" Dirty Secrets "
Story codes: MF voy exhib bd


By Orestes

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   A complicated relationship was the very last thing I 
was looking for. I was more than a little stunned by 
the recent break-up with my long time high school 
girlfriend, Lynette. Now that we were off to college, 
she wanted the freedom to 'explore other options'. Like 
she was shopping for a new car or something, I couldn't 
help thinking.
   And yes, of course, we could still be friends. 
   When I first met with Jennifer, there was nothing 
complicated about it. We were both drinking late on a 
Tuesday evening at the campus watering hole. I wiped 
the foam from the tip of her nose after she started her 
third mug of beer. Not that I was counting, but between 
myself and Jennifer, we were getting quite a collection 
of empty mugs.
   She had these wonderful curls of dark hair that 
wandered across her face as she talked.
   Easy conversation. About plant biology, of all 
things.
   It was a topic she knew well. I shook my head dumbly 
when I realized that she wasn't another student at the 
college, but one of the professors. It didn't make much 
of a difference to me, of course. She was just a really 
nice voice to listen to while I drank silent toasts to 
my ex-girlfriend.
   We talked half the evening like old friends before 
we even introduced ourselves.
   " Jennifer Morton, " she held out her hand. " I'm 
running the horticulture program this year. "
   " I'm Greg Little, " I replied. " And I'm running up 
quite a bill at this bar. Can I buy you another ?"
   " Cheers. "

   It was the most natural thing on earth for me to 
walk her home. Out of habit, I put my arm around her as 
we walked, like I would have with Lynette. Jennifer 
slipped her hand around my waist too. She was a petite 
woman, and her head rested against my chest. Having her 
with me felt so good. So easy.
   It honestly never occurred to me that she would 
invite me in. She was a professor, and I was a student. 
I probably even seemed a little confused when she asked 
me if wanted to come in. I paused at the bottom of her 
steps.
   " It's okay if you don't want to, " Jennifer looked 
so beautiful standing there in the light of her 
doorway.
   " No... it's just that, well, I just broke up with a 
girl recently and..."
   And what ? Lynette was off  'exploring other 
options', and I was here, having a great time with 
Jennifer. Professor or not, I really liked being around 
her. I stopped my explanation short, and smiled at her.
   " Yes, I'd love to come in. "

   I sat on the edge of Jennifer's bed, and she 
straddled my lap. It was a nice easy pace. We kissed 
gently while our hands explored each other's bodies. 
Exploration. Now that's the right word. I hadn't been 
with anyone besides Lynette since my early teens, and 
every unfamiliar curve of Jennifer's body was 
pleasantly different. She was softer, warmer, and much 
more responsive to my touch.
   " Your body is wonderful, " she told me, breaking 
our kiss only briefly.  " So firm... so young. "
   So I was being compared to other lovers too. I was 
glad she enjoyed the difference.
   My heart quickened in anticipation of her every 
touch. I tried to pull her onto the bed beside me, but 
she held her place on my lap.
   " Not yet, naughty boy. "
   She was definitely setting the pace, and controlling 
the action. She circled her arms around my shoulders, 
and began to grind her hips slowly into my lap. It was 
torture. My cock strained within my jeans, her soft 
body pressing against it playfully. I held her tightly 
around the waist, pushing my pelvis into hers. 
   When she finally ended her painfully erotic dance, 
she slid down my body and began to unfasten my belt. 
This is exactly what I needed. A confident woman, sure 
about what she wanted from sex. Aggressive. Mature.
   Her lips engulfed me. Eye contact. It's a beautiful 
thing to see the face of a woman when she takes you 
into her mouth. Her dark hungry eyes devoured me more 
completely than her mouth ever could have. I watched 
with utter pleasure as the those two wonderful little 
hollows formed in her cheeks.
   Jennifer teased me with her mouth. I could just 
barely see the pale flesh of her breasts down the top 
of her blouse while she playfully twisted her tongue 
around the underside of my prick. It was such sweet 
torture, and she knew it. When she finally popped my 
saliva covered cock free from her mouth, she smiled 
with such mischief.
   And then she was on me.

