The story is about a mother who encourages her daughter to let an older man fondle her as they walk in the woods, awaking memories.
Myra watched as her daughter and the much older man strolled down the path. Fifty yards further along they would turn and disappear into dense woodland, just as they had done on many other occasions that summer, as they took his dog a walk. The mother saw Kerry turn toward the man Peter, their neighbour, and laugh as she chatted away.
Myra had seen Peter admire the girls well shaped bottom that was just about covered with shorts made from very tight thin clinging cotton, cut so high her buttocks were very much on show. Myra knew that sometime during that afternoon walk Peter’s hand would be stroking over Kerry’s arse and giving it a squeeze – followed, no doubt, by more touching and who knows what else?
How did the mother know this and why was she letting it happen? Well she knew because Kerry had told her. And she was letting it happen for a couple of good reasons – at least she thought the reasons were valid. She didn’t want to ruin her friendship with Peter because he’d been very useful to her – doing DIY jobs, tending to the garden when heavy work was needed, generally being a good neighbour. The second reason was that after a certain and informative conversation with her daughter the single mother had experienced a powerfully exciting sexual thrill.
Kerry’s mother remembered it well.
‘Did you enjoy your walk with Peter,’ Myra had asked.
‘Well, yes,’ the girl had answered.
‘You don’t sound so sure,’ her mum said.
‘When we got to the edge of the old quarry, he lifted me on top of the wall so I could see right down the valley.’
‘What’s wrong with that.’
‘He does it often and helps me keep my balance and holds me – but he puts his hand on my bum to steady me. Sometimes he rubs my bum cheeks – like – massaging me. We were told at school ages ago that men shouldn’t touch girls in their private places. That’s a bit naughty isn’t it mum?’
‘Well, yes, it is really. But did he force you to do anything – or hurt you?’
No, I just felt his hand on me – my bum and top of my legs.’
‘There is one thing I’m sure of – it didn’t upset you – because you’ve been happy enough to keep going walks with him. I’m not sure it’s worth causing trouble over. I mean, Peter has done a lot for us.’
‘But it is wrong isn’t it mum?’
‘A lot of things happen that are, let’s say, technically wrong, as we go through life – but sometimes it depends on other things.’
Kerry had looked confused. ‘What do you mean mum?’
‘We have to think about things in a different way. Like, we are both fond of Peter, aren’t we – and his little dog. He’s very fond of us too. I think he’s just being affectionate toward you.’
‘Well I thought that when he started giving me little kisses, but then he wanted bigger kisses.’
‘Really?’ Myra felt her heart beat a little faster. ‘What do you mean by bigger’ kisses?’
‘Longer ones – on my lips.’
‘Did it not feel nice? You’ve never come home looking upset or complained.’
Myra was trying to hide her excitement and wanted to ask many questions.
‘No, it wasn’t nasty or anything, but I didn’t think he was supposed to do that?’
‘Nobody saw him doing that did they – people passing by, for instance?’
‘No, he always waited while we were off the main path, in the part of the woods were no one else goes – nowhere near any of the paths. Sometimes he likes us to sit near the very edge where the ground drops – in a little patch that’s clear but hidden – it’s like a secret place.’
‘And you both sit on the grass – and he kisses and cuddles you?’
‘Well, yeah.’
Myra felt a surge of sexual electricity and a feeling of excited perversion.
‘I think we have to take into account, that Peter hardly ever gets the chance to show his affection to females, so he probably felt tempted to give you a hug and a kiss. Also, he’s maybe noticed that you are growing up, starting to develop into a young woman. This is what happens, Kerry, you’ll have to get used to men seeing you becoming more shapely. It’s not only boys that will look at you through different eyes – older men will find you very attractive too. Peter will want to be more affectionate toward you, but touching you,kissing you, will make him feel very excited. I’m sure you must know some things – about sex, I mean. You will have learned about it at school.’
Kerry had nodded her head, a little embarrassed.
