The Secret Life

The Secret Life
by Philip

Hi. My name is Walter. You may have heard about me because they made a movie about me some years back. They got the story wrong. I guess I should say I told the story wrong back then, and they used my narration as the basis of their movie. I can’t blame them, but if I had told them the truth they never would have made the movie and probably would have tried to get me locked up. Even my wife doesn’t know the truth. If she did, she would leave me for sure. You are the first to hear the truth, and I will let you decide for yourself if I have a gift or if I really am crazy.

I used to have a theory which I am now convinced is fact. Everyone lives a double life. Everyone has the persona they want the world to see. Everyone has an image that has been carefully crafted over time that they protect with enormous effort and energy. But everyone also has the real personality that they are terrified to let the world see. There is the confident, possibly arrogant businessman, who is really a scared child. There is the pious church leader with his porn stash and trips to prostitutes. There is the shy and conservative housewife who writes erotic stories and grabs her dido as soon as her husband and children are out the door. I can see these people for who they really are. I can see the person they don’t want anyone else to know exists. So, do you see why I can’t tell anyone? People would have a hard time believing me, and if they did believe me they couldn’t admit it because that would be admitting this secret persona existed within themselves. No one can risk exposing who they really are.

Let me give you a couple of examples. The other day I was walking down the aisle of one of the big box retailers. I was on my lunch break and in a hurry until a movement at the end of the aisle caught my eye. As I looked, I saw an attractive young mother pushing a buggy (we call them buggies not shopping carts down here) with a young daughter sitting in the basket. This mother was attractive, but not a beauty queen. She’s what’s known as a natural beauty. She has the body of a mother, meaning she had curves but she obviously took care of herself, and wears just enough makeup to enhance her features. She was wearing a loose, light-colored blouse, which allowed me to see the gentle swell of her breasts. Her pants were a light gray and fit her nicely. As she drew closer I could see her smiling at the young girl who would be a beauty in her own right as she grew up. Most people would see this scene and think how sweet of this mother to enjoy spending time with her daughter. What I saw was the mother as a teenage girl lying on a bed saying, “Please, Daddy. Do it now.” And the dad placing his cock in the entrance of the girl’s virginal pussy and pushing forward. I saw the man increasing speed until he shoots his load deep inside her, and the love she felt for her daddy as she received her first load of cum. The smile was not one of love for her daughter, but of a fond memory or her own dad and the knowledge that her husband would one day her make her daughter feel just as loved.

For groceries I like to go to one of the more expensive chains in town. They’re always clean and the staff is friendly and professional. Yes, they cost more but the experience is worth it. It probably doesn’t hurt that they have a reputation for hiring very cute cashiers. There is one cashier I’m particularly fond of as she is sweet and friendly and always does an excellent job. I always pick her line even if it is the longest. One day there was a sharp-dressed lady in front of me with her teenage son in tow. She had her nose in the air and made it clear she thought she was better than everyone else in the store. The poor cashier had the misfortune of making a minor mistake. Well, the woman loudly proclaimed she was Mrs. Dr. So-and-So and that she had never seen such incompetence in all her life absolutely humiliating the cashier over a trivial mistake which was easily corrected. While most people saw an obnoxious rich bitch, I saw a pretty young blonde getting her pussy plowed by a string of young interns until one poor SOB made the mistake of knocking her up and feeling obligated to marry her thus making her Mrs. Dr. So-and-So. I saw the punk son who treated his mother as his own personal whore and shoved his cock in her mouth daily forcing her to swallow everything he could give. I saw the husband who knew, but no longer cared because he had a string of young nurses and receptionists taking care of his every need and hoping they could become the next Mrs. Dr. So-and-So.

I have no doubt these scenarios weren’t figments of a perverted imagination. I am convinced these are the real people that hide behind the public mask we all put on. I am sure you can see how dangerous that knowledge can be and why I must keep it a secret.

Let me tell you about the first time this happened to me. I remember it like it was yesterday and at first I convinced myself I was going crazy. This couldn’t possibly happen in real life.

There is an Italian café in the old part of town we like to visit from time to time. It is a charming spot with lots of wrought iron railings from the French influence in the early days of the city. We picked a table out on the sidewalk with a nice view of the city. I love their calzones and ordered one this day. My wife ordered chicken carbonara or something similar. I know I should pay more attention to what she likes, but I’m typically too busy watching those around me. Just as the waitress finished taking our order, a family sat at the table beside us. The wife was stunning. Long black hair, olive colored skin and spectacular breasts proudly on display behind her tight fitting dress and push up bra. The daughters were younger versions of the mom with their silky black hair and beautiful skin. Obviously there is Latin blood in their veins. The girls were in their school uniforms with the plaid skirts and white blouses. The shirts were thin cotton and you could clearly see the outline of their small bras. The older was probably 15 with nice B cups. The younger I guessed at 13 with her tits just beginning to blossom. One of my favorite writers one time commented on how she is surprised that Catholic school girls are required to dress like porn sluts and how right she is. Those priests had to be dirty old men to come up with these uniforms.