   When she woke up on Wednesday morning, I still held 
her in my arms.
   " How did I find such a beautiful young lover ? " 
she whispered in my ear, when she finally stirred. She 
traced her fingers along my chest and stomach. " Can I 
see you again tonight ?"
   " Oh, god yes. I'll be thinking about it all day. "
   Yes, I would be thinking. I couldn't stop myself. 
From the instant I awoke, my head had been buzzing with 
thoughts. I had been watching  her while she slept for 
over an hour. The previous night had been so unplanned, 
that I hadn't considered our age difference. Now, with 
the pale morning light streaming through the window, it 
was all I could think about.
   Jennifer looked to be in her late thirties, making 
her nearly twenty years my senior. She didn't have the 
body of a teenager any more, but we were definitely 
sexually compatible. I loved the way she took an 
aggressive role in the bedroom. Our night together was 
unbelievable. Attraction certainly wasn't the problem. 
   Somehow, though, I got the feeling that I should 
wait for the other shoe to drop. 
   " I'd better get up and get Paige off to school, " 
she got up to dress.
   " Paige ?"
   " Oh, I'm sorry. Paige is my daughter. Um,... maybe 
it would be better if she didn't see you here. Sorry to 
put you in this position. For Paige's sake, I never 
bring men home. Could you wait until we leave, and then 
let yourself out the back door ? "
   My expression must have betrayed my feelings, 
because she stopped half way through buttoning her 
blouse, and sat beside me on the bed. She stroked my 
hair.
   " Listen, Greg. I know that it must be a little 
weird for you, me having a teenage daughter, and being 
a professor at the college. Believe me, it hadn't 
crossed my mind to date a student. "
   She held my chin and kissed me softly.
   "  I really enjoyed last night and I want to see you 
again. Please give it a chance. Call me here tonight... 
no, that's no good... call my private line at the 
college this afternoon. I'll write the number down for 
you. "
   So I was left there, laying in Jennifer's bed, 
holding onto a slip of paper with her office number, 
and listening to the sounds of her making breakfast for 
her teen daughter. I wondered whether I would call the 
number in my hand that afternoon. Did I really want 
this complication in my life ?
   My cock stiffened as I thought about the previous 
evening. I thought of the smell of her when she 
shamelessly pulled my face into her pussy. First I 
smelled her through the tight cotton of her panties, 
and then, when I pulled the moist crotch of her panties 
aside, she whispered her encouragement to me as I 
gingerly took my first taste of her. Lynette had never 
let me do that for her. I definitely wanted a woman 
like Jennifer, without any of Lynette's sexual 
inhibitions. 
   Her panties were still on the bed beside me. I took 
them in my hand and brought them to my nose. Her aroma 
was still strong on them. 
   I began to stroke my cock. Everything about this was 
sexy. She was a woman I knew little about. A professor 
who I'd just met, and who was probably double my age. 
She was just a woman I met in a bar. And here I was, 
laying comfortably in her bed the next morning, jerking 
myself off while she ate breakfast with her daughter 
downstairs. 
   Of course I'd be back.

   Several times over the next two weeks, I made late 
night visits to Jennifer's house, and the sex was 
amazing. She was firmly in control, and I didn't mind 
that at all. She made a game of teaching her 'young 
lover' how to please a woman. I was so worn out on the 
following days, I had trouble concentrating in class.
   The first time I visited, I considered bringing 
flowers, but I vaguely remembered her saying something 
unfavourable about the cut flower industry. Besides, 
buying flowers for her smacked of dorkiness to me. In 
the end, I brought a bottle of wine each night I came. 
   It tasted sweet on her breath as we made love.
   Even as we finished the bottle together, and made 
love well into the night, something was always gnawing 
at me. She always had me come over late, after Paige 
was in bed. Jennifer told me that she just didn't want 
to bother with introductions quite yet. She wanted me 
all to herself. Between that, and her insistence that I 
call her private number, I was beginning to get the 
feeling that she was embarrassed about me.
   Like I was her dirty little secret.
   In the middle of the third week of our relationship, 
I stopped by her office. She seemed quite nervous, and 
was reluctant to talk until we closed the door. 
   " What's going on, Jennifer ?"
   " What do you mean ? " Playing dumb really didn't 
suit her well.
   " I mean, we've been seeing each other for almost 
three weeks, and I still haven't met any of your 
friends. I still haven't met your daughter. For 
Christ's sake, I'm still sneaking out of your back door 
in the morning..."
   She interrupted. " That's just because I haven't 
made a key for you yet. When I do, you can leave 
through the front... if that means so much to you. "
   " That's not the fucking point, and you know it. You 
don't even want your co-workers to see us together."
   Jennifer shook her head in denial.
   " Oh really ? Why can't we talk with the door open, 
then ? I'll open it right now it you want. "
   " No. Don't..."
   She didn't say anything else right away. Tears began 
to well up in her eyes. I actually felt a little bad 
for pushing her like that. Suddenly, she wasn't so much 
in control of our relationship. I could see that she 
desperately wanted me to stay with her, and was 
searching for the words to convince me.
   " Greg, I promise, I'll tell everyone. Just give me 
a little bit of time. "

