Michele Cashmore had raced home from work early to tell her son the good news. She had not only been promoted; she was going to get a huge pay raise. She raced inside their small two-story cottage and quickly climbed the stairs, her high-heels clattering on the wooden treads. She snatched at the doorknob and flung open the door to her twenty year old son's bedroom.
"David! Guess what? I got a pro....." Michele failed to complete the sentence.
Her mouth agape, Michele stood still as a statue, mesmerised by what she was seeing. Her son sat at his desk his eyes glued to his computer monitor, ear-buds wedged into his ears, oblivious to the anything other than his computer screen.
On the computer screen a short movie was playing over and over again in an endless loop. A mature woman dressed in a business suit was bent over a desk; her legs splayed wide, she hung onto the desk for support, tottering precariously on her high-heeled shoes. The woman's skirt was hiked up her back exposing her thighs and buttocks; they were encased in tan, high-sheen, sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose.
A lanky youth stood naked behind the woman. He had split the seam of the woman's pantyhose and, having pulled aside the gusset of her red satin panties, he was furiously pounding his long stiff penis in and out of the woman's vagina. He gripped her waist, his fingers causing the sheen of the woman's lustrous pantyhose to glisten in the harsh light. The woman turned her face to look at the boy, she had to be at least forty although she was very attractive and wore heavy makeup. She was mouthing something that Michele could not hear because her son had silenced the speakers by plugging in his earphones. She was obviously enjoying being fucked by the young man.
Michele saw that her son was furiously masturbating as he intently watched the movie; his long thick cock stuck up out of his hairy crotch, his jeans and underpants were scrunched around his ankles. What was perturbing to her was that her son had one of her nylon stockings draped over his penis. He held a pair of her soiled satin panties in his other hand and he was sniffing the crotch.
Her son was panting heavily and muttering to himself as he frantically stroked his nylon-sheathed cock. Michele was flabbergasted; she knew that her son masturbated and she even suspected that he had been masturbating with her lingerie; but she never suspected he was sniffing her panties. She felt very confused but as she watched her son gratify himself she also felt a little tingle of excitement. Maybe it was being in the same room as her son while he pleasured himself or maybe it was the video playing on the monitor. The fully clothed woman being fucked over the table in the video looked a little like her. No! She looked a lot like her!
Michele decided that the best course of action was to back out of the room and quietly close the door behind her; and then suddenly her son started to moan. On the computer screen the skinny boy pulled out of the attractive mature woman and ejaculated over her large round arse; globs of semen stuck to her buttocks and then ran down her thighs, soaking her nylons. Her son began to howl and Michele stood rooted to the spot as her son climaxed.
The stocking pulled tightly around her son's glans suddenly darkened and a pool of semen formed on the sheer nylon as his hand pounded away at his cock. He licked the crotch of his mother's panties and then held them tightly against his nose and inhaled.
"Yeah Mom!"
"Take it Mom!"
"Oh fuck me Mom!" David Cashmore howled as his orgasm washed over him.
He continued to stare at the screen as he ejaculated into his mother's stocking and sniffed and licked her panties. He imagined that he was the lanky youth in the video and that it was his mother bent over the desk.
Michele flushed bright crimson as she watched her son climax calling out for his mother to take his load. An intense flash of arousal lanced through her body and she felt her sex begin to moisten. She spun on her heels and quietly retreated, closing the door silently behind her.
Michele Cashmore's high-heels clacked on the wooden hallway floor as rushed to her bedroom. She slammed the door shut behind her; panting and wheezing, she fumbled at the lock. She rushed to the bedside table, flung open the top drawer and frantically rifled through her underwear until she found what she was looking for. Her long, elegantly manicured, red nailpolished fingernails scratched at the base of the drawer and then closed around a slim plastic vibrator.
Michele was trembling and sweating; she hadn't felt this sexually aroused in years. She didn't even bother to sit on the bed; she hiked up her skirt and pulled her pantyhose down her thighs and stuffed the vibrator under the gusset of her panties and pushed the tip of the vibrator inside her labia until it rested on her distended clitoris. She could feel the damp patch in her panties as she hastily pulled the gusset aside and thrust vibrator into her sex and flicked the switch.
Her knees buckled and her feet trembled as an intense orgasm immediately wracked her body; she began to shriek and she stuffed her free hand into her mouth and bit down on it to stifle the scream lest her son overhear her cries of passion. She fell onto her bed and plunged the vibrator inside her vagina and flicked her clitty with her fingers and buried her face in the pillows to stifle her screams. She felt her vaginal walls contract around the vibrator as her clitoris radiated wave after wave of divine pleasure through her body. She could smell the musky scent of her own vaginal secretions.
Michele's orgasm slowly subsided and she flicked off the vibrator and eased it out of her vagina. She seldom inserted the sex toy inside her and she was quite surprised that she had felt the need to thrust it in and out of herself like a throbbing plastic cock. Her clitoris was still very sensitive. She rolled onto her pack and hiked up her pantyhose and panties; she smoothed out her nylons and pulled her white nylon full-cut panties tight around her buttocks. She slipped the vibrator back into the drawer and silently closed it; she stood up and smoothed her skirt.
She went into her ensuite bathroom and washed her hands; she looked at herself in the mirror. Looking back at her was an attractive forty-eight year old woman. She wore black eyeliner, mascara and pink and green eyeshadow that highlighted her pretty hazel eyes. Her cheeks were rouged and her lips painted with plum-red lipstick, silver drop earrings glistened though the nape of her brunette bob. A silver choker hung around her elegant neck; her large breasts swelled the décolletage of her mauve satin blouse and her pinstriped navy-blue jacket; the matching skirt clung to her thighs and buttocks. A shapely, nylon-clad thigh peeked through the kick-pleat tailored into the side of her skirt; she had long toned legs and delicate feet, shod in black four-inch high-heels, her red nailpolished toenails encased in gauzy reinforced nylon peeked out of her peep-toe pumps.
She smiled at herself in the mirror; she wasn't too bad for an old girl. 'But what the hell was that about!' she thought to herself.
What had caused her to become so insatiably aroused? Was she suddenly turned on by the video of the young man fucking the mature woman over her desk, a woman who incidentally looked very much like her? Surely it couldn't have been the sight of her son masturbating! No it couldn't be! But in the dark recesses of her mind she wondered why, when she climaxed, she had recalled the memory of her son shooting his load into her stocking and begging for her to fuck him.
Michele splashed water on her face, fixed her makeup, and brushed her hair. No; this would not do! Her son was not going to abuse himself using her lingerie as a fetish; she would speak to him about it! She wouldn't yell, nor get angry or become judgemental. She would calmly explain to the boy that although it was fine for him to masturbate; he was not to do so using his mother's underwear and it was definitely not ok for him to call her name when he climaxed!
They would have a civil mother and son conversation and that would be that; the matter would be done with!
Michele unlocked her bedroom door and paused to steel herself and cleared her throat. She walked determinedly down the hallway towards her son's room calling his name.
"David! David!" she called, giving him plenty of notice of her pending arrival.
In his bedroom David had just finished wiping his cock with his mother's panties; soaking up the last droplets of his emission from his slowly deflating penis. Lucky he had just pulled the ear-buds from his ears otherwise he might not have heard his mother calling his name. He quickly pulled up his underpants and jeans, stuffed his cock away, and zipped them closed. He bought up a word processing program and stuffed his mother's panties and her stocking into a desk drawer and slammed it shut just as she knocked on the door.
"Come in Mom," he called, pretending to type on the keyboard.
"I'm just finishing an English essay Mom," he lied.
"Really David; let me take a look," his mother said walking across the room towards him.
David quickly closed the document as she leaned over his shoulder; his mother's face leaned in close to his. He could smell her perfume and her makeup and when her hair lightly brushed his face he felt his penis begin to harden again. He blushed.
"No Mom it's not finished! I'll show it to you when it is," he whined.
Michele looked at the screen and underneath the Microsoft Word blank document; she could see a couple of minimised icons. One was a folder icon named 'MILF' and the other was a Windows Moviemaker program titled 'hot mom in p-hose fucked'. Up this close to him Michele could almost feel the heat from her son's guilty red face and she thought she could smell a hint of semen. Michele backed away from her son and as she did she noticed the welt of one of her stockings was hanging out of her son's desk drawer. A silvery trail of wet semen snaked across the chocolate-brown nylon. She couldn't help but smile to herself.
"We need to have a chat David. I've got some good news, but I also want to talk to you about something else," Michele said.
"Turn off your PC and come down to the lounge please."
