Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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When I was about eight, my mother passed away just before Christmas. Even as a young as I was, I understood the devastation my father tried to hide from me. It was tradition that Dad would dress up as Santa and placed gifts under the well decorated tree while my mother and I hid behind a couch. We would watch and giggle as my well-padded Dad moved about the living room. When he was done, he'd sit in the big leather wingback chair and eat the cookies and (I'm pretty sure it was spiked) eggnog we left out for him.
After my mother's death, Dad continued to play Santa as I hid alone behind the couch. As I got older the tradition sadly stopped. That is until Dad got remarried.
He never really told me how they met but she was a real beauty; high maintenance, arm candy for sure. Krystal was a tall, big haired blond with big boobs. She had a young, sexy curved body with nice long legs. Dad did well to keep her happy since Krystal was way out of his league.
Although I was in my teens and not really hers, Krystal always treated me well. Almost as if I WERE her own. And for that, I loved her back. Maybe too much. I often spied on her as she dressed or undressed. I'm sure she knew but never said anything to me or as far as I know to Dad.
For me, I was a bit of a tech geek. When I was old enough, I started working at a resto-bar as a busboy. It was there I learn of CC surveillance. The owner would watch the comings and goings on in his bar from the comfort of his office. I asked him a lot of questions regarding types of cameras, locations, monitors, everything to do with spying.
It was a while but he finally trusted me enough to show me that he had a hidden camera in the woman's bathroom. We'd watch different ladies come in and either pull up their skirts or pull down their pants to pee. We would both groan "Uggg!" when some not so attractive female came in but we watched anyways.
I was working towards saving up enough to attend university and with some overtime and a bonus from my boss, I managed to save extra spending money. I started minimally. I bought an inexpensive, mini camera. When connected via Bluetooth to my laptop, I would be able to watch from the privacy of my bedroom. So when Dad and Krystal were out one day, I hid the camera in their closet and aimed it so I could see the entire room.
When Dad and Krystal would go out (which was almost every weekend), I watched Krystal get ready. She was just finishing her shower when I flipped on the video. She had a towel wrapped around her head in a turban with another towel wrapped around her body and tucked in at her boobs. The towel was big and fluffy but short. It just covered her bum.
I watched her dry her bounty of hair while she sat at her dresser. My dick was already put and hard in anticipation. When she finished doing her hair and make-up, Krystal stood up letting her towel fall to the floor.
"Fuck!" I exclaimed to myself not too loudly as I stroked myself. "Holy shit! She's so fucking hot!"
Krystal stepped into a red hot, micro g-string that would barely cover her shaven pussy. I know it was tiny from my rummaging through her panty drawers. Her bra was also a matching red hot. The cups were low cut and after she adjusted her boobs into a perfect cleavage, allowed her perfect nipples to remain exposed. From my previous recons and the lack of pantyhose, I knew Krystal only wore stockings. She hooked a garter belt around her waist and pulled on some black stockings to attach to the four dangling straps.
Dad entered the bedroom. He stood there and looked at Krystal in stunned awe. He spoke but I had no mike so I had no idea what he said. "Shit! I need to get sound!" Krystal slinked over and gave him a hot, passionate kiss. She dropped to her knees and opened his pants.
"Is she going to do what I think she's going to do?" I thought to myself. My hand wanking my wang.
Krystal took handfuls of Dad's ass and pulled him towards her open mouth. She closed her lips around the crown and... BLACK!
"What the fuck?" I cursed with hard on in hand. I realized the battery died. "Shit! I forgot to recharge the camera!"
With little choice still needing satisfaction, I closed my eyes and beat off while imagining Krystal on her knees; sucking cock... my cock. I was getting close and beating off harder and harder. "Yes, that's it Krystal. Suck me! Suck my cock! I'm going to cum down your throat!"
My white, creamy jizz spurted out uncontrollably as I came hard; really hard. It went everywhere: on my laptop; on my chest; over my jeans. The rest dribbled over my hand.
After I recovered, I immediately started looking for my next purchase. One with an extended battery life and sound. I wasn't sure how long I was looking but there was rapping on my door. "Knock! Knock!"
"Hi. It's Krystal." The door cracked open. "Is it okay to come in?"
"Yes!" I answered back making sure to hide my screen and ensuring all the evidence of my jerking off was gone. When she entered, I felt a resurgence in my sweatpants. My bulge started to grow as I observed my Step-Mom. She was dressed to the nines in a red satin cocktail dress that hemmed was well above her knees.
"We're about to go out so just wanted to say good night in case you go out or go to bed." Krystal informed me. She took a suspicious sniff. "Come give me a hug!"
