"I'm sorry. We can't take these." The woman said, sliding the boxes of VCR tapes aside while her assistants sorted through the rest of the items.
"Why not?" I replied, looking into the boxes.
The tapes were all unlabeled, obviously home recorded. I had no idea what they were, and really didn't care. Monica had asked me to get rid of everything in the garage, and that was what I was doing.
"They are home recordings, either home movies, or recordings of movies. Either way, they aren't something we take." The woman said, as she one of her helpers handed her a list of the items she had sorted.
"You can either take them with you, or toss them in the dumpster out back." She said, as she scribbled some numbers on a note pad.
"As for the rest, I can give you a donation slip if you would like."
"That's alright." I replied, stacking the boxes and picking them up. "Where did you say the dumpster was?"
"Around the east side of the building." She replied, before turning and calling for more help.
I thanked her, and walked out to my truck, glad to at least be rid of the stuff. Dropping the boxes into the back, I climbed in and made my way around the building. I saw the dumpster immediately, as well as the huge truck parked in front of it, unloading stuff. It was obvious he would be a while and I had no desire to wait. Shrugging, I turned the truck around and headed out, figuring I could toss them in my own garbage. Jessica and I rarely filled our trash can, and with her gone for the week, I was generating even less trash.
Driving home, I found myself wondering if perhaps there were some old home movies from when Jessica was young. I decided to at least check them out before tossing them.
I was sitting in the living room, a beer in one hand, and my cock in the other. The television displayed a grainy movie of a middle aged woman on her hands and knees, eagerly sucking one guy's cock while another guy knelt behind her, slowly easing his own cock into her dripping cunt.
At least I assumed her cunt was dripping. The image was not very clear, and the camera appeared to have been set on something and allowed to record on its own while the participants seemed more intent on the sex than the quality of the show. All three of them wore masks, those ridiculous half masks you see in cheesy porn movies that really don't hide much. In fact, if it wasn't for the cast members, I wouldn't have even bothered watching the thing. But the fact that the woman was without a doubt, my wife's mother, well that put a whole new twist on things.
The guy kneeling behind the woman grabbed her by the hips as he began pounding into her with total abandon, the sound of his body slamming into hers audible on the tape. Every time he slammed into her he jarred her forward, forcing her to take more of the other guy's cock into her mouth. He didn't last long, and after a half dozen strokes, he pulled out, letting his cock erupt across her back.
By then my cock was pulsing eagerly, as my hand began stroking, long swift strokes. The one guy, having emptied his load, climbed off the bed and out of view. The woman, apparently eager for more, released the other guy's cock and fell backwards, dragging him with her. In moments he was buried in her pussy, her legs hooked on his arms as he drilled into her. The camera jiggled and I realized the other guy must have picked it up as it moved in, giving a close up, if blurry image of the woman's pussy, as the guy slammed into her.
I was actually getting into it, as the second guy seemed to have a bit more stamina, and drove into her mercilessly. I could feel my own orgasm rising as the woman cried out, her words unintelligible, but her voice, there was no denying who she was. It was that simple fact that was enough to send me over the edge, my cock erupting in spray after spray of hot jizz just as the guy slammed hard into her, his ass clenching as he erupted, his cock filling her with his seed.
I nearly jumped out of the chair as the phone rang. Grabbing the towel, I quickly wiped the cum off my stomach before reaching over and grabbing the phone. At the last second I pressed the pause button on the VCR before answering.
"Nick, this is Monica." The voice on the phone said; the same voice that had just cried out in pleasure on the tape.
"Oh, Hi Monica. What's up?" I replied, sitting up and taking a swig of my beer.
"I just wanted to thank you for cleaning out the shed for me." She said, her voice sounding nervous. "I was wondering, did you happen to find some VCR tapes out there?"
"Uhm, yeah. There were a couple of boxes of them. They were home recorded stuff and the place wouldn't take them. I left them in the truck." I said, glancing over at the half empty box.
"Thank God!" she said, the relief evident in her voice. "It's just; well there are tapes in there from when Jessica was a baby." She continued, her nervousness returning almost immediately.
"Oh. I bet she would want those." I said, smiling to myself. "I'll go get them out of the truck so she can watch them when she gets back."
Her gasp was audible, followed by a long pause.
"I, uhm, I really wanted to sort of put them together as a surprise for her. Turn them into a DVD or something." Monica said.
"Oh, she would be surprised!" I thought, imagining Jessica's reaction to seeing her mom in a porn movie with two guys, neither of which was her dad.
"I understand. I'll just set them aside and bring them by tomorrow." I said, glancing back at the TV as the image of Monica, licking her own juices off the guy's cock, filled the screen.
