasn’t being rational at that time. I was really scared that the wrong person would see them. I rode up in front of the Clark’s house and ran up the steps to the door. I tried to catch my breath as I rang the doorbell. A surprised Mrs. Clark greeted me. “Hi again, honey. What are you doing back so soon? Did you forget something?” “Ummm ... Can I please talk to you for a minute?” I asked. “Sure, sweetie. Come on inside and we can talk as much as you want.” I walked by her into the entrance hallway, and she pointed me toward the family room. She followed me as I walked in and sat on the couch. She sat beside me with a concerned look. “Melissa, honey. Is something wrong?” “Ummm ... I don’t know ... maybe.” “Tell me what’s on your mind. Something’s troubling you. Are you upset about what we did last night with Bob?” “No, ma’am. It’s not that ... that was really fun. It’s just ... the pictures ... ” “What about the pictures, sweetie? Are you upset that I took them? Bob did give you a copy to keep.” “Well ... I was wondering ... Will you ever show them to anyone ... besides us?” “Honey, is that all that’s bothering you?” “Yes, ma’am, I guess. I don’t want anyone I know ... you know, my friends ... to ever see them. Will you ever show them to anyone else?” “Sweetie, I won’t show them to anyone else, if that’s what you want. Bob won’t either. Don’t worry about that. We’ll make sure that no one else ever sees them ... if that’s what you want.” “I dunno ... I just don’t want any of my friends to ever see them. I don’t want them thinking I do that kind of thing. Ya know? I don’t want my friends thinking I’m a ... ” “Slut?” “Yeah. I don’t want all the guys thinking I’ll do that with just anyone. I don’t want the girls to just think of me as ... a slut ... either.” “I know, hon. Bob and I would never show them to someone like that, someone who is your age. I don’t want your friends to know either. I remember being your age. Kids can be really hurtful. Also, Bob and I would get into a lot of trouble if the wrong person saw them. I want us to keep seeing each other too, and have fun together like last night, if you want to.” “I think I want to.” I said. “Thanks, Mrs. Clark.” “Do you feel better now, Melissa?” she asked sweetly. “Yes, ma’am. I feel a lot better now. Thanks for being my friend,” I said, and smiled. “I’m glad. But you know ... it can be a lot of fun sharing pictures with people you can trust. Bob and I like to share pictures of us with other friends of ours. In return, we get to see our friends’ pictures as well, like some of the ones I’ve shown you before.” “Those were fun to look at ... the naked ones,” I said, blushing a little. “We had a lot of fun looking at them together, didn’t we?” she asked playfully. She slid closer to me, putting her arm around me. “You know, Melissa. I would love to show you more pictures of other people that Bob and I have fun with. The pictures are of very close and trusted friends. We don’t give our pictures to people we don’t trust completely. Bob and I don’t want others to know about the fun we have ... just like you don’t want your other friends to know.” “I think I would like to see more ... sometime,” I said looking down and smiling. “You know though ... it really isn’t fair for me to show you pictures of my trusted friends ... and not show them pictures in return.” “So ... you think I should let your friends see pictures of me too?” I asked, feeling uneasy again. “No, honey. I think you should decide who can or can’t see them. But Bob and I show our pictures with the expectation that we will get to see pictures of our friends in return. It’s just being fair to each other. They get to see us ... we get to see them. We are very, very careful that no one else sees them, or gets copies of them. Our friends are the same way. So we all get to enjoy the fun of sharing our intimate pictures, without anyone getting hurt. Do you see what I mean?” “Yeah ... I guess it’s only fair ... ” “Yes, it is. I really shouldn’t have shown you pictures of our friends without specifically asking them. But they know they can trust me with them. And I trust you, sweetie. I know you’d never reveal anything to anyone else about who is in those pictures.” “Oh, I’d never ... I know how I would feel if that happened to me.” “Well, then. Will you trust me to take care of your pictures?” “I trust you, Mrs. Clark.” “Good. If I keep showing you pictures of my friends, would it be okay to show those same friends your pictures?” “I ... I guess so.” “Don’t worry, sweetheart. Only very trusted friends will ever see them.” “Okay, then. That’s cool,” I said. I smiled at her feeling more at ease. Mrs. Clark smiled as well. “Great! We can look at some more now. If you want ...” “I would ... but my mom said to hurry home. She wants me to help her before she goes shopping this afternoon,” I said dejectedly. “That’s okay then. Wait just a moment though. I’ll be right back.” She got up and walked quickly out of the room. A few minutes later she came back with a box I hadn’t seen before. “Here, hon. Let me give you a few pictures to look at until you and I can be together again.” She pulled out four or five pictures. I didn’t see the people in any of them, except the one on top. That one was of a man with a woman’s legs over his shoulders, with his cock in her pussy. I was ready to look at them all at that point, but I knew I needed to get home. “I don’t have anything to hide them in while I ride my bike.” I said. “Can