Michele spun on her heels and walked out of the room unaware that her son was leering at her buttocks and legs.
David walked into the lounge and found his mother sitting on the couch with her legs crossed; her skirt had ridden up exposing a nice expanse of silken-hosed thigh.
"Sit here beside me David," Michele patted the cushion beside her.
David sat beside his mother; uncomfortably closer than he would normally sit.
"The good news is I've been promoted and I've also been given a large pay rise."
"That's wonderful," David beamed a genuine smile at his mother.
He looked lovingly into her heavily made-up face and sighed. He inhaled her scent; his cock was still semi-erect.
"But that's not what I really wanted to talk to you about David," she said a little sternly.
"David do you know what an Oedipus complex is?" Michele asked her son.
He looked quizzically at his mother and shook his head.
"It's when a son becomes infatuated with his mother," Michele murmured and cleared her throat.
David went ghostly pale and then his face blushed a burning bright red. He shook his head vehemently and a single tear ran down his face; he slumped down in the sofa and bowed his head.
Michele put her arm around her son to comfort him; she pulled him against her and hugged him and kissed his cheek.
"It's ok David. Just about every boy gets an Oedipus complex when he goes through puberty."
"But Mom I haven't.....I didn't...." David trailed off as his mother looked him directly in the eyes.
"David I've noticed the stains in my hosiery and knickers. I saw you masturbating with one of my stockings while you sniffed my panties." Michele said calmly but firmly.
David dropped his head into his hands. Michele hugged her son and kissed the top of his head; she mussed David's hair and lifted his face so they were eye to eye. She smiled at him to show him it was ok; she wasn't angry.
"But you are the most beautiful woman I know Mom," David whispered.
Michele let out a little laugh.
"Don't be silly David; I'm an old lady! What about all those gorgeous young girls at university; I'll bet even some of your teachers are hot," Michele smiled, trying to diffuse the tension.
"The girls at university don't have your class Mom; they don't dress nice like you; they don't wear makeup and perfume you like you."
David blushed a deep crimson.
"They don't wear nice nylons and high-heels like you."
"They wear jeans and shorts and boring clothes and sneakers or sandals. They are proud that they don't wear makeup and pantyhose; they claim they are emancipated and won't be bound by the past generation's values."
Michele laughed to hear her son so vehemently disparage the college girls that were the same age as him.
"But they're still pretty David. I've seen them!" she replied putting her hand on his knee and squeezing it.
"But they are not sophisticated like you. You wear nice skirts and suits and blouses. You wear soft satin blouses. You wear makeup, perfume and high-heels."
"You wear........stockings sometimes," he murmured.
Now it was Michele's turn to blush.
"Well David I have to wear hosiery at work and sometimes I find stockings are more comfortable than pantyhose. And I always like to look my best."
"Since your father left me just after you were born I have always felt a little insecure and I guess I just dress the way I do so that I can feel confident. That's all it is David."
"But Mom; the women......well the women in my......you know.....my videos. Well they wear stockings!" David retorted a little tersely.
"David not all women who wear stockings are sluts! And I noticed the woman you were staring at this afternoon was wearing pantyhose; and that didn't stop you playing with your willy did it!" Michele snapped back, but she immediately regretted it.
She pulled her son closer and hugged him. He buried his face in her breasts and inhaled her wonderful scent.
"I like them both," he said, his voice muffled by his mother's breasts.
"Like both what?" Michele asked.
"Pantyhose and stockings," he whispered and Michele smiled to herself; amused by her son's rambling.
Michele took hold of her son by the shoulders and looked him in the eyes.
"Look David; lots of men have fetishes; your father used to like to shag me in my stockings and high-heels. Aunty Betty tells me your uncle Jack likes to shag her while he wears her knickers! But you can't use me to play out your sexual fantasies ok?" Michele said tenderly, not wanting to upset her son further.
"And all the teachers suck except for Miss Jones!" David blurted out.
"Carolyn Jones! My god David; she's got to be my age......oh!" it suddenly dawned on Michele why her son liked Miss Jones.
"She dresses nice, and she smells good, and she looks good," David said.
"Sophisticated." Michele extrapolated.
"Sophisticated. Like you," David sighed and glanced up lovingly at his mother.
"Ok David here it is. You can't use my lingerie for masturbation."
David hung his head ashamedly.
"But," Michele lifted her son's chin.
"When I throw things out; I don't know what happens to them do I?" she winked at her son.
"Sorry Mom; I know I shouldn't have done those things with your knickers and stuff but I couldn't help myself. I won't do it again I promise," David beamed up at his mother.
Then a shadow crossed his face.
"It's just that when you're around I get so tense. Maybe it's because I fancy Miss Jones and you look so much like her."
Michele had to admit to herself that she was a little disappointed; she thought it was the other way around, that David had a crush on Miss Jones because she looked and dressed like his mother.
"What do you mean tense David?" she went on trying to take her mind off her little pang of jealousy.
"Well I just sort of get nervous, tight, high-strung, agitated you know."
"And wanking.......er...I mean.....you know...doing THAT makes me less tense," he whimpered.
"I know honey! What about a nice back rub! You always used to like a nice back rub when you were younger! Maybe that will ease your tension," Michele smiled at her son hoping to ease the tension between them.
"Ok Mom," he smiled back at her and began to take off his shirt.
"Ok buster turn around," Michele giggled believing she had totally diffused the situation.
David spun around on the couch; he sat side-on presenting his back to his mother. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it over the back of the couch. It had been quite a while since Michele had seen her son's naked body and she look appreciatively at his broad shoulders and narrow waist. She reached out tentatively and put her hands on his warm skin, her red fingernails in stark contrast to his pale skin. David shivered.
"Sorry son, are my hands cold?" Michele asked.
"Just a little Mom," David lied.
The proximity of his mother's body and the smell of her perfume were highly exciting and when she touched him David's semi-hard cock began to get hard. His body shivered as his cock began to stiffen. Then his mother began to slowly stroke his back.
"Mmmmm; nice Mom."
"Good, glad you like it," Michele's voice came out a little croaked.
Her son's skin was warm and pale, almost translucent, his muscles rippled when he shivered and she found that sitting this close to her son while stroking his body was quite disconcerting. A mental picture of her son's long hard cock suddenly entered her mind and she tried to replace it with something more appropriate but all she could recall were images of her son masturbating in front of his computer.
She shook her head and concentrated on rubbing David's back. She massaged his shoulders and worked her way down to his waist. David sat still, issuing the occasional groan of contentment.
"My son still likes his back rubbed then?" Michele said breaking the uncomfortable silence.
"Mmmmm," was all David replied.
"Ok enough," Michele said raking her nails gently down David's back in a playful gesture.
"Ohhhh; do that again please mom," David pleaded.
She did it again, a little harder this time, leaving red trails on her son's pale skin. David groaned and shuddered. His cock was now rampant.
"Ok David that's enough," Michele said insistently.
David quickly spun around and faced his mother and placed her hands on his chest. The move caught Michele by surprise and she left her hands resting lightly on his body.
"Come on Mom; finish the job; you always finished with a nice chest rub," David pleaded and smiled at his mother.
Michele was uncomfortable being face to face in such close proximity to her son, their knees were touching and she could smell his peppermint-sweet breath. David took her hands in his and began to rub them on his chest; his skin was hairless and smooth to her touch.
"Thanks mom," David smiled.
"I didn't say I would did I?" Michele said a little annoyed, but she didn't remove her hands.
She didn't want to upset her son again so she smiled meekly at him softly rubbed his chest. She felt his nipples become erect when she stroked them and she quickly moved her hands away from them.
David began to breathe heavily; almost panting. He looked into his mother's face, she was attractive for her age and she wore heavy makeup, which he liked. He studied her hazel eyes enhanced by black eyeliner, mascara and pink and green eyeshadow. Her high cheekbones were rouged; her lips, now slightly parted, were painted with plum-red lipstick. He let his gaze follow her elegant neck down to her large breasts which pushed against the fabric of her mauve satin blouse, the buttons strained to contain her breasts and he could see the top of her lacy black brassiere.
"David; you're staring," Michele whispered, her fingers feather-lightly stroking his chest.
"Sorry Mom; its just you are so beautiful," he whispered and lowered his eyes.
"Silly boy; I'm an old woman," she chuckled, trying once more to diffuse an awkward situation.
