I sat down at mom's desk and opened her laptop. She was not home, but I had an assignment due, no wiggle room, and my hard drive had just taken a dump. My work was saved on the cloud so all I had to do was get it open, polish up the last paragraph and send it in.
We had a mutually respectful arrangement, or so I thought. It had been just the two of us for the last few years... I respected her privacy and, I thought, she respected mine, so opening her computer without her permission was not something I ever did and did not do it lightly now.
Password was her password... she had laughed about it when we had talked about security on our electronics,
The "desk top" was semi-controlled chaos... but I really did not need anything in her links or files.
I accessed my paper, did my work, sent it, then began closing programs I had used. Just before dropping the lid on the desk top screen I noticed a pulsing icon in the upper left corner. Something mom had left open and running in the background. Curiosity won out, because I had time to be curious and I brought it up to the forefront. It was a split screen image. One half was my bedroom, with my bed the central focus of the picture, the other screen was my bathroom, focused on the shower but showing the sink as well. Both images were static... it took me a moment to figure out why the program was open with pictures of my room. These images were the pause points on motion activated cameras. My mom had put nanny cams in my bedroom and bathroom. I knew the angles had to be shot from a different shelf in each room and pretty certain, after just a cursory examination, that I knew exactly where the cameras were and what was camouflaging each one.
I was shocked, to put it mildly, that my mom would be spying on me... and for what? I made a quick search but could not find a storage cashe for the cameras. Well, maybe she was more tech savvy than her passwords would suggest.
Then I hit on it. In the settings I uncovered all of her hidden files. Jackpot!
I could not resist the titillation of snooping just a bit. Rummaging through her underwear drawer was weird... hidden files on a computer? This was exciting.am".
The shower cam had titles like "lots of soap", "frontal stroke", "big finish". Most were just numbered with a date and time.
The bed cam were mostly time and date but "big finish" and first hair" caught my eye. They were recordings of me jerking off in bed and in the shower. They went back several years, to the beginning of puberty. I had no idea that my straight laced but fun loving mom was a secret young boy/young man pervert.
She had a cashe of porn that I looked through as well. There was a file of down loaded mother son incest porn and some milf young man porn... step son/sons best friend porn. There was another file that held girl on girl, but most of that was milf on milf or milf on girl with the milf being seduced and dominated. Some of it was pretty hard bondage.
She did not date much, even though she could have, but this explained much of why not. None of her porn involved men her age. I did make me wonder about some of her girls friends though... the way they interacted might be an indication... or maybe this was all repressed sexual fantasy and totally separate from realty... but the cameras in my room... that was reality.
Respecting privacy just went out the window. Plots and plans were swirling in my big head... my little head was cheerleading.
I did not know when she was getting back, so time was of the essence. As quickly as I could, with a raging hard on, I retrieved a memory stick from my room, being careful not to be seen by the cameras, then I copied the relevant files, returned her setting to where she had them and left her computer the way I found it.
I had places to go and things to do... I had a computer to fix, some software to buy and maybe some hardware of my own... but first things first.
I went to the laundry hamper and pulled a pair of mom's panties out. It was not anything I had ever done before, usually I just let go on my self or in a tissue. But I thought, if she is perving on me, it might up the game if she thinks I've got a thing for her.
I took them to my room, sat on the edge of the bed facing the camera lens, dropped my pants and held her panties to my face as I started to stroke my already hard cock. The smell was better than I thought. It smelled like mom with a twist... not like pee or shit as I had always imagined it would.
I laid back with them dropped across my face and stroked bare handed. Her scent or the fact that I knew she would be watching this later, or a combination if the two, really seemed to enhance both the hardness of my cock and the quickness of the outer edges of the point of no return. Just before cum rocketed out of my cock, I positioned her panties to catch the spunk. It ended with a surprisingly intense ejaculation. Maybe I was perving on mom more than I thought...
I stashed the soiled panties back in the hamper, stuffed down, as if I was hiding them and did not expect anyone go be looking for them before laundry day.
I left a note for mom, letting her know that I was running errands and would be home in time for dinner.
Mom was cooking when I got home, and immediately apologized for not having if ready on time. Usually mom was pretty on schedule and I thought that I was running late...
A quick check of the laundry basket told me why she might have gotten off schedule and maybe, why she was having trouble holding eye contact.
