I sat down at mom’s desk and opened her laptop. She was not home, but I had an assignment due, no wiggle room, and my hard drive had just taken a dump. My work was saved on the cloud so all I had to do was get it open, polish up the last paragraph and send it in.
We had a mutually respectful arrangement, or so I thought. It had been just the two of us for the last few years… I respected her privacy and, I thought, she respected mine, so opening her computer without her permission was not something I ever did and did not do it lightly now.
Password was her password… she had laughed about it when we had talked about security on our electronics,
The “desk top” was semi-controlled chaos… but I really did not need anything in her links or files.
I accessed my paper, did my work, sent it, then began closing programs I had used. Just before dropping the lid on the desk top screen I noticed a pulsing icon in the upper left corner. Something mom had left open and running in the background. Curiosity won out, because I had time to be curious and I brought it up to the forefront. It was a split screen image. One half was my bedroom, with my bed the central focus of the picture, the other screen was my bathroom, focused on the shower but showing the sink as well. Both images were static… it took me a moment to figure out why the program was open with pictures of my room. These images were the pause points on motion activated cameras. My mom had put nanny cams in my bedroom and bathroom. I knew the angles had to be shot from a different shelf in each room and pretty certain, after just a cursory examination, that I knew exactly where the cameras were and what was camouflaging each one.
I was shocked, to put it mildly, that my mom would be spying on me… and for what? I made a quick search but could not find a storage cashe for the cameras. Well, maybe she was more tech savvy than her passwords would suggest.
Then I hit on it. In the settings I uncovered all of her hidden files. Jackpot!
I could not resist the titillation of snooping just a bit. Rummaging through her underwear drawer was weird… hidden files on a computer? This was exciting.am”.
The shower cam had titles like “lots of soap”, “frontal stroke”, “big finish”. Most were just numbered with a date and time.
The bed cam were mostly time and date but “big finish” and first hair” caught my eye. They were recordings of me jerking off in bed and in the shower. They went back several years, to the beginning of puberty. I had no idea that my straight laced but fun loving mom was a secret young boy/young man pervert.
She had a cashe of porn that I looked through as well. There was a file of down loaded mother son incest porn and some milf young man porn… step son/sons best friend porn. There was another file that held girl on girl, but most of that was milf on milf or milf on girl with the milf being seduced and dominated. Some of it was pretty hard bondage.
She did not date much, even though she could have, but this explained much of why not. None of her porn involved men her age. I did make me wonder about some of her girls friends though… the way they interacted might be an indication… or maybe this was all repressed sexual fantasy and totally separate from realty… but the cameras in my room… that was reality.
Respecting privacy just went out the window. Plots and plans were swirling in my big head… my little head was cheerleading.
I did not know when she was getting back, so time was of the essence. As quickly as I could, with a raging hard on, I retrieved a memory stick from my room, being careful not to be seen by the cameras, then I copied the relevant files, returned her setting to where she had them and left her computer the way I found it.
I had places to go and things to do… I had a computer to fix, some software to buy and maybe some hardware of my own… but first things first.
I went to the laundry hamper and pulled a pair of mom’s panties out. It was not anything I had ever done before, usually I just let go on my self or in a tissue. But I thought, if she is perving on me, it might up the game if she thinks I’ve got a thing for her.
I took them to my room, sat on the edge of the bed facing the camera lens, dropped my pants and held her panties to my face as I started to stroke my already hard cock. The smell was better than I thought. It smelled like mom with a twist… not like pee or shit as I had always imagined it would.
I laid back with them dropped across my face and stroked bare handed. Her scent or the fact that I knew she would be watching this later, or a combination if the two, really seemed to enhance both the hardness of my cock and the quickness of the outer edges of the point of no return. Just before cum rocketed out of my cock, I positioned her panties to catch the spunk. It ended with a surprisingly intense ejaculation. Maybe I was perving on mom more than I thought…
I zara escort stashed the soiled panties back in the hamper, stuffed down, as if I was hiding them and did not expect anyone go be looking for them before laundry day.
