8:45pm and just putting the finishing touches on a quote for a retaining wall for a prospective client, I was surprised when an email appeared from my mother. The subject simply titled, "Just for you", I found myself frowning as to why she'd chosen this, namely my business, and not my personal email address. Assuming it important, a potential job perhaps, I clicked on the message to find an MP4 file attached, immediately opening the video.
Every assumption I could've harbored was instantly proven incorrect. The camera set in portrait showed my mother in the familiar space of her bathroom. A glass of white wine was before her on the vanity and she was in the process of moving back from the screen as she smiled. I was about to speak aloud my confusion when she broke the silence.
"So, here it is," she giggled, lifting the glass and taking a sip before resetting it to its position. "What you asked for. Naughty boy!" She didn't sound drunk, but I sensed the glass in frame wasn't the first. "But you have to do something for me first," her hands slid up the front of the white bathrobe she wore and as they passed over her breasts, clearly caressing, I realized I wasn't watching anything related to a job opportunity. In fact, I didn't know what the hell I was witness to! I began to mouth the words, "what the fuck" when she continued. "I want you to take out your cock and jerk it for me!" I actually heard come from my mother's lips as I watched her spread the front of her robe and reveal her tits.
It was then my phone began ringing and I managed to tear my eyes from the laptop screen to see the woman herself calling me. With my mouth dry and a shaking hand, I paused the video upon her topless state and answered the incoming call.
'Where are you?' Mom instantly questioned as I answered, foregoing pleasantries.
'Hey, what?' I stumbled over my reply, my eyes creeping back to look at my mom's boobs as we spoke. 'Um, at home,' I informed her.
'I'm sorry Honey,' her voice clearly conveyed anxiety. 'I've just accidentally sent an email to you. Mistakenly to you, I mean. You can just delete it. There's no need to open it. Just delete it,' she couldn't hide her nervousness and admittedly her confession went some way to relieving my own tension. Whatever the video was about, it wasn't meant for me. Which at that moment was, I guess, comforting.
'Oh?' I didn't want her to think I'd already seen it. 'I haven't seen anything!' I winced as I said it, thinking she could have read between the lines at my deception.
'It was to your work email,' she explained. 'Just delete it,' she once more pleaded, the third time in fact and I felt for her in her worrying. But who was it actually for, I wondered.
'Ok, I will,' I assured her and with the vision of her half-naked before me, I couldn't think of anything else to say. 'So... was that all?' I questioned. 'You called just for that?'
'Oh, um...' she seemed understandably preoccupied and I laughed to break the awkwardness. 'How's work?' She managed to muster and not wanting to drag out her discomfort any longer than needed, also curious to get back to the video, I gave her an out.
'Flat out. I was actually just working on a quote when you called,' I admitted and again winced, in effect revealing to her I was at the computer and may have seen her email.
'Oh, ok,' she seemed not to put two and two together. 'I'll let you get back to it,' she offered and we made our goodbyes.
So, it's not for me! I sighed as I focused my attention back on the video. Yes, I said I'd delete it, but this is where I admit I'm not a saint. Don't judge me. Honestly, what would you do!?
The shock of seeing my mother's breasts for the first time in my adult life passing, I resumed the video, my eyes laser-focused on her chest, her own dropping to admire them as well. "Do you like them?" She looked at the camera, her hands moving to hold her boobs, lifting them and squeezing. "Are you jerking off? Would you like to suck on my tits? Huh? Suck on my tits while you jerk off that fat cock?" She once more giggled, clearly surprised at her own words.
Now this is where I admit I began to have that moral dilemma. Understanding that what I was watching wasn't intended for me and having lied about it in the first place, I battled with the shame of my actions, the devil on my shoulder ultimately winning the admittedly short conflict. It's a victimless crime, he whispered and didn't fight it when I began to swell inside my track pants.
"I have a secret," Mom continued, taking a small step backward to allow the camera to capture her hips. "I did what you asked," she intriguingly admitted and I watched as she undid the tie at her waist, allowing the robe to fall away and off her body entirely.