As I watched, the mom sat to my left, the dad to my right facing the mom, the younger one sat on the opposite side of the table facing me and the older sat with her back to me. I could only get glimpses of the younger when she leaned over to talk to either mom or dad. They placed their order and as soon as the waitress left my world was turned upside down.

The mom tapped the younger daughter on the arm and the daughter leaned over to hear what the mom was saying. I saw the girl mouth the words, “Yes, Momma.” At that point the dad pushed back from the table and to my dismay and horror the girl got down on her knees directly in front of him. She unzipped his pants and fished his cock out. It was soft, but quickly grew as she began to kiss it. I looked around and no one else seemed to see what was happening. My wife was reading an entertainment magazine. The couples at the other tables acted as if nothing was happening. The waitress came out with the drinks and didn’t even glance at this sweet looking girl bobbing up and down on her father’s prick. The mom thanked the waitress and went back to watching her girl. How could she allow this let alone encourage it?

Without a doubt the dad was enjoying it as he stroked his baby’s hair and encouraged her. Just then a couple passed by on the sidewalk. They must have known the family because they stopped and spoke. Both the mom and dad exchanged words with them before the couple moved on. How could they ignore this? What should I do? I tapped my wife and said, “Do you see that?”

“Looks like a nice family” was all she said before going back to her reading. What the hell?

As I turned back to watch, I saw the dad gently pull the daughter up. Finally, I thought, they are going to stop this abomination. But I was wrong. The girl reached up under her skirt and pulled her panties down. She stepped out of them and placed them on the table. White cotton girl panties sitting on the table. The girl turned around to face her mom then sat on her dad’s lap. He reached under her skirt and seemed as if he was guiding his cock into her pussy. She lifted up a little then slid down letting out a gasp as he completely filled her. He put his hands on her hips and started her in a slow rhythmic grind. When the rhythm was well established, he reached up and cupped her tits. I saw him slowly unbutton her blouse. After undoing the last button before reaching the skirt he opened the shirt and pulled her bra aside exposing her tits for all to see. I couldn’t help but stare at those perfect little A’s and this was the first time I realized I liked girl tits. No matter how hard I tried, I could not look away. I saw the waitress coming over with their food and thought surely she’d put a stop to this, but she just placed the food in front of them and asked if there was anything else they needed. Mom replied, “We’re fine, thank you.” All the while the girl was riding dad and he began to thrust up into her. Faster and faster. I could her the squishy sound of her pussy and the gentle slapping of her ass on his hips. Suddenly he came with a grunt and grabbed her tits so hard she cried out in pain.

This had to be over now. Right? Wrong. Just as I thought it couldn’t get any worse I saw mom tap the older on the arm who just nodded her head in understanding. The younger pulled herself off dad and the older knelt down and took him in her mouth and proceeded to clean him up. When the dad was satisfied he pushed her away and tucked himself back in his pants. The younger the sat on the table and the older bent down and placed her head under the youngers skirt. This seemed to be a routine practiced many times and the older girl lapped and sucked until she had thoroughly cleaned as much of her dad out of her sister as she could. The younger sister’s breathing became shallow and rapid until she finally cried out in her own orgasm. The smile on the older girl’s face as she came out from under her sister’s skirt showed that not only was she accomplished at it she enjoyed it as well. She then went and sat down while her sister put her panties back on the sat down as well.

At this point the entire family began to eat as if nothing had happened. No anxiety or embarrassment. All their clothes properly arranged. No mess at all. All the other patrons were eating and enjoying the evening. Even my wife had finished her plate without seeming to notice the incredible affair acted out right in front of us. I couldn’t believe what I had seen. How could everyone else be so calm. I was snapped out of it when my wife punched me on the arm and yelled, “Walter! What’s the matter with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost and you didn’t even touch your calzone.”

What could I say and how could I explain what happened. Was it true? It seemed so real, how could it have been my imagination? But if it was real how could everyone else have missed it. Am I going crazy? I was so confused. Just then the family walked by as they were leaving. The younger daughter looked at me and blushed. I locked eyes momentarily with the mom and she smiled and winked at me. It was then I knew I got a glimpse at the secret life of this sweet family.

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  1. Ahhh yes, the great Walter Mitty; a wonderful take on a classic tale. Look forward to more of Walter’s adventures.

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