Camila started in the living room vacuuming and dusting when she found a stain on her carpet in the walkway between the couch and the TV. Grumbling to herself about lazy kids, she scrubbed the spot and got it out.
At least no one will know it was there when we turn in the keys, she thought with a smile. She noticed a couple more stains on the couch and cleaned them up. Getting annoyed with Donald, she glanced at the video camera she had installed to keep tabs on him while she was out.
If she looks at the video feed since the last time she cleaned the room and today, she might be able to figure out what he was getting on the floor.
Camila glanced at the clock; he would be gone for at least another few hours, so she had time to take a break. She pulled her tablet off the bookshelf and sat down on the couch. She opened the app and went back to the date she last cleaned. There were about 20 events, so it shouldn't take long to figure this out.
She opened the first event and skimmed through it.
Just usual stuff, her or Donald going through the room. One of the events was when they both sat down to watch a ballgame. The next event was when Jen came over to watch Donald the first night. Just Jen was sitting on the couch, so she fast forward through the event and was caught by surprise when she found Jen on her knees sucking Donald's cock.
"What the fuck? "she exclaimed, rewinding the video to the point where Donald entered the room.
She watched the entire event, from Donald forcing Jen to suck him off until he was finished, ending with Jen weeping on the couch, holding herself, and shaking uncontrollably.
Holly shit, Donald, why did you do that to her?
Camila thought, realizing that he had raped her and how much trouble Donald was in if Jen told anyone.
I wonder why she didn't tell me.
She remembered how Jen acted when she got home that night, almost like she had been crying.
I guess she had been,
Camila thought.
Looking back at how Jen had been acting before that night and how she had been since then, things started to fall into place.
That poor girl. No wonder she didn't want to come back. Camila was hesitant to look at the other time Jen had watched Donald. Each time Jen watched Donald, he forced her a little more until he ended up fucking her.
At some point, while watching Donald use Jen, Camila started getting turned on. During the last video, it became apparent that Jen was not putting up much of a fight and seemed to be enjoying Donald using her.
Camila forced three fingers into her soaked pussy, and as she watched Donald cum inside Jen, it was too much and triggered a massive orgasm.
When Camila's senses returned, she took her tablet into the bedroom and tossed it onto the bed.
As she cleaned herself up, she realized Jen was submissive and had gotten off being used by her son.
That was the only reason she hadn't told me
, she thought.
It didn't take her long to form a plan to use what happened to Jen to exploit the woman herself.
She pulled out several outfits until she found what she was looking for: a short sun dress. No need for panties. They will just get in the way. Looking in the mirror, she smiled at her reflection.
Not bad for a woman pushing 40,
she thought.
Grabbing the tablet off the bed, Camila headed for the door.
"Time to see my new toy," she said as she opened the door and entered the hallway.
She was nervous and excited as she walked over and stood before Jen's door.
This could go badly,
she thought as she reached up to knock on the door.
She almost walked away, but she remembered how fucking hot Jen looked as she was used and realized if this worked, she wouldn't have to worry about any issues with David in the future.
She knocked and waited, getting annoyed it was taking Jen so long to come to the door. She raised her hand to knock again when she heard the locks being turned.
About fucking time
, she thought as the door opened and a sleepy Jen looked out at her.
"We have to talk, dear," Camila told Jen while walking past a stunned Jen into the apartment.
She walked over to one of the stuffed side chairs in the living room before she glanced back to see Jen still holding the door open and looking at her.
"Shut the door and come over here," she snapped, sitting in the chair, making sure the back of her skirt pulled so she wasn't sitting on it.
Jen missed the flash of bare skin as she turned and closed and locked the door. She shuffled her feet, not making eye contact with Camila as she walked over to sit on the couch.
Camila watched Jen's body language as she walked towards her.
Jen looks like a little kid who got caught doing something they knew was wrong and was about to get punished for it.
Perfect.
Camila thought.
"What do you think you are doing? Come over here and stand in front of me," Camila snapped.