With his head bowed David stared at his mother's body. Her pinstriped navy-blue skirt was tightly fastened around her trim waist, the hem of the skirt rested just above her knees. The kick-pleat at the side of the skirt had opened revealing a shapely nylon-clad thigh; he followed her long legs down to her black peep-toe high-heels. He stared at her red painted toenails peeking out of her pumps; they were encased in gauzy reinforced nylon; his cock throbbed.
Michele was breathing as heavily as David was now; their proximity to each other coupled with their repressed desire for one and other was taking its toll on both of their abilities to suppress their lust.
David leaned forward and kissed his mother's cheek; Michele didn't back away, she kept stroking his chest. Then he moved his lips to the side of her mouth.
"David?" Michele whispered.
He put his lips on hers.
"David; what are you doing?"
But she still didn't back away.
He slid his tongue just inside his mother's mouth.
"Son you know we shouldn't," Michele whispered, but kept massaging David's chest.
David held his mother by the shoulders and continued to kiss her tenderly; his cock was painfully straining against the material of his trousers. Michele felt her sex begin to moisten; she could feel the wetness between her legs. David pressed his lips a little harder on his mother's and began to explore her sweet mouth with his tongue.
"David! We have to stop now," Michele mumbled around his tongue.
Michele still made no effort to push her son away even when he removed one hand from her shoulder. Then she heard the ominous sound of a fly being unzipped and David began to fumble in his lap. Michele was too scared to look down. She had to admit it was nice kissing her son this way and she liked stroking his strong young body but she wasn't sure she liked where this was going now.
Michele tried to pull her face away form David's but he moved his hand from her shoulder to her head and pulled her face against his. Michele thought that if she struggled hard enough she could break the kiss, but she reasoned to herself that she had already upset her son enough for one day; what harm was a little smooching going to do? She stopped stroking his chest and lightly rested her hands on his shoulders; no need to excite him further.
Suddenly David reached up with his free hand and guided one of his mother's hands down into his lap. Michele didn't react fast enough; she didn't really understand what her son was doing. And then her hand brushed against her son's erect penis.
Michele came out of her reverie and tried to pull her face away for her son's and to retract her hand from his lap. David forced her face against his, mashing his lips against his hers, driving his tongue between them and frantically wriggling it around her mouth. David held her hand down in his lap and pushed it onto his rampant cock. Instinctively Michele wrapped her fingers around her son's shaft. She realised what she had done but the feel of his hard rod sheathed in soft silky skin was intriguing.
Michele stopped fighting. She held her son's cock loosely between her fingers and with her other hand she pried his fingers from the back of her head. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear.
"Just this once; and we never speak of it again ok?"
David nodded his consent and Michele licked his earlobe and then stuck her tongue in his ear. Then she kissed him; and this time she inserted her tongue in his mouth. David groaned into his mother's sweet wet mouth.
David felt his mother's feather-light touch on his manhood. Michele knew her son would come very quickly if she stroked him too hard. She wrapped her fingers around his penis and squeezed; it felt hot and spongy to touch; she explored his glans with her fingertip, running them around the corona and teasing his frenulum with a long fingernail. Her son's penis pulsed in her hand.
"Please Mom," David pleaded for release and began to lift his hips up and down; trying to fuck his mother's hand.
Michele smiled; her panties were soaked and she could smell her sex and feel the heat radiating from her pussy.
Then she began softly stroking her hand up and down the full length of David's cock. She stopped her upward stroke when her fingers slid over the rim of his glans, before sliding her hand right down to the base, lightly stroking his scrotum, and then sliding her fingers back up the shaft again.
David trembled as his mother ran her hand slowly up and down the entire length of his shaft. He was breathing heavily and his eyes were closed in ecstasy. He opened his eyes and grudgingly broke the kiss but he wanted to see what his mother was doing to him. Michele looked down too; her long fingers were wrapped around her son's turgid cock and were slowly stroking the erect organ; she saw a small globule of pre-seminal fluid leak from the eye and she smeared it over his glans with a fingertip.
Waves of pleasure washed over David's body as his mother stroked and squeezed his hard cock, her scent and taste incensed him; he put his hand on her leg and opened her kick-pleat and stroked her gossamer-clad thigh as his penis began to convulse.
Michele felt her son's penis begin to throb and his breathing suddenly became ragged and his hand slid inside her skirt and fondled her thighs. Despite her state of arousal Michele decided he was going too far and she tried to extricate his hand from under her skirt but it was too late. David refused to move his hand from his mother's leg; he squeezed her thigh so hard that his fingernails laddering her pantyhose. He held the wrist of her other hand as he fucked it; Michele was still absentmindedly stroking his cock in time with his thrusts.
David let out a loud groan and his hips bucked as he thrust his cock up forcefully against her hand. David stiffened as his scrotum tightened and his cock swelled and pulsed in his mother's hand.
"Oh Mom......." he groaned as his orgasm approached.
"Oh my!" was the only thing Michele could manage to say.
Then David grunted a choked rasp and his issue began to splatter over his mother's fingers, viscous threads of scalding semen flew though the air with each frenzied thrust of his mother's fist.
Michele visibly jumped and her eyes widened in surprise as two thick ropes of semen shot powerfully up from David's cock. They arched upwards and streaked across her body and splattered onto her blouse to be followed in quick succession by another three powerful spurts that landed in her lap, pooling on the material of her skirt. Warm semen dribbled down the hem of her skirt and ran down her leg, soaking her nylons.
Michele continued rubbing and stroking her son throughout his orgasm; she reasoned the damage was now done. Another shot of semen arched straight upwards, before splashing all over the cuff and lower part of the sleeve of her blouse, bringing a moan of annoyance from her as it ran down and soaked into the material. The remaining spurts were less powerful, soaking the skin on her delicate hand and running over and between her fingers which were still gripping her son's shaft; still sliding up and down its full length.
David's orgasm subsided and the last droplets of his seed dribbled from the eye of his penis.
"Oh my!" Michele repeated herself.
She was suddenly very concerned about what she had just done with her son; she had let him cajole and coerce her into masturbating him and she was now experiencing intense feelings of regret. She realised the enormity of what had just occurred between them; she knew that she was as much to blame as her son but she wanted to blame David and to absolve herself.
"Oh dear David! What have we done!"
Michele wiped her hand on her skirt and quickly stood up. David just sat there, a feeling of utter content radiating through his body; he had a beatific smile on his face and his eyes were closed with contentment.
Michele ran from the room; she climbed the stairs at a rush and locked herself in her bedroom.
"Mom? Mom? What's wrong?" David called after her.
Michele ripped off her clothes and threw herself under a scalding hot shower in her ensuite bathroom.
"Oh dear Jesus; what have I done!" she cried.
She soaped herself and to her own disgust she couldn't help but stroking her sensitive clitoris when she parted her labia and bathed her sex. Her imagination conjured up pictures of David's cock exploding and spattering her with his seed.
"Oh god help me!" she impatiently pushed open the door of the shower and rushed out.
Still soaking wet she scampered out of her bathroom and opened drawer where she kept her vibrator. She picked up her semen soaked blouse and put it to her face and breathed in the starchy scent of her son's spend as she pushed the vibrator deep inside her quivering snatch and turned it on. She fell to her knees in the throes of orgasm.
Unbeknownst to her, David was listening at the door. Michele hardly spoke to her son for the next three weeks. She was ashamed and confused by what she had done and blamed David for it to a large extent. As far as she was concerned he had cajoled her into masturbating him.
"God! What about if he brags about it at school!" she said to herself, worried almost sick.
But she couldn't control her desires or her fantasies. She masturbated with her vibrator at least once a day and sometimes more often. She had kept the semen stained blouse and she held it to her face when she masturbated and she couldn't help but imagine that it was her son thrusting into her with that rampant weapon of his rather than the cold plastic vibrator.
They hardly ever touched each other and she tried not to be alone with him. If he came into a room she left it.
Whenever David tried to bring up what had happened she cut him off.
"It was a mistake... nothing bad happened... and it will never happen again in any case," she said.
"I don't want to talk about it David!" was all she had to say on the matter.
It was during this period that David installed the wireless video camera in his mother's bedroom. He did it one day while she was at work; hiding it between the piles of blankets stacked on the top of her wardrobe; the lens barely visible.
He had purchased the camera online and it was tiny; about the same shape and size as a tube of lipstick. He could activate it remotely from his cell phone or from his computer. The camera also had a motion detector in the lens and would sit idle unless the motion detector detected a presence in the room when it would activate after a three minute delay. When he programmed the camera David figured that's about how long it would take for his mother to begin undressing once she entered her bedroom.
