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Finding Out About Mom
My name is Tony, not Anthony, Tony, I just turned 18 and graduated from high school. It was now time to get ready for college. I have the best parents in the world. Mom is very pretty, although dad always calls her beautiful. In my mind's eye, she is pretty. Very pretty. My cousin is beautiful. The only reason mom isn't is her age and she's my mom. My cousin is only six months older than I am and she's beautiful. If she weren't my first cousin, I would be hitting on her all the time. But my parents and hers would be very upset if I did, so I don't. My aunt is beautiful also. She's my mom's age, but isn't family... well she is but only by marriage. She isn't my blood relative. Taboos. Family, Church, and State. If it weren't for family, I would be chasing my relatives.
It was early summer. Late June. I was following my mom and dad down to the farm my parents owned in southern Illinois. It was only a five-hour drive. My cousin and her parents were coming down too. It was one week of exploring and swimming. There was a huge lake that bordered one side of the farm. Our land had a nice beach with a pier. My cousin loved to lie out in the sun in her tiny bikinis. I liked watching her as I just swam back and forth from the pier to the stationary raft about a hundred yards out. I had been on the swim team in high school. I liked to swim. It also kept me in shape. Very good shape so, I've been told by more than a few of the girls in school.
The place was nice and you could walk away from the house and be alone in minutes. One side of the farm was pastureland, the other was a dense forest that boarded the Shawnee National Forest. It was nice during the spring, summer, and fall. There were a lot of outbuildings on our land. Old barns and houses. Some are in pretty good shape, others not so good. A few were just plain falling down and could collapse at any moment. When I was younger, I used to explore those places I could get into. I have, over the years found some pretty interesting things.
One year I found some old guns. Really old guns. They were old colt dragoons. I showed them to dad and he got really excited. He took them to a collector and came back with ten grand. He peeled off ten one hundred dollar bills and handed them to me. Back then, I was only sixteen and thought I was rich. I put the thousand dollars in the bank, where it stayed for a long time. Since that find, dad and I have found other things of great interest and value in those old buildings. My bank account grew with each find of value until I had enough to purchase a car, which I was now driving down to the farm.
As I said, I'm 18 years old. I now own a 1970 Plymouth Road Runner thanks to all those finds I made. All my guy friends want to hang with me, now that I had a cool car. The horn even sounds like the roadrunner in the cartoons. I was alone in my car, following mom and dad. At that time in my life, I had no girlfriend. I had just broken up with my latest love when I found out she was cheating on me with some slob she worked with. It had just happened last week, so I was in no mood to find someone new just yet. Besides, I was starting college in September. Time enough when I got there to find someone to share my life with.
Anyway, we finally arrived at the farm. I helped open it and get things arranged and set up for our company. Not only were my cousin and her family coming, but my dad's half-sister and her girlfriend were also coming. Lucky there were six bedrooms in the main house. There were also four that could be set up in the house behind the main house. As I said, there were a lot of buildings on the land. Some of them were in very good shape, like the two houses. There were other houses on the land, all of which were in good shape too. It was those that I liked to explore. In some of them, there were places to hide things that kept them hidden from prying eyes.
Yes, I had a stash of porn in a cubby inside a closet on the top floor of one of them. I learned a lot from those magazines. I also hadn't found all the places where you could hide things. I knew just by looking at some places there was space between the walls that you could get into. I just hadn't found out how to get in yet. That was my mission this time. To find out what was in the farthest house back. It was old and had started to come apart in places. Dad wasn't interested in keeping it in shape as he had enough to do with the four close to the front of the property.
After moving my stuff into the room I was going to sleep in, it was the one farthest from all the others. I went out back and just looked around to see what might have changed. It all looked the same to me. Nodding, I headed for the last house in the clearing at the front of the property. It was time to find what someone had hidden behind that wall. I started crawling around and over walls and stairs. It could be a valuable treasure. Little did I know?
I was crawling over a wall between floors when the ceiling I was on gave way. I was surprised that I landed on a bed, in a very nice room. There were no windows, but my flashlight lit the room up pretty well. What I found surprised me. There was the bed, a TV, a nice chair, and a VHS player. Then I spotted them. A box, a 4 by 4-foot box full of tapes. I shook my head as I walked over to the door that was in the far wall. I knew that was the wall I found that I thought there was something behind.