   That night,  I came over again, and we had sex, but 
there was something different. Her usual commanding 
manner gave way to an eagerness to please me. I had 
always enjoyed her assertiveness, but this was 
something different, and I found that she was very sexy 
as the submissive partner. It was like she was trying 
to compensate for our argument by making me the centre 
of attention in the bedroom.
   When she kissed me goodbye in the morning, though, 
my misgivings returned. I waited quietly, as I always 
did, while Jennifer got Paige up, made her breakfast, 
and drove her off to school. As I heard the Mazda pull 
out of the driveway, I reflected on my situation.
   Sure, the sex was pleasurable. And it promised to 
get even better. She had started out in control, but 
now it seemed that she was willing to let me take the 
lead in the bedroom, and that too was an inviting 
prospect. But where was the relationship ? I still 
wasn't sure about how long I would be willing to go on 
being her secret lover. It had to end sometime, didn't 
it ?
   I didn't leave right away that morning. My first 
class didn't begin until noon. The thought entered my 
head that I was entitled to be a part of Jennifer's 
life, and if she wasn't going to share it with me, that 
I would just have to figure things out for myself. 
   First, I looked for a diary. No luck. It didn't seem 
like Jennifer kept one, or if she did, she kept it at 
the office. I wandered through the house, and checked 
out most everything. I wasn't sure what I was looking 
for. Anything personal. Anything that would make me 
feel included in her life.
   I found the photo albums. That was kind of nice. 
There were some very recent pictures of Jennifer and 
Paige. It was funny that after spending almost two 
weeks in and out of the house, I had no idea what the 
girl looked like until now. She had the same dark hair 
as her mother, and was becoming quite a pretty girl. 
There was quite a resemblance.
    In the most recent photos, she looked like she must 
be around thirteen or fourteen years old. No sign of 
her father, although there were occasional pictures of 
Jennifer with other guys. The most recent of the photos 
showed her with an older guy, who I thought I might 
recognize from the college. That irked me a bit. 
Jennifer hadn't mentioned him to me at all. I was 
intent on finding the answer to this riddle.
   In the course of my snooping, I passed by the door 
to Paige's room several times. I debated whether or not 
to go in. In the end, I guess curiosity won out. I went 
into the teenager's room for a quick look around.
   Well, that's what it was going to be, but I spied 
her diary near the head of her bed, and I couldn't 
resist looking in. I guess I felt like a real shit for 
invading the girl's privacy, but no one else was 
around, so I figured that it couldn't do any harm. 
Besides, maybe it would provide some clue about  who 
the guy in the pictures with Jennifer was.
   I started from the book marked page, and what I read 
stunned me.

   ' Oct 25,
   ' I just watched mom doing it with the young guy 
again. Yay! After the other night, I wasn't sure if 
he'd be back. She was being real quiet tonight, so that 
I wouldn't hear anything. She thinks I'm so stupid ! 
That I won't notice that she has a guy in her room with 
her. She'd totally kill me if she knew that I was 
watching her. But I shouldn't worry.  She's way to busy 
*fucking* to notice me (ha ha)'

   My heart was skipping beats. What I was reading was 
unbelievable. Jennifer was going through all of this 
trouble to hide our relationship from her daughter, and 
meanwhile, Paige was somehow getting a good view of all 
the action.
   In the following paragraph, she actually described 
our previous night's session, removing all doubt from 
my mind. I was stunned by the amount of sexual 
vocabulary the girl had picked up. I knew that I hadn't 
been that savvy about sex when I was her age. In the 
final passage, she even described her mother's new 
submissive attitude.

