In the Dark Chapter 23

By Oliver Winslet

A boy, two girls, a mom, and several others get together for late night adventures. mf, mff, mF, mFf, mFff, MF, MFF, M+F+f, mFFff, Mf, teen, voy, exhib, harem, public sex, caught

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Author's Note

This is a story meant for adult reading, only. If you are under eighteen or whatever the minimum legal age is in your jurisdiction, if you find reading stories containing graphic representations of sexual acts offending, or if reading such literature is illegal where you are, leave right now.

Chapter 23

We slept late on Sunday morning. I hadn't bothered to wash Joanne out. I hoped that was not a mistake. When we woke up, Maria and Marene grilled us about the party. When we started I sat in a comfortable chair and Marene promptly sat on my lap (dick). Joanne came over, pulled Marene up, took her place, and told Maria and Marene that if they wanted to talk to US, they would talk to us, not two of us, one at a time. I thought that was sweet. Besides, she told them, they had me all the time and she only had me when she could get away from her momma. Marene and Maria had the judgment to keep quiet.

I asked Joanne to give Maria and Marene an overview of what went on from her perspective. There were things that had occurred where she was that I didn't know about. She covered, for example, what happened at the party while I was off with Mary, and I found it very interesting.

Joanne spent the entire time with Elaine Randall and her daughter, Barbara. Now remember, Barbara is our classmate. She knew both of us from school. But, Barbara didn't figure out who Jeannette really was. She was unable to tie the naked, beautiful, articulate college girl to Joanne, the sweet, conservatively dressed, sometimes mousy, quiet, junior high school girl. On top of which, Jeannette was sitting between Elaine and Barbara. Joanne said that she and Elaine seemed to have more things in common and had more to talk about than she and Barbara. Of course most women are interested in things related to sex, and Barbara's familiarity with sex was near zero, While Joanne's was pretty advanced.

I narrated my story of Mary and Peggy, including her mother's discovery of us fucking on the clubhouse veranda. That actually got a laugh from Maria because she knew Mrs. Pounds. All she would say is Peggy came by her interest in fucking, naturally. Joanne related the scene where I had brought Peggy to the party, and Elaine's comments afterward. Evidently Elaine thought I had, "picked up Peggy as a stray," was hysterical.

Elaine knew that Peggy was terribly embarrassed to be seen doing the walking fuck by her mother's friend and had made a point of not giving any assurances of keeping it from her mother, and to make matters worse had asked Peggy to give her mother her regards. She acted as though seeing one of her friends children, naked, fucking a man, and wandering the golf course in the middle of the night was perfectly normal.

But, the big deal was telling Maria and Marene that we had all been invited by Mary to her Fourth of July party. They went kind of nutty, jumping and screaming and generally bouncing off the walls with excitement. Our little sojourn into misrepresentation and fraud was bearing big social dividends. The only sad thing was not being able to transition, permanently, into that exciting, high society world. It would be fun while it lasted, though.

The telephone rang, interrupting the fun. Maria answered it, and it was Joanne's mom, Joan. She wanted to know how the night had gone and if Joanne had been well-behaved. Maria said, "She has been everything we could ask for. She's charmed the pants off of everyone. The girls were playing beauty parlor, so don't be surprised when she comes home with her fingernails and toenails looking like she had a manicure, but her toenails may look a little shabby because she hasn't worn shoes since she got here. She did. I'll confess that I helped a little," telling the truth in double entendre'.

After a pause for Joan to speak, she continued, "I'm not sure what got into her, but she's been even more excited about things than usual." Another pause, "She did have a little problem while screwing something together, but she asked Ollie for help, and he really got into her problem and took care of it for her." Poor unsuspecting Joan didn't have an idea just what kinds of things her daughter was doing, and what I had gotten into. All she could tell was that it sounded like Maria was being very complimentary of Joanne. There was a long pause with Maria responding with a lot of, "Uh Huh" answers and "I'll take care of it," at the end. Maria's last comment before they hung up the telephones just about made me burst out laughing. "The girls have been playing dress down, seeing who can be in the most outlandish costumes. She's sitting on the couch wearing one of them, right now, that's kind of a tight fit. We'll get her back into her clothes before we send her home, though." Pause, "OK, Bye. Bye."

"We'll get her back into her clothes before we send her home." I nearly shot off in Joanne just thinking about it. What she said about Joan's reason for calling, though, created a moment of panic. Maria told us Joan wanted Joanne home at about three o'clock because Mr. Burns was bringing a potential investor home for dinner (not supper) that evening and wanted Joanne home to help get the house cleaned up. When she had mentioned Ollie having helped Joan, she asked if I was still there, and when she said that I was, she wondered if I would come over with Joanne and mow their lawn. She told Maria she'd pay me two dollars if I did. So far, so good. Joanne had a minor annoyance with going home an hour early and I was getting twice the going wage for mowing a lawn. No problem.

Then, she unloaded the real kicker on us. The investor was Bo Randall, and he was bringing his wife and daughter, Elaine and Barbara! Good grief! Maria went into full fledged damage control mode. Joanne had to look like a little girl, again. She also needed to get her mind back into little girl things. Maria and Marene got to work on the 'look like a little girl' part, removing nail polish, scuffing up her toenails, getting rid of any and all makeup, taking her hair down, and more. When they were finished, she looked like almost every other naked 14 year old girl.

While she was getting her physical un-makeover, I started trying to get her thinking about being 14 again, rather than a college girl. I know it can be hard to talk to a girl while she is sitting on your dick, but we made progress. Once every trace of the makeover was gone, Marene joined in the task of helping Joanne be a little girl again. Usual girlie things were discussed like dolls, music, clothing styles, boys, other girls, slang, what to say about not having nail polish on, what she did overnight, you name it. One thing was certain, we all had to have the same story, if we somehow had to answer questions about the overnight stay at Marene's. A lot of bad things could happen, if we were caught saying different things. We'd all had different experiences, so we knew that there we had to have some differences, but they had to make sense. And, we didn't have much time.

We made a valiant effort. And, as time would tell, it worked. The Family member with the most difficult task was Joanne, who had to morph back into her little girl self and not once slip up with anything Jeannette. We all hoped she was a good enough actress. I even reminded her to make sure her room's window screens were hooked. Barbara might make a few wild guesses is she figured out Joanne sometimes snuck out of her room at night.

She needed to be a typical recalcitrant teenager around Elaine, but she has to be courteous. She would also have to take Barbara away from the adults for some girlie talk. Find out about her, but don't become her best friend. Finally, she should volunteer herself as the person who clears the table and washes the dishes. That would get her away from the adults and maybe Barbara. Doing that will also make her mother feel like she's growing up and taking a little responsibility for helping out around the house, particularly since her dad has an important financier in his home and wants to impress him. A fourteen year old daughter who helps with cleanup and washes the dishes would certainly impress him.

At five minutes before three o'clock We got Joanne off of my dick, wiped her pussy to get rid of any fluids that might give off suspicious odors, got her dressed (without shoes), and sent her home with the word that I would be along in a few minutes to mow their lawn. Maria said I should also take along a hoe so that I could make the edge of the curb and the front walk look neat. When I finished at the Burns I was to go home for the usual evening with my family.