The Secrets Of Mrs Jean Pettigrew - Chapter 9

Jean fought back the urge to vomit at the shock of being discovered virtually naked, yet dressed like some backstreet Parisian tart.  While Victoria stood there looking at her, dumb with shock, Jean slipped on her coat to cover herself and motioned for her daughter to come in and sit down. Victoria could do nothing but stammer incoherently.  Jean told her firmly to shut up and listen.  She was now pressed for time and needed this whole mess to be done with as soon as possible.  She told Victoria there was no time for details but that she was being blackmailed and needed to leave immediately to resolve matters and that she would explain all later.  Quite how she was going to do that without giving away far too much detail, she hadn’t worked out yet! Jean’s forceful manner, combined with the shock of it all, calmed Victoria but she insisted on going with her mother.  Jean could not let that happen under any circumstances.  Her humiliation was already off the scale and what she might witness at the car park would only make explanations later much more difficult than they already were. She grabbed her car keys and dashed out to try and get there on time.  The last thing she wanted was to be late.  Victoria, however, was much more like her mother than Jean realised and wasn’t giving in so easily. As soon as her mother drove off, she ran to her own car and followed at a discreet distance. 

It took Jean 10 minutes to arrive and she was just in time when she pulled into the same parking space as before at 3.59.  As instructed, she sounded her horn twice and removed her coat, leaving her top half exposed to anyone who happened to be looking.  Fortunately, as before, nobody was within 100 yards of her car. She waited, somewhat impatiently, for her next instructions.  Her phone pinged as a message arrived.  “A shopping bag is on the loading dock to you left. Go and bring it back to your car. Do not open it until instructed. Do not put your coat back on!” Jean looked and saw the bag.  It was at least 10 yards away and she hoped her car would obscure her from sight from most of the car park. She slid over to the passenger side to avoid having to get out on the exposed side of the car.

Over in his office, as he watched his security cameras, Dave was delighted she was complying so meekly.  He had half expected her not to turn up at all.  His threat of blackmail was mostly bluff, he wasn’t the kind of guy to ruin someone’s life over a bit of fun, but he did want to take full advantage of Jean’s willingness to submit to the indignity.  When he saw her get out of the car in all her glory he was rock hard almost instantly.  She had complied fully with his instructions and she looked beautiful in her stockings and nothing else. He zoomed the cameras in on her body to fully appreciate her red nipples and shaven pussy.  So much sexier than last time, even more so because he had made her do it.  He was looking forward to watching her face when she saw what was in the bag!

Victoria had a hard time keeping up with her mother.  She had driven like a maniac through town and was lucky not to have been pulled over.  She saw her mother drive into the supermarket car park and drive over to the far side.  She didn’t want to be seen so she picked a spot behind another car as close as she could get.  She saw her mother get out of the car naked and collect something from the loading dock.  Victoria’s mind was full of confusion.  What on earth had her mother done to end up in this humiliating situation.  It must have been serious.  She knew how morally strong her mother was and that she would never allow herself to be seen naked in public. But Victoria had secrets of her own, which her mother knew nothing about, so she didn’t judge her at face value.  She knew she must have a very good reason for such behaviour. And besides, as a psychology student, she was starting to find this irrational behaviour interesting, or was that arousing? She put that thought aside for now and continued watching.

Jean got back to the car and breathed a sigh of relief.  Nobody appeared to be looking in her direction and she was sure if she had been spotted they would be by now.  Her phone pinged with another message. “Open the bag and remove the contents”.  She complied and then wished she hadn’t!  Inside were four objects.  A huge cucumber, nipple clamps, a thin white cloth and a digital voice recorder.  Well, after the last time, she guessed her blackmailer would want her to fuck herself again, but the cucumber was twice the girth of the carrot she had used before!  She loved to be filled, but this would be a challenge.  Nipple clamps were new to her.  They were always sensitive when aroused but aside from her husband’s fumbling’s and sucking she had never paid them too much attention.   As for the voice recorder, well she was obviously expected to be vocal in her playing. By the time she had taken all that in, her phone pinged again with the next instruction. “Move over to the passenger seat and fully recline it.  Switch on the voice recorder, read aloud the following statement, place the clamps on your nipples and then fuck yourself hard with the cucumber” Jean followed the instructions and said with as much dignity as she could muster,“ My name is Mrs Jean Pettigrew.  I am 48 years old, married with 2 children, a Town Councillor and Christian.  I love to masturbate and display myself to others like a complete tart. Listen to me cumming for you” She clamped her nipples and then yelped at the pain. They were tighter than expected.  Picking up the cucumber she placed it at the entrance to her vagina and slowly twisted and pushed the tip in.  She was already very moist.  This may have been forced upon her, but that didn’t mean she was any less aroused than her normal afternoon sessions.  She had been expecting this and aside from Victoria’s unexpected arrival, she was resigned to it, so she might as well get on with it.  A tiny voice at the back of her mind spoke up at that point. “You are not just resigned to it. you are enjoying every minute of it.  Just admit it Jean, you are very much the exhibitionist slut that your blackmailer said you were!”  There, it was out in the open at last.  She grasped the cucumber again and pushed and twisted it all the way in until she felt it brush against her cervix and she gasped in pleasure as every twist and turn massaged her vaginal walls and rippled down to her clitoris.