   ' I don't why mom is so different tonight, but she 
seems to be letting the young guy do whatever he wants 
to her. She sucked his penis for a long time, and even 
let him squirt into her mouth. When I first saw her 
with this guy (I think his name is Craig) she was 
really in control, and told him what to do. Now she 
seems so different. It's so weird, but it makes me 
really horny to watch. She isn't like this with any of 
the other guys. '

   The information was coming too fast. Not only had I 
learned that Paige had been watching our late-night 
sessions from the start, but also that she had spied on 
Jennifer with other men. I skipped backwards in the 
diary to find more details.
   My heart sank as I read the next entry. It was dated 
from a couple of days before, on a night that Jennifer 
told me that she was visiting with friends.

   ' Oct 23,
   ' Mom's with the Professor again tonight. Yuck ! 
It's been a while since he's come over. Are they 
getting back together ? That totally sucks. I think I 
like watching her and the young guy better. Mom just 
seems more excited with him. And besides, when she's 
with the Professor, I don't get to see much because he 
likes to do it under the covers. That sucks. I hope it 
doesn't last. '
   ' Grace is back together with Andrew this week..."

   I flipped back through the book until I couldn't 
stand it. Entry after entry described in detail the 
different men that Jennifer had been seeing over the 
last year. At least four, from Paige's writing. There 
was nothing before January, when,  in an excited entry, 
Paige wrote that she was first able to spy on her 
mother through her bedroom closet. I snapped the book 
shut in my hand, and tried to calm my nerves.
   Jennifer was lying to me. I almost laughed when I 
remembered what she said that first morning, " For 
Paige's sake, I never bring men home. " And she was 
still seeing another guy. No wonder she didn't want to 
be seen with me at the college. She didn't want ' the 
Professor' to find out about her young lover.
   And now we all had our secrets, didn't we ? Paige 
had her secret diary, and her secret opening in the 
closet, where she could watch her mother having sex. 
Jennifer had a secret love affair with two men, neither 
of whom she wanted to lose. My secret was simply that I 
knew the whole dirty story.
   Placing the diary back where I found it, I opened 
Paige's closet. I knew from the layout of the rooms 
that Jennifer's closet lined up directly with Paige's, 
but I had no idea how she was seeing between them. I 
pushed aside her neatly pressed school uniforms, and 
scanned the back wall. At first I didn't see it. The 
wall was cut so neatly, in a little square behind the 
clothing. I gently pulled the patch of drywall out, and 
was rewarded with a clear view into Jennifer's room. 
   Now I could see how she pulled it off. The hole 
looked in from behind Jennifer's clothing, and would be 
impossible to spot from the other side unless you were 
really looking for it. In the darkness of the evening, 
Paige's chances of being caught were next to zero.
   I replaced the drywall, and left her room the way I 
found it. I really needed to get out of there. With my 
head still spinning from the revelations, I let myself 
out through the back door.

