Chapter 6
Nicole entered her son's room and shook her head at the disarray that surrounded her, typical of a teenager's bedroom. She walked across his room and casually tossed his textbook onto his desk, the book nudging the mouse of his computer as it slid further than she thought. His monitors woke up, surprising her, as she knew Mitch always shut everything down when he was finished using his computer. He must have forgotten, having fallen back to sleep and then hurrying out when Justin had arrived. The computer was blinking at her, asking for a password. Never having had this happen before, her curiosity got the better of her.
"I really shouldn't be doing this," she said to herself as she sat down in her son's rolling desk chair and moved the cursor to the password space. She figured if she didn't get the password in a couple of tries, she'd just leave it, and go about her day. "Okay, what would Mitch have for his password?" She thought for a few seconds and then tried his name, typing in M-i-t-c-h. That didn't work. She gave it some more thought. "What is something that's important to him, some name or some thing that he'd use as his password?" He didn't have a girlfriend, and Mitch was too mature to just use the name of some girl that was a passing fancy anyways. No—it would have to be something more long-lasting, something that was special to him. And then an idea popped into her head. At the same time Mitch had gotten his computer, their family pet, a lovable mongrel they'd had since Mitch was about four years old, had died. Mitch had loved that dog, the two of them inseparable, and that dog had meant more to him than anything else. She decided to try it, typing in "B-a-n-d-i-t". As soon as she hit enter, the computer came to life. She smiled, proud of her detective work in guessing "Bandit" as her son's password. The smile quickly disappeared as she looked at the two monitors, her mouth gaping open in astonishment.
"Oh my God," she whispered under her breath as she took in the tableau of obscene pictures before her. She was looking at nine pictures of women wearing incredibly sexy outfits. One monitor had five pictures of women in various forms of sexy white lingerie, most of them in corsets or bras and garter belts. The other monitor had four pictures side by side of women in tight sweaters and miniskirts, with one shot of a busty woman in a tiny white bikini. At the side of this monitor, there was one window that contained text of some form, the lines of script running down the page about 4" in width. But her eyes were glued to the pictures as she gazed back and forth from one wickedly lewd picture to the next. The women all had two things in common: all of them were incredibly busty and...all of them were HER!
"What the heck....." she mumbled as she leaned closer and looked at the pictures. Up close, she could see that these were not straight-off photos of her, but ones that had been edited in some fashion to put her face on the background pictures. She then remembered her son saving up his money to buy the Photoshop program, saying it would help with his photography hobby. Now she knew exactly what he was doing with the program. Her initial shock at what she'd seen was quickly replaced by curiosity as she looked at the various pictures. She couldn't believe how beautiful she looked in the sexy outfits. The edited pictures were wonderfully done, she had to admit that. Her son had done an excellent job of altering the photos to make them look extremely realistic, with various shots of her face staring back at her. She remembered Mitch constantly pestering her to let him take pictures of her with his camera, and now she knew why. Most of the head shots of her had her face and hair, and then he had placed a necklace on her long neck, basically as a buffering frame between her face and the main part of the picture.
"That's pretty clever," she said to herself as she looked from one picture to the next, the necklaces on the various pictures providing the perfect means to blend in her head shots realistically. She found herself getting more and more aroused as she looked at the sexy pictures, now knowing that her hunky teenage son was infatuated with her, and used these pictures of her to jerk off to. For some reason, she found it wickedly exciting, knowing her son felt this way about her. After looking at the pictures for a few minutes, her eyes were drawn to the window with the text. She could see that the title of the story was written at the top of the window, "My Mom is Exclusively Mine by Laxu". She started reading:
......"Just lean back and enjoy it, Mom," I said as I stepped back slightly and looked down between her spread thighs. She did exactly as I said, leaning back slightly, her arms straight behind her with her palms face down on the dining table. It gave me a perfect view of those tremendous tits of hers, stretching that cherry-red top almost to the bursting point. As I started to work my fingers in and out of her, I watched her chest heaving up and down as her heart raced; her sweet full lips wet and open as she gasped raggedly.
I used the backs of my hands to push the hem of her little white skirt further up out of the way as my hands really went to work beneath it. I slid my fingers deep inside her, her hot little box bubbling like a geyser as I stroked and probed at the hot folds of pink flesh way up inside her. She gasped and moaned continuously as my talented fingers worked her over, her lush mature body flexing and bucking against my probing fingers. I felt her shake and convulse through four more orgasms before I finally ceased the mercilessly blissful torture I was putting her through with my hands....
"Oh fuck," Nicole muttered to herself, her heart starting to beat with excitement from what she was reading. She wanted to read more, but she also wanted to see if her son had more pictures of her like the ones presently on the screens. She figured if she just probed around in his files, he'd be none the wiser—she'd just shut everything down at the end, which she was sure he'd meant to do before rushing off and having forgotten.
"Okay 'Educating Mom', let's just minimize you for awhile," she said as she moved the mouse to the underscore and the text window closed and dropped down onto the task bar. She gave a sharp intake of breath as the picture beneath the story window was revealed. This was definitely a picture of her, she recognized her own aqua blue bikini, and the picture was of her lounging out by the pool. The picture ran the full height of the screen, showing her full curvy body and long tanned legs. She remembered Mitch taking a number of pictures of her out by the pool that day, anxious to make use of his new camera. It was a great shot of her, her body looking beautiful in the tiny bikini, her lush tits all but spilling out of the two triangles that made up the top. But what had made her gasp was that she realized a second photo had been taken of the original photo—but only after her son had masturbated all over it.