I left a note for mom, letting her know that I was running errands and would be home in time for dinner.
Mom was cooking when I got home, and immediately apologized for not having if ready on time. Usually mom was pretty on schedule and I thought that I was running late…
A quick check of the laundry basket told me why she might have gotten off schedule and maybe, why she was having trouble holding eye contact.
I told her that my hard drive fried, but I could reboot from the cloud. She was relieved that I did not lose all of my school work and other data and programs, and was more than willing to help me once I explained that I needed to use her lap top to finish and submit an assignment while mine was loading and reinstalling software applications.
“Just let me know when you are ready and I will open it up for you honey…”
Dinner was ready before I was, so we ate and I helped clean the table but asked to be excused from washing dishes, pots and pans, and if she could give me access to her computer before she got started. School work was a priority to her, so I knew the request would be met with agreement.
Since the assignment was already done, I used the time on her computer to install a newly purchased “Parental control” program that had a stealth mode so mom and dad could monitor activity, without the little hackers being any the wiser. It would allow me to monitor in real time, what she was doing, as well as keeping records of when and where she went on line. There was even a function that gave me control of the laptop camera without alerting the user that the camera was recording. Because of chat rooms and child stalkers, I could even see a split screen of her desk top incoming and her camera outgoing activity. Several times I asked myself if I was overreacting or taking things too far, but the files I found featuring me as the main character convinced me that, “no… maybe not far enough.” Mom had crossed lines long before me…
When I was done I went to see if she needed any help.
“I’m almost done, but it was nice of you to offer. Did you get everything done on my computer that you needed?”
“Yep… all fixed up. Thanks mom. I think I will be able to do anything else I need from mine. I still need to set up some of the apps and configure setting on the new hard drive, so I will probably be in my room the rest if the evening.”
“OK hon… I’ll finish up here and then I may write a couple of letters and email them… I haven’t spoken to your Aunt Jenny in a while… maybe… oh you don’t care about who I write to…” she smiled, “I’ll probably play on the computer and then go to bed early… you know how us old folks get… don’t stay up too late playing with new software… I know how you can get with new toys.”
I had scrolled though some of the files, looking to see what she was saving of “me”. It was embarrassing to say the least. God, I hope she was not sharing this privately or posting it in the open. I was, according to her cashe, an oversexed serial self abuser. Watching yourself masturbate is humbling. It wasn’t a size thing… I am not deficient or overly endowed… it’s just that no one, outside of directed porn, looks sexy or desirable jerking off.
Speaking of porn… there was not gigs upon gigs of saved porn, but she did have certain tastes when it came to what she downloaded. Mother/son was the clear winner as far as data saved. Sub categories involved blackmailed moms, seduced moms, raped moms. Most of these had some struggles, spankings, light restraints… there was only two that got into heavier bondage. There were a couple of the “point of view” vids of moms willingly sucking and fucking their sons, but even those had overtones of bondage.
The file with milf and “son’s friends” were all multiple partners, gang bangs, forcing the mom… all but one involved the son as the leader… in the outlier he was the patsy.
Mom had more lesbian porn than I did… and I will admit, that I like a couple of females that like to fuck each other, but hers were all pretty specific. The main milf was seduced by a long time friend, a traveling sales lady, a store clerk, a sons girl friend or a daughter… some was gentle persuasion, but most started with some level of force.
If mom was watching what turned her on, and there was no reason to think otherwise given the overwhelming pattern of plot lines, it was pretty obvious that she saw herself as a submissive or a victim forced to submit, and that rough play was a prominent feature. All of this was a bit hard for me to take in… given that I thought my mom was pretty white bread, sexually bland. But then who really knows that much about the sexual proclivities of their mother?
Mom zeytinburnu escort wasn’t a beauty queen… she was cute, some, including me, would say that when she dressed up she was even pretty. Her tits were big, 38 and at least a D, (like I said, I did not dig around in her laundry), but time and gravity had some affect. Her tummy was not fat, but it was not gym washboard either. An average slightly plump, late 39 year old woman.
