Now where to hide the scandisk?
I walked into my bedroom cradling the box of disk under my arm. If I know mom, she'll tear my room apart as soon as she realizes I have them.
Then it struck me. Don't put them in my room! I walked across the hall into my brother's room, emptied the box of disks onto his bed, scooped them up and put them in a inner pocket of one of his suit jackets he'd left behind. I kept a few, thinking they'd be fun to watch later to see just how perverse my mother was and, also, to make copies. Best to have backups hidden just in case she stumbles on the original stash.
I then went back to the den and put the empty box back in the drawer and locked it. I smiled as I inserted the original scandisk I had found back into the slot. I could just see the expression on mom's face when she saw the disk still in the computer and went to put it in its proper place only to find an empty case. The sudden gripping fear of anxiety, disbelief, of frantic awareness that they were gone! That someone knows!
But who?
Did someone break into the house and discover them. Was it one of her, "victims", her charges that somehow took them? Was it, John? Could it be her son?
I wondered what would be racing through her mind. The fear that would overtake her. The not knowing. The thought of her in terror, her perversion discovered, made me smile.
I went into the kitchen, grabbed a beer, then back to the living room, plopped myself on the couch, turned on the TV, baseball and waited.
About a half hour later mom came strolling through the door, saw me lounging on the couch and started right in, "I see you're having another productive day. Is this what you've been doing? Jerry really, what have you accomplished today? Oh, I give up and it looks like you have too."
I just took a sip of beer and continued to watch the game. She gave one last, loud, "HUFF", and walked to her bedroom. I turned and watched her. Her round
ass swaying. She just got back from the gym. Her yoga pants revealing her mature, but firm shape. She can turn heads for sure.
In a few minutes, I knew she was in the shower. I imagined hot, steamy water sweeping over her, washing the soap suds off amble bosom. Her hands reaching between her thighs, cleaning her pussy. Gee, I wonder if she's shaved or trimmed. Then her hands, between her ass cheeks, soaping up, rinsing off. Wow, I've never really pictured or thought of my mom that way. But the image of her on her knees, sucking on our young neighbor's cock and swallowing his cum, I'd never imagined that either, but I didn't imagine it, I saw it.
My thoughts were flying all over, my mom's body, the game on TV, the scan disks and what was on them, my mom on her knees....
"You're on your own tonight for dinner, your father and I are going to his office formal dinner".
Her voice jolted me back into consciousness. She was standing next to the couch in a long, white terry bath robe, her arms folded below her breast, a white towel wrapped high on her head. I eyed her up and down, then looked at her face. No makeup, but she still seemed younger than she was. She wasn't looking at me, but at the TV.
"I'll just order pizza".
"Of course, you will, and you'll probably waist the evening on one if your mindless video games".
She then turned and grumbled something about dad better get home early enough so he can be ready. I thought, no matter what time dad gets home she's going to bitch at him.
I turned and again watched her rounded ass sway out of the room. I let my thoughts rove over what I was going to do this evening. I sure wasn't going to be playing any video games. I was going to be watching my mother and her scan disk of greatest hits.
This was going to be a very educational evening.
Dad came home in his usual good mood. Smiling, saying, "Hey kiddo. Anything exciting happen today?"
I grinned back, "You would not believe."
He stopped and looked at me. His briefcase still in his hand, his suit jacket unbuttoned, his tie already loosened. "Huh?"
I shrugged the reply away. "Mom's, um, you know."
He rolled his eyes. "I can imagine. She'll be all attitude till we get to the party, then she'll turn on that magic. They'd never think she could be such a..."
Moms echoed in from upstairs, "John, get your ass up here, shower, shave and get ready. I swear if we're late."
Dad just smiled, "Yes dear.". He quickly walked into the den, putting his briefcase down. Then, took off up the stairs.
I couldn't her what mom was saying to him, but I could hear dads replies trying to assure her he'd be ready.
Things got quiet and I settled into watching some sports commentors argue about which player was better than that. Not really paying attention. My thoughts kept picturing my mother on her knees with that skinny kid across the street with his dick in her mouth.
My daydreaming was interrupted when I heard her heels snapping on the hardwood stairs floor. I turned. Jesus, she is really stunning. I've noticed it before, but now with my new discovery of her perverse sexuality, she seemed even more so.
She was dressed to the nines. She now had her brunette hair pulled back from her face, exposing her slender tapered neck. A pearl necklace hung loosely around it, matching studded pearl earrings. Her makeup highlighted her already high cheek bones. Her lips were painted in a soft glossy red. The massacre made her hazel eyes look a menacing but inviting.
The black dress, short sleeved dress exposed most of her shoulders, and the V-neckline plunged just enough to show off her still firm breast cleavage. The dress covered the top of her knees. The black shear silk stockings gave her legs a shimmering, mild glow.
She turned and looked into the mirror at the bottom of the stairs, eyeing herself to make sure there were no imperfections. I certainly could see none, but she ran a finger along the corner of her lip as if she was scraping away some excess lipstick.
I let my eyes rove down her hourglass frame. The deep V of the back of the dress highlighted the softness of her flawless toned skin. Her butt looked tight, not round. The back of her calves showed the straight, black seam of her stockings. I imagined them held up by a lacey, black garter, with matching panties. Or maybe no panties at all.
"John, bring down my jacket and let's go. This thing starts at eight and I want to be there no later than 8:45."
I smiled to myself, "Most likely she wants to make an entrance and God, the entrance she'll make will surely get the attention of all present."
"John"! Her voice showing irritation.
Dad moved quickly down the stairs. In a dark brown suit. I thought, here it comes and right on cue mom sounded off.
"When are you going to get a new suit? It makes you look frumpier than you really are."
Dad shied around the remark. "No one will be looking at me."
Mom looked back into the mirror, as dad slipped her short black jacket over her shoulders and handed her small purse.