you put them in something?” “Sure, sweetie. Let me put these in a big envelope so no one can see them. Hide them as soon as you get home.” “Okay, I will.” “Melissa, take good care of these ... just like Bob and I will take good care of your pictures.” I took the envelope and walked to the front door. Mrs. Clark pulled me to her before she opened it. She put her arms around me and kissed me tenderly. I really liked kissing her like that. Her tongue felt so good in my mouth, and she sucked on mine so nicely too. As we finished our kiss, her hand moved to cup one of my small breasts. She squeezed it gently before moving her hand away. “I wish we had more time to be together now, sweetie. You’d better hurry home though, so you can help your mom.” ****** I left the Clark’s house and quickly rode my bike straight home, holding the envelope close. When I got home, I snuck through the back door without my mom seeing me. As I ran up the stairs to go to my bedroom, Mom called out and asked if it was me. I called back to her, and told her I was putting my cheerleading bag away and would be back downstairs in a few minutes. After I hid the new pictures in my closet with the other ones, I went back downstairs to see what Mom was doing. It was late in the morning and I was curious about when she was going shopping. When I saw her walking into the hallway with a mop in her hands, I guessed that she had just finished mopping the kitchen floor. When she noticed me, I again wondered if she would ask me more questions about what I did with the Clarks the night before. “Melissa, I need for you to help me out this morning so I can hurry up and fix lunch. I need to be somewhere this afternoon before going shopping. Would you please straighten up the family room and vacuum the floor for me, baby?” “Sure, Mom. Where are you going this afternoon?” “I’m meeting Mrs. Clark at her house to go over some things.” “Wha ... What things?” I asked, very anxiously. “Oh ... we’re just going to discuss the fundraiser for next school year. Remember, Mrs. Clark is the new President of the PTSO. In case you forgot, I’m the Vice-President this coming year as well.” “Oh yeah, I forgot.” I walked into the family room from the hallway and Mom followed me. She sat down on the couch and reached for what looked like a fundraising folder that was lying on the coffee table. I kept waiting for the inevitable questions about last night. She still didn’t say anything as I started picking up some magazines lying around. I kept glancing at my mom, though. Why didn’t she seem at all concerned that I spent the night alone with two people more than twice my age? I began straightening the pictures on one of the end tables. “How long will you be?” I asked, without looking at my mom. “How long will I be what? “How long will you be at the Clark’s house?” “Maybe an hour. Why do you want to know?” “No reason.” “I thought you would be glad for me to be out of the house this afternoon. I figured you might like some more time away from your old Mom.” “Mom! You’re not old! You’re so pretty, Mom.” “Why, thank you, young lady. It’s nice to be appreciated as more than just you and your brother’s maid and cook.” “Mom, puleeeze.” “Well, that’s all it ever seems like I am in your eyes anymore.” “Mom ... whatever,” I said with a frustrated sigh. She stopped, came over to me, and gave me a big hug. She kissed me on the forehead and looked into my face. “I’m just picking on you, hon. But, it would be nice if you let me know you appreciated me more. A hug or kiss sometimes would make me feel more loved by you.” “I know. I love you, Mom. I do appreciate what you and Daddy do for me ... for Jamie and me. I know I don’t always act like I care. You’re the best mom.” “I love you too, sweetheart. You sure are growing up so fast ... you and your brother.” She paused for a moment. “You know you can talk to me about anything you want. If you need a friend to talk to, you can talk to me ... or someone like Mrs. Clark, too.” I cringed as soon as she mentioned Mrs. Clark. “Melissa, sometimes a teenage girl needs an adult she can trust to talk to. I know it’s hard for a teenager to talk to their parents ... especially a daughter with her mother. I had the same problem with my mom. So if you don’t feel comfortable talking about something with me, I hope you’ll talk to someone like Mrs. Clark.” She paused for a moment before she continued. She seemed to be thinking hard about what to tell me. “Mrs. Clark likes you a lot. She thinks you’re a wonderful young lady to be around ... and to have as a friend for her daughter. I’m very happy that you two seem to be able to talk together ... like last night.” I wondered just how my mom would feel if she really knew what Mrs. Clark and I had talked about ... and done ... when we were alone. Maybe she did know. Mrs. Clark had been so evasive when I asked her about what she talked to my mom about. I do know my mom would really freak out if she knew I was having sex with Mrs. Clark. Or would she? She would just die if she knew I sucked off Mr. Clark and let him touch me the way he did last night. Then again, would she? “Mom, what do you ... say to Mrs. Clark about me when you two talk?” “Different things, sweetie. Don’t be concerned about it. Mrs. Clark is a very close and trusted friend. I trust her completely when it comes to you. Now let’s get busy so I can get finished cleaning the house before I need to leave. Then you’ll have some time alone yourself,” she