Most of the time it recorded useless dark blurry images but sometimes he was rewarded with a strip show and occasionally his mother masturbated with the light on using the vibrator he knew she kept in her knicker drawer. When she masturbated with the light on she would look at pictures of young men in a magazine or put the satin blouse he had ejaculated into next to her face.
David felt unloved and betrayed. His mother seldom talked to him and avoided touching him. And he wanted her so bad. He plotted and schemed and eventually he came up with a plan. He put it into action one evening when she came home from work.
When she came home Michele could smell something delicious coming from the kitchen and she threw her jacket over the back of a chair and slumped exhausted on the couch. David sat down beside her and he saw her flinch. She pulled down the hem of her skirt covering her thighs.
"Mom we can't keep going on like this."
"I want to talk to you before we have dinner," David said.
"You made dinner for us?" Michele smiled wanly at her son.
"Yes; your favourite. Now I want to tell something but I don't want you to get mad," he replied.
"David I can't promise that. I don't know what you are going to say do I?" Michele said, frowning.
"You know what I mean. I want you to let me finish what I'm going to say before you get mad," David answered.
"I don't like the sound of this but go on," Michele said resignedly
"I know you don't want to talk about what we did but you have to listen to me," David said.
"David I..." Michele stuttered.
"Shut up and listen Mom!"
David had never raised his voice to his mother like this before and she was quite shocked.
"I've been to see the school counsellor," he said gravely.
Michele paled visibly.
"Don't worry, I haven't told him what happened between us; but I'm going to unless you start acting more loving towards me. You can't go on ignoring me and not touching me; it's torture," David sighed.
"David I just don't want to get you; how did you put it? 'Tense'," Michele replied.
"Well it's like this Mom; if you don't start behaving better I'm going to tell the school counsellor that you masturbated me; that I was an unwilling participant but because you were my mother I didn't stop you. I'm an adult. I'm eighteen and the counsellor will take that into account, but it's still incest," David couldn't help but smile.
"It won't make any difference what you say to defend yourself or if you deny it; you know how society feels about incest. Even if they believe that I was willing, you will still be judged to be guilty of incest with your own son and they might even tell the police," David said, callously.
Michele was visibly shaken; her worst fear had come true.
"David how can you be so cold!" she hissed.
"No mother; how can you be so cold!" he spat back.
"So here's the deal; you get that yummy ass of yours upstairs and get undressed and lie on the bed; then I'm coming up to massage you; and then we're having dinner. The massage will be a repayment for the one you gave me," David grinned.
"Here's the deal young man; if you ever refer to my backside that way again I'll smack you across the mouth; and I'm not doing anything like what you ask. Don't be ridiculous David; I'm your mother!" Michele snapped back, quite enraged.
"Ok Mom; wait a minute then; I have my counsellor's mobile number here in my cell-phone. She said I can call her any time I need to if I get any harmful feelings about myself. I feel the need to unburden myself," David smiled wickedly.
Michele slapped the cell-phone from her son's hand.
"Ok you little shit! It's tit for tat then! You can give me a back rub but I won't be naked; I'll take off my blouse and skirt but I'll have a towel over me," she said resignedly.
"And your knickers," David whispered.
"No David," Michele insisted.
David picked up his cell-phone and began to play with the buttons.
"Ok! Ok! Ok! I'll take off my knickers but the towel stays on!" Michele said.
"Ok mommy; I'll see you in five then," David smiled.
"You are a manipulative little bastard David. I'll never forgive you for this," Michele said, a single tear running down her face.
Alone in her bedroom Michele stripped off her blouse and skirt. She shimmied out of her panties but she kept on her white satin half-slip, her lacy red brassiere and her black high-heeled pumps. She was wearing 'totally-nude' pantyhose that were almost transparent and they clung to Michele's buttocks and pubis like a second skin. She wished she had time to change into some control-tops so that she would be more protected but she could hear David's footsteps on the stairs. She grabbed a large bath towel and lay down on the bed, arranged her half-slip over her thighs and covered her buttocks with the towel.
David came into his mother's bedroom full of anticipation and he was a little disappointed to see that his mother was still wearing a slip and a bra.
"You're not naked!" he said disappointedly.
"No David; the deal was blouse, skirt and knickers. You never stipulated slip, brassiere, stockings or shoes!" Michele said triumphantly.
"You tricked me!" he whined.
"Said the blackmailer to his victim; now stop whinging before I change my mind," Michele said exasperatedly.
David kicked off his shoes and socks and then unbuckled his belt.
"What the hell are you doing David?" Michele hissed.
"Oh don't worry I'm leaving my undies and shirt on mom; you never stipulated I had to be fully dressed!" David snapped back.
"Oh just get it over with!" Michele said resignedly, and buried her face in the pillow.
Michele felt her son climb on the bed and then he straddled her body. It was immediately apparent that he had an erection; she could feel it on her buttocks even through the towel. David began to stroke his mother's back. Her skin was fair with a scattering of freckles. She had a few wrinkles as would be expected for a woman of her age and a little roll of fat around her waist.
Michele had to admit that it was quite soothing having her back rubbed; she was exhausted from work and emotionally drained from arguing with her son. David was massaging her shoulders and the top of her arms and despite the lump she could feel on her bum, he was behaving himself. Michele relaxed a little and began to enjoy the massage.
"You're not half-bad at this David," she mumbled, trying to diffuse the tension in the room.
"Glad you like it mom," David smiled to himself.
He took his time working on his mother's shoulders and arms and then down her back. By the time he got to her waist Michele was almost snoozing. Then she felt him scrunch down her body so that he straddling her legs.
"David!" she warned.
"Its ok mom I just needed to move down a bit so that I can get to your lower back."
Michele could now feel her son's erection against her leg; as he kneaded her lower back Michele could feel him pressing it against her thighs.
"David! What are you doing?"
"I'm massaging you mom; just relax!"
Michele felt reasonably safe; her buttocks and her sex were covered with her hose, slip and a towel, its not as if he was actually touching her anywhere inappropriate and he still had his underwear on. She let him continue and began to doze again after a few minutes.
David waited until he heard his mother's breathing become deep and regular and then he pulled his cock out the front of Y-fronts. He had deliberately worn Y-fronts with this intent. His mother was unaware that her son was sliding his uncovered cock up and down her silken sheathed thigh. He looked down and saw the little silver trail of pre-seminal fluid on his mother's gossamer thin pantyhose.
David was totally inflamed with lust; the feeling of his engorged member on his mother's nylon-clad thigh was exceedingly more arousing than the feelings he had experienced when she had wanked him. His cock was actually touching her body! He was dry-humping his mother without her even knowing! It was such a turn on that he was afraid he would come at any second.
He would have to execute the next part of his plan soon.
"MMMmmm," Michele purred.
"That's quite good David; if you behave yourself I might let you do this again."
"What are you up to now?" Michele asked when she felt David begin to move.
Quickly David tore the towel off his mother's buttocks and spun around so that he was sitting on her buttocks facing her feet. Michele began to struggle violently and she kicked her feet in an effort to dislodge him. David laughed; she had no chance, he was far too strong.
"David! David! Stop this at once!" she pleaded.
David ignored her and rode her like a bronco; his cock fitted nicely in the crease of her buttocks and her satin slip felt wonderful against his sensitive organ; he was glad she had left it on. Michele could feel David's penis in the crevice of her buttocks and she soon figured out that her struggling was only providing him with further stimulation. She lay still.
"David; I'm going to make you regret this later you little bustard!" She reproached him.
David didn't care.
"Oh don't be silly mom; I just want to massage your legs," he chuckled.
"That wasn't part of the deal!"
Michele felt ridiculous; pinned to her own bed with her son sitting on her ass to hold her down.
David leant forward and slid his hands along his mother's legs; her nylons hissed in the quiet room and his cock, trapped between his mother's buttocks, began to throb. David stroked his mother's nylon-sheathed legs, rubbing his hands from her ankles all the way up to just above her knees. Michele had to admit that it was soothing and a little arousing; despite her predicament she could feel herself becoming moist. She wished she had kept her knickers on; it would not take long for her to soak the gusset of her gossamer-thin hose.
She could tell that David was deliberately pushing his erection into the crevice of her bum; at least she still had two layers of fabric between his throbbing organ and her privates. If it was anyone other than her son doing it she would have to say that it felt quite sexy; but it was her son and it was wrong. But if she was honest with herself she would have to admit that it felt extremely sexy regardless.
"Mmmmm, ' she let out a little moan of contentment and David smiled.
He gradually worked his hands higher and higher up his mother's silken legs until he was massaging her from her ankles to the tops of her thighs.
