Josh knew he was some kind of pervert, but he was eighteen and he figured that everyone was a pervert at eighteen. Besides, he hadn't gone looking for this shit. Just sort of stumbled across it at a friend's house when they were sitting around jerking off.
They'd been doing it for years: stealing magazines, borrowing their dad's or older brother's collections, downloading what they could without being caught. Mostly they just talked about what they'd seen, but sometimes they jacked off together too – hands on each other's dicks while some chick got fucked out of her mind on screen.
His mom had always been pretty cool about it – never once commenting on the magazines that he sometimes got careless with, or tried to sneak onto his computer – and maybe that should've been a clue, but it still wouldn't have prepared him to be in his friend's basement, his dick hard and twitching in his hand, when he realized that the chick getting banged on screen was his mom.
He creamed all over himself right there, biting his lip so he wouldn't blurt it out, and then dealt with the razzing by his friend's for coming so fast while he zipped up and got the hell out of there. He ran all the way home and called himself a jackass because it couldn't possible be true. Sure his mom was hot, but no way would she ever be in a porno.
Except that when he got past the different hair color and the fact that his mom was maybe fifteen years older now, it had really fucking looked like her. And yeah, he was a pervert, because he was already getting hard again at the thought that he could go home and watch his mom get her pussy pounded again and again and again.
***
The house was dark when he walked in; mom's night out with the girls, he remembered. Probably a good thing since he was pretty much a walking boner at this point, bounding up the stairs with an urgency he wouldn't have been able to explain.
His computer system was pretty sweet and almost always on, and he didn't waste any time googling the movie he'd just watched. There were pictures and lame ass descriptions that all said the same thing, and a whole shitload of movies with the same girl he'd seen.
Different name, and twenty years younger, but fuck him sideways, that was totally his mom. It was clearer than ever, now that the camera was focused on her face instead of her rack or ass or cunt, and all Josh could do was stare and stare wondering what the fuck he was supposed to do with this information.
Was he supposed to confront his mom?
'Yeah, me and the guys jacked off to this hot chick last night who, as it turns out, was you.'
Somehow he just didn't see that as ending well.
And he sure as hell couldn't tell his friends, because they already gave him shit for having a hot mom: asking him if he ever saw her in the shower, or if he ever searched her room for toys.
Of course knowing the kind of assholes that they were, it was likely that they knew already and were just fucking with him, and Josh figured if that was the case, then he should have as much information as possible.
And hell, that didn't sound half bad as a justification, even if his hand was shaking when he started downloading movie after movie.
After movie.
And Christ, over a hundred movies later, Josh thought he was going to lose his mind. Especially since she'd mostly done them all when she was eighteen and nineteen, which meant that she'd basically done a movie a week. Which meant that if Josh only watched one movie a day, he'd be watching his mom fuck for almost four months.
If he could limit himself to one a day, that was. And based on his recent actions, Josh didn't think he had that kind of willpower.
Which was probably why, while all those movies were downloading, he was scouring the rest of the internet for anything else he could find.