Her mother smiled. ‘I bet you feel a little excitement too. It’s okay, you don’t need to answer me. Nearly everybody does naughty things as they grow up – because it can be exciting. Now I would say that it’s not worth causing trouble over. I’m sure Peter is sensible enough only to kiss and cuddle you where no one is likely to see you. If we get him into trouble, then we’ll be asked a lot of questions too. What do you think, Kerry, is it best not to make a fuss – especially if you both enjoy the naughty little kisses and cuddles? You’ve already said he doesn’t hurt you and you’ve been happy to carry on going walks with him and let him kiss and cuddle with you.’
‘I thought I’d better tell you,’ Kerry said.
‘I’m very glad you did – how about leaving things as they are and we’ll see how they develop. I’d like you to keep telling me what you do when out with Peter and telling me how he touches and kisses you. You won’t get into trouble, because I’ve given you permission to carry on and, like I say, we don’t really want to get Pete into trouble, do we?
‘Well, no mum.’
‘Do you think he’s a nice man really? You seem to be happy when he’s around.’
Yeah, he makes me laugh too.’
‘Good. Now I hope you haven’t told any of your friends about this. We must keep it secret.’
‘I haven’t told anyone – only you.’
When you go to school, into town, or out with your friends at weekends , don’t let anything slip – be careful what you say. But you must keep talking to me about it.’
From that day on, Myra looked forward to Peter taking her daughter out into the woods. Often, while they were gone the mother would try and picture how Kerry was being touched, wondering if Peter was taking things a step further. She would find herself putting her hand inside her knickers, rubbing her clit. Myra would feel envy, wishing that when she was young there had been a ‘Peter’ in her life – a man she liked, one she felt happy ‘doing favours for’ and ‘pleasing’ as she’d been taught.
There had actually been occasions when certain men had coaxed her into situations where she was sexually fondled and made to undress to play with the erect cocks of much older men. Myra had memories of being in the house with her father and several of his friends visited, then, after them drinking copious amounts of alcohol she was made to sit on their laps and masturbate them in turn. Myra remembered being quite confused wondering why her mother always found an excuse to go out, refusing to take her daughter with her; while she was made to stay at home with the men.
Sometimes her mother would lay out clothes on her bed, then in the evening, her father would take her out to houses where three or four men would unfasten their trousers and take out their cocks while they watched her dance and gradually take off her clothes. Then when their excitement built up she would have to kneel between their legs and take their penis in her mouth until the ‘white stuff’ shot out, sometimes nearly choking her.
It wasn’t until she was much older that the memories of those times caused her to feel stimulated and she’d rub her clit, reliving the experiences. Was it now the turn of her own daughter?
When Kerry returned home from her walks with Peter, usually in the early evening, Myra was careful not to scare her by immediately asking too many questions. She didn’t want Kerry to feel like she was being interrogated – given the ‘Third Degree’.
She may go so far as to ask, quietly; ‘Did you enjoy your walk, today?’ Usually Kerry would say she had with a smile. It thrilled her mother to see her smile as it meant she must have enjoyed, whatever liberties Peter had taken with her. Myra would carefully pick her time to ask her daughter a well phrased question, such as; ‘Are you still finding your walks with Peter enjoyable?’ She might hope Kerry would open up and tell her more, but sometimes she needed further prompting. ‘Do you still sit with him in your little secret place?’
One one occasion, Myra learned that Peter had slid his hand up under her T-shirt and rubbed her budding breasts, while he kissed her. That revelation almost made the mother orgasm. Another time her daughter informed her mum that their friend and neighbour had kissed her ‘harder’ than usual. ‘He put his tongue in my mouth as well and after he whispered that he wanted me to put my tongue in his mouth too!’
‘My goodness!’ Myra exclaimed, with fake mild shock. ‘And did you do as he asked?’
Kerry had shyly grinned and nodded her head.
‘Did he want you to do it lots of times?’
‘Yeah, he kissed me for ages, wanting us to touch tongues.’
‘I suppose he let his hands wander inside your clothes too – while you were kissing? Myra asked casually.
‘Yes, he does that a lot now – he pushes my bra cups up so he can feel my nipples.’
