 
              --===Net Wolf | Caught in the Web | Chapter 1===--
 
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Caught in the Web
 
Chapter 1
 


*Thanks to FeyRen for the initial story concept.*
 


Joe walked in the door, his sister tagging along close behind him. She closed
the door, and they both headed to the kitchen to get a drink. The two sat at
the table, chatting about their day and just relaxing from another long, ugly
day at school.
 
Finally, Jamie asked, "Where's Mom?"
 
"Dunno. Maybe she went out to get something." Their mother, Erica Braden,
worked at home. Her children believed her to be the webmaster for three
websites owned by a small company in Detroit. She was, of course, able to work
out of their home, after having the appropriate broadband connections
installed.
 
"You got much homework?" Jamie asked him.
 
"Just math and history. Why do they have to give me history homework over a
fuckin' weekend?"
 
"Otherwise, you might enjoy yourself."
 
Joe laughed at her. "Yeah, you're probably right."
 
Jamie stretched, and got up from her chair. She automatically grabbed her
brother's empty glass along with her own, rinsed them both, and put them in
the dishwasher. "Well, I'm going to my room to watch some TV, unless you've
got something fun we can do."
 
"Sorry. I was just going to check my email and do some surfing."
 
"You and that computer. You're going to marry an android!" She'd heard the
word on TV, but was barely aware of what an android was.
 
"Am not!" He swung at her playfully, but she moved out of the way. He nearly
fell out of his chair, and she laughed at him, but then she hustled down the
hall to avoid retaliation.
 
Joe laughed at himself as he got up from the table. His sister was wonderful.
Oh, they kidded with each other and teased, but they never fought. She was the
one bright spot in his school day, and she was great to have around at home,
too. Since they were twins, they'd grown up together, and they'd experienced
all the ills and joys of getting older. She'd come to him, not her mother,
when she'd had her first period. Of course, all he could do was tell her to go
see Mom, but he remembered that she came to him *first*.
 
He wandered back to his bedroom. He looked into his mother's room, wondering
if she'd decided to lie down, but didn't see her there. He wondered, briefly,
if things were okay, but nothing bad had happened to the family since Dad had
died, so he didn't concern himself too much.
 
Steve Braden had been a good father and a good husband, but he had contracted
bone marrow cancer early in his life. The disease had strung itself out, and
finally, when none of the treatments were doing any good, they had put him on
morphine and simply waited. It was an awful, painful thing to see, and it had
brought the three surviving members of the household together more tightly
than any of them could have imagined. It was hard living without Dad, but in
the last few years, Joe had adjusted. He didn't like it, but he could live
with it.
 
Once inside his room, he closed the door and then kicked off his shoes. He
yanked off his socks and sat down at his computer. Waking it from Sleep Mode,
he clicked open his email program. Junk, junk, and more junk filled his Inbox,
and he deleted it all. There were two emails from relatives, and he read
through those, but they didn't say anything of import.
 
Having cleared away his email for the day, Joe wondered what to do next. He
could surf to some of his favorite sites - most of which involved naked girls
- or he could go over to Usenet. He decided to see if there was anything at
all interesting in the newsgroups this day, and so he opened his news reader.
 
Most of what he found on the Usenet was pure junk. Either it was old, out of
date, or it was bogus. He was just about to give up when he ran across one
message that caught his attention.
 
The message itself wasn't unusual; it was just another ad for just another
video porn site. However, one of the things that Joe had learned was to look
at such messages carefully. There was an underground password-sharing network,
and this ad fell into that category. It wasn't easy to decipher the
information, unless you had the program they used to produce the message.
 
Joe had gotten that program from a friend over a year ago.
 
He copied the message, and ran it through his program. Out popped the
appropriate URL, the username, and the password that he would need to access
the site for free. In many cases, these username/password combinations didn't
actually go to an account, but had been written as back doors into the system.
 
Joe smiled as he added this site to his growing list of accessible sites. He
wasn't really a hacker; he couldn't break into these places himself. He wasn't
averse to using the information, though.
 
He closed down his news reader, and fired up Internet Explorer. He typed in
the URL, and waited for a brief moment for the pop-up dialog asking for his
authentication. He carefully typed in the information he'd gotten from the
message. Sure enough, he was in.
 
The site was titled "Slut Wives and other Hot Mamas." Joe always found it
stupid how they tried to come up with unique names for these places. His
glance through the first page showed that there were some very nice-looking
women on this site. A little older than he usually looked at, perhaps, but it
was still good viewing for a fifteen-year-old.
 