   All through that day and the next, my mind was 
filled with dark, twisted thoughts. First they were 
about Jennifer, and then about Paige, and of course, 
the diary. How could I be so angry, and yet so excited 
at the same time ? I couldn't figure out how a 
relationship that started out so simple had become such 
a complicated circle of lies. 
   Mostly, though, I couldn't figure out why I didn't 
want to end it; why I was so aroused by the whole 
situation.
   Certainly the sex with Jennifer was amazing, but 
that wasn't the whole story. The idea that she was 
cheating on me and lying to me should have bothered me. 
And it did. But in my dark little sexual imaginings, I 
also saw it as an opportunity to bring her along to new 
levels of sexual experimentation. I saw it as a way to 
make her do what I pleased. I wanted to use her guilt 
to get back at her.
   The idea that her daughter had been watching us fuck 
should have turned me off, but somehow it didn't. God 
help me, the more I thought about it, the more it 
excited me. 
   There was just something about the perversity of it 
all. The incestuous voyeurism of watching her mother 
being fucked by various men. Well it obviously turned 
Paige on. I thought back on all of the things that 
Jennifer and I had tried. I imagined them now through 
the eyes of Paige; how it would look to see me fucking 
her mother from behind, or to see her squatting over my 
face as I licked her. Paige must have seen everything. 
   I thought about what it would be like to fuck 
Jennifer now, knowing the whole time that Paige was 
watching,  to know that the young girl was watching me 
thrust my cock into her mother. I thought about how it 
would excite the school girl. Would she masturbate 
while she watched her mother being screwed ? The 
thought made me shake in anticipation.
    Jennifer phoned me the next day. This was the first 
time she had called me at all. Every other time, I had 
done the calling. The balance of our relationship was 
definitely shifting, and we both knew it.
   " Hi Greg, did you want to come over tonight ?"
   " Sorry, I'm busy tonight. Maybe you could call me 
tomorrow. "
   I wanted to make her sweat a bit. But I had plans 
for her the following night. When she called the next 
day, I let her know what they were.
   " I'd really like to see you tonight, Greg, " she 
told me.
   " Yeah. I'd like that too. I really like what we did 
the other night. I've been thinking about it a lot. "
   She was pleased that I was taking her up on her 
offer. Her voice was brimming with sexual excitement.
   " Oh, so you like being in charge, do you ? "
   " You know it. Hey, listen Jennifer, I've got this 
little fantasy..."
   " Anything, " she said eagerly.
   Perfect.
   " Well, it's a bit embarrassing... but you being a 
teacher and all, I can't get the idea out of my head. I 
fantasize about what it would be like if we were to 
switch roles, and you were to play the naughty 
schoolgirl. I could be the strict school master. "
   " Mmm. Role playing. That sounds like fun. "
   " And you don't mind if I'm a little strict with 
you, maybe give you a bit of a spanking ?"
   " Not at all. I'm looking forward to it. Hey, you 
don't mind coming over a little late, do you ?"
   She was still trying to keep her secrets from Paige. 
If she only knew...
   " No problem, " I said. " Paige will be in bed by 
ten, right ? I'll be in around eleven. Be ready for 
me."