Myra could hardly wait to be alone – to take her panties off and lie on the bed using a big dildo that she hid in a box kept on top of a wardrobe.
‘Does he still like to caress your bottom?’ Myra once asked her daughter.
‘Yes, he likes to put his fingers between my legs too.’
From the front?’ her mother asked, catching her breath, feeling a thrill.
‘Sometimes, but he does it when he stands behind me, like looking over the valley at the scenery. He will stand behind me and kiss my neck, sometimes he rubs his fingers between my legs from the front, other times from behind – and with his other hand he will rub my titties. He has started to press his body against mine and move me up and down.’
‘Oh, my goodness!’ Myra hissed, trying to force herself to stay calm.
‘Is that bad mum – are you mad at him for doing that?’
‘No, of course not – I just found it, you know, a bit naughtier than usual – but it’s okay! And can you… erm… feel him pressing into you?’
‘I know what you mean mum, I’ve felt boys get hard when I’ve been at parties and I let them kiss me.’
‘Wow, I didn’t realise that happened at the parties your friends have. Do you like it when that happens? I’m glad you feel okay telling me stuff like that.’
‘So… do you feel Peter getting hard when he presses you against his body and moves you up and down?’
‘Yes, I can feel his willy, that what he presses me against. If he does it while I’m facing him he puts his hands on my bottom cheeks and I can feel his cock. Oops! Sorry mum, I didn’t mean to say that word!’
Myra was wet between her legs and was really looking forward to using her dildo.
‘It’s okay for us to use those names when we’re talking amongst ourselves,’ Myra told her daughter. ‘He holds your bum and moves you up and down – does he kiss you at the same time – he must get very excited, then.’
‘Yeah, he gets out of breath.’
‘Like he’s doing it properly, having sex with you! Do you mind me saying that Kerry, or does it embarrass you?’
‘Well, I didn’t like saying that in front of you. But yes, he gets very very excited!’
Myra decided to buy her daughter a few new items of clothing. Usually she let her daughter choose her own but in this instance she chose them for a specific purpose – they were chosen to please the mother, not the daughter, but Myra was sure Kerry would approve of her choice. The weather hotted up, giving Myra the opportunity to reveal the new togs when Peter was due to take Kerry a walk.
The man and girl were chatting as they fussed over the dog. Greeting Peter, Myra then turned to Kerry.
‘You really don’t want to be going a walk wearing heavy denims – it’s stiflingly hot. When I was in town I bought you something lighter – I’ve left them on your bed – go and put them on.’
Looking curious, Kerry went off to check them out. Myra followed her.
‘Mum, thanks!’
‘Glad you like them. I don’t think you need to bother with a bra, it’s very humid, you’ll get a heat rash under your boobs. The top is maybe a bit tight – but it’s very thin and flimsy. I’ll go and keep Peter company while you change.’
Myra found Peter patiently waiting in the garden. She was aroused knowing the man would almost certainly be lusting after her daughter.
‘It’s unusually hot – I think she needs to dress accordingly – fewer items of clothing, lighter.’
When Kerry reappeared Myra heard Peter take in a deep breath. Her top was white, tight and very sheer, the redness of her nipples poking though the cloth and very prominent. The fact she was braless was very evident to all but Peter noted a look of unconcern on the faces of both females. As his gaze slowly lowered he eyes focused on her equally tight, equally thin cotton shorts that clung to her labia outlining the shape known as a camel-toe. Kerry turned to stroke the dog that had run to meet her, showing that half her buttock cheeks were on display and her arse crack was eating her shorts. Bending to stroke the dog she almost caused Peter’s erect dick to push through his own shorts.
‘Have a good time you two!’ The mother called as they walked off side by side.
Kerry was well aware that her mother had purposely chosen her new outfit to excite their neighbour. Now she wondered whether her mother wanted her to let Peter go further when he touched and kissed her or did mum just want her to look more sexy for him. Peter had never attempted to take off her clothes or exposed himself – never tried to persuade her to drop her knickers. Was her mum trying to make that happen? What should she do if Peter got carried away?