said, and smiled. Mom turned and grabbed the folder she had been looking through and left the room, going upstairs. I assumed she was getting ready to see Mrs. Clark, so she could leave as soon as lunch was over. All of a sudden, a thought sent a chill through me. I wondered if Mrs. Clark had told my mom I was having sex with Sarah! Mrs. Clark knew I was having sex with her daughter whenever we had the chance. She actually encouraged it. If Mrs. Clark and my mom were that close, would Mrs. Clark tell her about Sarah and me having sex? I felt sort of put off by my mom ... and Mrs. Clark ... for not telling me more about the things they said about me. But I was also glad to get away from talking about Mrs. Clark at that moment, too. Mom and Mrs. Clark had both been so evasive when I asked them about me. I decided it was time to find the answers I wanted to know on my own. If they were going to keep secrets from me, then I was going to have to find out what those secrets were. What I really wanted to know the most was if my mom was doing sex things with Mrs. Clark, like the women in the pictures. Could my mom be doing sexual things with women too? Does my daddy know any of this? Mr. Clark knows about his wife and doesn’t mind at all, it seemed. I just hoped that whatever was going on, it wouldn’t break up my family. I finished picking up the family room and vacuumed the floor. After putting away the vacuum, I went upstairs and noticed that my parent’s bedroom door was slightly open. I could hear my mom talking. I assumed she was talking on the phone. I walked quietly up to the door to see what I could overhear her say. “I need to get going, Colleen, if I’m going to get lunch finished and be over there at one. You told Maggie to be over then too?” Why was Pam’s mom going to be at the Clark’s house? She isn’t on the PTSO this year. “That’s great. I’m sure she’ll be very curious about what happened. I can’t believe it went that well. You are an amazing friend. I know Maggie won’t believe you did it that easily either. This is so incredible. I never thought it would happen so easily.” I was very curious about what they were talking about. My first thought was to run and grab one of the other phones so I could listen in. But I was afraid she was about to hang up, and I might miss hearing anything else. Mom was quiet for a few moments before she continued talking. “We’ll see. Hopefully Greg and I can arrange something soon. I would love to see them myself. Greg is going to be very excited about all of this. I got to talk to him a little bit on the phone earlier, but he doesn’t know any of the details. I still want to hear about everything myself! Well, I’ll see you at one then. Bye, hon.” I quickly moved away from the door and went into my room. What were they talking about? My God! Were they talking about last night?! Did my mom already talk to Mrs. Clark about last night when I was on my way back home from the Clark’s? Did she tell Daddy? I was really in a panic after those questions raced through my mind. I tried to settle myself down. They must have been talking about something else. I knew I was probably just being paranoid. The things my mom had said to Mrs. Clark were so suspicious though. But I knew I didn’t hear enough to figure out what was actually going on between them. I had to find out soon what was going on between all of them, or it would drive me nuts. I heard Mom come out of her bedroom and go downstairs. I sat on my bed thinking about what I needed to do to find out what was going on between Mom and Mrs. Clark. My first thought was to go and spy on my mom when she went over to the Clarks. But I wasn’t sure how I could do that with them inside the house. Why was Mrs. Rayner, Pam’s mom, planning to be there too? I realized I might not find out anything with her being there too. I stayed in my bedroom for awhile, thinking about just what I could do to uncover what was obviously a big secret involving Mom and Mrs. Clark. “Melissa! Come downstairs, please. Lunch is ready,” Mom called up to me. “I’ll be down in a few minutes,” I yelled. I knew I didn’t have long to figure out what I was going to do. If only there was a way to get inside the Clark’s house without them knowing I was there. Even if I got inside, how could I then get close to them to overhear what they said? I went downstairs and sat with my mom while we ate sandwiches. I mostly looked down at my plate, trying to come up with a plan. I did glance up at my mom every few minutes to see if I could tell what she might be thinking. However, she had the same look about her that she always did. But then again, I didn’t make a point of watching my mom all the time. That was about to change. Mom got up from her chair and washed her plate and glass. She dried her hands before turning to walk out of the kitchen. “Sweetie, I’m fixin’ to leave now. Is there anything you need?” An idea struck me! “Ummm yeah, Mom. Are you going shopping at the mall after you leave Mrs. Clark’s house?” “I was planning to go there afterwards.” “Do you think I could go with you? There’s a CD I want to buy.” “Uh, yeah. I tell you what ... I’ll stop by here after I leave Mrs. Clark’s to pick you up.” “There’s no need to do that. I can just go over there with you. It’ll save you a trip back here.” I figured I had her now. “I don’t think you’ll like sitting around while we talk about fundraisers. Let me just come back by here to get you afterwards. It won’t be any trouble.” Well, that