   When I knocked softly on the door, Jennifer only 
opened it a crack and peaked out to see me. I cocked my 
head in curiosity.
   " Come in, " she whispered, opening the door just a 
little more. It was as if she didn't want anyone to be 
able to see her through the open door. A bit of a silly 
worry at eleven o'clock, if you ask me, but when I came 
in and saw her, I could see what she was nervous about.
   She had taken my request further than I had 
expected. I'll admit, I chose the schoolgirl theme with 
Paige in mind, but this was more than I had imagined. 
Jennifer was decked out, from head to toe, in one of 
her daughter's school uniforms. The clothes were a bit 
small, but I was surprised at how well Jennifer's 
petite figure fit into them.
   " Oh my god, are those..."
   " They're Paige's. I just thought that they would 
add a little authenticity to our game. "
   They sure did. I couldn't help but flash on the 
photo album pictures of Paige, dressed in this same 
uniform. Jennifer must have been all too aware of the 
resemblance.
   " I just took them from the laundry, " she 
continued. There was a lot of excitement in her voice. 
" I even... um... well, I wanted it to be perfect to 
the last detail, so I'm even wearing her bra and 
panties. "
   Had I stumbled across some hidden sexual fantasy of 
Jennifer's ? Something that she wouldn't have dared to 
ask of her lover. This whole thing certainly seemed to 
be making her so very horny.
   Of course, I wasn't unaffected either. I couldn't 
help but think about what it would be like for Paige, 
waiting in her closet for us to come upstairs, when her 
mother entered the room decked out in her school 
clothing. I couldn't wait for the moment when I she 
would watch me bend her mother forward, and pull up her 
kilt, revealing the fact that she was even wearing 
Paige's panties. God, what would the girl be thinking 
at that moment ?
   " Well, Miss Morton, I think that maybe we should go 
up to my office, " I gestured playfully towards the 
stairs.
   " Yes sir, " she said, playing along with my game. 
Before we went up, she gave me a quick kiss, and 
whispered in my ear. " You can be as strict as you 
want. I don't mind. "
   Even without my thoughts of Paige, this would have 
been an exciting turn in our sex life. Jennifer was 
giving me permission, practically begging even, for me 
to take complete control tonight. For me to discipline 
her like a naughty schoolgirl. It was quite a nice 
reversal. 
   I wondered what it must be like for her, to allow a 
student from her college, and almost twenty years 
younger than her, to take control of her like this. To 
have her play the role of a naughty schoolgirl, who 
needed to be punished.
   As soon as we came through the door to Jennifer's 
room, I could feel the Paige's eyes on us. I tried my 
best not to look in the direction of the closet, but 
that's where my mind was. My cock was painfully hard. 
   I knew that I was going to give Paige a show that 
she would never forget. The perversity of it really got 
my blood pumping. I was going to make her mother 
perform for her, and give her a sex show. I was going 
to make her mother unwittingly display herself in utter 
humiliation before her daughter. I couldn't wait to get 
started.
   " Miss Morton, " I tried to use my strictest tone. I 
hadn't done anything like this before, but my 
excitement was making the transition easy. " Have you 
been a naughty girl ?"
   " Yes sir. "
   " Then you'll need some punishment, young lady, 
won't you ? Come over here. "
   I led Jennifer to a spot beside the bed, right in 
front of the closet. Oh yes, I was going to give Paige 
a front row seat in her mother's degradation. The best 
part was, Jennifer just thought that this was innocent 
fun. She had no idea that her daughter was watching 
every moment.
   " Bend forward, girl, and get ready for your 
punishment, " I ordered.
   Jennifer was breathing so very heavily. How much of 
this scene resonated with her own fantasies, I'll never 
know. I began to remove my belt from my pants as she 
slowly bent forward, putting her hands on the bed. It 
would be perfect. Her ass was facing directly towards 
the closet, only a few feet away.
   My hand wandered up Paige's skirt, to her mother's 
ass. 
   " Bend further forward, " I directed. " You'll have 
to stick your backside up nicely for me. "
   The control I had over her was intoxicating. I was 
showing her off for my secret audience, and the next 
thing I wanted to display was directly under the cloth 
of that skirt. I grabbed the edge of it, and pulled it 
forward, revealing Jennifer's ass fully. 
   Paige's panties were so very small on her. The 
little white panties barely covered her mother's 
crotch. I slipped one of my fingers under the edge of 
the tight little panties. Jennifer's body shook with 
lust.
   " These panties seem awfully small for you, Miss 
Morton. Not very ladylike at all. "
   " No sir, you're right sir. "
   " In fact, I'd almost suspect that they aren't your 
panties at all. "
   My finger found her wet pussy, and she gasped. Just 
as quickly, I pulled my finger away. She was going to 
have to suffer for a while yet.
   " Who do these panties belong to, young lady ?"
   " They're mine, sir. "
   " Do they belong to Paige Morton then ?"
   Quietly. " Yes."
   " I'm sorry, who do they belong to. Speak up, girl."
   " To... Paige. To me. "
   I teased her pussy again with my finger. God I 
wanted Paige to hear this. I wanted her to know that 