As they walked and talked Kerry looked at the older man and realised he was old enough to be her mum’s dad – and that made him old enough to be her grandfather. Suddenly the full implications of their friendship became clear. Kerry had let this old man kiss her, feel her body, put his tongue in her mouth. The girl reminded herself – in more detail than she’d told her mother, how their sexy little games had started and developed. For now she would continue to fake her naivety.
Back home, the single, somewhat sex-starved mother lay on her bed, legs wide open, pleasuring her self with a large dildo. Myra knew very well her daughter wasn’t telling her everything, holding back explicit detail. Kerry had not expressed any shock or surprise when given the very revealing outfit bought by her mother that sexualised her more than she could have imagined. In fact, Myra noted how it appeared her daughter could not wait to try on the garments and show off to Peter.
When Peter and her daughter got back, Kerry seemed in a hurry to dash into house; but not before her mother noticed a damp patch around the gusset of her tight shorts. Myra decided to have a few words with her neighbour.
‘Have you had a nice afternoon, Peter?’
‘Very nice thanks, sorry if we’re back a bit later than normal.’
‘That’s okay,’ Myra told him, ‘I rather expected you’d be out longer today. What did you think of Kerry’s new outfit – it’s not ideal garb for tramping through woods – or lying on the grass, is it. Did you think it was a bit too revealing – an overly sexual outfit – or do you like seeing her dressed like that?’
Peter was clearly stunned for a minute, then recovered his poise.
‘I thought the idea of wearing the outfit was to keep her cool – but as you’ve asked, I think she looks very fetching. But wasn’t it you who bought it for her – something cooler, fewer clothes, I think you said.’
‘Fewer clothes, sexy outfits – the two go together, don’t they. I hope you didn’t come across too many people, they might think the worst, seeing a man of your age with a young girl dressed in skimpy clothes! Particularly if they see you both lying in the grass.’
‘I wasn’t aware Kerry was in the habit of giving you such a detailed account of our walks in the wood.’ Peter knew how to keep his cool.
‘Hardly detailed, she only tells me bits and pieces.’ Then she tried again to unsettle Peter by adding, ‘She only tells me what she wants me to know! But I don’t pry too much – I wouldn’t like to spoil your walks – I know how much you both enjoy your time in the woods. She always comes home in a good mood – happy – and you always look like the cat who got the cream! You will both be disappointed when the weather turns and the grass is too wet to sit on – or should I say, lie down on?’
Myra didn’t get time to test his reaction as Kerry came running toward them – she had changed back into denim jeans.
‘Mum, I forgot to tell you that Tessa is having a party next Saturday night. Can I go? I mentioned it to Peter and as he’s going into town he’s offered to take me – and collect me later to bring me home too. It will save you having to come out for me late at night.’
Myra smiled. ‘And how late is late, may I ask?’
‘Not sure mum. But it is Saturday night, so maybe the party is on until after midnight.’
‘Right, let me have a word with Peter, then. Go and get the tea on.’
Myra waited while her daughter was out of earshot.
‘That’s extremely kind of you – willing to hang about until well after midnight to bring Kerry home!’ The facetious tone of voice was plainly noted.
‘Well, I won’t be hanging around as such. I’m going to the house of a mate.’
‘Right. Saturday night. Driving, can’t have a drink! Surely you get a taxi normally then you can have a drink?’
Quick thinking Peter gave an immediate reply. ‘Normally I’m not taking a course of medication that states “do not drink alcohol”. I can manage without booze for once!’
Myra smiled. ‘Well you have the consolation of getting to see Kerry dressed in her party clothes. I’m sure that will compensate for missing out on your beer!’
Peter, looked her in the eye. ‘I’m sure it will.’
Myra stared back at him. ‘Okay, then Peter – I’ll tell Kerry that I’ve agreed that you can pick her up from the party and bring her home – sometime shortly after midnight if the party goes on that long.’
There seemed to be something else both wanted to say but neither of them did.