idea didn’t work like I’d hoped. But it did tell me that my mom didn’t want me there to possibly overhear or see what might happen. “I don’t mind waiting over there, Mom. Mrs. Clark has some neat magazines I can look at while I’m there.” I could see that my mom was trying to figure out what to say next. “I tell you what, sweetheart. How about you stay here and start a load of laundry for me. I meant to start a load earlier, but forgot after I got in a rush. If you do that for me, I’ll come back by here and get you. If the CD you want is at the store, I’ll buy it for you for helping me out today.” Well, that backfired. I would love for her to have paid for that CD. But I didn’t want her to come back here for me. I wanted to be at the Clarks while she was there. I also realized quickly that if she came back here to pick me up, that there was no way I could even sneak over there and get back here before she did. “Oh, I just remembered. The CD I want won’t be out until next week ... I was mixing it up with another one.” “Will you still start that load of laundry for me anyways?” I felt like an idiot at that point. All I got for my efforts was laundry to do. “Yeah, Mom.” “Thanks, honey. Maybe we can go get that CD next week. I’ll still pay for it then.” “That’s cool. Would it be alright if I ride down to the bike paths at the riverfront after I get the laundry started?” “I guess so. Just don’t stay down there too late. Be back here before five.” “Okay. Thanks, Mom.” At least I got an excuse to be away from the house, in case she returned before me. ****** Mom went back upstairs while I went to the laundry room to put the load of clothes in the washing machine. I heard Mom coming back downstairs. She came by the laundry room to let me know she was leaving. As she turned to leave, I noticed that she had the same fundraiser folder in her hand. I hurried to finish loading the washing machine. Once I had it started, I hurried out the back door and ran to get my bike. By the time I got around to the front of the house with my bike, Mom’s car was already gone. I immediately set out for the Clark’s house. I didn’t know what I would do once I got there, but I decided I would just figure something out when I did. I rode my bike as fast as I could. As I approached the house, I still didn’t know what I was going to do. I was careful not to get too close to the house yet, so my mom wouldn’t see me if she happened to come back out to her car. I also knew Mrs. Rayner from across the street might see me as well. I needed to know where she was. I then remembered that the Clarks left their shades up during the day. The side of the house opposite their garage was secluded, because of the trees and bushes on that side of the yard. There was a window in the family room on that side that I could watch from. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hear anything, but maybe I could see what they were doing at least. I looked on the other side of the street at Pam’s house. I wasn’t sure if Mrs. Rayner had already walked across to the Clark’s yet. It was still about ten minutes before one. I decided I would just have to risk being seen by Mrs. Rayner if she happened to come out of her house. I climbed off my bike and ran with it down the sidewalk. As soon as I was in front of the Clark’s house, I cut through the yard to the side of the house where the family room was located. I laid my bike down near the fence and sneaked between the bushes so I could get up to the window. Fortunately, Mrs. Clark had the shade up, as usual. I crept up near the window and I lifted my head slowly, until I could see into the family room. I saw Mrs. Clark and Mom sitting on the big couch, side by side. Mrs. Clark seemed to be excited as she talked. Mom had a surprised look on her face as she intently listened to Mrs. Clark. I didn’t see Mrs. Rayner in the room, so I guessed she hadn’t come over from her house yet. I figured my luck was running pretty good at the moment. Maybe I would get even luckier and figure out what was going on with all of them. My mom kept looking at Mrs. Clark with astonishment. At times, Mrs. Clark seemed to look almost bashful as she talked. I was mad at myself for not figuring a way to get in the house so I could overhear what was being said. I saw their heads turn toward the family room door. Mrs. Clark turned back quickly, said something to Mom, got up and left the room. After about a minute, Mrs. Rayner came into the room followed by Mrs. Clark. They all sat down together with my mom, and Mrs. Clark began to talk to both of them. While Mrs. Clark was talking, both Mom and Mrs. Rayner had surprised looks on their faces. Mrs. Rayner had the same astonished look that my mom had had before. Mom blushed a few times when Mrs. Rayner would turn and say something to her. It was obvious that they weren’t talking about any PTSO fundraisers. The fundraiser folder my mom had brought with her was lying on the coffee table in the family room, untouched, and had been since I had been watching them. As I watched, Mrs. Clark stood up quickly and gestured for Mom and Mrs. Rayner to stay where they were. She left the room quickly. I figured she must be coming right back. Mrs. Rayner turned to my mom and began talking to her. She seemed very excited, while Mom seemed to be blushing again. Mrs. Clark came back into the room carrying a box. It looked very similar to the one with the pictures she had shown me just a few hours before. She