Son You Know We Shouldn't Ch. 03

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.

To be continued...