Victoria was concerned.  She had no idea what was happening inside her mother’s car but having seen her mother walk naked to the loading dock and back with the bag she knew this must be under duress as her mother would never behave in such a way!  She decided she had to get closer to keep an eye on her.  She spotted a passageway running down the side of a warehouse which came out behind the old loading dock.  She would have to be careful but from there she would have a much closer view.  She walked purposefully over to the passageway, so it looked as if she knew where she was going. She didn’t want to attract attention by being too furtive. She made her way round to the back of the loading dock and found an open fire exit and slipped inside.  From there she had a perfect, slightly elevated view of her mother’s car no more than 10 yards away.  She also had a perfect view of her mother fucking herself hard and fast with an enormous cucumber!

Jean was gasping and moaning in pleasure as the giant vegetable filled her vagina and its rippled skin sent shivers as it moved over her folds.  The more pleasure she felt, the more she became aware of the pain in her red and swollen nipples. Her phone kept receiving encouraging texts as her blackmailer, who was clearly watching in real time, encouraged her to be more and more expressive and abandoned to her pleasure.  She switched to a one-handed movement on the cucumber and began to flick her clitoris hard as she approached her orgasm.  She was panting hard now and making little mewing sounds as the pleasure grew.  The voice recorder was also picking up the unmistakable sounds of her pussy squelching as her fluids poured out and coated the cucumber and ran down her legs and trickled into her bum hole.

In his office, Dave watched in tortuous rapture, enjoying every second of the performance and desperately trying not to touch his engorged cock.  He was determined to save his orgasm for later when watching the video at home and listening to the audio, but it was proving to be a difficult test of patience! His office door was locked in case of interruption, and he had a towel ready in case his restraint was unsuccessful.  A short circuit in the camera systems caused by premature ejaculation was distinctly possible! Then something caught his eye on one of the many cameras filming the car.  There was movement and a shadow from the loading bay window.  Someone else was enjoying the show!

Victoria was not far behind her mother as she watched through the window.  Her fingers were down her panties and working so hard on her soaked pussy and clit.  When she had realised her mother was providing a personal porn show for her blackmailer, she ran every emotion possible through her mind in very quick succession.  Shock, anger at her being used so disgustingly for someone else’s pleasure. But the more she watched, unable to turn away in curiosity, the more she came to the conclusion that her mother must enjoying it! Her mother’s sex life had always been a mystery to her. Like most teenagers, she assumed her parents had sex but did not care to dwell on the thought.  In the years before she left home, she had never seen or heard anything to indicate her mother was a sexual person, other than the occasional chat about puberty and sexual health in general.  Watching her mother fuck herself so wholeheartedly with the cucumber left her in no doubt that, blackmail or not, Jean was abandoned to her pleasure and enjoying every second.  The ecstatic looks on her face and rhythmical movement of her hips to meet every thrust was incredibly erotic to watch and as she saw her mother arch her back in orgasm, her face contorted with such joyous release, she too spasmed and flooded her panties.  She sank down on the floor under the window and leaned back on the wall to support her spent body.

In his office, Dave was gripping the base of his cock hard, not in pleasure, but to stop himself from cumming.  He had learned the technique over the years when edging to prolong his pleasure.  As soon as he saw Jean’s climax he turned away from the screen and calmed himself down.  His full pleasure would come later when he finished work.  Once he was in control of himself again, he text Jean and told her to switch off the voice recorder, remove the cucumber a nipple clamps and use the cloth to clean the juices from herself and the cucumber.  Then put all the items back in the bag and return it to the loading dock where she found it. 

Like her daughter, Jean was utterly spent from her exertions.  Once she calmed down, she felt the shame of her ordeal surface again and just wanted to get home to her family. She complied with the instructions and crept back naked to the loading dock to deposit the bag. She was about to return to her car when a movement in the window caught her eye and she stared in horror at her daughter’s face looking at her as she stood up from behind the wall………