I washed gunk from my hands and used a washcloth to clean my now limp cock, balls and upper thighs. I peeled off my jeans and underwear, threw them in the hamper and went to my room to get fresh ones. I quickly dressed and headed back downstairs. I flopped down on the couch.
Mumbling to myself, “Scene two.”
I hit the play button on the remote and sat back with my cock already resting in my hand.
There was Mary snuggling against my mom’s amble bosom. My mom stroking the little girl’s hair. Mary looked so small next to mom.
“Get up!” My mom abruptly announced.
Mary didn’t hesitate. She moved away from my mom and off the bed. Standing next to it, hands folded in front of her. This wasn’t the first time. Mom had the little bitch trained!
I watched as mom had the girl crawl between her spread thighs. That’s when I got the first glimpse of my mom’s pussy. It was the classic perfect “V” shape. Neatly trimmed, cut short as to reveal the slit of her pussy lips. Mary’s face quickly blocked my view as the young vixen went to work lapping and sucking on my mother’s cunt. My mom’s hands on the bitch’s head, watching the girl’s performance.
After my mom came the two played with each other taking turns or in harmony stroking, licking, kissing each other’s bodies, seemingly cover every inch of each other.
Suddenly mom bolted up and looking around the bedroom let out an angry, “SHIT!” Pushing Mary away from her she bellowed, “Get up, get dressed and get out. Jason will be home any minute.”
Mary got up and scurried around the room, picking up her clothes and dressing.
Mom stood up, went into the bathroom, I heard the shower turn on. She poked her head out the door and angrily retorted, “Hurry, leave!” Mary looked at her and as she pulled her T-shirt over her head, left the room.
My mother showed no tenderness, no feelings towards my young cousin she had just used for pleasure.
I pulled the scan disk out of the TV and plugged another one in; this time my mother was with some young man I didn’t know. She berated the boy as she instructed him what he wanted him to do to her. My mother with her ass leaning back against the desk, her skirt pulled up to her waist, her thighs spread wide showing her thigh high black stockings. Her panties discarded. The youngest was his knees munching on her cunt as she held his head forcefully against it with her hands. I almost came again during this escapade but held off. I looked at the scan disks in my hand. I smiled at the one labeled “Tommy”. The one I had first seen and plugged it into the TV. I sat back on the couch and turned-on ESPN to catch up on sports and wait for my parents to return home. A contented smile on my face, thinking, “Vengeance is mine.”
I drifted from sports to images of my mother on her knees sucking cock or having her pussy eaten by various barely legal teens. My cock remaining in a near rock hard state. At one point I realized I hadn’t seen mom fucking any of the young men. I thought about searching some disk to see my precious mother spreading her thighs to accept a boy’s cock, but looked at the time and realized it was to late for that.
Sure enough, about a half hour later, mom and dad came tumbling through the door. Well dad was doing the tumbling and mom was holding him up. I could see she was pissed, but as she helped him across the room, she tersely asked me to give her a hand and get the “old man” to the bedroom. I got up and she handed him off to me. And as if an afterthought, maybe even as a reason she tolerated his inebriated state, she chided, “the bastard got promoted to V.P., how, have no idea.”
I helped her get dad up the steps. He was mumbling incoherently. We plopped him down on the bed. I pulled off his shoes as mom pulled him out of his suit jacket.
“I’ll get him undressed; you just do what you were doing.”
“Okay” and I turned to leave the room.
I put my hand in my pocket and felt the scam disks. I looked back. Mom tugging at dad’s tie and dress shirt. I pulled a scan disk out of my pocket. Read the label, “Alan”, whoever he is and put it on my mom’s vanity on top of her jewelry box. Again, I turned, mom now unbuckling dads. ‘Good, she didn’t see.
I headed back downstairs. I smiled, wondering how long it would take before she noticed the disk.
It didn’t take more than five minutes when she came hurrying down the stairs. Her high heels clanging on their hard wood flooring. I guessed, as soon as she had finishing getting dad out of his suit, she went over to the vanity to take off her jewelry and noticed the disk. Her first thought, ‘How did this get here?’