When the night of the party finally came round, Kerry looked very glamorous and sexy. She wore a tight black dress, split up to the thigh, short, but not too short. Her mother wasn’t sure if her daughter was aware that the split revealed she was wearing stockings and suspenders but she decided not to enlighten her.
‘Is my make-up okay mum, have I overdone it?’
‘It’s perfect – I’m sure all the boys will be buzzing round you like flies round a jam pot.’ Peter too – especially Peter – thought Myra. Her daughter was showing enough cleavage to attract the attention of any male. Once out of town the road home would be largely dark and deserted and Peter would have her to himself – plenty of hidden places to park up the car. When Peter arrived and Myra saw the expression of lust on his face she felt her heart thump – even more so when they caught each others gaze.
‘You only need a short jacket,’ Myra told Kerry, ‘Maybe it will feel cool, later.’ Keep the cleavage and stocking tops on show! The outrageous mother thought.
The night went slowly for Myra, but she employed her favourite sex toy more than once before midnight was anywhere close. Something kept nagging at her until eventually she had to resolve the problem. Picking up the phone she called Tessa’s mother – it was just turned 11 pm.
‘Hello, it’s Myra, Kerry’s mum. I might have got confused about what time the party ends. Is it midnight?’
‘Oh no, Myra. In fact the last of the stragglers are just leaving. But Kerry was picked up just after 10 pm by that man, Peter!’
‘Not to worry,’ Myra reassured the woman, ‘It’s my fault for not listening properly. I think Peter mentioned he might ask Kerry if she wanted to have a Pizza or Kentucky Fried chicken on the way home. It’s only 11 o’ clock now so they’re not too late.’
Myra just knew that Tessa’s mum was very strict. There was no way a party would go on until the early hours in that house. Myra had been so obsessed thinking lurid and taboo thoughts about what might happen she had ‘dropped the ball’, so to speak.
Midnight came and went, no sign of Peter and Kerry. To keep herself occupied Myra found little chores to do then went upstairs to put on her nightdress, might as well get ready for bed she told herself – but she knew it was to try and interest Peter. The now concerned, though still aroused mother counted every minute, and at 1:15 precisely headlights shining through the window lit up the curtains, illuminating the room. Maybe she’d have to leave Kerry’s ‘grilling’ and questions about the nights events until tomorrow.
Opening the door, Myra unexpectedly saw Peter follow her daughter into the house.
‘I’m very sorry, Myra, Kerry is in a bit of a state! I’m wondering if someone at the party spiked her drink!’
Liar! Fucking liar! Thought the now annoyed mother.
Kerry was grinning but was on another planet. She slumped on the couch, showing her stockings were badly torn and laddered. Red marks covered parts of her breasts that were exposed.
‘Have you brought her straight home, Peter?’
‘Yes, she wasn’t in a fit state to take her for some supper.’
Liar! Liar!
‘Could you pop into the kitchen and get her a glass of water, please Peter?’
While he was gone Myra lifted her dress. Her upper thighs had bruises and red marks. But more significantly, Kerry wasn’t wearing any panties – her mother knew exactly which pair she had chosen to wear when she dressed.
When Peter came back into the room, Myra jumped straight in with a question.
‘Where did you take her, after you collected her from Tessa’s?’
‘I’ve told y… ‘
‘Cut the bullshit! I phoned Tessa’s house at 11. Guess what, her mother answered the phone. There was no wild party, no drug and alcohol fuelled rave. And you picked her up at 10 – she was sober and definitely not high off drugs. Tessa’s mother is very strict and she was there all night. So where did you take her?’
‘Okay,’ admitted the now scared man, sheepishly. ‘I took her round to my mates house and we let her have a little drink – maybe refilled her glass a couple of times.’
Myra was feeling those same perverted pangs of sexual excitement she felt when Peter took Kerry a walk in the woods – the ones that brought back memories of when her father took her to meet men.
How many men?’ Myra asked simply.
‘What?’
‘How many men were at your mates house?’
‘I don’t understand what you are asking?’