He spent a few minutes just learning to navigate the site before he bothered
digging into the place. He considered just setting it to download everything
to his hard drive, but he realized on a site like this one, that could eat up
his entire hard drive. He'd have to be selective about his downloads.
 
After another fifteen minutes, he ran across "Tanya". He knew better than to
think the name was real. What caught his attention was the picture of a
smiling brunette with deep green eyes.
 
*That looks like... no way, it can't be.*
 
He clicked on the link, and up popped a bigger picture of "Tanya". A *nude*
picture of her. He stared. The face was an exact match, but...
 
*She wouldn't be doing this kind of thing. Would she?*
 
He really wasn't sure. He scrolled through the thumbnails that represented the
videos. It was obvious 'Tanya' had been doing this for quite a while. Near the
bottom, Joe stopped scrolling, his hand frozen on his trackball.
 
*That outfit. I've *seen* that outfit on her! She's *worn* that outfit around
town!* It was impossible for him to deny it now. Seeing those clothes, under
that face, he was struck by the thought.
 
*My Mom makes porn movies.*
 
Slowly, his hand shaking, Joe clicked on the link.
 



 


Erica Braden stood before the camera in a tight, light blue blouse and jean
shorts. Her shoulder-length brown hair was done up in a ponytail. She was
wearing white high heels that accentuated her long legs. Her chest was
straining the blouse, and she had a come-hither look on her face.
 
There was no music, and she had no script. Her hands moved of their own
accord, sliding along her sides until they reached up to cup her tits. She
moaned out loud for the camera. Her hands rubbed her breasts repeatedly, until
she couldn't take any more of that. She let her hands slide back down to her
hips, keeping contact with her body all the way. She turned around, and then
spread her legs apart.
 
Sliding her hands down the outside of her thighs, Erica bent over until she
was again looking at the camera. Her tongue slipped out to lick at her lips.
She knew the cameraman, sitting in his own home several states away, would
zoom in or switch cameras as he saw fit. She continued to massage her thighs,
and then she slipped her hands up and back, onto her ass. She squeezed her ass
cheeks through her jean shorts, and moaned again. It felt good to her.
 
Finally, she stood back up, and turned her torso without moving her feet. She
was half-facing the camera now, and her hands strayed back up to her tits. She
played for a few moments, and then her fingers moved up to the buttons on her
blouse.
 
She switched her gaze to a different camera, but didn't change her body
posture. She looked at the camera through hooded eyes as she slowly
manipulated the buttons, opening each one slowly. As she reached the bottom,
she pulled the blouse free of her shorts. She held it close against her chest
as she turned all the way around, giving whichever camera was in use a good
shot of her entire body. 

She pulled the blouse open, allowing her navy blue bra to show clearly to the
camera. It was lacy and almost see-through, and she loved the feel of the
fabric against her tits. Her blouse was pulled slowly off her shoulders, and
then down off her arms. It was thrown unceremoniously off-camera. Erica's
hands returned to her tits, squeezing and molding her flesh. She pinched her
nipples through the thin bra, and she groaned in pleasure. Her one hand
strayed down to play between her legs. Even through the heavy denim, her hand
pressing up against her crotch was enough to get her hot.
 
Erica moved over to the hope chest, and raised her leg to put her foot up on
it. She stroked the skin of her calf and then her thigh, staring with lust at
the camera. Slowly, she undid her shoe, pulling it off her foot. The process
was repeated with the other one, and then she returned to her soundless dance
of passion. Standing barefoot, she spread her legs again, her hand straying
there and pressing strongly up against her wet pussy, though the pants were in
the way.
 
Erica decided to correct that, and moved her hands to undo the shorts. Once
undone, she danced and wiggled her hips as she pushed the heavy garment down
off her hips. It fell to the floor, and she stepped out of it. The removal of
her shorts revealed matching blue bikini panties, which it was clear were
soaked.
 
Unable to resist, Erica pushed her hand deep between her legs. Her fingers
pressed her panties upward, pushing the material between her cunt lips. She
cried out in passion, lost in her own arousal. Her other hand mauled her tit,
pulling the cup of her bra out of the way so that she could pinch her nipple
directly.
 