"David..." his mother cautioned him; but her heart wasn't in it.
Michele was thoroughly enjoying the massage and her cunt was sending out little waves of pleasure; she doubted she would climax but she was certainly enjoying her son's ministrations. David slid his fingers under his mother's slip and began to squeeze the cheeks of her ample behind.
"David... MMmmmmm; alright but you stop right there young man," Michele moaned.
He flicked the slinky satin half-slip out of the way and was rewarded by the magnificent sight of his mother's round bum encased in the transparent 'totally-nude' pantyhose. He could see the dark fissure between her buttocks and a few wisps of pubic hair. His tumescent cock slid along the seamless nylon as he began to once again massage his mother's thighs and buttocks.
"Magnificent!" he uttered.
"Thank you; now behave yourself back there!" Michele laughed nervously.
Michele knew that the situation had gotten totally out of her control but she was quite flattered that her son admired her bottom and was prepared to let him keep massaging her as long he didn't go any further. The whisper of her son's fingers on her nylon-clad legs and buttocks and the contented sighs of both Michele and her son filled the room.
David's cock was now very close to exploding; the feel of his sensitive organ rubbing against his mother's silky ass was like having his cock caressed by butterfly wings. It was nearly time to execute the next part of his plan. Michele began to moan as she felt the sexual tension building; her sex was soaked and she longed to slide a finger in there, she was fully aroused and she decided that when David had finished massaging her she was going to bring herself off as soon as he left the room. She was conscious that her vagina was exuding the musky scent of arousal and she felt herself blush. She shivered.
"MMMmmm that is nice David but I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to stop now," Michele sighed.
David grinned to himself and fumbled around in the folds of the quilt. Unbeknownst to his mother David had taken her vibrator from the top drawer of her bedside table before she came home from work and had had secreted it between the mattress and the base of her bed. When he had climbed on the bed he had tossed it on the quilt before he straddled her.
"What are you doing now David?" Michele felt her son remove his hand from her and fumble around on the bed.
David suddenly jammed the vibrator between his mother legs and pressed it to her sex and turned it on; instinctively Michele slammed her legs closed trapping the vibrator between her legs.
"David... Oh my god..." Michele moaned as intense waves of pleasure wracked her body.
She couldn't fight off her son now even if she wanted to; the vibrator pressing against her clitty invoked an earth-shattering orgasm. Michele writhed in ecstasy and her feet drummed on the bed. David slid off his mother's buttocks and worked the vibrator in and out of his mother's labia ensuring that the tip of the vibrator kneaded her clitty. Michele wantonly opened her legs to let her son work the vibrating plastic cock deeper inside her labia. She reached between her legs and slid her painted fingernails along the translucent gusset of her pantyhose and opened up a gaping hole.
"Ohhhh David you little bastard... Jesus... oh my god!!!!" she moaned as David slid the pulsating toy into her vagina and thrummed her clitoris with his fingers.
Michele shamelessly raised herself up on her knees so that David could work the vibrator in and out of her dripping snatch. She abandoned any pretext of decorum as waves of pleasure emanated from her throbbing cunt and ran through her body. Ripples of intense sexual gratification circled her pulsing vagina and David could actually feel his mother's cunt cling to the vibrator as he worked it in her.
David moved between his mother's legs and fucked her with the vibrator as she bucked and writhed in pleasure.
"Ohhhhh yessssssssssssssssssssssss!!!" Michele groaned wantonly, drumming her heels on the bed and shaking her head from side to side.
David's cock was rock hard; the sight of his mother in the throes of orgasm as he plunged the vibrator in and out of her sopping cunt was the most erotic thing that he had ever seen.
Michele's orgasm peaked and began to plateaux; it never actually fully receded and she wondered if she was going to be left in a constant state of arousal. Then she felt another orgasm building.
"Oh my god David I'm coming again!" she cried and began to shake.
David whipped the vibrator out of his mother's cunt and prodded at her hairy cunt-lips with his steel-hard cock. Michele felt her son trying to enter her and despite the fact that she knew it was terribly wrong she needed relief. David was amazed when his mother raised her buttocks like a bitch in heat and then reached between her legs and positioned his penis inside the folds of her labia at the entrance to her vagina.
"Go on! Fuck me then! I know that's what you've always wanted!" Michele groaned.
David slid into his mother's sweet buttery cunt; impaling her on his cock. Michele pushed back against her son and began to buck. David couldn't believe it! It was not only his first ever fuck; he was fucking his beautiful mother. He grasped her hips and began to grind himself against her so that her nylon-clad thighs stimulated his.
Michele was still at plateaux; being taken from behind like this very erotic and she was extremely aroused; but it would not bring her to orgasm. She needed pressure on her clitoris and her son was too inexperienced to know how to do that from this position.
To David's disappointment his mother fell forward and his cock slipped out of her cunt with an audible plop. He was not disappointed for long. Michele rolled over onto her back and opened her legs invitingly. David knelt between them and pulled her half-slip out of the way; his mother's cunt was framed by the hole she had ripped in her sheer hose. He wanted to explore it with his fingers; he wanted to taste it, but most all he wanted to fuck it. He tore off his Y-fronts and shirt so that he was naked.
His mother lifted her buttocks up off the bed and wriggled her crotch at him.
"Come on David; finish what you started. You've obviously planned this meticulously so take your spoils."
"Fuck your mother David!" Michele moaned.
David fell forward onto his mother's body and Michele wriggled her hips until she had his cock positioned at the entrance to her sopping vagina. She wrapped her arms around her son and lifted her legs and wrapped them around his lower back. She kissed him and let her tongue slide inside his mouth. She broke the kiss and licked David's ear and then she drove her tongue into his ear.
"Fuck me David," she panted.
She lifted her hips and drew his body to hers with her legs and he slowly slid inside her. Michele felt her son's cock fill her tight snatch and then his groin ground against hers; the base of his thick cock stimulated her clitoris and she ground her crotch against his and began to fuck her son. She controlled the rhythm, gradually increasing the pace until their bodies were slamming together making 'schlock-schlock-schlock' sounds as their bodies slammed into each other. She made sure that David kept stimulating her clitty; teaching her son his first lesson in the art of bringing a woman to orgasm.
David was close to coming; his senses were overloaded; his cock was throbbing inside his mother's tight tunnel; the feel of her body against his, the taste of her mouth, the smell of her sex mingled with her perfume, the sensation of her stocking-clad legs sliding along his flanks and back, the scratching of her high-heels as she encouraged him to fuck her faster. Michele dug her heels into him, using them like spurs.
Michele felt her son's cock begin to spasm and she knew that he was about to come; she pulled his face to hers and kissed him and lifted her crotch up off the bed and ground her pubis against his; she writhed shamelessly underneath him and felt her release approaching. David groaned and his cock exploded; hot streams of semen spurted from his spasming cock as he went into an orgasmic paroxysm.
"Oh mom; it feels so good! I love you mom; I love you!" he moaned.
Michele's second orgasm for the evening enveloped her; it started as a spike of pure pleasure originating in her clitoris and then radiated through her cunt and then surged through her whole body. She kissed David hard, driving her tongue deep into his sweet wet mouth; she gripped his buttocks and squeezed, digging in her nails and pulling his groin hard against hers; her pulsating vagina milked her son of his seed.
David ran his hands along his mother's legs enjoying the feel of her silken-hosed legs on his body. He responded to her kisses entwining his tongue with hers; his scrotum contracted, propelling the last of his issue deep inside his mother. Michele writhed and wriggled underneath him; she raked his back with her fingernails and grazed his flanks and lower back with her heels.
Gradually the intensity of both mother and son's orgasm receded. David lay on top of his mother and lovingly kissed her lips, her nose, her cheeks and her eyelids; he lazily stroked her thigh. His semi-erect cock was still buried inside her and every now and then it would spasm; Michele's vagina would also occasionally contract and clasp at his cock. Her cunt was hot, wet, and sticky and both of their pubic hair was matted with juices; small rivulets of semen seeped from Michele's slit.
Michele kissed David back; and smiled up at him, her makeup smeared and her hair mussed; wet with perspiration.
"So did I act more loving toward you as you requested?" she grinned.
Before David could respond she put a finger to his lips.
"Shhh David; now it's time for you to listen to me."
"I'm not sure if this is what you planned when you blackmailed me into coming up to my bedroom but what has happened between us has now happened."
David tried to reply but Michele pressed her finger harder on his lips.
"David, I am as complicit in this as you are and I have to admit I thoroughly enjoyed it; however we have to be extremely careful that no one ever finds out about us."
