I sat there stunned. Starring at the frozen screen. My niece, cradled in my mom's arms.
I looked down at the mess my orgasm had caused.
"FUCK"! This time it was an expression of irritation, not shock.
I stood up, still holding my deflating dick in my hand. I reached down pulling my jeans and underwear just above my knees and waddled to the and up into my bathroom. I started to laugh at myself thinking how funny I must look.
I washed gunk from my hands and used a wash cloth to clean my now limp cock, balls and upper thighs. I pealed off my jeans and underwear, threw them in the hamper and went to my room to get fresh ones. I quickly dressed and headed back downstairs. I flopped down on the couch.
Mumbling to myself, "Scene two."
I hit the play button on the remote and sat back with my cock already resting in my hand.
There was Mary snuggling against my mom's amble busom. My mom stroking the little girl's hair. Mary looked so small next to mom.
"Get up!" My mom abruptly announced.
Mary didn't hesitate. She moved away from my mom and off the bed. Standing next to it, hands folded in front of her. This wasn't the first time. Mom had the little bitch trained!
I watched as mom had the girl crawl between her spread thighs. That's when I got the forst glimps of my mom's pussy. It was the classic perfect "V" shape. Neatly trimmed, cut short as to reveal the slit of her pussy lips. Mary's face quickly blocked my view as the young vixen went to work lapping and sucking on my mother's cunt. My mom's hamds on the bitches head, watching the girl's performance.
After my mom came the two played with each other taking turns or in harmony stroking, licking, kissing each other's bodies, seemingly cover every inch of each other.
Suddenly mom bolted up and looking around the bedroom let out an angry, "SHIT!" Pushing Mary away from her she bellowed, "Get up, get dressed and get out. Jason will be home any minute."
Mary got up and scurried around the room pocking up her clothes and dressing.
Mom stood up, went into the bathroom, I heard the shower turn on. She poked her head out the door and angrily retorted, "Hurry, leave!" Mary looked at her and as she pulled her T-shirt over her head, left the room.
My mother showed no tenderness, no feelings towards my young cousin she had just used for pleasure.
I pulled the scan disk out of the TV and plugged another one in, this time my mother was with some young man I didn't know. She berated the boy as she instructed him what he wanted him to do to her. My mother with her ass leaning back against the desk, her skirt pulled up to her waist, her thighs spread wide showing her thigh high black stockings. Her panties discarded. The youngest was his knees munching on her cunt as she jeld his head forcefully against it with her hands. I almost came again during this escapade but held off. I sat back on the couch, the young boy was still eating my mother. I switched the TV over to ESPN to catch up on sports and wait form my parents to return home. A contented smile on my face, thinking, "Vengence is mine."
I drifted from sports to images of my mother on her knees sucking cock or having her pussy eaten by various barely legal teens. My cock remaining in a near rock hard state. At one point I realized I hadn't seen mom fucking any of the young men. I thought about searching some disk to see my precious mother spreading her thighs to accept a boy's cock, but looked at the time and realized it was to late for that.
Sure enough, about a half hour later, mom and dad can tumbling through the door. Well dad was doing the tumbling and mom was holding him up. I could see she was pissed, but as she helped him across the room she tersely asked me to give her a hand and get the "old man" to the bedroom. I got up and she handed him off to me. As an after thought, maybe even as a reason she tolerated his inebriated state, she chided, "the bastard got promoted to V.P., how, have no idea."
I helped her get dad up the steps. He was mumbling incoherently. We plopped him down on the bed. I pulled off his shoes as mom pulled him out of his suit jacket.
"I'll get him undressed, you just do what you were doing."
"Okay" and I turned to leave the room.
I put my hand in my pocket and felt the scan disks. I looked back. Mom tugging at dad's tie and dress shirt. I pulled a scan disk out of my pocket. Read the label, "Alan", who ever he is and put it on my mom's vanity on top of her jewelry box. Again, I turned, mom now unbuckling dad's. 'Good, she didn't see.
I headed back down stairs. I smiled, wondering how long it would take before she noticed the disk.
It didn't take more than five minutes when she came hurrying down the stairs. Her high heels clanging on there hard wood flooring. I guessed, as soon as she had finishing getting dad out of his suit, she went over to the vanity to take off her jewelry and noticed the disk. Her first thought, 'How did this get here?'
Her mind must have been racing, "Did dad find it? Did she, somehow forget she had it?"
I saw her glance at me quickly as she walked into the den. I just acted like I didn't notice and kept my face turned towards the television.
I could hear mom opening and closing the desk drawers in the den and mumbling to herself.
I sat comfortably on the couch. My arms stretched out on the back. One hand holding the remote. I had on a t-shirt and jeans and white athletic socks. I turned the sound low on the sports channel and fixed my eyes on the den's entrance, waiting for mother.
She then appeared. She looked pale, confused, wary. For the first time in my life my mom looked vulnerable. She glanced at the TV, then me.
I smiled broadly, "You okay mom? Anything wrong? Missing something?"
Her eyes widened, a brief shot of anger in her eyes shot at me, then as if the realization came over her, that I knew, that I had the disks, that I...
I clicked a few buttons on the remote and on the screen, their was my darling, controlling mother. On the screen she had now changed position with the boy. She was the one kneeling upright now. Her hands holding firmly on a langy tall young man's ass. Her cheeks indented as she sucked on his rigid cock imbedded in her mouth between those luscious ruby red painted lips.
As she looked at the TV, her entire being instantly transformed from confident, controlling woman, who could pass as a youthful looking thirties young lady, to a woman of her true mid-forties age. Her usual straight up posture, slumped, under the wait of her secret stash being discovered.
"Looking for these?" I tossed a handful of the scan disk on the coffee table in front of me.
As the clanked and scattered, she stood there frozen. I could only imagine what was circling in her mind. She was helpless. I had her. I thought to myself, 'Now I own her. I own my mother. She has to obey me. Do what ever I say, want."