"Actually, uhm." Monica began, a nervous tremble in her voice. "I have to run out and get a few things. I could stop by tonight, if you don't mind."
"Damn." I thought, looking longingly at the pile of tapes.
"Well, if you want to." I replied, wondering if she would notice if I kept a couple.
"Great! I'll be there in a little bit." She said, "See you then."
A little bit could mean anything from a half hour to she was right around the corner, which gave me no time to sort through the tapes and maybe keep a couple. I quickly ejected the one I had been watching and shoved it back in the box. Remembering I had told her I had left them in the truck, I rushed out to the garage and shoved the box into the back, pausing to look at them wishfully. A sudden inspiration had me grab one of the videos before heading back into the house. It was a crazy thought, but right then I wasn't thinking too clearly.
I had just shoved the tape into the VCR and sat down with a fresh beer when the doorbell rang. I jumped up, and rushed over as Monica opened the door and announced herself.
"Hi, Mom." I said, as she walked in. I couldn't help but eye her up and down wondering how she compared to the way she looked in the video. She didn't look much different, but with clothes on, well... She was wearing a white blouse that was just sheer enough for me to be able to tell she had a bra on, and a dark blue skirt that left enough of her legs visible to catch my attention. I found myself getting aroused already.
"I was just having a beer, you want one?" I said, walking past her to the kitchen.
"No thanks, but I wouldn't turn down a glass of wine." She replied, smiling at me.
I filled a glass for her and grabbed myself another beer. I needed all the courage I could muster if I was going to do this. My cock was already stiffening, pressing against my pant leg as my plan played through my mind. Walking back into the living room I handed Monica her glass, and invited her to sit down.
"I know you said you wanted to surprise her, but I just couldn't resist." I said, picking up the remote and pressing the play button. "Besides, she'd never let me watch these once she got them anyway." I added, turning to smile at Monica, as she stared in horror.
She reached for the remote and quickly pressed the stop button, but not before a quick image flashed across the screen; an image that made it quite clear that this was not a home video of Jessica as a child.
"Oh, uhm, God, I'm sorry mom." I said, trying to look shocked. "I was just hoping ..."
"God, Nick. I'm the one who should be sorry. I had meant to get rid of these after Bob died." She said, blushing as she ejected the movie and shoved it back into its box.
I took a swig of my beer as I sat down on the couch next to her.
"I must say, I'm a bit surprised that you would have copies of movies like that. I never thought you were the sort to enjoy watching that sort of thing." I said, playing like I had no idea they were home movies. "Jess and I watch some once in a while. I don't suppose I could ..."
"No!" she said, looking shocked. "I mean, well, this was Bob's stuff really. I don't think I would feel comfortably knowing my daughter and her husband were watching movies Bob used to watch."
"They pretty bad?" I said, leaning back into the couch and resting my beer on my lap, right against my cock, which was starting to swell.
"I don't know. I mean, I never watched them." Monica said, blushing.
"Really? I mean, you seemed to know what it was as soon as it started." I said, lifting my beer and taking another drink.
She looked at me wide eyed.
"You, I, oh God. Nick, did you watch them?" she said.
"Just part of one of them, and then you called." I replied honestly. "It seemed rather amateurish. The video wasn't very clear and the actors all wore masks to hide their identity. To be honest, it was pretty low quality stuff." I replied, trying to gauge her reaction.
"That's kind of harsh, don't you think? I mean, it must be pretty hard to do that sort of stuff in front of a camera." She said, a touch of defensiveness in her voice.
"That's true, but if you're going to make a movie like that, well, at least do it well, and those masks, they made it seem almost comical." I said, downing the last of my beer.
I stood up and started toward the kitchen.
"I'm getting another beer, you need a refill?" I said, nodding toward her still full glass.
"Oh, I, Uhm ... yeah." She said, lifting her glass to her lips and downing the contents.
She stood up and handed me her glass, then followed me into the kitchen.
"So, you really didn't like the movie?" she said, as I poured her another glass and handed it to her.
"Oh, I don't know. It was out of focus mostly. And what I could make out, well ..." I said, grabbing a beer. "To be honest, I only watched a few minutes. The quality was just too distracting. Besides, I like to be able to see the actors' faces, you know, to sort of identify with them."
She seemed to breathe a sigh of relief at the hint that I didn't recognize her in the movie. I took a drink from my beer and started back toward the living room.
"Uhm, maybe you just got a bad one." She said, as she sat down. "They can't all be that bad."
"Maybe, but like you said, it would be kind of awkward to watch some of Dad's old porn. Jessica would probably freak out just knowing it was stuff he used to watch." I said, not bothering to add that she would definitely freak out once she recognized her mom.