There was a partition just before the other wall. Looking back there, I found all kinds of camera equipment. Lights, tripods, cameras, and reflectors, all of them looked very professional. Not only was I surprised but I was amazed that this was here, left in this room, in a house, that was almost ready to fall down. Yet, now that I looked around, it wasn't. It appeared someone had been maintaining the place, yet it didn't look like it had been.
Shaking my head, I went to the door. Grabbing the knob, I opened it. Yep, it was in the wall that I thought something was behind, yet I had no idea it was an entire bedroom of sorts. I looked at the other side of the door. Yep, there, high up on its surface, was a small knob well hidden by the wallpaper design. Stepping back into the room, I closed the door, felt along the wall to the right as you come in, and found the light switch. I flipped it up and the room was lit up by the lamps on the tables around the room.
Once again, shaking my head, I went to the box of video tapes. Looking at them, I saw they each had a label with just a date on them. The last one was about a month ago. I was surprised by that date. My mom and dad had gone out of town for a week to Florida. Or that's what they said. Wondering what was going on, I pulled the tape out and went to the player. The TV was old enough not to have a remote, or should I say back when it was new, I was the remote for my parents. I twisted the volume knob and it came to life. It took a while for the picture tube to light up to display snow.
Turning on the player, the TV now had a blue screen. Gulping I slipped the tape in, stood back, and waited. I was lucky that chair was behind me. I fell backwards into it as I saw my mother lying on the bed naked, smiling at the camera. I closed my eyes in distress, yet couldn't help myself, opening them to look at her beautiful body.
"Are you ready?" my dad's voice came from the speaker.
"Yes, dear. You know I'm always ready when we come down here. Now send them in."
"Altogether or one at a time?" asked Dad.
I now had an idea what was going to happen. My mom was going to be gangbanged right in front of my eyes.
"Just one, to begin with, that big black guy," said mom squeezing her pussy hard.
My dick was harder than I had ever felt it. So hard, it actually hurt. Then there was a big black man walking toward the bed. I gasped at the size of him and his cock.
"Jessica got him ready for you," my dad said.
Jessica? She was my aunt. What? She got him ready? Holy shit, she was the fluffer. As I watched, my mom took the big black cock in her mouth. The guy moaned throwing his head back.
"Oh god, that's so good. And it's so good to see you again, Carol," said the black guy.
It would appear this wasn't the first time he has been with my mom. Holy shit! My mom was a slut. Now, mom was moaning as she sucked the black guy's dick. She could only get about seven inches into her mouth, to begin with. While I watched, she kept taking more and more down her throat until his balls bounced on her chin.
"That's it, baby, you got it all again. Jessie can't do it, although she tries."
Then mom spits his cock out, layback, looking up at him as she spread her legs. I knew what was coming next.
"Fuck me, Luke, fuck me hard," mom said.
When I saw Luke's cock press against mom's pussy, I just couldn't take it anymore and came in my pants. Getting up I shut off the player and the TV. I stood there shaking as the sight, of my mom getting her pussy stretched by that monster cock, ran over and over in my mind. It took me a long time to calm down. I then looked up at the ceiling. I had a job to do. I sighed as I put the section back up where I had knocked it down. I cleaned up the mess I created on the bed and in my pants.
The last thing I did before I left was to rewind the tape and eject it and place it back in the box where I had taken it out. I then noticed a peephole in the wall to the left of the door. I looked through. You could see the entire room on the other side of the wall. Good to know. Taking one last look around the room, to make sure everything was in its proper place, I flicked the lights off and left. I took a long walk in the woods. I wound up at the beach. I plopped down on the sand and just gazed out at the boats on the lake. On the other side of the lake was a resort. They had boats people could use and a beach.
As I watched, boats started to come close to our dock. It had a sign on it telling them they were approaching private property and to leave. They would all turn and leave, especially after they noticed me sitting on the beach. I just sat there thinking about what I had found out about my mother, father, and probably my aunt and uncle. I dazed out for a long time. I was so involved in my thoughts I didn't know anyone was there until lips pressed against my cheek.
"Whacha doin'?" my cousin asked hugging me.
I sighed as she squeezed me tightly to her body. She was in her ever-present bikini and looked fantastically beautiful.
"Thinking," I replied.
"About what?" she asked still holding me.
"Things," I replied turning my head toward her.