Coming to her senses only slightly, Erica stepped backward, and then sat down
on the bed. She lay back and then pushed her panties down off her hips. She
kept her legs high, sliding the panties up her legs until she could get them
off. She sat back up, her legs spread lewdly, and she unfastened her bra. Now
naked, she scooted herself fully onto the bed. Her legs remained spread, and
her hand now assaulted her bare cunt, which she kept neatly shaven.
 
Erica's fingers played against her pussy lips, occasionally dipping between
them to tease her own hole. Her other hand was twisting her nipple, and she
was moaning loudly in pleasure. Finally, her middle finger sank deep into her
cunt, and she groaned at the sensation. Erica brought her free hand to her
mouth, sucking on a finger as she continued to finger-fuck herself.
 
Erica's finger was fairly flying in and out of her twat, but she wanted more.
She pulled her finger out of her pussy, and reached over to the nightstand.
There, she picked up a vibrator, shaped like a dick, and rather long. She
turned it on, and loved how it hummed in her hands. She brought it to her
mouth, licking it a few times to get it lubed. Then she brought the plastic
phallus down to her pussy.
 
Erica writhed as she pushed the vibrating dildo inside of herself. Her pussy
loved this. It wasn't as good as real sex, but it was still damned good.
Finally, she had it in her, and she moved around, making herself comfortable
with the large instrument. Its buzzing was driving her pussy wild, and she was
already fighting the waves of pleasure. She began to slide it in and out of
herself, driving her ever nearer to her orgasm.
 
She returned to licking her finger for a few more seconds, but then it strayed
down behind her. Erica kept moving the dildo in her cunt as she pressed her
middle finger against her ass. She kept up the pressure, loving every second
of it. Her finger finally sank in to the first knuckle, and then, slowly, to
the second. Now, she began to move her finger in rhythm with the dildo,
alternating them in and out. 

Erica knew it would not be long before she came this way. She was already
holding back the wave of her orgasm. She wanted to enjoy the pleasure just a
little longer, just a little...
 
Erica screamed out as her climax overtook her. Her body was wracked with
spasms and she thrashed around on the bed. Her finger came out of her ass, but
her pussy had clamped tightly to the dildo, and it was sending delicious
shivers throughout her cunt. She continued to twist back and forth on the bed,
just letting her orgasm wash over her. She blanked for a moment, seeing only
the burst of pleasure in her mind.
 
Finally, she came down from her peak, pulling the vibrator out of her
still-tingling cunt. She turned it off and dropped it on the bed. She knew
that the cameras were no longer watching. She collapsed on the bed exhausted,
sated, and happy.
 



 


Joe was out of breath when the video clicked off. He looked down and realized
that, without having touched himself at all, he'd come in his pants. That was
mildly embarrassing, but more troubling was that he'd done so, *while looking
at his mother.*
 
As he changed his clothes, he thought about it. *God, what is she doing? I
mean, why? I thought her webmaster job paid pretty well. Are we this hard up
for money? I know she wouldn't want to tell me and Jamie about it, but...
shit! What do I do about it? Do I do *anything* about it?*
 
One thing he knew for sure he *was* going to do about it, and he was only
mildly ashamed of himself. He was downloading every damned one of those
videos. He set his computer at that task, which he knew would only take a few
minutes. Then he flopped himself down on his bed.
 
As he stared up at the ceiling, he just couldn't seem to wrap his mind around
the thought. *Mom... is... a stripper? Worse, I don't think strippers go that
far. My mom makes porn. Other guys are staring at my mom, right now. Other
guys are... whacking off... to Mom. Jesus! Fuck, what if the kids at school
found out about this?*
 
*What about Jamie?*
 
That thought nearly sent him into a panic. Jamie probably would not like the
idea of their mother selling her body for money. It *had to be* the money. Joe
would not let his mind consider any other possibilities. Mom needed money, and
this was how she was getting it. He figured they were spending too much on
stuff for him and Jamie, and so, first thing, he would cut down as much as
possible on the amount of money he was costing his mother. She didn't need to
be doing that. Certainly, she didn't need to be doing it just so he could have
new sneakers every six months.
 
He hopped up off the bed and went and turned off his monitor. It was wasting
electricity. He sat at his desk and thought about what else he could do. Could
he get Jamie to help him? But how would he do that, without telling her? He'd
have to think of something.
 
He was confused about what had suddenly happened. His mother had always been a
stabilizing influence; she'd gotten them all through the death of their
father. This seemed so out of character for her.
 
*But what if it's not?*
 
Joe shoved that thought deep down into his mind. It *was* out of character for
her, and that was final, his conscious mind said. That little voice remained
quiet, for the moment, but there was still a nagging feeling in the pit of
Joe's stomach.
 