Jen looked up, startled at the tone in Camila's voice, but she obeyed, moving to stand in front of Camila, looking at the floor again.
"Fucking look at me bitch," Camila snapped.
Jen looked up at her getting mad at the tone and being called a bitch. She opened her mouth, but Camila cut her off before she could say anything.
"Shut your fucking mouth. I know you have been fucking my son."
Camila watched as the blood drained from Jen's face.
"How could you? You are twice his age and were supposed to keep him safe, not satisfying your perverted needs. I thought I could trust you!" Camila added, twisting the words to have the maximum impact.
"It's not what you think, Camila, he forced me," Jen said before being cut off again.
"Not what I think? I watched the video, you fucking whore. You were smiling as you sucked and fucked my poor little boy."
You even had him fuck your ass as you squirted everywhere. You fucking slut, don't you dare tell me David made you."
"Not the last time. I just gave Donald what he wanted. I didn't want him to hurt me again." Jen stammered as she cried.
"If you saw the last time, you can look at the other times I sat for him. He raped me multiple times." She fell to her knees before Camila, sobbing as she begged Camila to believe her.
"Bitch, how dare you say my baby raped you! If he had done anything like that, you would have told me the first time and never returned."
"I didn't want to come back, but you needed help, and I thought he would just leave me alone," Jen sobbed.
"I think you either tricked him into fucking your whore pussy, or you seduced him, and like all whores you tried to make this his fault," Camila yelled at Jen.
"I looked for the other days you babysat for me, but the videos have already been erased," she lied.
Jen looked like she was trying to crawl back into herself.
Camila grabbed Jen's hair and slapped Jen. Not hard, just enough to get Jen's attention.
"Shut your blubbering, you fucking whore. I should send the video to your husband. Fucking my boy and then trying to say he forced you."
"No, please, you have to believe me! He did rape me. Please don't send that video to Stan. It would kill him."
Jen was on her knees, begging, tears running down her face.
Perfect
.
Now to claim my toy,
Camila thought.
"Why shouldn't I send the video? You may have scarred Donald for the rest of his life. Maybe your husband can get you to stop."
"Please don't. I will do anything," Jen was beyond caring what anyone thought of her. She didn't want Stan to see what she had done.
"Anything bitch?"
"Yes, please don't send it. I have money," Jen brightened, thinking she could buy her way out of this.
"I don't need any of your fucking money slut, but I have an idea or two about how you can make this all disappear."
"What can I do?"
Camila slid forward and parted her legs. Jen could see that she wasn't wearing panties and that her pussy was shaven.
"Let's talk about your future after you take care of a problem I have," Camila said as she pulled Jen into her pussy by her hair.
"Start licking slut."
Jen was in shock.
She thought Camila was her friend and would understand not to try to make her do more perverted things.
She pulled back against Camila's hands, feeling the pain as her hair was pulled. Camila was more substantial than she looked.
"Stop! You fucking bitch umph". Jen's rant was cut off by the pussy her face was shoved into.
She tried pulling back but wasn't strong enough, so she lay with her face pressed into a wet pussy, refusing to do anything.
Maybe she will let me go if I don't do what she wants,
Jen thought.
Camila realized that Jen wasn't licking her, so she used the slut's hair to drag her face around, smearing her pussy juice all over Jen's face.
The bitch is stubborn, go to give her that, but she will do what she is told,
Camila thought.
Pulling Jen's face from her pussy by her hair and leaning forward, she got in Jen's face and yelled at her.
"You stupid slut, you are going to do what you are told, or I will force you to and then send the video of you fucking my son to everyone you know."
Camila pulled Jen's face back into her pussy and waited for Jen to start licking, but the only thing she was doing was crying.
"Have it your way bitch" Camila said, throwing Jen to the floor and standing.
"You could have avoided all of this by just following directions."
Picking up the tablet, Camila turned and started to walk away from the sobbing woman on the floor.
"Wait, please don't do this," Jen sobbed.
"You know how to keep it from being sent out, don't you slut. I don't have all day wasting on your sorry ass. Make a decision!"