Author's Note: I intended to tell my story in two parts with the possibility of an epilogue. After reading comments on part one I think I should include the epilogue as a part three. So thank you (almost) everyone for the feedback.
(Part 2 of 3)
When I found that encrypted USB in my late parent's safe deposit box it was like finding a treasure. But treasures don't always work out so good for the lucky finder. In my case it led to an unhealthy obsession with the one person I should never have fallen for, my own mother. I had been on the verge of confronting that obsession when I found a second encrypted volume hidden inside the first.
The second volume was all video files. Since the first volume was filled with pornographic galleries I assumed this would be similar material. My poor prick was sore from the beating it endured over the past few months. Looked like it would have to endure a little more. AsI would soon learn, my days of jacking off to Mom's pictures were pretty much over.
The earliest videos were art films, the weird, pointless short films professors show you in college and act like they make sense. I know Mom studied film among other things in college so this must be her own work. The videos were sexy, or I should say sexual. True, they featured attractive actors in erotic situations. But the creep factor prevented me from finding any of it appealing.
There was one that would have been sexy if Mom wasn't in it. The video began with a title board that read "SUNSTROKE". The scene was sunny and sandy. Twangy surf music played in the background. Mom was wearing an old-style bikini, lying on a deck chair with her feet pointed toward the camera. She looked yummy and, as usual, I felt both aroused at the thought of her and disgusted with myself for being aroused. As usual, arousal won out and I prepared myself for what I thought would be a pleasant wank.
A man entered the scene, young and fit. Without a word he opened a bottle of tanning oil and squirted a great deal on her back. She had no reaction as he began rubbing it into her back and shoulders. I was a little uncomfortable because in the first volume it was only my father who appeared in scenes with her so who the fuck was this guy? Another man appeared on her other side and he also had a bottle of tanning oil. He squirted a great deal across the backs of her legs and started rubbing it in. The guys were laughing and enjoying themselves. What the fuck was this all about?
Then a girl appeared, young and fit, also armed with a bottle of oil. She gave my mother a squirt and the first guy gave her another. Then all three were rubbing her back and legs and arms. Then here comes a third guy and all four of them squirting and rubbing and laughing. My boner was nowhere to be found. I've seen a few pornos and figured a scene like this usually ended one way. I did not want to see that. But I couldn't look away.
Mom was dripping with oil by this time and suddenly they grabbed her and turned her over on her back. 'Here it goes,' I thought, and cringed. But I couldn't look away. Fortunately they just squirted her again and started rubbing her stomach and the fronts of her legs and shoulders. She had a pretty pleased look on her face, which somewhat relieved my fears. They kept squirting her and rubbing her and the oil was just pouring off of her. After several minutes she yelled "Hey!" and the music stopped while the four extras scattered. The camera irised in on her face and she gave a smirk just before the circle closed.
'Fuck,' I thought as I processed what I just saw. Obviously I had seen Helen do more than that, a lot more. But that was with my father, her husband, the one guy she loved and was married to. Not a bunch of... who were they to her? What if it had turned into a gangbang? Was I prepared to see that? What kind of fire was I playing with? I considered stopping but the curiosity ate me up.
There were lesbian videos mixed in with the art films. Someone was apparently into bondage of the girl-on-girl variety. It wasn't explicit but these girls made up for that with their brutality toward each other. I'm no expert on corporal punishment but I'm thinking some of it was going to leave marks. I did not enjoy any of it but I watched them carefully, terrified I might see my mother among the participants. Was she directing the action? Or just shooting the videos?
Art film met BDSM in a film titled "DUNGEON MISTRESS". This one was black and white and the lighting was murky. It appeared to take place in a dismal basement. A woman in uniform stood by a table and chair reading a clipboard. She called for a prisoner by number and my mother entered from the inky blackness of a doorway. She did not look good. Her hair was a tangled mess and she was wearing a shapeless bag of a dress. The fear on her face seemed genuine. If I wasn't sure this was her production I'd believe she really was a prisoner.
The woman put down the clipboard and pulled on rubber gloves with exaggerated gestures. I didn't like where this was going.
"Are you concealing any contraband?"
"No."
I winced as the woman slapped her. It was a stage slap, I knew. But it seemed real.
"No, ma'am."
"Open your mouth." The woman clicked on a little flashlight and examined the interior of Mom's open mouth. I was not enjoying this, not at all.
The woman had her sit down in a chair and to my disbelief she took out clippers and shaved my mother's head down to the scalp. What the fuck? Mom was sobbing when the woman ordered her to her feet but when she bent her over the table she began wailing.
The woman slapped her again. "Quiet! You'll probably enjoy this part, slut!"
Standing behind her she reached under my mother's shapeless dress and frisked her. Then she did something that made Mom's eyes widen in horror. I was glad they were both facing the camera because I did not want to see what was happening under that dress. I felt like I was going to be sick.
"Nothing there," the woman said, "how about... here!"
Helen nearly went cross-eyed and her mouth opened in a silent cry. I wanted to reach through the screen and shake that woman, that harpy who was torturing my mother. I knew it was just a fiction but it touched a raw nerve. My eyes went out of focus as the remaining footage played.