*What do I do? Tell her I know? She'd kill me for looking at that stuff! Then
again, if she's *making* that stuff, she can't yell too much... but I don't
think she'd like to know that I've seen it. So what do I do?*
 
Joe moved back to his bed. He tried lying down, but he was just too restless
now. He paced back and forth, trying to get his mind to come to terms with
this concept. The thoughts played over and over in his mind, but there were no
answers. He didn't have a clue what he was supposed to do in this situation.
 
*Can I ask anyone? Jamie? Hell, no, she'd freak. Someone at school? Who? Maybe
a teacher? God, no, they'd call the cops on her...* Joe was thoroughly worked
up by the time he heard the front door open and close. He heard his mother
announce that she was home, but he was in no condition to see her just now.
Not with that *other* image of her still so fresh in his mind.
 
*What the hell do I do?*
 


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Erica came through the front door loaded down with three plastic bags full of
Chinese takeout, and another, darker colored bag with her own special
purchases in it. She pushed the door closed with her butt, and then walked
through the living room into the dining area of the kitchen to set down the
bags.
 
"Kids, I'm home!" she called up the stairs as she headed past them.
 
Jamie stuck her head out of her bedroom and looked back down the stairs, the
open door allowing her classic rock to fill the hallway.
 
"Hey, Mom, you need some help?"
 
"No," Erica answered, maybe a little too quickly, "I can handle it. Dinner
will be ready in a few minutes."
 
"Okay." Jamie disappeared back through the doorway and shut her door again,
cutting the music off and leaving the downstairs in silence once again.
 
*That's the last thing I need right this second...her to come help me.* Erica
lived in a state of elevated anxiety; she worried that her children would
discover her secret and hate her for it. Since her husband's death, she had
lived for her children, and the thought of them discovering how she was making
that living was terrifying to the young widow. *No,* she told herself as she
headed toward the locked basement door, her special bag in hand, *be honest,
it's the thought that they'd reject you if they learned that terrifies you.*
Erica was forced to admit that her conscience was right...the idea of them
learning about her activities excited her just a little bit, but she knew
they'd never understand why she did it. 

Erica quickly squelched her current train of thought as she unlocked the
basement door with one of her keys...the only key to this door that existed.
She was glad that they had never needed to use the extra space, for it had
allowed her the room to set up her own permanent recording studio when she'd
gotten this job. She flipped on the light, stepped onto the stairs, and tossed
her package onto the bed with a practiced throw. She didn't bother unwrapping
them and putting them up yet because she intended to use them in her video
tomorrow morning, and besides, dinner was getting cold. She turned the light
back off and headed back to the kitchen, making sure to shut and lock the door
behind her.
 
As she headed back into the dining room, she forced her work life to the back
of her mind and tried to focus on her job as mother to two kids. This was
family time, and if there was one of Stephen's rules that she kept, it was
that work worries were not welcome at family time. That held even more true
now...*her *work wasn't welcome at the table at all. She hummed a nameless
tune as she set the table and wondered what had happened in her children's
lives today. *Well,* she thought as she called to them to wash up, *I'll find
out soon enough.*
 


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Joe had reached no answer at all by the time his mother called them to dinner,
which wasn't too long after she'd gotten home. That meant take-out food again.
Not that Joe minded at all; he liked fast food. He tried to pull himself
together before opening his door and heading down the stairs.
 
Jamie met up with him just as he got to the dining room. She could tell
something was bugging him, but she didn't know what it was. Seeing the way he
was trying to keep his face straight, she knew it wasn't something he was
going to talk about, at least not in front of their mother.
 
Erica was setting the Chinese food out on plates as they entered the room and
sat down.
 
"Hi guys, how was school today?" she asked brightly.
 
"Okay," Jamie replied noncommittally.
 
"Um... fine, I guess," Joe said, uncomfortable to be so close to his mother
right after having seen her... *Stop it! You've got to stop remembering the
images!* But he couldn't.
 
Their mother laughed at the two of them. "That's what I love about you two...
you never bore me with too many details. Really, anything cool happen?" Erica
prodded.
 
"Nope, just the usual sh...uh, I mean junk," Jamie said, blushing at her
almost-slip.
 