I told her that my hard drive fried, but I could reboot from the cloud. She was relieved that I did not lose all of my school work and other data and programs, and was more than willing to help me once I explained that I needed to use her lap top to finish and submit an assignment while mine was loading and reinstalling software applications.
"Just let me know when you are ready and I will open it up for you honey..."
Dinner was ready before I was, so we ate and I helped clean the table but asked to be excused from washing dishes, pots and pans, and if she could give me access to her computer before she got started. School work was a priority to her, so I knew the request would be met with agreement.
Since the assignment was already done, I used the time on her computer to install a newly purchased "Parental control" program that had a stealth mode so mom and dad could monitor activity, without the little hackers being any the wiser. It would allow me to monitor in real time, what she was doing, as well as keeping records of when and where she went on line. There was even a function that gave me control of the laptop camera without alerting the user that the camera was recording. Because of chat rooms and child stalkers, I could even see a split screen of her desk top incoming and her camera outgoing activity. Several times I asked myself if I was overreacting or taking things too far, but the files I found featuring me as the main character convinced me that, "no... maybe not far enough." Mom had crossed lines long before me...
When I was done I went to see if she needed any help.
"I'm almost done, but it was nice of you to offer. Did you get everything done on my computer that you needed?"
"Yep... all fixed up. Thanks mom. I think I will be able to do anything else I need from mine. I still need to set up some of the apps and configure setting on the new hard drive, so I will probably be in my room the rest if the evening."
"OK hon... I'll finish up here and then I may write a couple of letters and email them... I haven't spoken to your Aunt Jenny in a while... maybe... oh you don't care about who I write to..." she smiled, "I'll probably play on the computer and then go to bed early... you know how us old folks get... don't stay up too late playing with new software... I know how you can get with new toys."
I had scrolled though some of the files, looking to see what she was saving of "me". It was embarrassing to say the least. God, I hope she was not sharing this privately or posting it in the open. I was, according to her cashe, an oversexed serial self abuser. Watching yourself masturbate is humbling. It wasn't a size thing... I am not deficient or overly endowed... it's just that no one, outside of directed porn, looks sexy or desirable jerking off.
Speaking of porn... there was not gigs upon gigs of saved porn, but she did have certain tastes when it came to what she downloaded. Mother/son was the clear winner as far as data saved. Sub categories involved blackmailed moms, seduced moms, raped moms. Most of these had some struggles, spankings, light restraints... there was only two that got into heavier bondage. There were a couple of the "point of view" vids of moms willingly sucking and fucking their sons, but even those had overtones of bondage.
The file with milf and "son's friends" were all multiple partners, gang bangs, forcing the mom... all but one involved the son as the leader... in the outlier he was the patsy.
Mom had more lesbian porn than I did... and I will admit, that I like a couple of females that like to fuck each other, but hers were all pretty specific. The main milf was seduced by a long time friend, a traveling sales lady, a store clerk, a sons girl friend or a daughter... some was gentle persuasion, but most started with some level of force.
If mom was watching what turned her on, and there was no reason to think otherwise given the overwhelming pattern of plot lines, it was pretty obvious that she saw herself as a submissive or a victim forced to submit, and that rough play was a prominent feature. All of this was a bit hard for me to take in... given that I thought my mom was pretty white bread, sexually bland. But then who really knows that much about the sexual proclivities of their mother?
Mom wasn't a beauty queen... she was cute, some, including me, would say that when she dressed up she was even pretty. Her tits were big, 38 and at least a D, (like I said, I did not dig around in her laundry), but time and gravity had some affect. Her tummy was not fat, but it was not gym washboard either. An average slightly plump, late 39 year old woman.
She had a definite girl next door vibe. She always struck me as wholesome and innocent. Maybe that's why she fantasized about a wilder experience that gave her no choice and she could not control.
I got an alert on my phone that mom had logged onto the internet. I pulled up her desk top and camera split screen. I could see what she saw, and what was seen by the other party, plus I could, in this case, see through her camera. Her chat showed an avatar, not a live stream. At least she was being a little bit smart.
Her "in chat" name was "Enjoy" and when I started watching, she was scrolling through a list of those on line. A couple of people greeted her but she mostly ignored them, apparently looking for someone in particular.
There was "BigistDickus43", "AlwaysHard005". "EverreadyJack" typed "On your knees cunt! Jack and Joy hopped up the hill and Jack bent Joy over the well."