not only was her mother wearing her clothing, but that 
she was actually turned on by the idea of assuming her 
daughter's role.
   " One more time, girl. Your voice is so faint. Which 
little slut do these panties belong to ?"
   " Nnng... to me... I'm Paige Morton. Oh please, 
spank me... I've been so bad. "
   Her voice was loud enough that I had no doubt that 
Paige would hear every word. She would hear her mother 
begging to be spanked. Jennifer's body was pushing back 
against my fingers. Her excitement was electrifying the 
air around her.
   The leather of my belt slapped hard against her bare 
ass. I was a little surprised by the how loud the blow 
was. The soft flesh of her rear end jumped and rippled 
from the force of the blow.
   Jennifer whimpered, but didn't cry out.
   " That's right, young lady. You be brave for your 
punishment. I want you to count them for me. "
   I stood to one side of her, making sure not to block 
the view from the closet. I wondered if this was 
turning Paige on, to see her mother punished this way.
   " Two...three... ungh, four... five..."
   A deep shade of pink was spreading across her ass 
cheeks. I was venting my anger for her lies, for her 
unfaithfulness. I got off not only on the act of 
strapping her, but also on the idea of humbling her in 
front of her daughter. Each stroke came down with more 
force, but Jennifer made no sign of trying to avoid 
them. Yes, she was definitely a girl who needed some 
punishment.
   " Nine... ten... eleven..."
   I reached my left hand over, and held her by the 
back of the neck. That felt good. She was totally under 
my control.
   " Eighteen... nineteen... twenty..."
   Jennifer waited after the count of twenty, to see if 
another blow was coming. Brave girl. She was still 
sticking her ass out for more. My cock was painfully 
erect, though, and I needed some relief.
   " Do you know why you're being punished, Paige ?"
   Jennifer's body quivered again.
   " N-no sir."
   " It's because you're a naughty little slut, who 
likes to suck all of the boys cocks, aren't you ?"
   " Yes sir. "
   " Get on your knees in front of me, and show me what 
you like to do to all of the boys."
   She dropped to her knees in front of me. I stood 
sideways to the closet, to provide the best view of the 
activity. Jennifer reached up and unbuttoned my pants. 
I looked down at my little schoolgirl and smiled. God, 
would she be mortified if she knew who was watching her 
play the slut. So very eagerly, she fed my engorged 
cock into her mouth.
   " Mmmm... mmm, " she moaned, as she tried her best 
to deep throat me. I reached down and took hold of her 
hair. I pulled her wandering locks out of her face. I 
wasn't going to let anything get in the way of a good 
show.
   " Are you a nasty little cock sucker, Paige ?"
   " Mmm hmm, " she nodded her head around my member.
   " Unbutton your blouse for me... show me those cute 
little titties. "
   Jennifer unbuttoned and removed the white blouse, 
revealing yet another sexy view. The bra was definitely 
Paige's and held Jennifer's breast just a little too 
tightly. The view of her body, displayed in the 
schoolgirl uniform was almost too much for me. I had to 
grip her hair tightly, and pull her mouth off of my 
cock. She slurped loudly as I pulled free of her.
   We paused like that, me holding her hair, and 
catching my breath. 
   " Are you wet, slut ?"
   " Yes. I'm so wet. Goddamn, you're turning me on. "
   " Take off your little girl panties, Paige, and show 
me how wet you've made them. "
   Jennifer reached her hands up her skirt, and 
wriggled her ass as she struggled to pull the tight 
little panties off. In the meantime, I reached behind 
her, and unfastened Paige's bra. When she was finally 
able to slide the panties off, she handed them to me 
obediently.
   " Oh, this is very naughty, " I told her. " These 
panties are so very wet. A slut like you will have to 
learn her lessons. Open your mouth. "
   Jennifer knew what was coming. She looked me in the 
eyes, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue. God 
she was hot. She would have done anything. I placed the 
moist crotch of the panties against her tongue, and 
them pushed Paige's underwear into her mother's mouth. 
I began to wrap the bra around her head.
   " Do you like the taste of yourself, Paige ?" I 
asked her. A perverse thought struck me. I knew that 
Jennifer had taken the clothing from the laundry, and I 
wondered if Paige had been wearing these panties in the 
last day or two. 
   " Mmm hmm, " Jennifer nodded.
   " Good, then I'll make sure you keep them there. "
   I tied the straps of Paige's bra around Jennifer's 
head, to keep the panties in place. 
   " Now, slut, let's have a look at that wet pussy of 
yours. Get on the bed, on your hands and knees. "
   I led Jennifer onto the bed, with her ass still 
facing the closet. Everything I was doing tonight was 
to give Paige a good show of her slutty mother. I 
wondered how much she was appreciating my efforts. I 
pulled the skirt up once again and bunched it around 
Jennifer's waist. Her legs were already spread, 
displaying her pussy and ass lewdly from behind.
   Neither one of us could take much more of this. 
Jennifer was so wet, I could see her pussy glistening 
from where I stood. I needed relief so badly, I could 
hardly stand to look. But there was one more thing that 
I wanted to see Jennifer do. One more little 
degradation for my secret audience.