"What do you mean finds out about us? Does that mean that this is going to happen again?" David asked incredulously.
Michele smiled and playfully spanked his buttocks.
"Yes David; if you want."
"Oh god yes mom I want!" David grinned and kissed his mother.
"Lift off me please and I'll tell you how we are going to make sure we keep this a secret," Michele said, gently pushing her son off her body.
Fifteen minutes later mother and son lay side by side on the bed; Michele still dressed in her pantyhose and high-heels had shucked out of her slip and bra and David was lazily stroking her leg with one hand and manipulating one of her nipples with the other as he listened to her. Her pantyhose were stained and laddered and David unconsciously traced a run from her knee up her thigh as he his mother explained to him how they were going to keep their illicit relationship a secret.
"And so David; do you understand how important it is that we keep this absolutely to ourselves?" Michele concluded.
David nodded; he leant down and kissed her on the lips. His penis was beginning to harden again and it pressed into Michele's leg. She could feel her son's cock rubbing on her thigh and she felt a ripple of lust spread out through her body; she growled and reached for her son.
"Now... I wonder what this tastes like?" she smiled squeezing his turgid penis. t was early evening and David Cashmore lay on his back on his mother's queen-sized bed; his mother, still fully clothed, straddled his naked body. She was performing fellatio on her son, slowly sliding her tongue along his shaft and then lapping at his pink glans, sucking the drops of pre-seminal fluid as they seeped from the eye of his cock.
She was in no hurry to bring her son to orgasm and she was enjoying teasing him this way; making him plead for release. She hadn't decided yet if she was going to fuck him or bring him off in her mouth; she was enjoying being astride her eighteen-year-old boy, head-to-toe, his head buried under her skirt, his tongue lazily flicking over her soaking wet panties, tracing the outline of her labia through the translucent nylon.
Neither of them was in rush; they had all night to explore each other. David had lain in wait for his mother to come home from work, nursing a painful erection but resisting the temptation to masturbate. As soon as his mother entered her bedroom David had thrown her on the bed and began to kiss and fondle her. She laughed and pretended to fight him off but she had been half-expecting him to do something like this. They hadn't had sex for a couple of days at her insistence because Michele Cashmore's sister had come to visit and she didn't want her sister to get even the slightest hint of what she and her son were up to.
A couple of times during the visit David had openly flirted with his mother when his Aunt wasn't in the same room; one time he had even slid his hand under her skirt and pawed at her sex.
"David! Stop it! You want me to go to jail and you to go into a boy's home?" Michele hissed at her son.
"I told you when we started this thing David; it would only work if we maintain total secrecy! No one must ever suspect!"
Subdued and a little dejected, David had behaved himself for the rest of his Auntie's visit. He had spent a lot of time locked in his bedroom masturbating into his mother's panties whilst looking at the secret videos he had taken of them having sex together. If his mother found out she would kill him; but he was intelligent enough to know that he could never show the videos to anyone else. Besides; he would never do that. Ever since he and his mom began fucking each other three months ago he had become very jealous of her.
He hated watching other men ogle his mother and he hated it even more when they tried to chat her up. At forty-eight Michele Cashmore was still an attractive woman with a buxom figure, great legs, and nice breasts.
And so the afternoon his Aunty left David had stripped and hid in his mother's wardrobe waiting for her to come home from work and he leapt on her as soon as she came through the door. Michele struggled with her son but she knew that he would want to take her while she was fully clothed. Her son loved to fuck her in her business suits and even when they slept together he insisted that she wear a bustiere or a corset or at least a garter belt and stockings. Her lingerie bills had gone through the roof since she started fucking her son!
She had managed to take off her suit coat but that is as far as she had been able to get undressed before her son had forced his head under her skirt and begun to slaver at her cunt. She was as sexually frustrated as he was and as soon as his wet tongue slid across her moist sex she had melted and stopped fighting him.
Michele had rolled her son over and straddled him in the classic sixty-nine position.
"If you rip my skirt or ladder my stockings David you'll get a good hiding!" she whined, exasperated by her son's impatience.
"Oh yes please Mommy," David chuckled, his muffled voice came from under her skirt.
"Of shut up and lick me," Michele sighed, and lowered her face to her son's throbbing cock.
Michele gently ran her fingertips along David's shaft admiring the contrast her ruby-red fingernails made against the pale skin of her son's penis; blue veins throbbed under the translucent flesh of his shaft. She loved David's cock! It was long, thick and proud. It was almost arrogant when erect and delicate and demure when flaccid. Which she had to say was not very often; at eighteen her son was at the peak of virility. Michele had never thought of penises as having personalities before; not that she had seen that many, but ever since she had started shagging David she had come to the conclusion that her son's dick had a certain quality and character.
That was another thing. She had never used words like cock, dick, cunt, tits, fuck, or shag before she started her incestuous tryst with her son. Now, when she was randy, which she seemed to be all the time recently, she liked to use those naughty words.
"Ooooooohhhhh!"
David had pulled aside the gusset of his mother's panties and his tongue was now lapping at her engorged clitoris. Michele lowered her mouth over David's trembling phallus and began to suck.
She would bring him to climax in her mouth; they could fuck later!
"Mom are you home? Are you upstairs?" a voice called from the stairway preceding the sound of heels climbing the treads.
"Fuck!!!" Michele spat out her son's cock just as he started to climax.
His semen spattered against her face and neck and gobs of it clung to her dark blue satin blouse.
Michele scrambled off her son and got to her feet in a panic; David was completing the job his mother had started using his hand.
"Get up you fucking lunatic! That's your fucking sister!" Michele hissed, scampering for the door.
"Jennifer! I'm just taking a shower! Make yourself a cup of tea and I'll be down in a minute!" Michele called out through the bedroom door.
As soon as she heard her daughter's footfalls descending the staircase she turned to her son.
"David; go to your room quickly! Don't come down for about half an hour or so ok?"
"What the fuck does she want?" David whined.
"David! Go to your room now!"
Michele didn't have time to deal with a petulant schoolboy. She had nearly been caught flagrante delicto with her son and her heart was racing. She pulled off her high-heels and kicked them towards the closet and hastily began to strip. David sat on the bed amused at his mother's turmoil; when she shucked out of her knickers David grabbed them off the bed.
"Souvenir!" he laughed.
"Get the fuck out of here you silly boy before we get caught!" Michele hissed and slapped David on the buttocks.
It was a little bit more than a playful slap and David realised that his mother was really angry. He went over to the door and opened it slightly and, seeing the coast was clear, silently padded down the hall to his bedroom. He put his mother's knickers in the drawer with the others he had commandeered and selected the crustiest pair out of his collection and took them with him to the bathroom. He tossed them into the laundry basket and climbed into the shower.
David kept a small collection of his mother's knickers in the drawer as masturbatory aids. When he collected a new pair he would return the oldest pair to the laundry basket so that his mother could have them back. His mother knew of this arrangement and did not object; she also gave him her laddered pantyhose and stockings; often spraying them with her perfume and hiding them under his pillow as a special treat.
Michele lathered herself in the shower and wondered how Jennifer had come so close to catching her with David and then she remembered that Jennifer had still had a key to the front door.
"Who keeps a fucking key that long?" she said to herself.
Her fingers found the folds of her sex and she quickly finished the task her son had started; an orgasm wracked her body and she fell gasping against the glass wall of the shower.
Fifteen minutes later Michele threw her soiled blouse and skirt into the laundry basket and went downstairs. She was dressed in a beige skirt, white satin blouse, tan low-heels and taupe pantyhose. Although she wore a brassiere she had forgone panties because her pantyhose had a control-top. She had thrown on a little makeup and lipstick; her hair was still wet and she was flushed.
Michele's thirty-two year old daughter Jennifer sat sobbing on the couch; a cup of tea, untouched and cooling on the coffee table in front of her.
Michele sat beside her daughter and put her arm around her.
"I've finally left the bastard mom! I can't stand him any more!" she sobbed.
Michele was well aware of her daughter's marital problems but when she had tried to offer her daughter advice Jennifer told her in no uncertain terms to butt out. She had watched her daughter's descent into misery unable to help. These last few months Michele felt even guiltier because she and her son were so happy together.
"I've come home Mom," Jennifer announced, wiping her tears and forcing a smile.
"I've come back to live with someone who loves me," she smiled wanly at her mother.
"Well Jennifer........I don't know......there's me and David and the house isn't that big...." Michele stuttered, astonished at her daughter's proposal.
