My mother reached for the power off button on the security system. I grabbed her wrist tightly, stopping her.
"That's a good idea MOM! You tell dad EXACTLY what you caught me doing and I'll SHOW dad what I was doing it too!"
"Billy you're hurting me." My mom sobbed as I tightened my grip around her wrist. Her knees buckled.
I stood up, may pants still around my ankles. My grip on her wrist secure. I noticed my mom's hair was still damp and stringy from the shower. No make-up, which showed her age. She had on a sleeveless summer cotton dress. I imagined that all she had underneath was a bra and panties. She was barefoot. As she slumped if over as I tightened my grip, I felt like I was towering over her. I WAS THE ONE IN CONTROL!
"Please Billy, DON'T. I won't say a thing to your father. Just delete it. OH BILLY PLEASE! He'll kill me and Jenny will know what...!"
Her own voice interrupted her from the monitor speaker; "OH GOD YES! FUCK ME HARD YOU BASTARD! MAKE ME CUM AGAIN! PLEASE DADDY, MAKE ME YOUR LITTLE GIRL YOUR BITCH!"
Tom grunted back as he slammed his iron hard cock into her again; "GOD I LOVE WHEN YOU CALL ME DADDY, YOU KINKY LITTLE SLUT!"
Tears welled up in my mother's eyes as we both listen to her begging for the grey haired guys cock to FUCK HER. I let go of her wrist and she started to sob into her hands.
"Please honey, turn it off, delete it. I'll do anything you want. PLEASE!"
"Mom you make me sick. Go into the living room and stand there until I figure out what I'm going to do. Just go."
Still sobbing, she turned and walked out of the den. I watched her dress sway with the motion of her hips.
She was right about one thing, dad would kill her if he ever saw this. I had to delete it. Then I had a quick thought, opened the desk drawer and pulled out a couple of scan disks. I plugged one in and set the timer back three hours. I pushed start and DAMN, mom and the old dude were sitting on the couch laughing and having a drink. I set the time back another half hour and the living room was empty. I then downloaded the video from then to now. I repeated the process with the other scan disk. Like my dad always says, when you've got something important, make sure you back it up!
( PAUSE: Let me tell about my experience with girls, which isn't much. I'm "technically" still a virgin. I've had three casual girlfriends, meaning, I've gone on a few dates with them. Nothing serious. One reason, if I had a serious girl friend mom would DEMAND to meet her and there was no way I was going to put myself or any girl in my high school through that. Life is rough enough. I've gotten to third base a few of times, had a couple of hand jobs and dry humped once. Everything else I know about sex is from porno on the internet. So that's about it. )
I looked at the monitor. My mom was standing in the living room, her hands folded in front of her. She looked helpless, frail, and small. She looked around the room sheepishly, like she was trying to find a way out of this mess she'd made. I took a deep breath and then another thought hit me. I grabbed another disk and pushed into the security system and clicked RECORD. I will probably want to watch what was about to happen later.
I walked into the living room. My mom's eyes met mine and then she looked down at the floor. I walked past her and sat on the couch, with my arms on either side resting on the back cushions.
"Turn and face me." I paused and added, "Mother."
She slowly turned with her head looking down.
"STRIP!"
"WHAT?"
"You heard me, STRIP! You will do what I tell you to do. You will NOT talk back, you will NOT question me, if you take longer than I think you should to obey, I can always call dad NOW and let him listen to you plead for another guys cock, "OH GOD YES! FUCK ME HARD YOU BASTARD! MAKE ME CUM AGAIN! PLEASE DADDY."
"Strip."
Tears welled up in her eyes and a tear ran down over her cheek as she reached behind her and unzipped the summer dress, letting the shoulder straps slide off and over her shoulders, she held it up for an instant and then let the dress fall to the floor and around her ankles. She put one arm over her bra covered chest and the other in front of her panties. I looked at her smooth lightly tanned skin. I'd seen her in a bathing suit before, but this was different.
"Move your arms mother and take of your bra and panties."
She moved her arms away. She had on a unflattering tan support bra that covered her tits completely and a pair of off-white 'granny' type panties.
She unhooked the support bra's front clasp and pulled the straps off her shoulders. She put her hands over each cup for an instant and then let the bra fall to the floor. She covered her tits with your hands.
"Please mother, modesty? REALLY? After what you know I saw what you did with that old fart?"
She moved her hands exposing her 'handful' tits to me. Then without instruction, moved them down to her panties. Put her thumbs inside the waste banned, moved her hips and tugged her 'granny-panties' off her, letting them fall to the floor.
