The Secrets Of Mrs Jean Pettigrew - Chapter 10

 Victoria arrived home a few minutes before her mother and sat waiting for her return with so many thoughts and questions running through her mind. Nothing could have prepared her for the events she had just witnessed. Like so many teenagers, the thought of her mother enjoying sex was far too embarrassing to contemplate, let alone the wanton public display she had just witnessed. The fact that her mother had caught her watching made it ten times worse. 

Eventually she heard the key in the door and her mother walked in, poker faced, and simply told her she was going for a shower. Jean had also been contemplating how this conversation was going to play out with her daughter while driving home. She took off the coat and walked naked to her room. Victoria couldn’t help but notice that the lipstick on her mother’s nipples and vulva was now smeared with all the tugging and rubbing; her mother's juices spreading them far and wide. She heard her mother run the shower and went to her room to replace her own cum soaked knickers.

Jean let the water remove the visible traces of her afternoon’s debauchery, but inside her mind was playing the event over and over. As she rubbed the lipstick from her breaststroke and vulva, her body willed her to go further and pleasure herself again, but she resisted, partly because the girth of the cucumber had left her a little sore! She dried herself gently and dressed casually in joggers and sweatshirt as if about to go running. Then she went downstairs to face her daughter.

Victoria was sitting on the sofa with a bottle of her mother’s favourite wine and two glasses. “I thought we might need this,” she said, smiling mischievously like a little girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Jean didn’t disagree and took the proffered glass before sitting down opposite her. An awkward silence ensued as each waited for the other to speak. Eventually it was Victoria who opened the door to the secrets of her mother’s behaviour, just by raising an eyebrow and tilting her head slightly to one side in that classic questioning look. 

Jean took a deep breath and began to tell her about the first afternoon she had been caught masturbating in the car park by her unknown blackmailer. Victoria immediately told her to stop and back up. “Mother, you don’t go to a car park and start masturbating with vegetables in public without a good reason! Now go back and tell me why you were there in the first place”. Jean had hoped to keep the story purely about the blackmail but the more questions her daughter asked, the more she realised it was not going to satisfy her curiosity, so she went back further, to her afternoon of interruption and having to rush to the emergency council meeting while still horny. Again, Victoria made her squirm by asking if her afternoon masturbation sessions were a regular occurrence and how long she had been doing it. Red faced, and feeling utterly humiliated by her daughter’s persistence, she admitted she had been a regular masturbator since her early teens and was completely addicted.

Seeing her mother’s discomfort and crestfallen look, Victoria smiled and reached out to hold her hand. “Mum, it’s perfectly normal and I do it all the time. So does sis, although she probably wouldn’t be so quick to admit it lol.  I know it’s not the kind of thing we were brought up to discuss in public, but neither the warnings from the pastor in church, nor your silence on sexuality subjects, stopped us doing it. Ok, so you are a normal horny woman who enjoys regular orgasms, but why the car park?” Jean sank even lower into the sofa as if to try and bury herself from her daughter’s gaze.  A large gulp of wine, and a deep breath later, she confessed about her overwhelming need to have her vagina filled with large objects when horny. The interrupted session, the size of the carrots, the need for instant gratification, it all came pouring out along with tears of shame and humiliation that she was revealing such things to her daughter.  She said it had never even entered her head that someone might have been watching on surveillance cameras as she had parked so far away from everyone else. 

Victoria cuddled her mother and soothed her with comforting words, in a peculiar kind of role reversal from the norm.  Jean revealed the blackmail, leading up to the display Victoria had just witnessed with its humiliating details.  After a few more gulps of wine things went silent again for a moment, and then Victoria asked the question most uppermost in her mind.  “Mum, I only went along to protect you however I could.  But I admit that I did witness the whole event.  You may have been blackmailed into it, but I couldn’t help but notice that you did embrace the whole event somewhat enthusiastically!  So enthusiastically, that you had me playing with myself along with you, as I watched you pleasuring yourself and clearly enjoying ecstasy. I never dreamed I would say this, let alone to my mother, but watching another woman masturbate was beautifully arousing. This is strictly between us, but I have to ask, does Dad know any of this?”

Jean looked sternly at her daughter and immediately replied, “no, and he must never find out! Your father would probably divorce me without question for allowing myself to become a slave to my selfish passions and so degraded. He would be humiliated beyond belief.  Now Victoria happened to know that her father was not quite the pillar of virtue that Jean imagined!  On more than one occasion she had found evidence of his search history on the family computer which suggested he was accustomed to looking at women doing much the same thing as she had just witnessed her mother doing. She smiled inwardly at how her parents each had this image of their partner as a paragon of virtue whilst both masturbating furiously to a variety of sexual fantasies. 

Jean decided that was quite enough explanation and although she felt relieved to have got through the embarrassment of explaining the situation to her daughter, she reverted to type and shut the whole episode down with the excuse that she had to prepare dinner. For the rest of the evening, they all played happy families, with Victoria happy to see her father again and just a few knowing glances between mother and daughter.  Victoria decided to go to her room early and spent the rest of the evening dwelling on the events of the afternoon and the craziness of her parents repressed sex life. Once in bed it didn’t take long for her mind and body to respond to those thoughts and the wetness between her legs demanded her fingers attention. She brought herself to several more climaxes imagining her parents having sex uninhibitedly and masturbating together as they really needed to for the sake of their marriage.

When her parents finally did retire to the bedroom, it was, sadly in the same old nonsexual routine, with Jean undressing in the bathroom away from her husband’s view. As she returned, wrapped in her favourite silk robe, her phone beeped as a message popped up. She saw her husband about to read the txt and lunged forward to beat him to the phone in case it was from her blackmailer. As she did so, her robe slipped open, and her husband nearly died of shock when he gazed up her fully shaven mound! Jean was too busy reading the text to notice. It simply said, “Thank you for today’s show. I thoroughly enjoyed it and will be watching the video again shortly.” She quickly deleted the txt and returned to the bed with her husband, who was beginning to wonder if his wife was up to something!

In his own bedroom, Dave was busy edging himself to yet another orgasm while watching the video.  Give Jean her due, he thought, she really did put on a thorough and genuine show of sexual abandonment and lustful enthusiasm! He raised the cloth to his lips and nose, relishing her scent and taste and took himself over the edge for the third time that evening. Covered in cum, he wiped his belly with the cloth, mingling their sexual juices together.  If only it could happen for real, he thought mischievously. But more on his mind was, who was the other mystery voyeur?