After a few shocked seconds of silently spying on your mother's illicit tryst with your older brother, you regain your senses and a crude plan begins to form in your mind. Stepping silently back into the hallway you hurry to your own bedroom, desperately searching for where you left your digital camera. After what seems an eternity you finally find the camera and hurry back towards your mom's room. You manage to get back just in time to see Keith pull his cock out of your mother, shooting several thick ribbons of semen across her heaving chest. You manage to click a few pictures of the two of them, especially liking the one of Mom leaning forward to suck the last of her son's come out of his deflating cock. You are tempted to stay longer, hoping to see more but know that if Keith catches you he'll not only destroy the camera but probably you as well. Besides, this now gives you an idea of how to get with your mother.
Returning to your room, you sit down at your computer and quickly load the memory card, downloading the photos and printing a couple of the more revealing ones. Taking the photos, you tuck them into your shirt just as you hear the door of your mother's room shut and footsteps in the hall. Stepping to your door, you see Keith sauntering down the hallway, a look of contentment on his face as he enters his bedroom. As his door shuts, you hear the shower start up. “Mom must be cleaning up,” you murmur to yourself, your fingers going to the bundle of photos inside your shirt. You wait until you hear the water shut off before stepping into the hallway, waiting for your mother to appear. A few moments later she does, her sexy body wrapped only in a towel, her long legs still glistening with water as she started towards her bedroom. “Mom?” You call out, stopping her as you approach her.
“Yes, honey?” She asks politely, her hand reaching up to hold her towel in place. “What is it?”
“I've got something I want to show you,” you say reaching into your shirt to pull out one photograph, holding it up in front of her face. “Care to explain, Mom?” |