opened the box and pulled out what appeared to be pictures, just like the ones from earlier. From where I was at the window, I couldn’t see what the pictures showed. I could tell they were printouts of pictures like the ones I had been given, though. They had to be looking at nude pictures that the Clarks had taken. They just had to be. I couldn’t help but be amazed, watching my own mom looking at what I just knew were pictures of people having sex. My mom stared at the pictures with wide eyes and a big smile. She certainly was not upset by what she saw in any of them. I did feel anxious, though. I kept wondering if maybe Mom was looking at the pictures of me sucking Mr. Clark’s cock. Mrs. Clark did tell me that she would only show them to trusted friends. Mom and Mrs. Clark had known each other forever. I was really beginning to feel anxious. They were looking at quite a few pictures in the box. I remembered that Mrs. Clark had only taken three pictures of me last night. She was taking out quite a few of them for Mom and Mrs. Rayner to look at. So they might be looking at pictures of other people I hadn’t seen yet. I wondered just how many different people the Clarks had pictures of. People I might know. I knew I would have to figure out how to be alone with Mrs. Clark again, soon, so I could see more of the pictures she had. After about five minutes of looking at the pictures, Mrs. Clark reached into the box and pulled out a videotape cassette. She got up and walked over to the TV. She put the videotape in the VCR, walked back over to the couch, and picked up the remote control. Again, I was mad at myself for not getting into the house. From where I was at the window, I couldn’t get a good look at the front of the TV to see what they were watching. I looked back at Mom and her friends as they stared intently at the TV. I just knew they had to be looking at a tape of people having sex, probably friends of the Clarks. It must’ve been be a new tape. It couldn’t be of me because Mrs. Clark didn’t use a video camera the previous night. Then I really panicked as I wondered if she had hidden a camera in the bedroom and recorded me sucking off Mr. Clark! Were my mom and Mrs. Rayner looking at a videotape of me doing sex stuff with the Clarks?! I noticed Mom look quickly at her purse on the coffee table. Mom leaned over, grabbed her cell phone from her open purse, held it to her ear, and talked into it for a short time. She then stood up from the couch and looked as if she were about to leave. Mrs. Rayner and Mrs. Clark stood up as well. I watched Mom kiss both of her friends in a more intimate way than I would have expected of her. The kiss she gave each of them was nothing like I’d seen in the past. It was more than just a friendly kiss, but not like when Mrs. Clark kissed me when we were alone together. Mrs. Clark reached down for some of the pictures and handed them to Mom. She picked up the fundraiser folder and stuck them inside. Mrs. Clark gestured for Mom to wait right there, and then left the room quickly. She was gone for a few moments before coming back with what looked like a CD case in her hand. She handed it to my mom and smiled at her. My mom seemed to blush again at that point. Mom put the CD case into her purse, appeared to say goodbye to her friends, and left the room leaving Mrs. Rayner and Mrs. Clark alone together. They sat back down on the couch and resumed watching the video. They were sitting so that their legs and arms were touching. I then watched Mrs. Clark move her hand onto Mrs. Rayner’s thigh. She moved it slowly upward. Mrs. Rayner moved her hand over Mrs. Clark’s hand. They both turned to look into each other’s face, only inches apart. Mrs. Rayner moved until her lips touched Mrs. Clark’s. Their kiss quickly became very passionate. Watching what they were doing made me very horny. I couldn’t believe I was watching Sarah and Pam’s moms about to have sex. After they kissed for a short time, Mrs. Rayner stood up and began taking her clothes off. Mrs. Clark stood as well and began to help her. After she was naked, Mrs. Clark moved her hands along Mrs. Rayner’s body, touching her shoulders and breasts before letting her hands stop on Mrs. Rayner’s hips. Mrs. Rayner then began undressing Mrs. Clark. It didn’t take her long to get Mrs. Clark as naked as she was. Mrs. Rayner began to sit on the couch again, while she pulled Mrs. Clark to her so that she was on top of her as they settled back on the couch. They kissed for a moment as they touched and squeezed each other’s breasts. Mrs. Clark’s hand moved down to Mrs. Rayner’s pussy and I could tell that she had put a finger inside. She began to slowly move it in and out of Mrs. Rayner’s pussy as they pressed their lips hard together in a deep kiss. I looked at the family room door and saw Mr. Clark standing there with a big smile on his face. He walked into the room and seemed to say something to his wife and her friend as they were making out on the couch. They both looked at him but didn’t seem surprised at all that he was there. Mrs. Clark continued to finger her friend’s pussy and rub her clit in plain sight of her husband’s gaze. Looking back at Mr. Clark, I watched as he began to take his shirt off. I couldn’t believe my luck. I now knew from Mrs. Rayner’s reactions that this was not the first time she had been in a situation like this with the Clarks. My own pussy was tingling, as I knew I was about to watch Mr. Clark have sex with