'Jesus!' I exclaimed as I looked at my mom's naked body.
"Yep!" she giggled. "I shaved it for you!" she proudly revealed, her hands sliding down onto her pelvis, massaging the flesh around her pronounced pubic mound. "Are you beating that cock?" She asked and I allowed my hand to press the front of my pants, the taboo nature of the act heightening the pleasure, subconsciously nodding my head in assurance. "I bet you'd love to lick my pussy," she breathed. "Get on your knees and stick your face between my legs. Stick that tongue right up my pussy!" she suggested. "And I know what you want to do to my ass!" She grinned, turning her back on the camera.
With my hand squeezing my engorged length, Mom grabbed her buttocks with both hands and spread, revealing her asshole to me under the bright LED lights of her bathroom. "I want you to eat my ass," she demanded. "Stick your tongue up my ass while you jerk off. Are you jerking off? Jerking off that big hard cock?" She ran a finger over her anus, pressing against herself before turning back to face me. "Are you going to cum? Jerk on that cock. Pull that hard dick for me. Cum on my tits," she ran her hands back up to her breasts, pinching her nipples, manipulating her impressive tits. "Titty fuck me, Larry," she revealed "his" name. "Cum on my face. Cum in my mouth while you titty fuck me!" She declared as she moved into the camera, her face filling the frame as she poked her tongue out suggestively. "Cum for me," she almost begged as I stroked myself through my pants. "Cum in my mouth," she again stuck her tongue out as I began to ejaculate. "Mmm... Mmm," she sighed as I moaned. "I love your cum. I love your cum all over my face," she slowly flicked her tongue at me as if licking up my orgasm and I finally was able to breathe, gasping as I milked myself, creating a terrible spreading mess inside my clothing.
On-screen, Mom was smiling, taking another sip of her wine before she blew a kiss toward the camera. "And you said I wouldn't do it!" she laughed and the video ended as her hand made contact with the screen.
'Jesus Christ!' I exhaled, looking down at the dark stain showing through my grey track pants. 'Mom!' I sighed shaking my head in disbelief at what had just occurred, so many thoughts running through my mind. Not least of all, who the fuck was Larry?
*
Showered, and my pants and shorts in the wash, I took my phone into the living room and sat down on the couch, opening up my work email account. In line with my assurance to my mother, I deleted the email she'd sent me, after, I hasten to admit, I'd saved the video directly to my phone. With a sober mind, I watched it again. No more than four minutes long (Larry obviously a premature ejaculator, I mused before realizing the hypocrisy of my thought) I paused multiple times amid its duration to take screen grabs of pivotal moments as my heart raced and my cock throbbed. I was well aware of how incestuous the whole thing was, and apart from some experimentation with her underwear as a teen, I hadn't thought I was that way inclined. How wrong I was as I found myself jerking off once again, this time prepared as I released into a strategically placed paper towel, the one thought again entering my mind. Who was Larry?
Mom hadn't dated once in the years since Dad had passed. And the thought of her with anyone but him had never crossed my mind. Obviously, it had hers! I wracked my brain for anyone named Larry in our orbit and came up dry and it was as with dick still hard and beginning to watch the video once more that Mom called me for the second time that night.
'Hey,' I nonchalantly responded to the call and she was silent for a moment before I heard her breathe.
'Honey,' she sighed. 'I think I've made a big mistake,' she confided and I again thought about lying, saying I hadn't seen the email before she went on.
'In what way?' I replied. 'What's wrong Mom,' I asked, tucking my dick back into my pants, sensing it wasn't a conversation to be masturbating to!
'I think I've been a fool,' she whispered and her tone had me worried for her.
'Mom... what is it? You know you can tell me anything,' I hinted at the video without bringing it to light.
'I know,' I could hear her on the verge of tears. 'I'm probably just being silly. I mean I have been silly!' she managed to chuckle. 'Oh, I don't know.'
'Mom. Tell me,' I said, hoping she'd come out and admit the recording, a large part of me hoping we could watch it together, laugh perhaps. Perhaps more, my cock speculated.