She had a definite girl next door vibe. She always struck me as wholesome and innocent. Maybe that’s why she fantasized about a wilder experience that gave her no choice and she could not control.
I got an alert on my phone that mom had logged onto the internet. I pulled up her desk top and camera split screen. I could see what she saw, and what was seen by the other party, plus I could, in this case, see through her camera. Her chat showed an avatar, not a live stream. At least she was being a little bit smart.
Her “in chat” name was “Enjoy” and when I started watching, she was scrolling through a list of those on line. A couple of people greeted her but she mostly ignored them, apparently looking for someone in particular.
There was “BigistDickus43”, “AlwaysHard005”. “EverreadyJack” typed “On your knees cunt! Jack and Joy hopped up the hill and Jack bent Joy over the well.”
Mom hit the search bar and typed, “AlwayyourQu…” before a window popped open that said, “AlwayyourQueen invites Enjoy to a guest room. Accept or Deny.”
Mom accepted, and the hook-up room disappeared, replaced by her avatar and another, side by side. Mom’s avatar was a cartoon character housewife. The other was a dominatrix in a black bodysuit with hood and mask with full breast cut outs and bare pussy, but she also sported a huge red strap-on cock. Next to her, kneeling was a man and woman in sparse leather straps and restrains adorned with dog ears, muzzles and tails.
Mom was topless, I could not tell from the camera if she was naked, but her tits were resting on the desk top. She put an ear bud in and started talking. My computer was recording the conversation as it came through the computer.
“You are early Joy. I hope, for your sake you have a good reason for interrupting my play.”
“I apologize my Queen, but I have exciting news that I thought you would want to hear.”
“Did you finally obey me and suck your son’s cock?”
“No my Queen.” Even though there was no streaming picture mom dropped her head as if she could be seen. “I am still too much of a coward to do that, but… I was watching him masturbate like always, wishing that it was me instead of his hand…”
“You are pathetic you unworthy bitch. Why do I even waste my time with you? Understand that Kathy is going to pay dearly for your disobedience topped by you wasting my time.”
“Yes my Queen, I understand. Maybe this will mitigate some of her punishment though… my son used a pair of my dirty panties for the first time.”
“Interesting … go on.”
“He put them over his face while he stroked himself, then he used them to catch his cum in when he finished. I came really hard as he filled my panties with his cum.”
“It could be your mouth, your pussy or your ass hole, any time you wanted, you incest, son loving slut. That boy would fuck you silly if you ever got the guts to let him.”
“I know… but there is more my Queen.”
“Tell me you waste of a good pussy. I hope it is worth my attention… Kimmie is doing her best to get me to squirt in her mouth right now… you can help her or hinder her efforts… reward or punishment. Her ass is depending on you.”
“As soon as he finished himself in my panties he left the room. I knew he went to put them back in the laundry basket. I hurried to find them, hoping that it was still fresh. It WAS! I found fresh globs of my sons cum, that had not been absorbed by the material. I ran back to my room and quickly got naked and lay down. I smelled it, inhaling deep while I was fingerings myself. I touched it, rubbing it between my fingers. I was such a nasty slut, playing with his goo. It made me so wet. I almost came when I rub some of it into my nipples. Then I took more and rubbed it all over the outside of my pussy. It was so hot… so nasty,”
“You ARE a nasty piece of motherhood. You deserve to be punished! Why don’t you send me your address and I will personally come over and make you pay.”
My screen was half way full of her screen, the other half being her camera view. I tabled her desk top to better see her. Granted, it was only her upper half. I could not see how she was rubbing her pussy, though it was more than obvious that that is what her hand was doing under the edge of the table, but I was happy to watch how she squeezed and pinched her breasts while she recounted her earlier masturbation and responded to her online “friend’s” promises of domination.
Mom brought her slick fingers ereğli escort above the table edge when “Queen” told her she would make her worship at the “pussy alter”, her sacred slit. Mom wiped her own juice on her mouth… smearing it around to include her nose and chin, then treated her fingers like little cocks, licking and sucking then clean. Her fingers went south again, came up freshly wet with pussy juice again. Mom held, first one, then the other breast, pinched to make the nipples stand out prominently while she liberally coated each hard nipple.
