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Part Eleven
- At Work.
Cynthia had been Tom's secretary for over thirty years before John had been moved in to take over the business and she had started working for him instead. Her loyalty, though, had always been to Tom, and she would have been much more than a secretary to him had he ever shown any interest in taking their relationship further. Now things were changing again according to Tom's phone conversation with her early this morning, and changing in a most remarkable way.
She looked once more through the photos that Tom had sent her by e-mail, and a smile played across her lips. So the little rat had been cheating on Tom, had he? And this was his punishment, a punishment in which she would most eagerly join. She picked out three of them, and set the printer going for hard copies of them. One of John standing there in bra and panties. Another of him bent over with his son's cock in his mouth and a dildo up his arse. And the third of his wife, with all her airs and graces, with her tongue up her sister's arsehole. In none of the photos were anybody but John and Claire recognisable. She knew the full story, because Tom had told her all the details, but she saw the wisdom of an edited version for what Tom had suggested.
Taking the three A4-sized photos from the printer, she left the offices and walked down the stairs to the factory area. Some fifteen women worked down there, and they were all having their pre-start cup of tea. They gathered round her curiously as she began to pin the photos on the notice board.
"Bloody hell, Cynth," one said, peering at them. "Is that who I think it is?"
She turned to the woman with a smile and just nodded.
"And what about the bird?" another asked. "That can't be the oh so haughty Mrs Ames, can it? Who walks in here as if her farts smell of lily of the valley?"
"One and the same," Cynthia told her. She leaned down and finished in a stage whisper. "Mr Ames will be here soon," she said. "How about a sweep as to what colour he'll be wearing underneath his suit."
She left them laughing, and planning. Just what she wanted.
- At home.
Steve had run through all the photographs stored on the computer. The posed ones of his father, and then the secret ones of his mother, sister and aunt. It was the ones of Dawn that he had spent most time studying, having had no idea that they were there. One in particular, of her standing naked in the bathroom and soaping herself under the arm , had led him to stroke himself to the point of no return and beyond. His cum had spattered across his Dad's desk as he had taken in every inch of her tight little body, think g all the time of her fingers on his cock this morning, and he had left it there to dry. What did it matter now?
After that he had stripped off before starting to read some of the conversation transcripts and mails, getting some more pleasure at sitting at his Dad's desk in his study stark naked as he read of his dark and dirty little desires. He was looking forward to sharing his knowledge of them with him when he came home later.
Feeling restless and in need of something he couldn't quite identify, he got up from the chair and wandered out in the hall. First he went into his parent's bedroom, and opened his mother's underwear drawer. He took out a handful of his her panties, and rubbed them over his cock before dropping them back into the drawer. He looked at their bed and thought about wanking over their pillows, but decided against using up another load of cum just yet. Maybe later.
He crossed to Dawn's room, and opened her underwear drawer too. He was going to do the same as he had with his Mum's, but then on an impulse he plucked out a black thing and slipped it on. The tiny piece of material just cupped his balls, the silky feel of it feeling good, with his cock hanging over the top. So attired, he returned to his Dad's computer. Sitting down, he searched out one of his Dad's favourite chat rooms and logged himself in.
"Hi, Cockwhore," someone called Slutfucker typed as soon as he appeared. "Going to give us all another cam show today, you filthy little cunt?"
Steve's fingers went to the keys. "Cockwhore is out," he typed. "This is his son."
- At the gymn.
There were two women already in the changing room when the three of them entered, where Claire had been praying there would be none. One of them, a woman about her own age, she knew vaguely, but the other much younger woman was a stranger to her. Not to Samantha, though, and it was no accident that she was there right then.
"Hello, Kay," Samantha greeted her warmly. "I don't think you've met my sister, Claire, have you? And this is my niece Dawn."
"And what a pretty little thing, she is," Kay said, coming over.
"Oh. She is," Samantha agreed, before turning to her sister. "Shouldn't you be getting undressed, Claire?" she asked. "You did say you wanted a good long session today."
Claire usually changed in a way that revealed as little as possible of her body to other women in the changing room, but Samantha had given her strict instructions before they entered. Conscious of the three of them watching her closely, and sensing the woman behind her, she pulled off her top and laid it aside. Then she stood, hands down by her side.
Kay laid a hand familiarly on Dawn's shoulder as she looked the half-naked Claire up and down. "Not bad for her age your Mum, is she, Dawn?" she said.
"Not bad," agreed Dawn with a small smile. Samantha gave Claire a small nod, and she quickly stripped off he her trousers and placed them on the bench. She stood up straight, hearing a gasp behind her. And laughter from Kay in front.
"Cum whore," Kay read out. "Your Mum is full of surprises, Dawn. Who would have thought."
The woman behind made a loud noise of disgust before finishing packing her sports bag and leaving with a cold look towards Claire as she left.
"That's one bridge party invitation you'll not be getting again, sis," Samantha said with a chuckle. "And how the story will spread!" She took a leotard out of her own bag and passed it across, and then took out another and changed into it while Claire squeezed herself into the borrowed one.
"All ready," Samantha said, looking her sister up and down. The leotard was pink and far too small for Claire. Behind it snagged up her crack, leaving her arse cheeks bare and in front could not manage to contain quite all of her pubic hair. Her breasts bulged out of at the top and sides, and across her nipples it was so tightly stretched that it was almost transparent. Samantha was amused to see that those nipples were also prominently erect. "Let's go get fit," she said, satisfied. "Kay and Dawn can get changed and join us a bit later. It'll be an opportunity got them to get to know each other."
Claire looked at her daughter, who was looking a little less sure of herself now, and almost smiled herself. It would serve the little brat right if she got in deeper than she could manage. She nodded at Samantha, and then followed her out into the gymn area.