"It's ok Mom! I've got it all worked out!" her daughter was now positively beaming, smiling through her tears.
"I've already got a job temping in the city; it pays well and I only want to stay here long enough to save enough money to get my own flat ok?"
"Well I guess so; but what happened to the money you and Paul had saved?" Michele responded.
Jennifer started sobbing again; her mascara ran down her cheeks in rivulets.
"The bastard gambled away the lot! What he didn't gamble he spent on booze and drugs!"
"You know the arsehole even wanted me to go on the game!"
"He said I did nothing but sit around the house; that I couldn't even give him children; that I might as well put my fanny to good use!" Jennifer began to sob uncontrollably and Michele took her daughter in her arms to comfort her.
"Shh...Shh....everything will be alright," she said soothingly stroking her Jennifer's hair.
But it wouldn't be alright would it? Michele couldn't believe that even as she consoled her daughter she was thinking about how her staying here would ruin her sex life.
Jennifer eventually stopped sobbing and Michele bought her some tissues and went into the kitchen to make them a fresh cup of tea. Jennifer wiped her face and pulled out her cosmetics case. Like daughter; like mother, Jennifer had her mother's dress sense and style. She fixed her mascara and eyeliner and applied a coat of plum-red lipstick; she brushed her hair and sprayed fresh perfume on her neck.
David padded down the stairs and came into the lounge; his older sister sat on couch and his mom called out from the kitchen.
"Do you want a cup of tea David; I made a fresh pot?"
"Yes please! Hi Jen" David said to his sister.
"Hello David," she replied closing her legs and pulling at the hem of her skirt.
She was wearing a red leather miniskirt, black pantyhose and white high-heels and she could see her legs had attracted her brother's attention. She had been sitting quite unladylike with her legs open and her skirt hiked up while she talked with her mother.
Jennifer; sixteen years older than her brother, felt she was more like his aunt than his sister because of the age gap. They didn't see each other that often but as her brother had grown up she had noticed his fascination with older women. She was aware that David had a penchant for mature women and particularly liked to look at their legs and up their skirts if he could.
One time she had taken him down to the shopping centre; she left him on his own while she went to the loo and when she returned she found him staring through the pane-glass window of a shoe store where a mature woman was trying on different pairs of high-heels. Whenever the woman bent down to try on a new pair her skirt opened up and revealed her pantyhosed thighs and her white nylon panties. Jennifer was about to say something when she noticed that David's hand was surreptitiously stroking the bulge in the front of his jeans.
A curious feeling flushed through her body and she turned away and called his out name when she was far enough away for him not to be suspicious that she had seen him. Later that day she had found him waiting at bottom of the escalator; when the lady from the shoe shop stepped onto it he got on behind her and spent the ride looking up her skirt all the way to the top floor.
Jennifer was going to say something when they got home but she decided against it, it wasn't up to her to discipline her brother, and besides it was probably just teenage hormones. She did become very suspicious of him when she found semen stains in a pair of her soiled knickers after her mother had bought David around for a visit. Also she was sure that she had left a pair of her best sheers hanging up to dry in the bathroom and they were missing.
She was going to confront her brother this time but she was too embarrassed, besides it could just as easy be her sleazy husband Paul. He had once insisted on shagging her on the deserted top deck of a double-decker bus. He was pissed of course and she had struggled vehemently with him but in the end he had bent her over the back of the seat in front of them and taken her from behind. He hadn't even removed her knickers; just ripped open her tights, put his cock under the leg-hole of her panties, pushed himself inside her and spent himself after about three thrusts.
She had felt used and degraded but she became enraged when they got home and he ripped off her knickers and shoved them in his pocket.
"I'll have to show the boys at work otherwise they won't believe me will they?" he smirked.
"Besides they'll come in handy when I want a wank."
Jennifer hated her husband by this time but there was far worse to come.
David looked appreciatively at his sister's legs and then went into the kitchen.
"What's she doing here," he mouthed wordlessly at his mother.
"She's come to stay," Michele whispered back.
"Tea's nearly ready Jen!" Michele shouted through the kitchen door, and turned around reached up to get the sugar off the shelf.
"What about us? What about this?"
David replied and quickly strode over to his mother. He put his hand firmly around her waist and held her still while he thrust his other hand under her skirt and slid a finger inside her slit, pushing the silky nylon of her control-top pantyhose inside her. He jammed his thumb against her sphincter and ground it against her anal bud.
"Oooohhhh!" Michele moaned.
Michele couldn't control her body's response and she moistened immediately. But she was well aware of the danger David was putting them in with his sister in the next room. She drove her heel into his foot and David released his mother but stayed pressed against her. She spun around and put her lips next his ear.
"You'll get us fucking-well caught and then we'll both be fucked," Michele whispered into her son's ear.
Her breath! Her proximity! Her perfume! David was instantly erect.
Michele patted the bulge at the front of her son's jeans and kissed the side of his mouth.
"We'll work something out," she whispered and pushed him away.
"Oh Jen! Sorry I didn't notice you standing there," Michele said, surprised to see her daughter standing in the doorway.
David moved away from his mother and leaned on the back of a kitchen chair. Jennifer thought she caught sight of an erection in her brother's jeans but she couldn't be sure.
"I though I'd give you a hand to bring in the tea," she said.
Her brother and her mother were both blushing; what had they been doing? Were they talking about her! Were they discussing her failed marriage; saying "I told you so" behind her back? They had been standing very close to each other so maybe they had been saying things they didn't want her to hear.
Then it hit her like a ton of bricks! Her brother did have an erection and that looked like her mother's lipstick on the side of his mouth. Oh God no! Surely Not! She must be imagining these awful things because she was so upset.
"Now that's a coincidence," Jennifer said a little maliciously.
"You both have wet hair. You were both having a shower when I arrived?" she said almost accusingly.
"In the early evening; not before you go to bed like usual?" She went on.
"David has been giving me hand working in the garden, we came in just as it got dark so of course we had a shower you silly girl."
"Now let's see to this tea," Michele said putting the matter to rest.
"See what I mean," Michele turned and mouthed silently to her son as she followed her daughter into the lounge.
David helped Jennifer helped unload her little car and carry her meagre belongings up to the third bedroom. He was sulky; he didn't want his sister staying here. He and his mother had a great thing going and now his older sister was going to fuck it up!
Jennifer unpacked her belongings and went to use the toilet. She shucked down her hose and knickers and sat on the toilet and peed. She wiped herself and pulled up her underwear, smoothing her pantyhose over her knickers. She washed her hands and then something caught her attention. The laundry basket. Jennifer looked inside it and on the top was her mother's dark-blue satin blouse and under it her skirt. She rummaged around but she couldn't find any gardening clothes. Very suspicious.
"Yuck!" she yanked her hand out of the basket.
She had touched something slimy in there. She looked at her fingers and saw that they were covered with a clear sticky substance. She bought her fingers to her nose and sniffed.
"Oh my god!"
The unmistakeable smell of semen assaulted her nose. She wiped her hand and carefully pulled her mothers blouse out of the hamper. The front of the blouse had three distinct wet stains; one of which was undeniably a wad of semen. Had her brother been wanking into the laundry hamper? She wouldn't put it past the little pervert. There was something strange going on in this house and she was going to get to the bottom of it!
A month later the Cashmore house had settled into a routine. Michele went to work in the city and Jennifer phoned the temp agency every Monday to find out where she would be temping that week; usually as a secretary. When he wasn't at school David moped around the house and made no effort to hide his dissatisfaction with the current arrangement. He and his mother were careful not give away any hint of their sexual relationship while Jennifer was around.
As promised his mother had worked something out. Every Saturday she would take David 'shopping'; in fact they checked into a motel and shagged each other senseless all afternoon. It was not the best of arrangements but it would have to do until Jennifer left. David was still horny all the time and having two attractive mature women in the house, both of whom were usually dressed in business suits or skirts, hose, and heels and who wore heavy makeup and perfume, made the situation even more frustrating.
One evening Michele and her daughter were both sitting on the couch nattering; they had just come home from work and both of them were still dressed in their office attire. They had both kicked off their high-heels and Michele began to absentmindedly rub her feet against her daughters as they chatted. David noticed of course. He was getting very aroused watching these two fell-dressed mature women playing footsy with each other. The smell of their feet and perfume wafted up to his nose and the hiss and rustle of their nylons rubbing together sounded very sensual.
