Cindy just shook her head and said, “Ok, I get it, you’re up.” She turned away from her daughters and as she left their room she said, “And don’t lay back down. I expect you in the kitchen in two minutes”
As Cindy walked down the short hallway to the kitchen, she swore she could hear her own heart beating.
Cindy’s phone had been sticking out of the top of her pocket, and as she walked to the kitchen she pulled it out. Looking at the screen Cindy stopped the recording, closed the camera app and locked her phone before slipping it back into her pocket again. Until she looked at the video she wouldn’t know if she’d actually captured her daughter’s morning wake-up call or not, but even if she had, she still wasn’t sure if she could violate their privacy by letting me see it.
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UNEXPECTED GIFT
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Cindy was getting ready to leave my house when she stopped. She had a look of unease on her face, which wasn’t what I’d have expected based on the way she’d been cumming only minutes before. Her tone became serious as she asked, “I can trust you right?”
I was shocked to hear her ask that, given everything we’d done but I could tell this wasn’t a joke so I said, “Of course. Why?”
She took a moment to reply, as if questioning herself, and then she slowly reached into her pocket. When her hand came out she held a USB drive in her fingers in an obvious gesture for me to take it. As the USB drive transferred hands she said, “I’m trusting you. This is for your eyes only.” There was a brief pause before she added, “I don’t need to know what you do with this, just promise me you’ll delete before you return the drive”
Once more, I was surprised by the way she was acting. She’d given me a USB drive with naughty pictures and videos of her several times before and she knew I’d never share them or show anyone else. The fact she was making such a big deal about it this time made me both excited and confused. I couldn’t imagine what she might be giving me that would warrant an extra reminder about privacy so I reassured her by saying, “Of course. I’d never keep anything you asked me not to. If this needs to be deleted, it will be”
Cindy looked relieved as she said, “Thank you”. She offered one last kiss before she left.
Cindy’s car was barely out of sight before I was sitting at my computer plugging the mystery USB drive in. Upon opening it, I was surprised to find only one movie file, and based on the file size, I knew it couldn’t be very long.
When the video loaded I was confused because it appeared to be a recording of a wall. A moment later there was some awkward movement and a lot of shaky cam work, which had me wondering if perhaps she’d accidentally given me the wrong video because this wasn’t starting out like any masturbation video she’d ever given me. I was about to fast forward the video when I saw a door open and a light turn on. My heart nearly stopped as I heard Cindy call out for her daughter’s to wake up, and instantly I understood why she’d asked if she could trust me.
I watched with focused attention as the scene played out before me. There was nothing overly erotic about the video. It was just a normal routine at her place, and the video showed less skin than you’d see in a clothing magazine or on a beach; however, this video wasn’t about nudity or some illicit sexual act. Furthermore, I understood that this video wasn’t really even about her daughter’s morning routine. No, this was about Cindy coaxing her daughters out of bed, just so I could see them in a way few others ever would.
Even though it hadn’t been too long since I’d cum with Cindy, my cock was already getting hard again. I set my program up to loop the portion of the video where Hanna got out of bed, stretched and bent over. The scene played over and over again on the screen as I reached down to masturbate to this rare, and private, glimpse of Cindy’s oldest daughter…
As I watched Hanna stand up in her bikini cut panties once more, I thought about how lucky it’d been that Hanna hadn’t slept in her pajama pants. No sooner than I that formed, I remembered the words Cindy said while Hanna was still under the covers.
Cindy had told Hanna she wasn’t leaving until she was up “and dressed”.
While that wording wouldn’t win a court case, it certainly implied that Cindy knew how little Hanna was wearing. In all reality, Hanna probably slept like that most nights, which meant the glimpse of Cindy’s panty clad daughter wasn’t an accident. Just knowing that Cindy had stood there, refusing to leave until Hanna exposed herself to the camera, suddenly made the video much more erotic.
As I continued to watch the looped video I felt my own orgasm build, and I didn’t fight the urge. It’s hard to explain just how incredibly taboo it felt knowing that Cindy had not only secretly recorded her own daughters for me, but she’d made that video in hopes that seeing them like that would make me cum.