Mrs. Rayner. He was going to do it in front of his own wife, with her participating probably, just like I had done with the Clarks the night before. It didn’t take Mr. Clark long to remove all of his clothes. His hard cock told me he was ready to join the two naked women on the couch. He surprised me, though, when he walked over to a small desk and picked up a camera. He went back over to the women and took a picture of them. Mr. Clark motioned for them to get into different positions as he took more pictures of them while they kissed and touched each other. Between pictures, Mr. Clark would grab his cock and stroke it. The women would watch his hand sliding up and down his hard length as they repositioned themselves for other pictures. Mrs. Clark moved down Mrs. Rayner’s body and began to lick her pussy, just like she’d licked mine before. Mr. Clark got down close to them with the camera, to get a good close-up picture of his wife’s tongue as she licked their friend’s clit. By that time, my own pussy needed some serious attention. I put my hand between my legs and felt the heat of my pussy through my shorts. I glanced down at my shirt and could see my hard nipples, even with a bra on. I cupped one of my breasts and squeezed my nipple while I rubbed myself through my shorts. After a few minutes, Mrs. Clark rose and kissed her husband with Mrs. Rayner’s wetness on her lips and chin. They kissed very deeply before Mrs. Clark took the camera from her husband. He then moved over and stood next to Mrs. Rayner, who was now sitting on the edge of the couch. Mrs. Rayner reached out, took his cock in her hand, and stroked him. She grinned up at Mrs. Clark, who took a picture of her husband and friend. Mrs. Rayner then leaned closer to Mr. Clark and began licking the head of his big cock. Mrs. Clark kept taking pictures of her husband about to get a blowjob. Mrs. Rayner held his cock straight up and ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft. When she reached the tip, she let it slide into her lips and slowly let most of it slide into her mouth. I was so horny at that point that I had to do something to relieve myself. I glanced around to see if someone had maybe walked up or was watching me. I felt stupid for a moment after realizing that I hadn’t been paying attention to what was going on around me. I knew that the spot I was in was very secluded, so I wasn’t too concerned about getting caught. After I checked to see if anyone was close by, I slid my shorts down my legs a little, along with my panties, which were quite damp. I moved back up to the window so I could look inside the family room again. Mrs. Rayner was bobbing her head up and down on Mr. Clark’s cock. He was holding her head in his hands as he moved his hips slowly to match the motions of Mrs. Rayner’s. Mrs. Clark would take a picture and then stop to watch her husband and friend. I watched her move her hand to touch her own pussy, just like I was doing. I rubbed my clit gently while I watched the three of them getting off together. After a few minutes, Mr. Clark pulled his cock away from Mrs. Rayner’s mouth. He had Mrs. Rayner lie on her back and spread her legs. He moved so that he was between her legs with his bouncing erection just a few inches from her pussy. Mrs. Clark took a few more pictures before he began to ease the tip of his cock inside Mrs. Rayner. It was so amazing watching a woman’s husband put his cock inside their friend’s pussy, while his wife took pictures of it all. Mr. Clark began to fuck Mrs. Rayner with slow, lengthy strokes. Mrs. Clark took a few more pictures before she appeared to ask Mrs. Rayner to change positions. Mr. Clark pulled his cock from her pussy and stood beside the couch next to her. Mrs. Rayner moved off the couch and got down on the floor on her hands and knees. Mr. Clark got down on his knees behind her, and put the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. He then rubbed the head along her pussy lips for a moment before he pushed it completely inside her once again. From my position, I could see the length of his cock as he began to thrust in and out of her with long, slow strokes. Mrs. Clark took a few more pictures before putting the camera down. She moved around in front of Mrs. Rayner and lay down so that her pussy was below Mrs. Rayner’s head. I watched as Mrs. Rayner moved her mouth down to her friend’s pussy and began licking Mrs. Clark’s clit. Watching this made me extremely horny. I began to slide a finger in and out of my opening with one hand, while rubbing my clit at the same time with the other. Watching the three of them in the family room, I was so close to a very strong orgasm. I watched Mrs. Clark’s face as she began a strong orgasm from Mrs. Rayner’s tongue on her clit. I guess the sight of Mrs. Clark’s orgasm set off Mrs. Rayner and Mr. Clark’s orgasms. I saw Mr. Clark thrust in deep and close his eyes tightly, his head tilting back. The look on his face as he came inside Mrs. Rayner’s pussy was incredible. I had not seen that look last night because of my face being buried in his, or Mrs. Clark’s, crotch while he came. The sight of all three of them cumming one after the other set off my own intense orgasm, similar to the one I had last night. I settled to the ground under the window as my orgasm made my legs unsteady. My hand was soaked with my juices as my pussy throbbed on and on. My eyes were squeezed shut. I was so focused on my orgasm that I’d forgotten where I