Michele became aware of the effect that her absentminded foot play was having on her son and she deliberately began to stroke her daughter's feet and calves with her toes. Jennifer found it quite comforting and she appreciated her mother's diminutive display of motherly love. Michele briefly but deliberately looked at her son and gave him a sly wink and David nearly came in his pants. He raced upstairs and switched on his computer and masturbated while he watched a video of he and his mother fucking on her bed.
And so it came to be one Saturday when Michele and David were out 'shopping' for the afternoon that Jennifer's curiosity got the better of her.
She tentatively entered her brother's bedroom. It smelled of boy. Football socks, dirty underwear and a pair of dirty jeans were tossed on the unmade bed. The wardrobe door was half-open, as were the dresser drawers; the room was cluttered with magazines, empty soft drink cans and chip packets scattered on the desk. Posters were tacked here and there on the walls. Surprisingly given that her brother was only eighteen they were not the sort of posters one might have expected; girl groups and heavy metal rock bands. They were mainly pictures of older celebrities. There was Dolly Parton, Tina Turner, Kylie Minogue, Gwen Steffani and Christina Aguilera all showing a lot of leg in their short skirts and heels.
Jennifer went over to David's desk and sat down. She opened a drawer. Chewing gum, old magazines and brick-a-brack. She opened another drawer. Bingo! It was stuffed with knickers, nylon stockings and pantyhose. She could see the come stains on the underwear and the smell of stale semen was very strong. She giggled.
"You naughty boy David."
She was not too surprised; she knew that teenage boys often developed panty fetishes and she was well aware that David had a fixation for women's legs so the collection of panties and nylons made sense. She closed the drawer without disturbing anything. She hadn't recognised any of the panties as hers so they were obviously her mother's. She smiled wickedly. She speculated if her mother wondered where her knickers were disappearing?
She turned on the computer; it was in hibernate mode and the screen came up straight away. Being a secretary Jennifer was pretty computer savvy and she searched the drives and folders looking for anything naughty. She found nothing; only boring school assignments and games. His internet browsing history had been deleted as were his recently used file lists for most of the programs; a sure sign that her brother had something on his PC that he didn't want others to see. She opened his My Document folder and selected 'show hidden files and folders' on the tools menu.
Bingo again! A shaded folder appeared on the screen labelled: MILF. She opened the folder and found a collection of video files. She played a few of them. They were all movies of attractive mature women having sex with young men. The women in the videos were in various states of undress; very few were naked and most of them were fully clothed or dressed in lingerie and heels.
Jennifer didn't really like pornography but there was something about the young men fucking these attractive, older, well-dressed women that made her a little hot. She guiltily looked over her shoulder and quickly slid a hand inside her panties; she parted her labia and was not surprised to find that she was moist down there. She gave herself a quick stroke; she shuddered and pulled her hand from under her skirt.
"Not now Jennifer you naughty girl; we've got work to do," she giggled to herself.
There was another folder inside the MILF folder; it was labelled MOM.
"Mmmm I wonder what this could be?" she sighed.
When she bought up the first video stream she was shocked. Her mother lay naked on her bed; her back was arched and she lifted herself up on her ankles as she thrust a vibrator in and out of her vagina. Every few seconds she took the vibrator out of herself rubbed it on her clitoris. She watched her mother climax and then lie panting on the bed for a minute before she put the vibrator into the top drawer of her bedside table. Jennifer closed the file; her face pale, her hands trembling.
"My God David; what have you done?" she whispered to the empty room.
Was her brother secretly filming their mother? Surely her mother wasn't aware that she was being filmed; at least it didn't appear that way in the video.
She double clicked another file and she was certain that her heart skipped a beat when she saw the contents. She couldn't breathe; she nearly blacked out. Yet she couldn't take her eyes off the screen. It was fascinating.
Her mother lay on the bed dressed in a red satin basque, fully-fashioned black silk stockings and black high-heeled pumps. She was wearing heavy makeup and gold jewellery. Her legs were spread wide, her back was arched and her face was contorted in ecstasy. She held David's face in her hands while he performed cunnilingus on her.
The video had been spliced and suddenly the scene changed; David was between his mother's legs plowing into her with long slow strokes. Her mother's legs were wrapped around her son's back and her heels raked his flanks urging him on; they were kissing each other passionately. Although there was no sound Jennifer could tell when they climaxed; her mother drummed her heels on David's back and her red fingernails ploughed red furrows in his flesh. David pounded in and out of his mother emptying his seed into her. The clip concluded with them kissing and petting each other like lovers.
Jennifer was dumbfounded, but she had to admit she was also a little aroused; her panties clung to her sex.
"Jesus! What are you two to doing? Are you both crazy?" she said to the empty room; her head spinning.
She opened up the remaining files. They were a litany of lust and depravity: cunnilingus, fellatio, masturbation and intercourse. She noticed that in most of the videos her mother was dressed in lingerie, hose and heels; in fact in some of them she hardly took off her clothes. David seemed to like fucking his mother in various states of undress but hardly ever naked. In one clip her mother masturbated him with her stockinged feet and he ejaculated over her soles and toes.
Jennifer closed the files and removed any evidence that she had logged into the computer. She sat in the chair thinking and then it dawned on her. The camera! The camera had to hidden in her mother's bedroom! She stood up and strode away form the desk.
Jennifer stood in her mother's bedroom and stared at the bed.
"This is where he fucks her," she said to herself.
It took no time at all to find the camera David had hidden between the blankets stacked on the top of the wardrobe. She stood on a chair and removed it. It was about the same shape and size as a tube of lipstick and had a small wire aerial on the back. There was also a small LED on the back; it glowed a dull red indicating the camera was switched off. David must somehow activate it remotely she reasoned.
She carefully replaced the camera and made her way over to her mother's bed. She sat down on the bed, her head spinning. Just what the hell was going on this house? Her eyes suddenly locked on the drawer of the bedside table. She slowly opened the drawer and reached inside. Her hand explored the contents of the drawer, mainly lingerie and nylons and then her fingers closed on a cold hard plastic cylinder. Her mother's vibrator.
Jennifer examined the cylindrical object critically; she had never used one but she had heard about them and seen them advertised. It was silver, shiny and smooth with a tapered tip. She flicked the switch and was quite surprised at how intensely it vibrated in her hand. She bought it to her face and lightly ran it over her cheek. Could she smell a scintilla of her mother's vaginal juices? She put it on her leg and rubbed it on her thigh; it was quite sensual.
The images of her mother masturbating with this very object and of her fucking David on this very bed came flooding back. She slid the vibrator slowly up her thigh, under her skirt and in the crease at the top of her leg. She shivered and felt herself become wet again. She rubbed the vibrator up and down her legs; it hissed against her nylon pantyhose.
Jennifer looked at her watch; mom and David wouldn't back for at least an hour. She lay back on her mother's bed and rubbed the vibrator up and down her thighs slowly building up her sexual fervour. When she could stand the suspense no longer she flicked up her dress fully exposing her lower body. She ran the vibrator lightly over her sex, still covered by her hose and panties. The vibrations were highly arousing and she couldn't help but push the object hard against her labia; pressing the material of her panties and hose into her pubis.
This was too frustrating. She put the vibrator down and hooked her thumbs into the sides of her knickers and pantyhose and yanked them down her thighs and then she snatched up the vibrator and jammed it against her cunt.
"Ooooohhhh!"
Now she knew why some of her girlfriends insisted that vibrators were better than men. She parted her labia and probed her vagina with the hard plastic tool, she put the tip against her clitoris and waves of sexual delight washed over her body.
"Oooooh yessssss!" she hissed.
She pushed the vibrator inside her and fucked herself with long slow strokes while she fingered her clitty with her free hand for a few minutes until she felt her orgasm approaching. Then she removed the vibrator from her vagina and pushed against her clitoris.
She came. Her whole body shuddered and her feet drummed on the bed. She moaned and writhed as her clitty resonated with surges of intense pleasure. Her orgasm seemed to go forever and then it slowly subsided.
"Oh my god that was intense!" she sighed, pulling up her pantyhose and panties.
She stood up and adjusted her underwear and smoothed out her skirt. She was feeling guilty now and anxious to get out of her mother's bedroom. She took the vibrator into the ensuite and carefully washed it, but she couldn't help having a quick sniff before she did so. It reeked of her vaginal juices.
She carefully replaced the vibrator in the drawer and straightened out the bedding on her mother's bed. She looked around a final time to make sure that she left the room was exactly as she found it. She switched off the light and closed the door.
In the dark deserted bedroom, between the blankets stacked on the top of Michele Cashmore's wardrobe, the small lens of the camera was barely visible. The tiny LED on the back of camera glowed green.