It occurs to you that the hall closet peepholes would be a perfect way to take some blackmail pictures of the two of them. Your mom said "Wednesdays are the day"; that's tomorrow! You rush to your favorite computer store and buy one of those fisheye video minicams that seem to be designed for catching hot action through little peepholes, with a power supply. You hurry home, and set it up so that it gives the camera a perfect shot of your mom's bed. You can hardly wait!
The next morning, you fake going to school, and return as quickly as possible. You settle down in your hall-closet screening room, ready to watch the action on the screen of your Powerbook. Soon, you hear them arrive. The two sets of footsteps come up the stairs, past your hiding place, and into your parent's bedroom. You hear the man's voice again, thick with lust. "This is so hot, Lorna. You really know how to give me a... satisfactory job performance."
You can hear the disdain in your mom's voice. "Greg, you know I don't like doing this here. Let's get your little porno dream over with for another week." They walk into camera range. Her jacket is already off, and the creep is sliding her out of her bra with the ease of long practice. Your mom, neat and organized as ever, sets her clothing to the side; but you barely notice.
Those tits! Those incredible mama-melons! They are all that you've dreamed them to be in your nightly masturbations. They sag a little, like only real breasts do; but who cares! The areolae are dark and alluring, two inches across or more. Her nipples are erect, huge and dark; they are as thick as a finger joint, and close to an inch long! You imagine yourself licking and sucking on them, nipping them until she moans beneath you.
While you've been lost in reverie, laughing boy has stripped down. He's not ugly; he must just pull crap like this because he has the personality of a toad, and can't get women any other way. He gestures wordlessly, and your mom gets to her knees before him. She wearily sucks him, an expression of boredom on her face (he doesn't care, he's got his eyes closed). Gradually, though, you can see that she is getting aroused by the whole thing, her nipples hardening as she works. You imagine that it is you she is blowing, with those mindboggling boobs cupped in your hands (Greg doesn't bother), teasing those rock-hard nipples as she pleasures you.
Greg doesn't last long, pulling out and squirting his scum all over those magnificent breasts. They dress hurriedly; the conversation reveals they are in a bit of a hurry today, as both of them have clients, and Greg wants money even more than he wants your mom's body (the more fool he). It is obvious that Greg was turned on by doing this in your parents' bedroom; and that your mom is uncomfortable with what she has done.
You check the Quicktime file after they leave, and it is marvelous! You shoot off once more, just reviewing the digital movie! You make a few judicious selections of stills which make it especially clear what is going on, and burn those images onto a separate disk CD-R, as well as printing them on your inkjet. You make two more CD-R's of the movie, to stash in safe places; then disable the whole setup and put the components discretely away.
Now, what do you do with this lovely blackmail material? And what do you do about this creep who is abusing your mother? |