The next few days I was pretty busy. On top of a lot of schoolwork I'd been neglecting I also started doing research on how to hack CCTV cameras -- which honestly didn't sound all that hard, depending on the make and model involved. If Delight had spent money on a high-end or even middle-ground but modern system we were probably screwed. But this wasn't a jewellery or bank; it was a sleazy strip club with semi-legal back rooms. They probably just wanted the cameras in case there was a fight or to make sure drug dealing wasn't going behind closed doors, so it was a good bet they were on the cheaper side.
Of course, if they'd gone
way
cheap or hadn't changed cameras since the 90s we might be screwed, too. But it seemed like Delight had opened up ten years or so ago, so probably their cameras dated from around then, which should be fine.
There was only so much research I could do in general without knowing what to expect, but I could at least get a list of manufacturers that were easier or harder to break into. There were only one or two which seemed like they might be dead ends, the rest should be doable. Again, depending on the model. So I at least knew somewhat what to look for going in.
I also had to talk to Harriet.
She came by the house on Tuesday evening after class and mom and her sat down in the kitchen and talked in slightly stilted tones while I prepared a thumb drive. I came out in the kitchen and Harriet looked at me horribly embarrassed as I explained what she needed to.
"Shane has a laptop?"
"Yes."
"Good. Make sure it's on -- doesn't matter if he's logged in or not but it has to be on -- and plug this into it." I handed her the USB stick. "Leave it in for five minutes and then take it out."
"That's it?"
"That's it. You don't have to do anything else."
"Okay." Harriet turned to look at my mom. I'll do my best." As she did I noticed two things: One, my friend Lee was right -- Harriet did have a
killer
body. MILF category, for sure.
Except I had a
literal
MILF already.
She had an hourglass-figure with wide hips and an ass that screamed for a good fucking. Her breasts were smaller than mom's, for sure, though bigger than Ade's.
She wore her greying, blonde hair in a short cut, her hair only barely going past her ears and suddenly I realized that mom's plan appealed to me quite a lot. She looked like a hot, stuck-up bitch and even though I knew she was a huge slut deep down, the thought of fucking her hard and roughly was very, very appealing.
The second thing I noticed was that again, she was lying. I can't explain it, but I knew it. She wasn't going to go through with it.
That's alright.
I thought.
We're gonna make her.
By Thursday evening Harriet had already started making excuses. 'He's been so hard to reach', 'I've been too busy with work' and 'He's not responding to my messages'. That last one I
knew
to be a lie. In fact, after that little hiccup last week, Shane and Harriet had gotten on civil terms again. I wasn't 100% sure what their relationships prior to all this had been like but they had at least partially made nice. Going back through their historic text messages they had certainly been more... intense in the past, but they were back on civil terms again now. And Shane was responding to her just fine.
So, as I'd suspected Harriet was at best dragging her feet and at worst didn't have the guts or the desire to go through with her and mom's plan. Which meant our backup plan was the way to go.
"I booked a slot tomorrow night." Ade said as we finished dinner while mom and I cleared the table.
"Slot for what?" I asked, my mind on other things.
"At Delight."
"Oh. What for?"
"There are booths in the back with gloryholes, that's what I usually do." I processed this.
"Do you do that a lot?" Mom glanced at me with a sly grin.
"Wouldn't you like to know, perv?" Ade said, but then admitted that she did it every now and then; a few times a year when the mood struck her.
"What do you?" Mom asked, casually. Ade was quiet for a long time before answering.
"Just mouth stuff." My turn to look at mom and I caught her smiling a little. She caught me looking and shrugged her shoulders.
"I used to do more than just mouth stuff." she explained. Ade said nothing. Neither did I, though needless to say my imagination started running wild. I pictured mom with her ass pressed up against a wall, some stranger's dick buried inside her through a hole in the wall...
"ANYWAY!" Ade said, probably for the second or third time as I snapped out of my little fantasy. "I figure you pretend to be a loser going to try a gloryhole for the first time ever, I tell you which booth I'm in and once we've put on a bit of a show I invite you in."
"They do that at Delight?" Mom asked.
"Yeah. I've never done it, but yeah."
"Hmm."
"Okay." I said, thinking it over. "Once inside I guess it'll be easier to get a good look at the camera. Okay, sounds good."
"What a surprise, you like the plan that involves someone sucking your dick." Ade said and I blushed. I was about to say something back when mom put away the last plate.
"Good, it's agreed." she said, clapping her hands. She cast a look at Ade who disappeared back into her phone. "Want to come to my bedroom, honey?" she asked innocently. Ade's head jerked up.
"Hey no fair- you guys did it last night!"
"You get to play with him tomorrow, don't you?" Mom said with a challenge in her voice and Ade backed down with a sideways look at me. "Settled. Honey?" I nodded quickly and mom took my hand and lead me to the bedroom.
With the door closed, mom pulled me in for a deep, lustful kiss. My head still buzzed every time she did that, the idea of kissing my own mother, of our tongues playing against each other filled me with deep, saturated emotions and made me want to fuck her even more. Soon our hands wandered and I felt mom grab my ass and holding onto it firmly. My own hands moved over chest and I squeezed her breasts, feeling the fabric of her bra for a moment before I slipped a hand under her top and slipped one of her breasts out from its cup and touched her nipple.
Mom made a soft gasp as I gently squeezed her nipple and then my other hand travelled down towards the edge of her jeans. I undid her fly and slipped my hand down over her mound and felt her panties; already wet. I ran my fingers over her, mom's gasp growing and I could feel her body growing eager; impatient.
"Lie down, mom." I said and she obeyed, throwing her top off and undoing her bra first. She squirmed out of her jeans and I did the same before she lay down on the bed, spread her legs and presented her crotch to me wearing nothing but panties. I climbed onto the bed and kissed her before moving my hand up her thighs and then slipped a finger inside her. Mom moaned and spread her legs wider; I moved her panties to one side and as I moved another finger into her I leaned forwards and kisser her deeply -- her moans muffled as our tongues entwined again.
"I can't believe I have such a hot mom." I whispered as we finally broke the kiss and mom, breathlessly answered back:
"I can't believe I have such a hot son." I grinned and slowly moved my fingers out of her. I played with her clit instead, and watched as her face contorted into one of pleasure. Her eyes were closed, her hands now grasped her own breasts and played with them as I played with her pussy.
After maybe a minute I moved my hand back down and inserted a finger again, but soon pulled it out -- my head suddenly filled with something I'd been unable to stop thinking about for days. My hand moved past her pussy and stopped over her ass. I rested a finger against her tight, closed butthole and mom opened her eyes.
"Dan?" she asked. I hesitated. I pulled away. Mom smiled. "You've been very interested about that." she said.
"Sorry mom. I ju- It's okay, I understand if you don't... you know." Mom pulled a face as if suppressing a smile.