Erica chuckled at her daughter. She'd never bothered with punishing them for
swearing in front of her, but she had asked them to keep it to a minimum. She
turned to wait for her son's response to her question, but Joe wouldn't look
at her, and he was fidgeting uncomfortably in his chair. She eyed him, but it
was obvious she wasn't going to get more of an answer than the brief shake of
his head that he'd given her. 

Giving up on him for the moment, Erica said, "Well, let's eat." She noted that
Joe dug into his food immediately, and he didn't seem interested in the usual
banter he would normally have kept up with his sister. Although she considered
asking him what was bothering him, she decided to let it lie. If he wanted to
talk about it, he would. Her thoughts were interrupted by her daughter.
 
"Hey Mom, where were you when we got home?" Jamie asked.
 
Erica motioned to the food on the table. "This didn't get here by magic, you
know."
 
Jamie laughed at her mother. Erica noticed that Joe did not, though he did
give a slight smirk. This was unusual for her son, who was usually so open
with his family. She wondered if she could prod him into talking about it.
 
"Joe... Everything okay?" she asked with concern.
 
Joe squirmed even more, but tried to keep his voice even while talking to her.
Even speaking with her was now a chore. "Uh... yeah, Mom. Just... uh, school
stuff... homework, that kind of thing."
 
Erica laughed, hoping to lighten the mood. "Yeah, I remember homework. That's
the only kind of work I do!"
 
Joe smiled dutifully at his mother, and Jamie laughed easily. Joe, wondering
if he could get his mother to say *something* about what he'd seen, said,
"Funny, Mom. Anything interesting happening at the website?"
 
Erica was slightly more cautious with her answer, and Joe, for the first time,
noticed some evasiveness from his mother. "No, not really. Just the same old
stuff." Joe didn't say anything, but he did look askance at her before
returning to his meal with gusto.
 
Jamie looked at her brother in puzzlement, but could see now that he was
clearly not willing to talk about whatever it was that was bothering him. She
vowed to herself that she'd get to the bottom of it before the night was over.
If something was bothering her brother, it would soon be bothering her.
 
"So, Jamie... You got a lot of homework, too?" Erica asked, trying to keep up
a light conversation.
 
Jamie replied, "Not really... I guess my teachers don't like giving it over
the weekend as much as *his* do." She stuck her tongue out at Joe, who looked
at her balefully, but didn't bother with any kind of retort, which was very
unusual for him. Erica, noting this, cocked her head at her son in curiosity.
 
"Must be a big project...what class?" she asked.
 
For a moment, Joe panicked. He'd lied to his mother, and he hadn't really
thought it through. Of course, she'd lied, too, but he couldn't very well call
her on that, now could he? Thinking quickly, he came up with, "Uh... Science.
You know, biology." Nearly blushing from the double-meaning of that particular
phrase, Joe looked away, back down at his dinner. He wasn't used to lying to
his mother, either.
 
"What do you have to do?" she asked, more just to keep him talking than
anything.
 
"Just some research on the Internet... gotta find different examples of...
life cycles and things like that," he responded, pulling something meaningless
out of thin air.
 
"Oh. Sounds like fun," Erica said, trying to put some enthusiasm into her
voice.
 
"Um... well, yeah, kinda," Joe replied. He was embarrassed that, yes, he *had*
found watching his mother strip for him extremely exciting.
 
Erica laughed lightly. "As long as you can use your computer, right?" She felt
the strain of this conversation, but she was determined to pull him out of his
shell.
 
Joe finally smiled at his mother, but it was brief, and not what he would
usually have given her for the remark. "Yeah," he said finally.
 
Erica could see that she wasn't going to get anything out of him. She sighed
silently to herself and gave up. "Well, finish your supper, guys, then go take
care of your homework. I've still got some stuff I need to do, too," she said.
 
"I bet," Joe mumbled to himself, low enough that neither of the others caught
the remark.
 
"What?" his mom asked curiously.
 
"Huh? Oh, nothing, just...thinking out loud, is all. Sorry," he said,
embarrassed that she'd heard him at all.
 
"Okay..." Erica returned to her meal, but continued to watch her son out of
the corner of her eye. Joe studiously avoided looking at his mother, instead
focusing entirely on what he was putting into his mouth. Meanwhile, Jamie was
staring blatantly at both of them, trying to figure out if there was a sudden
problem in her family that she didn't know about.
 
*Well, I'll find out just as soon as dinner is over, that's for damn sure.*
 
The remainder of the meal was eaten in silence.
 


