Chapter 1

Clarissa Marshall swore at the hunk of Microsoft junk sitting on her desk. “Damn piece of shit!” the sixteen year old teenager said to no one in particular. Her high end Alienware games/graphic machine seemed to be lost in update hell. “1 of 327 updates” the screen reported. That could take half the evening. The short blond teenager had just dropped her book bag on the bed and was preparing to check the class homework site. She knew she could get there on her phone, but she still wouldn’t be able to complete the assignment on that device, or at least not easily.

Well there was always Mom’s computer. Pam Marshall didn’t have a job, but the middle age woman seemed to manage to keep her schedule full with charity work, the woman’s league and other activities. There was also her best friend Kim, their next store neighbor, who could be counted to drag Pam shopping at the drop of a hat.

Her parents had a veritable suite just down the hall, with a large bathroom, walk in closets and a sitting area which was fitted out as a lounge office. Unlike Clarissa’s laptop her mother had a desktop computer with a pair of large 24” display screens, and even more horsepower. Clarissa had no idea why her mother needed such a powerhouse of a system, but it would allow her to make short work of her homework. She was anxious to do so because she wanted the see Chad, her steady.

Clarissa and Chad had been together since last fall. Both were seniors at Garfield High School. Clarissa was just shy of genius level and had skipped two grades already in her academic career. Chad had been a running back on the school football team and Clarissa a cheerleader, actually one of the youngest cheerleaders on the squad, as she should have been a sophomore rather than a senior.

Chad had taken her cherry last October and she had discovered the high sex drive that she was not yet aware ran in her family. On this particular day Clarissa was anxious to finish her homework so that she would be free for the evening of raunchy fun she had planned.

Naturally her mother had a password to keep people off her computer. Unluckily for her, Pam was terrible with passwords and Clarissa knew where she kept her password log, a composition book listing all of the various passwords Pam needed for the devices and sites that required them. Clarissa searched through the listing and found the password, “hotbabe32”. Clarissa remembered that the thirty four year old Pam had gotten the computer two years ago. Pretty bold password, she thought.

She typed in the password and the machine open up for her. Opening the browser she navigated to the school site and made quick work of the assignment. When she finished Clarissa decided that she better check to make sure she hadn’t left any files on the computer. It would be a bad idea to let her mom know she knew where her password log was and that she was using her computer.

Clicking the File Manger she noted the presence of a really large folder on the drive. Odd she thought. It was hundreds of gigabytes in size. Heck it was bigger than the whole hard drive of her state of the art laptop.

She clicked it and was surprised to see it was encrypted. “Encrypted?” she thought. What could possibly be on her mother’s computer that required it to be encrypted?

Only a little guilty that she was snooping, Clarissa went back to the password log. There were dozens of passwords: Facebook, Bank of Virginia, Twitter, etc. Suddenly she saw a password that had no identifying details at all just a single word, wifeslut. She entered it. The folder opened.

The folder was made up of hundreds of subfolders. The icons indicated that some were full of photos and some contained videos. The files had long alphanumeric names that made interpreting the contents difficult. Windows was setup to preview photos and when she clicked on one subfolder the icon-previews seemed pretty risque, with lots of skin and multiple people. Clarissa couldn’t see the picture clearly so she clicked on it.

“Holy shit,” slipped out. It was a picture of her father, James Marshall with a gorgeous redhead Clarissa didn’t recognize. Now it was quite possible her father knew many women that Clarissa didn’t know. She had not thought it possible he would know any women who would be taking his cock in her ass. Her first thought was, “Is this some P.I. report that her mother had getting the goods on dear old dad?”

“Wow, his dick is really nice,” was her next thought. She clicked another picture and she could see the redhead with her lips around his steel hard dick.

Clarissa reached up and tweaked her hardening nipple. “God he’s really hung,” she thought.

The next picture showed the girl’s lips against his root, white dribbling out of the corner of her mouth. Tingling went all the way from Clarissa’s nipples to her now moist cunt.

She clicked back up to the main folder and then opened one of the video folders. Double clicking on the file caused the video to open. She clicked full screen mode and the picture filled the right hand monitor.

It was Constance, their housekeeper. Clarissa recognized their living room couch. Constance was kneeling on the furniture with her back to the camera. She was naked and Clarissa could see the lovely curve of her dark brown back, ending in a tight round ass. Her long legs were pulled up behind her and her head was turned back looking at the camera.

“Come on baby,” She was saying. “Stop fucking with that thing and get over here.”

Clarissa saw her father step into the camera’s field of view. He stepped behind her. His arms went around her as his lips locked to hers. Clarissa could see their tongues caressing each other as their lips played. The woman moaned and their bodies turned slightly so that the girl could see her father’s hands kneading and caressing the woman’s tennis ball sized breasts.

Clarissa took one hand from where it was squeezing her own breasts and plunged it down the front of her pants. Her pussy was dripping now and she had to touch herself.

Her father broke the kiss, pushing the housekeepers body down until her ass was sticking in the air. His fingers caressed down her body, from the breasts to her tight ass. Clarissa could clearly see the woman’s nether-lips and his fingers probed her there. A moan resonated from the computer speakers.

“Oh baby, you are so wet,” her father said thrusting his fingers in and out of her.

“Oh that is so good,” She said. “More ... faster.”

Another voice rang out. “Fuck John. Stop playing around and stick your big cock into her tight pussy.” The voice belonged to her mother and Clarissa squeezed her breast as another tiny shot went from her nipples to her cunt.

Her dad stood up and placed his prick at the entrance to Constance’s pussy. He rubbed the head up and down her lips.

“Shit stick it in!” the girl cried.

“Fuck her John,” Pam’s voice demanded.

John lined up his cock with her slit and thrusts his prick into her in one motion. The girl actually squealed. As he began to pump in and out, the girls hips thrust back and her voice filled the room with moaning.

Clarissa was thrusting her own fingers in and out of her pussy.

Suddenly she saw her mother enter the frame. Like Constance and her father she was naked. Clarissa saw that her breasts were not as firm as the housekeeper’s, but much bigger and only slightly drooping. Her mom was a stone cold fox, Clarissa thought. Shoulder length blond hair, slim waist, and cushy ass.

The next sequence startled the girl so much she actually stopped frigging herself. Her mother sashayed to the housekeeper’s head and placed her hands in the girl’s hair, pulling her into her own crouch.