Chapter 2 - The Hidden Room
Author's Note: This is the second part of my first story. I received some criticism which I'd like to address. First about separating dialogue into different paragraphs, good suggestion and I will do my best to do this is a readable way. Second, about labeling with chapters numbers makes sense. However, thirdly, about a mother not blowing a black man while son is home not being likely, this is not true. Being a swinger for years I've seen things that most people only fantasize about. So please keep all feedback about writing style, grammar and improving contents structure. And I promise to improve my writing and to try and keep you aroused. This story contains an incest theme and should only be read by those not offended by adult content and only those over 18.
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Tommy entered his bedroom at the end of the hall and closed the door behind him, thoughts of his mother still vividly in his head. He suddenly became consciously aware that he had a hard-on. "And why not?" he thought to himself, his mother was a very desirable woman, a woman whom he himself had admired from afar ever since reaching puberty. He pulled his cock out, closed his eyes and started to stroke at the images of his mother and the three men. It wasn't long before a long strand of cum erupted from the head of his cock and coated his fingers. Having finished and expecting his parents to call him for dinner at any moment he looked around his room for a tissue to clean himself up to no avail.
Opening up his closet door he looked inside hoping to find a scrap of paper or something to wipe the fluid off before it began to run but saw that it to was empty. Then something caught his eye. To the right side of the closet, a seam ran down on both sides of the wall. They looked to well defined to be cracks. Wiping his cock with his shirt he gave the wall a slight push and it swung open. It was a secret door to a hidden room.
He couldn't see inside as the closet was dark and the room was pitch black. Stepping outside the closet, he stripped his shirt, tossed it under the bed and grabbed a new t-shirt from an unpacked box. Grabbing a flashlight he quickly re-entered the closet and shone the light inside the room. It was about a two foot by six foot space. To his right was a very old looking turn style light switch that looked as it had been there since the house was built. Reaching for it and turning the room filled with a dim glow. He immediately saw that the room was lined with shelves which contained books and some dusty VCR tapes.
When he turned to his left he noticed a black cloak hanging on the wall. Reaching for it and pushing it aside he saw something that shocked him. He could see into his parents' bedroom through what appeared to be a sheet of glass. Tommy hadn't yet been in his parents' room and his curiosity came over him. He left the hidden room, opened his bedroom door and proceeded to his parents' room. As he entered, his eyes immediately fell upon the wall closest to his. A stationary ornamental mirror adorned the wall between the two rooms. He looked at the mirror and realized that it was a two way mirror. He could tell because he could only see his own reflection from this side. However, there was a faint glow. This must be coming from the light he left on in the room. He made a mental note to himself that if he kept the light off he would be able to observe his parents without being seen.
Just then he heard his father call, "Tommy, dinner is ready."
"Okay Dad, I'll be right down."
He quickly made his way back to his room entering the hidden room. He replaced the cloak, turned the light off and pulled the door closed. Thinking how he could hide the entrance so it wouldn't be found by his parents he placed some of his clothes on hangers inside the closet and closed the closet door. He knew he'd return later to have a closer look at the contents of the shelves.
Tommy entered the kitchen just as Ann set the food on the table. Bill was already seated. Tommy sat as his mother dished out the food. Ann before joining the family turned to Bill and asked, "Would you mind if I offered some dinner to the movers, they've been working so hard all day?"
"No, go ahead; they deserve some good cooking after all their hard work." Bill replied.