was. Once I started to unwind from the intensity of my orgasm, I opened my eyes and looked around to see if anyone might have noticed me. I didn’t think I had moaned or yelled out, but I wasn’t sure about anything at that point other than how good my pussy felt. I stood back up and looked into the window, my shorts and panties still around my feet. I saw the three of them getting dressed. Once they were dressed, they all sat down on the couch together. Mr. Clark picked up the remote and pointed it at the VCR. I had forgotten about the videotape and was curious again what they had been watching. It appeared that they were going to keep on watching whatever it was as they sat together, still touching each other. I decided I’d better get away from the window. The last thing I wanted was to be discovered playing with myself. I pulled my panties and shorts back up, looked around, crept carefully over to my bike, grabbed it, and walked quickly out to the street. While I stood on the sidewalk with my bike, I wondered if my mom had ever done what I’d just seen Mrs. Rayner do with the Clarks. I then realized that Mrs. Rayner was cheating on her husband with the Clarks. Or was she? Did Mr. Rayner know about this? No way, I decided. There was no way he would be having orgies and fucking other women like the Clarks and Mrs. Rayner. She had to be cheating on him. Now I had a really neat secret about Pam’s mom! I still didn’t know what my mom and Mrs. Clark were up to though. I would have to keep trying to find out. I didn’t really know where to go at that point. I didn’t feel like going home, so I figured I would go across the street to see Pam, if she were home. God! It would be so wild to hang out with Pam now, knowing what I did about her mom. I couldn’t tell her though. I wouldn’t hurt a friend like that. I didn’t want to piss her off by telling her something she probably wouldn’t believe anyways. I walked across the street with my bike. I walked up the steps to the front door and rang the bell. No one came to the door. I knew Pam liked to hang out their hot tub out back, so I decided to walk around back and see if she was there. Maybe she would let me borrow one of her swimsuits and join her if she were. I picked up my bike and walked around to the side of the house. Their backyard had a big privacy fence around it. As soon as I got close to the gate, I could hear a radio playing from the deck at the back door. I also could hear the humming from the jets of their hot tub on the deck as well. I could hear Pam’s voice as well talking to someone. I quietly opened the gate and looked into the backyard. I didn’t see anyone so I knew Pam had to be up on the deck. I walked inside, to the edge of the back of the house, looked around the corner, and saw Pam and her sister, Penny, in the hot tub together. Penny is pretty cool, even though she was three years older than us. She is not so stuck up like most high school chicks. I was about to step around the corner when the storm door opened and their younger brother, Peter, walked out ... followed by Sarah! She was supposed to be at her grandmother’s for the weekend! Why did Sarah tell me she was going to be at her grandmother’s house? I got really mad when I realized she had lied to me. If she wanted to spend the weekend with Pam, she could have just said so! Penny climbed out of the hot tub and Pam got out after her sister. Penny began talking to Peter. “You’re sure Mom is gone?” Penny asked. “Yeah. No one is here but us now,” Peter said, and smiled. “Okay then kiddies. It looks like the coast is clear,” Penny said, and smiled slyly. My mouth then fell open as I watched Penny start taking off her bikini top in front of everyone, including her younger brother! Each of them began removing their swimsuits. I was stunned as I watched Sarah join them in stripping down naked. I watched as Peter quickly slid his trunks down and revealed his erection. It was hard to see everything with the railing around the deck, but I could see enough to know they were all naked. They all stood around looking at each other for a few moments. Penny then stepped over, took Sarah’s arms with her hands, and looked at her sexy body up close. They began kissing and touching each other’s breasts. I felt so jealous of them. I wanted to be up there with them. Peter stood there with his hand on his hard cock. I’d always thought he was a dork, but he did seem to have a nice cock for being a year younger than us. Pam walked over to him and moved his hand away so she could hold it herself. She stroked it a few times while Peter reached out to touch and squeeze her hard nipples. Penny broke away from Sarah and grabbed some towels from a chair near the hot tub. She handed one to each of the others and they spread them out on the deck, side by side. They all then laid down on the blankets together. Once they were all lying down on the deck, it was a little harder to see them clearly. I decided to sneak up to the deck to continue watching them. After I got up to the deck and was sure no one could easily see me, I peeked through the rails and was amazed and excited by what I saw. Sarah was lying on her back. Penny was lying on top of Sarah with her mouth busy licking and kissing Sarah’s pussy, while Sarah returned the favor. Penny had her legs stretched out, with them spread wide enough so I could see her pussy. I felt a strong urge to lick her pussy myself. She had such a pretty body. I was so envious of all of them. I