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As soon as he was finished eating, Joe excused himself to head back up to his
room. He sat down at his computer, and stared at the screen. He didn't know
what to do now any more than he had known before dinner. He realized, though,
that he had to come up with something, because dinner had been the most
awkward thing he could have imagined.
 
He sat, doodling aimlessly with the cursor, when he noticed himself straying
toward the folder where he'd downloaded his mother's videos. He consciously
moved the cursor as far away from that as he could get it. *Shit! I've got to
find an answer. This is going to drive me nuts if I don't come up with
something!*
 
Just then, a knock at the door startled him. He swallowed his heart back down
into his throat and called out, "C'mon in." Jamie opened the door and stuck
her head in.
 
"Got a minute?"
 
Joe activated his screen saver and said, "Sure."
 
Jamie closed the door behind herself, and then walked over to his beanbag
chair. Flopping herself down in it, she stared him in the eye and said, "Spill
it."
 
"Huh?" he said, just as an opening position. He knew what she was talking
about, unfortunately.
 
"Don't give me that shit! You know what I mean. Eating dinner was like being
stuck in some damned movie where the world is about to collapse but only the
people watching know that! What the hell is going on between you two?"
 
Joe had no intention of telling Jamie. It would only make things worse. Jamie
would definitely be as confused, if not more so, than Joe was, and he didn't
want to put her through that. He did have to tell her something, though.
 
"Look, if I tell you, you've got to swear not to say anything to Mom."
 
Jamie leaned forward. "Okay."
 
Joe swallowed a couple of times, then decided to run with it. "I think Mom's
working a second job. I'm not sure what it is, but I've been putting some
clues together - don't ask me about them, okay? - and I really think Mom is
working too hard."
 
Jamie's eyes had opened wider at the thought. "Why would she be doing that?"
 
"The only reason anyone takes a second job, Jamie, is because they need money."
 
"I thought we were doing okay..."
 
"So did I, but maybe that's what Mom wants us to think, ya know? I can't tell
her I know, and you can't, either. She obviously doesn't want us to know this,
but I don't like what she's doing."
 
"Yeah. So, what do we do?"
 
"Try to save as much money as we can. Turn off lights, don't use lots of
things at once. Don't buy as many new clothes. Make your sneakers last longer.
Stuff like that. Pretend *we* have to pay for it, and live like that."
 
"Geez, Joe, you'd think she'd talk to us about this stuff."
 
"Ever since Dad... you know... well, she's tried to be Mom and Dad at the same
time."
 
"I guess. So, that's what the thing at dinner was about?"
 
"Yeah. I just figured it all out today."
 
"Well, I'll do my part. You can count on me, Big Brother!"
 
He finally laughed. 'Big Brother' was a joke. He'd preceded her by all of a
minute and a half.
 
"Great," he said. "Now get outta here and let me get some work done."
 
She swatted him in passing, but headed out the door.
 
*Well, that should at least keep Jamie out of it, and if it really is the
money, doing that stuff should help. But what if it's not the money?* He
slapped his mind down again. *It *is* the money, dammit!*
 
But Joe still didn't know what he should do about it.
 



 


Joe managed to make it through the weekend, and while things were not settling
back to normality, there was at least a routine re-establishing itself. Joe
tried to avoid his mother as much as he could, because he couldn't seem to
keep his eyes from roving her body and wondering what she looked like under
her clothes in person.
 
That didn't stop him from watching her videos. He even downloaded and
masturbated to the new one she did over the weekend. He knew it was unhealthy,
but he couldn't stop himself. He freely admitted she was a beautiful and sexy
woman, and he enjoyed watching her perform, even while a part of his mind
punished him for thinking like that.
 
Joe's real problem was that the thoughts about his mother - especially the
ones where he was remembering her naked body - distracted him from other
things. He'd already been yelled at twice for not paying attention in class.
His inattentiveness at this moment, however, was more serious.
 
Joe was mindlessly walking toward the spot where he met his sister every day,
while thinking about his mother's latest video. He wasn't watching where he
was going at all, and he bumped into someone. This wouldn't have been a major
problem if the someone he had bumped into hadn't been Terry Bishop, the class
bully.
 
"What the fuck's your problem?" Terry snarled. "Watch where the fuck you're
going!"
 
"Yeah, sorry," Joe said, still distracted, as he was having trouble shaking
the image he had just had of his mother.
 
"Yeah, you're gonna be sorry, you little shit," Terry said. He pulled his arm
back, ready to punch.
 