Let me make it clear,’ Myra told him. ‘There is one important detail you overlooked before you brought her home.’
She hitched up Kerry’s dress and uncovered her naked midriff.
‘You forgot to put her knickers back on! Seems like you got carried away – got too rough with her. Look at all the bruises and scratches on her thighs and belly. And all the stains and congealed stuff around her pussy and on her thighs, if I’m not mistaken, is sperm. Now I could call the police, shout rape and have you and your friends arrested. I’m sure they’ll be able to extract lots of DNA – there’s still some dripping out of her pussy. Do you want to phone them up and warn them that the police are about to call? Might be best if you answer my questions. I’ll ask you again. How many men were at your mates house?
Myra stood and walked up to Peter, standing right in front of him just inches from touching.
‘Four, including me,’ Peter finally answered.
‘How many fucked my daughter?’
‘We all did.’
‘So you collected her from the party early and took her to a house where a gang-bang had been pre-arranged.’
Peter nodded. ‘We were all pissed up. A couple of the men were drugged up. They gave her a drink or two and got her to swallow a pill to relax her. I’m not making any excuses or passing the buck, but she was willing and gave the guys a turn on before the booze and drug took effect.’
‘How did she give them a turn on?’
‘She knew they were all sexed up. After just one drink she gyrated around and lifted her skirt up over her hips, flashing her fanny. The guys were gagging for it and when she took the dress off altogether they took that as license to get rough and fuck her.’
‘You keep saying ‘they’ – don’t you mean you as well?’
Again Peter nodded.
‘Now tell me the truth. How many men were really there – more than you and three others? Be honest or I’ll get pissed off and call the police.’
‘Almost double that,’ Peter admitted, ‘Seven. I had no control over them.
‘Did they all fuck her?’
‘They all had sex with her in different ways.’
‘Anally?’
‘That’s why they wanted her drugged and relaxed – so they could have her in any hole.’
‘Two at once – different holes?’
‘Yes.’
Myra was breathing very deeply. She reached out and unzipped Peter’s fly, reaching in for his cock.
‘Keep telling me the truth, answer my questions – and I won’t call the police. Did you fuck her up her arse?’
‘Yes.’
Taking out Peter’s cock Myra began to masturbate him with one hand, unfastening his belt with the other.
‘Pull the cord on my dressing gown.’
Myra let it slide from her shoulders showing she wore only a very flimsy lace top and tiny panties.
‘That should prove to you that it’s okay to tell me anything – tell me everything. Take your trousers and underpants off.’
Peter struggled out of his lower clothing.
‘Did you get rough with Kerry too?’
‘I suppose I did yes.’
‘Let me watch you fuck her now! Take her now, up her arse! Spank her while you fuck her!’
Fucking hell Myra, are you sure?’
By way of an answer Myra plunged a hand inside her panties and began to frig herself.
‘Take her – up her arse first – be rough with her!’
Peter was convinced and for the second time that night he unzipped the girls dress and pulled it off, spending time kissing her hard and pulling on her nipples before turning her around and spanking her buttocks.
‘Did you undress her and prepare her for the other men?’
‘I helped – she was eager to please and didn’t really need assistance to strip off.’
That excited Myra making her more aroused than ever.
‘She shouldn’t need her arse lubricating then – stick your cock up her!’
The mother actually sat on the chair arm so she’d get a better view of the man’s penis, forcing it’s way up her daughters anus.
As he fucked the girl hard and fast, lifting up her rear end, her mother reached out and fingered Kerry’s cunt while her other hand pulled on her nipples.
‘Slap her arse harder! We’ll have to this again when she’s fully aware of what’s happening to her!’ her mother hissed. ’I want her to learn – the way I did!’
‘Just like I was when Daddy and his friends used to do it to me!’ Her thoughts went back to the time her father took her to meet groups of complete strangers, sometimes staying to watch, other times leaving them to do whatever they liked with her. He would return later, take the money from them and wash her down before taking her home. It was a while before she fully realised that her mother knew all about it. Then it became even more kinky and perverted.
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