felt left out. I could also see Peter and Pam on the other side of them. Peter was on his back as Pam knelt between his legs. She was bent over so that she could suck her brother’s cock. Pam was really enjoying it too. Peter was certainly into it. It was obviously not their first time doing this either. The more I thought about it, the more pissed off I was with Pam. I had arranged for her to suck off my brother. She knew what Jamie and I had been doing together, and she didn’t think about even telling me she did things with her own brother and sister. I stared for a few minutes at all of them, resentful of what they are doing, wondering why Pam and Sarah kept this from me. I then heard Sarah ask Pam about when her mom was supposed to be home. Pam let her brother’s cock slip from her mouth so she could answer. “It’ll be hours. She said she was going shopping at several places. She’s always gone for hours when she does.” I knew something they didn’t though. I knew that Mrs. Rayner could come across the street from the Clarks at any time, after having had sex with them. I smiled devilishly as I figured they would all get busted for fooling around like this. Mrs. Rayner might fuck around, but I doubted she would like it if she found her own kids like this. I watched and kept glancing at the storm door, expecting to see Mrs. Rayner appear there at any time. After watching a little longer, I finally noticed Mrs. Rayner at the back door. I just knew she was about to rush out the door and confront them all. She could easily see her youngest daughter sucking off her son. She could see her oldest daughter licking Sarah’s pussy. I was somewhat surprised though when Mrs. Rayner walked from the door for a moment. Why didn’t she come out and stop them? Then I noticed her at the door again. She was in a position so she could see what her kids were doing, but it would be difficult for them to see her. I probably wouldn’t have noticed her if I hadn’t been expecting to see her come back. Then I got the shock of my life. I stared in amazement as Mrs. Rayner held a camera up and pointed it at her kids making out on the deck. I couldn’t believe that she wasn’t upset about what she was watching. She was far from upset. She wanted pictures of her kids having sex! I was so horny that I had to rub my pussy again. I slid my shorts and panties down for the second time and began to play with my clit. No one on the deck even looked toward the back door, since they were occupied with what they were doing anyways. I kept looking at Mrs. Rayner, who was still hiding and taking pictures, and then back at my friends having sex on the deck. I then noticed that Mrs. Rayner had unbuttoned her blouse. Between pictures, she was touching herself while she watched her children and Sarah perform oral sex and touch each other. The biggest shock of all came when Penny seemed to realize that Peter was about to orgasm from Pam’s blowjob. “Stop, Pam. Let me make him cum.” Pam moved away from Peter. His wet cock jerked. It was still very hard and sticking in the air. Penny then moved over and straddled her brother. She settled down so that her pussy was over Peter’s cock. Pam reached between them, grabbed her brother’s cock, and pointed it up toward her sister’s opening. Penny then lowered herself and let Peter’s cock slide all the way inside her. I glanced up at the backdoor, just knowing that Mrs. Rayner would stop this. Peter could possibly make his sister pregnant! But Mrs. Rayner did nothing, except continue to take pictures and touch herself. Penny began to raise and lower herself on her brother’s cock. It only took a few times before Peter moaned out that he was having an orgasm. Penny just sat down so his cock was deep inside her pussy while he came. After a short time, Penny moved off her brother and lay down on her back. She looked at her sister, Pam, and smiled. “You promised you would. You lost the bet, so it’s your turn to do it,” Penny said with a devilish grin. I wasn’t sure what she was talking about until Pam knelt down between her sister’s legs and began licking Peter’s cum from Penny’s pussy. I had an orgasm right then as I rubbed my throbbing pussy, squeezing my nipple hard through my shirt as I watched them. I bit my lip to keep from making any noise. After my orgasm had subsided, I knew I needed to get out of the Rayner’s backyard before someone discovered me. I slid my panties and shorts back up for the second time in the past hour and sneaked back to the gate at the side of the house. After I opened the gate and closed it quietly, I grabbed my bike and got out of there as fast as I could. I rode back to my house and decided to just go hang out in my room. I also wanted to look at the other pictures Mrs. Clark had given me. I went to my closet, pulled them all out, and spread them across my bed. As I glanced through them, I didn’t recognize anyone. I couldn’t really see faces clearly from the camera angles. I knew then that I wanted to spend some more time with Mrs. Clark to find out who some of her friends were. Now, I had some big secrets to keep. I wonder how many more secrets I would discover about my family and friends. I still had to find out about Mom and Mrs. Rayner. What was on the CD that Mrs. Clark gave my mom when she was leaving her house? I had learned a lot, but I still was not much closer to uncovering my mom and Mrs. Clark’s secrets. (continued in chapter 5) ----- Copyright © 2002-2011 Pookie. All rights reserved.