Chapter 27

Lucy woke up the next morning, still bathed in the sweat and secretions of the sex with her mother and Ms Trunchbull last night, and had dreamt all night long of the intimacy with her mother.

At breakfast, the atmosphere was awkward to say the least. Samantha was at the sink, scrubbing the plates, in a pair of hipster boy shorts and over sized T shirt, while Lucy was at the table eating a bowl of cereal opposite her father, in her school uniform.

Samantha had showered as soon as she had gotten home before her husband suspected anything. But no amount of soap could erase the memory of her daughter’s tongue between her legs, or the way her own body had betrayed her.

Jack, oblivious to the storm of guilt and desire swirling between his wife and daughter, sat at the head of the table, his newspaper rustling as he cast a disapproving look at his daughter.

“Honestly, Lucy, I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately. Fighting at school? And dragging your mother to Ms. Trunchbull’s to apologize? It’s embarrassing. You’re better than this. Or at least, I thought you were.”

Lucy stole a glance at her mother, but Samantha’s back was turned, her shoulders tense.

Jack’s jaw tightened as he studied Lucy’s downcast face. She needs discipline, he thought, his fingers twitching against the table. A good, hard spanking, yes ... that sweet little bottom that had been driving him crazy for years now, those sweet cheeks over his lap ... his cock was growing hard in his trousers at the thought. But he knew Samantha would never allow it.

Instead he just sighed to his wife. “Samantha, you need to rein her in. This isn’t the behaviour of a young lady. If word gets out, people will talk. The school board, the neighbours...”

Samantha finally turned, avoiding Lucy’s eyes. “I know, Jack. I’ve already spoken to her about it.” Lucy looked down at her cereal, stirring the milk absently with her spoon.

Jack sighed, folding his newspaper and pushing his chair back. “I have to get to work, I have an important meeting with my boss. But this isn’t over, Lucy. You’re grounded for the weekend. No phone, no friends – not that you seem to have any, no nonsense.” He stood, grabbing his briefcase from the counter. “And Samantha, make sure she understands the gravity of this. We can’t have a repeat.”

“Yes, Jack,” Samantha murmured meekly.

The front door closed with a sharp click, leaving the kitchen in silence.

“Mummy,” Lucy said softly, “am I really grounded?”

“Lucy, we need to ... obey your father...” she said, quietly. “It is not right ... to ... do the things you did.”

“You mean when I got into a fight? Or when I was in those videos?” asked Lucy, who got up and padded over to her mother. “Or, do you mean...” Lucy said softly “when we did ... those naughty things to each other...” she touched her mother’s shoulder, who flinched.

“Lucy, you need to go to school” Samantha turned away. “We can talk later.”

Lucy wondered how she would cope without her phone, if her father was serious. She had to stay in constant contact with Ed Pembroke, for one thing. As she was walking to school, she got a message on the WhatsApp group she had been added to, the one with her, Naomi and Ed. It had been called, simply... “School Sluts.”

“All right girls, I’m in the little secret garden beside the path near the gates, I want both you girls to come in, I’ll be waiting. Just want a bit of quick fun and a chat. Make sure no one sees you xx.”

Lucy sighed, at least she had not wasted time showering this morning, though she would have preferred to have her older female lovers’ scent over all day than the disgusting Ed Pembroke.

She reached the little gate near the bench where Ed always sat, leering at the schoolgirls as they passed. She glanced around before slipping inside.

The garden was overgrown, untamed, belonging to some dementia-ridden old woman. Naomi was already there, kneeling in the dirt, her green school skirt hitched up. Ed stood over her, his trousers and underwear around his ankles, his cock in Naomi’s small hands. His greasy hair hung limp around his face, his smile dirty as he looked up at Lucy.

“There she is,” he said. “Took you long enough.”

Naomi pulled his cock from her mouth, her dark eyes wide and frightened as they met Lucy’s. She didn’t say anything.

“Come on, on your knees Lucy! Naomi’s got my cock handled, so you can focus on my balls. Use that pretty little tongue of yours.”

Lucy knelt resignedly beside Naomi and leaned in, her red hair brushing against Naomi’s black hair as their faces came close. Their cheeks grazed softly as Naomi resumed her cock sucking while Lucy bent lower to lick and caress his hairy balls.