Joe wasn't so out of it that he didn't know danger when it slapped him in the
face. He was instantly focused and aware of what was about to happen. The
thing about Joe, however, was that he was no pushover. While not muscular, he
was wiry and agile. As Terry swung, Joe ducked and stepped sideways, allowing
Terry to fan the air. Terry turned and growled, swinging again. Joe ducked
away one more time.
 
"Back off, Terry," Joe warned. He knew that was futile, but he could see a
teacher standing nearby, so he had to give the guy an opportunity to back off.
 
Terry didn't want such an opportunity, however. He snarled and swung strongly
on Joe once again. Joe bobbed once more, moving like a weasel. He heard his
sister call his name in terror, but Joe blocked that from his mind for the
next few seconds. He stepped back slightly, cocked his knee, and kicked Terry
in the balls as hard as he could.
 
Terry Bishop let out the most girlish squeak that Joe had ever heard uttered
by a guy. Terry grabbed at his balls and collapsed to the ground. He turned
over and puked up his lunch, which was very unappetizing to look at.
 
Joe sensed that Jamie was behind him before he heard her gasp. "Joe, are you
okay?"
 
Joe turned to her. "Yeah, I'm all right."
 
"Mr. Braden," the teacher called out. Joe didn't bother trying to run. He knew
that she had seen the entire event.
 
Mrs. Castor walked over to the twins, and looked down at Terry Bishop. "That
was rather harsh, Mr. Braden."
 
"Hey, I apologized for bumping into him... and I did tell him to back off. He
wouldn't listen, and sooner or later he was going to connect."
 
"I suppose so. I'm more concerned, truthfully, about why you bumped into him.
You have seemed very distracted the last couple of days. I've watched you in
my class, and while I've not said anything, I know that other teachers have
had to reprimand you for not paying attention. Is there something going on
you'd like to talk about? Perhaps in private?"
 
Joe looked over at his sister, and then back at Mrs. Castor. "Oh, no. It's
just... I recently found out that my mom is doing something I didn't know
about. I'm just... having trouble accepting it."
 
"She isn't doing something to your sister..."
 
Joe was quick to shake his head negatively. "No, no. Nothing like that. It's
nothing illegal. Just something I didn't expect that she would do. I'm just...
I didn't used to think of her that way, and now I have to. It's taking a bit
of adjusting."
 
"I... see," said the teacher. She didn't. "Well, okay then. No reason to take
this matter up with the principal... he'd only send you home and suspend Mr.
Bishop, anyway. You two have a good afternoon."
 
"Thanks, Mrs. Castor. We will."
 
As the two kids walked away, toward home, neither of them realized that one of
Joe's other classmates had overheard the conversation. And it was very clear
to her just exactly what Joe meant, even if the teacher didn't get it.
 
*Hmmm. That's interesting. I wonder just what she's doing. I bet I can find
out.*
 



 


Joe rolled out of bed the next morning, and stumbled his way to the bathroom.
He was not sleeping as well as he'd like, and he knew the cause.
 
The cause of his sleeplessness was also the thing that perked him up in the
morning, as he switched on his computer and waited for it to connect to the
Internet. He didn't bother with breakfast, and he got dressed as his computer
booted, so that by the time it was checking his email, he was ready for
school, and he sat down to his computer to check...
 
*All right!* his mind exulted, and then he had to berate himself. He should
not be looking at naked videos of his mother.
 
*But other guys are, so why shouldn't I? She obviously doesn't care who sees
them...*
 
Joe set aside the debate as he set about downloading the new video, which she
had obviously produced either last night, or the night before. He unzipped his
pants and took out his cock as the video finished downloading, and started
playing. Normally he would have waited until after school, but he was too
damned horny to resist this morning.
 
Joe was engrossed as his mother stripped for him on screen. That was, at
least, how he thought of it. His hand moved rapidly on his cock; his morning
horniness adding to the sheer illicit pleasure of what he was watching.
 
Just as Erica was slipping her dildo into her pussy for the first time, Joe
felt that tingle, and he knew he was going to come. He stood up and grabbed
the hand towel he kept handy for this activity. He grunted loudly as his cum
shot from his dick into the towel over and over, until finally he was able to
come down from his climax and open his eyes. The video played on as he wiped
his cock clean and dropped the towel back into the dirty clothes pile. His
mother would be doing laundry today, as usual.
 
Joe stuffed himself back into his pants, and sat back down in his chair,
continuing to watch the video for a few more seconds, but then there was a
knock at the door.
 