“I have to tell you my Queen, that I was much nastier than just that.”
“Tell me my little wannabe mommy whore… confess to me how much more depraved did you get with your son’s cock cream.”
Mom had leaned back to allow both hands room under the table, her tits were bouncing, squeezed as they were between her moving arms.
“I… oooo… I ahh shit!”
“Don’t you cum yet! Tell me first slut! Tell me before you cum, what else did you do with your son’s fresh jizz!”
“I… oh god…ooo… I licked it! Ahhhhhfuuuuccckkkuuugggggg!!¡”
Mom came… I came… the thought of her licking a goob of my cum off the crotch of her panties… it sent me right over the edge. I wasn’t even ready. Shit went everywhere but I didn’t care. Clean up on aisle number “going straight to hell”! From the breathing in my ears it sounded like Queen had cum too.
Mom was coming back… hands rubbing cunt and tits, trying to calm the nerve endings…
“Joy you cum slurping slut! Finally! Now you have no excuse not to go to his room and suck his cock and get it straight from the source. That’s great!”
“Oh nooooo. I could never do that. I know that’s what you want…”
“Of course it’s what I want! But more importantly, it is what YOU want. We both want the same things, just for different reasons… and as much as I want to have you on your knees, under my thumb, ready to do whatever disgusting, humiliating thing I tell you to do… it is more important that he makes you kneel before him and forces you do all the humiliating, disgusting things that make you wet, that you can not let yourself do. If I could make you do anything, it would be for you to put a collar and a leash on yourself, go down and hand it to your son and, after sucking his cock, having him drive you to the address I have given you and let me show him how you should be treated and trained. But… I know you won’t do that you miserable, self hating shrew… so do this instead… the next time you find fresh cum on your panties, and believe me momma, now that he has discovered this perve, he will do it again and again, the next time, scoop a big glob on two fingers and get that cum as deep up your virgin ass hole as you can. Cum before cock… you made it happen in your mouth, though your whore mouth has had cock traffic before, now make it happen in that tight ass hole, then get yourself on line and tell my all about it.”
“You know I can’t… you know… put his… stuff in my butt…”
“I know you said you could not eat his cum… but you just did… you WILL shove two, cum coated fingers, as deep in that tight-ass asshole of yours, as you can, then, using it as lube, fuck yourself to an illicit, incestuous climax, wishing it was your beautiful son giving you the ass pounding, mind blowing fuck you so desperately crave. You will do this and be ready to tell me about it while Kimmie sucks on the plastic cock I just pulled from her own ass. Or… never darken my door again. You are a cruel disobedient, cock tease and I am tired of being used as your therapist with no real benefit to me.”
“I… you know I want to…”
“I know you have been a coward when it comes to your son and your needs… but wishing and hoping, using porn made by actors to substitute for your real desires… it’s pathetically weak, and I am done enabling your behavior… Do What I Tell You To Do!”
“Yes Ma’am… I will.”
“Will what? Will what you weasely slut! Why must you always try my patience.”
“I will put my son’s cum on my fingers and put two of them in my butt then masturbate, as you have demanded.”
“Good girl… now go be naughty.”
The chat disconnected and mom sat at the desk for another minute before closing the lid on the computer and closing my eye in her bedroom.
The next day I wrestled with how to capitalize on what I knew without revealing that I knew… a plan formed, but it felt frustratingly slow. I wanted to kick her door open, throw her on the bed and ravish her… ignoring all of her protests, forcing myself on her the way her own fantasies played out, with her, at the end, begging me to fuck her and thanking me for being everything she imagined I could be… but… I also knew that life is not a porn movie or erotic novel… I had to find a way to go slow and convince her to ask me to be what she fantasized about. I did not want to step on my dick and ruin the relationship that we have… I wanted to help us turn it into what we both wanted…
I began with compliments about her appearance. Asking her if she had changed her look… added make up… a different style clothes… I had to start noticing things that were not there to encourage her to do them. And then I had to notice when she did.