Her mind must have been racing, “Did dad find it? Did she, somehow forget she had it?”
I saw her glance at me quickly as she walked into the den. I just acted like I didn’t notice and kept my face turned towards the television.
I could hear mom opening and closing the desk drawers in the den and mumbling to herself.
I sat comfortably on the couch. My arms stretched out on the back. One hand holding the remote. I had on a T-shirt and jeans and white athletic socks. I turned the sound low on the sports channel and fixed my eyes on the den’s entrance, waiting for mother.
She then appeared. She looked pale, a confused, wary look on her face. For the first time in my life my mom looked vulnerable. She glanced at the TV, then me.
I smiled broadly, “You okay mom? Anything wrong? Missing something?”
Her eyes widened, a brief shot of anger in her eyes shot at me, then as if the realization came over her, that I knew, that I had the disks, that I…
I clicked a few buttons on the remote and on the screen, there was my darling, controlling mother. On the screen she had now changed position with the boy. She was the one kneeling upright now. Her hands holding firmly on a lanky tall young man’s ass. Her cheeks indented as she sucked on his rigid cock imbedded in her mouth between those luscious ruby red painted lips.
As she looked at the TV, her entire being instantly transformed from confident, controlling woman, who could pass as a youthful looking thirties young lady, to a woman of her true mid-forties age. Her usual straight up posture, slumped, under the wait of her secret stash being discovered.
“Looking for these?” I tossed a handful of scan disks on the coffee table in front of me.
As the clanked and scattered, she stood there frozen. I could only imagine what was circling in her mind. She was helpless. I had her. I thought to myself, ‘No, I own her. I own my mother. She must obey me. Do whatever I say, want.”
She looked at the spread-out disks and moved toward the coffee table. She reached down to scope them up, to take them back into hiding.
I gave her a stern look. “Don’t bother. I’ve already made copies.” I lied, but she didn’t know that.
She looked at me and asked in a hushed tone, without a tinge of her usual arrogance, “What do you want?”
I smiled and thought, ‘Good question, what do I want?’ I looked at my mother. Standing there, impeccably dressed. I ran my eyes over her. Her black three in high heels, her silk, sheer black stocking covered ankles, calves and knees. The tightness of her black dress ran up her thighs, over her hips, accentuated her tapered waste then revealed her ample bosom with its plunging neckline. The strand of pearls hanging loosely around her neck gave her a touch of elegance and sexuality. Her red lips, not as glossy as before, but still clearly enticing. Her high cheek bones. Her hair was still up, but not as perfect as when she had left hours before.
Suddenly it was clear what I wanted. I adjusted my position on the couch. Spread my thighs a little farther apart. I pointed to the end of the couch, “Move the coffee table over there.”
My mom looked down at me, puzzled.
“You heard me. What I want is for you to move the coffee table to the end of the couch.”
Still looking puzzled, shrugged, bent over and pushed the coffee table out from in front of me.
“Now, mother,” I said with a hint of derision, “stand in front of me.”
Mom stood, looked at me, turned and took a few steps. I eyed her up and down again.
“Take off your dress.” My mom’s eyes widened, I’m sure they were words she never thought she’d hear from me, just as I thought just a few hours before I’d be telling her.
“You can’t be serious, I’m your mother.” She had a confused look on her face.
I turned the sound up on the tv. The moans of the young boy filled the room. I moved my head to see the image on the screen as mom turned hers to see the action. Unlike Timmy from across the street, mom was permitting this young man to hold her head firmly in his hands and he was pumping his cock into her face.
I continued to up the volume. “I wonder how soundly dad is sleeping. Think this will wake…”
Mom cut me off, pleading, “Please, turn that down.”
I stopped raising the sound and repeated my command, “Strip.”
She took a deep breath that made her chest rise. She reached up with both hands on her sides and slowly unzipped the dress, peeling it away from her skin. She then crossed her arms in from of her, tugging on the sleeves.
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