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EBAY-ING A PEN
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Cindy had told me she didn’t need to know what I did with the video she placed on the drive, but she was curious as to whether I enjoyed it. She knew the actual content was at most rated-PG, but she hoped I saw it as more than that.
Her hesitation about giving me that video was in direct odds with her desire to “even the sexual score”, between us. She knew she could never make me cum as hard, or often, as I made her, and I’d already unlocked a world of pleasure she hadn’t even known existed. Time after time she’d said that she’d do almost anything to say “Thank You” for all I’d already done, but there was little she felt like she could actually do to compete.
In Cindy’s mind, any woman that would spread her legs, offer her hands, mouth or ass to me would make me cum, and I’d cum just as hard with them as I did with her. In contrast, no other man, toy or fantasy had made her feel the way she did when she was with me and it was a sobering thought to believe she could be replaced by almost any sexually-willing female on the planet. It wasn’t fair because she saw herself as replaceable; but to her, I was one of a kind.
When Cindy finally worked up the courage to ask about the video, she hadn’t been surprised to hear I had enjoyed it…several times. What did surprise her was when she said, “Since you liked it, you can keep a copy. But if I ever ask you to delete it, you will. Right?”
Cindy’s offer to let me keep the video was one part guilt and one part desire to please. She saw it as a token of pleasure, but she also knew it didn’t even the sexual score between us.
Cindy desperately wanted to feel like she was irreplaceable to me, just as I had become irreplaceable to her. The truth was, she felt like that was an impossible goal as long as she only did the kind of things other women could do, or would do.
When she crossed the line and recorded a barely risqué video of Hanna, for a moment, she had felt like a bold and irreplaceable woman. As she reflected on that act, she knew it had been wrong, but she also knew that the world hadn’t ended. In fact, her car hadn’t exploded, her bedroom hadn’t caught fire and nobody had gotten hurt…there hadn’t been a single negative consequence to taking, and then giving me, that hidden video. As that realization swept over her she was forced to ask herself, “What harm is there in doing it again?”
Cindy held onto that thought and clung tight to her desire to become irreplaceable. In what could only be described as a life-altering impulse, she went to eBay with the sole intention of purchasing a small hidden camera device.
As Cindy looked at various hidden cameras, she reminded herself that I’d likely seen thousands of women in porn that were far more attractive than herself or her daughters, and those women had done much more than offer a brief glimpse of their panties. Cindy knew that if she objectively took a step back, the quick view of her daughter’s panties shouldn’t have warranted a second glance from me. Technically, that video had been even less revealing than the bikini picture she’d shown me before since Hanna had been wearing a tank top.
As Cindy zeroed in on a device she thought might work, she understood that my reaction to the video hadn’t been due to the raw sexual content, instead, its most erotic element was the fact she had recorded the video so I could see it.
Cindy understood that even with a hidden camera it’d be highly unlikely she could ever capture any footage to compete with the girls openly exposing themselves for porn sites, but Cindy also knew she wasn’t directly competing with those girls, or those kinds of videos. Cindy’s erotic currency wouldn’t be “a random naked girl doing highly sexual acts”; instead she could offer highly private glances of two very specific girls. These would be girls I’d met, whose rooms I’d stood in and more importantly, two girls that would never know just how much I’d seen of them.
Cindy stared at the posting for a fully functional ink pen, equipped with a hidden camera inside and she silently debated what she should do. She knew that very few mothers in her position would ever consider doing what she debated now, and somehow, that made her feel more powerful and the option more appealing. There was something freeing about knowing she could finally be the one to do something other women wouldn’t. If she could bring herself to offer me this unique tease then maybe that would make her irreplaceable.
By the time the purchase confirmation arrived in her inbox Cindy had already started making a mental list of all the places she use the pen. Even though logic said it’d be smart to test the pen out in completely mundane places, in the back of her mind she already knew where the pen was going….the bathroom.
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