   From the floor near the bed, I picked up one of the 
empty wine bottles from my previous visits. Actually, I 
didn't recognize the label. Perhaps this bottle was 
from her other lover. Even better.
   I placed myself behind her, but stood a little to 
the side, so that Paige could still see. I started with 
my finger. Jennifer groaned into her daughters panties 
as I slipped my finger easily into her wet passage. 
Only a moment later, I slipped in a second finger. This 
was a nice scene, with Jennifer pushing her pussy back 
to greet me, but I had a little more in mind.
   When I pulled my fingers out, Jennifer whimpered in 
frustration. I had her exactly where I wanted her. Good 
and horny. With no further delay, I gently touched the 
mouth of the bottle to the lips of her pussy.
   This was going to have to be voluntary. She froze, 
as she realized what the object was. I didn't push. I 
just waited for her to invite me. God, I wished I could 
see Paige's face, as her mother began to gently grind 
her wet pussy lips against the mouth of the bottle, 
first in little circles, then more insistently.
   Did she crave this humiliation as much as I wanted 
to give it to her ? I didn't have to do much. All I had 
to do was give her the right angle, and she would 
eagerly do the rest. I slowly raised the bottle, and 
let her push back into it. I could hear her moaning 
softly into her gag as it penetrated her.
   " That's indecent, " I said. " Is little Paige such 
a whore that she'll put anything into her pussy ?  "
   Jennifer was nodding her head. 
   " Fuck yourself with it, little whore. I'll hold it 
for you. I want to see what a slut you are. "
   No sooner than I gave her permission, she began to 
push herself back and forth on the glass of the bottle. 
She fucked herself slowly on the  rigid phallus, each 
time pushing herself further towards the wide end of 
the bottle. I couldn't stand it any more.
   " That's enough. "
   I gently withdrew the bottle from her, and dropped 
it onto the bed.
   " Turn around. Put your face near the bottle. I'm 
going to fuck you now. "
   Jennifer crawled around until her face was at the 
edge of the bed, beside the wine bottle. I crawled up 
onto the bed behind her. She held her ass up in the air 
for me. Neither one of us could wait to cum.
   This is exactly the way I wanted to end it, and it's 
a scene that was better than I could have imagined. 
Jennifer was on her knees, with the uniform skirt 
pushed up onto her back. I pushed myself into her open 
hole with ease. Both of us were facing towards the 
closet. Jennifer grunted with pleasure, unable to say 
anything, because Paige's wet panties were stuffed into 
her mouth.
   " Do you like being fucked, Paige ? " I was saying 
it to both women. In a sense, I had been having sex 
with both of them this night. It felt so dirty... so 
incestuous.
   Jennifer grunted her approval. She had one of her 
hands at her pussy, and was fingering her clit while I 
fucked her from behind. I was getting so close to 
orgasm. I could feel Jennifer's pussy contracting 
around me. She was close too.
   I envisioned Paige masturbating while watching this 
scene; while watching her mother get fucked from 
behind. I thought of her watching her mother's tit's 
bounce underneath her with the rhythm of our bodies. 
Most of all, I wanted her to see her mother's face when 
she came.
   With my right hand, I grabbed a handful of 
Jennifer's hair, and pulled her face up. Paige would 
see her mother cum, with her daughter's panties stuffed 
in her mouth. 
   The thought of it pushed me over the edge.
   " Oh, fuck, take my cum, Paige ! I'm giving it to 
you. " My intense orgasm couldn't hold off any longer. 
Beneath me, I could feel Jennifer's body begin to shake 
as her own climax overtook her. I held her hair, and 
kept her face visible throughout.
   Our bodies pounded into each other. Each of us was 
desperate to extend the feeling for just a little 
longer as we came in unison. 
   She squealed into the panties, her face contorting 
with pleasure. I grunted loudly as I emptied myself 
into her pussy. Finally, our rhythm slowed, and then 
stopped, as our orgasms subsided. When her body 
couldn't take any more, Jennifer collapsed forward with 
me on top of her.
   While I caught my breath, I couldn't help but look 
in the direction of the closet. Paige would watch every 
last detail, I knew. To my surprise, even in the 
darkness of the closet, I could just barely make out 
the little opening into Paige's closet. She was still 
there.
   
   I winked.

   Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. 
   But that's what I did. It was a simple act, but one 
that served to destroy our whole intricate web of lies. 
It's funny that a wink could do all of that. 
Apparently, Paige panicked. I didn't know it until 
Jennifer broke up with me over the phone two days 
later. 
   " I'm sorry, Greg, but after what Paige saw the 
other night, I don't feel comfortable with us any more, 
" Jennifer told me, after explaining that Paige had 
been peeping on us. I tried my best to sound shocked by 
the revelation.
   The way I figured it, Paige had been afraid that I 
would tell her mother, so she beat me to the punch and 
confessed her voyeurism. Luckily for me, she didn't 
tell her mother about the wink. That would have proved 
much more awkward.
   So there's at least that one dirty secret still left 
between us.

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