"Shit!" Joe hissed, and quickly pressed the "Boss" key for this program. The
video stopped, and his screen saver kicked in, just as Jamie opened his
bedroom door.
 
"Kick it loose, Big Brother, or we're gonna be late! C'mon, we gotta get
going!"
 
Joe looked at the clock and cursed. They were already five minutes later than
usual leaving the house. He grabbed his book bag off the bed, and followed his
sister out the door, completely forgetting to shut off his computer.
 


-----
 


Erica came into Joe's room a couple hours later to collect the laundry. She
noticed the hand towel on top of the dirty clothes, and she could smell her
son's cum on it. She smiled to herself, and wondered if Joe's withdrawn
attitude of late had something to do with a girl. She couldn't possibly guess
how close to the truth that was. She noticed, as she piled his dirty clothes
into the laundry basket, that he had left his computer on. She considered
turning it off, but figured it wasn't wasting enough energy to worry about.
 
Finished with her task, Erica left the room to carry on with her chores for
the day.
 


-----
 


Joe stumbled into class just as the last bell rang. His teacher glared at him
for almost being late, but said nothing. As he took his seat and got out his
book, Joe completely forgot about his mother, her job, and his computer.
 


-----
 


Erica whistled a tune as she came back down the hall from putting her
daughter's laundry away. She saw the mailman outside, and decided to go
retrieve the mail, which would probably be a load of bills.
 
She came back inside and sorted the mail quickly, not surprised to find a
magazine for her son in the mail, along with what appeared to be junk mail for
him, but she didn't know what kind of stuff he got in the mail, so she didn't
toss it.
 
With the mail sorted, she went and got her son's laundry, folding it and
putting it into the basket. Plopping the mail on top, she headed back to his
room.
 
As she entered the room, Erica haphazardly dropped her son's mail onto his
desk. The way she did this, however, meant that the magazine's edge nudged his
mouse. She had already turned her back on the computer, however, as the screen
saver turned off, revealing the paused video on screen.
 
Erica went about putting away her son's laundry, blissfully unaware of what
was showing on the screen. That is, until she was finished, and turned to head
out the door.
 
"What the..." Erica murmured to herself. She immediately recognized what was
showing as porn, but from the distance, she didn't yet recognize herself. A
couple steps toward the PC cured that problem.
 
"Oh my god," she gasped. She shakily sat down in her son's chair, and reached
for the mouse. She unpaused the video, and realized that it was her latest
effort.
 
"How long has he known?"
 
Erica quickly paused the video again, and then minimized it. She didn't
normally go rummaging through her son's computer, but it wasn't every day that
she found out he had been looking at the porn videos she made. She quickly
found a folder on his desktop with a cryptic name, and opened it.
 
"Oh, shit," she said. She could see that it was completely full of videos. It
looked like it might possibly be her entire collection. She sat back, staring
open-mouthed at the screen, disbelieving what was in front of her. The tears
didn't take long to start.
 
"Friday. He had to find out Friday. That's why he was acting so strange. He
hates me!" Erica was soon sobbing, oblivious to the world around her.
 
After several minutes of crying, Erica tried to pull herself together. She
closed the directory of videos, and restored the playing video. She tried to
back it up to exactly the spot that it had been before, but she hadn't paid
attention to the time mark. She didn't know that it wouldn't matter; Joe had
been too flustered that morning to notice if she was off by a few seconds.
 
Having restored his computer to the state she had seen it in, including
re-activating his screen saver, Erica grabbed the empty laundry basket and
walked on shaky legs out of his bedroom.
 
*What am I going to do?*
 


-----
 


Joe and Jamie came in together from school, as usual, while Erica was doing a
little housekeeping. They both said hi to her before heading upstairs to
change their clothes. In Joe's case, he noted the magazine on his desk, not
thinking anything of it, until he realized, as he was taking off his school
shirt, that his computer screen was on.
 
*Oh, shit... did she see it?* He moved over to his computer and moved the
mouse, to be confronted with a picture of his mother, naked, with a dildo
shoved up her cunt. He got hard almost immediately, just thinking about it.
 
*You're such a pervert,* he thought to himself, but with only a little guilt.
After all, she didn't seem to be too distraught over what she was doing. *But
what drove her to it? Are we really that far in the hole? I thought her
webmaster job paid pretty well...*
 
Joe went and closed his door, and this time, remembered to lock it. He
stripped off his slacks as he made his way back to his chair, and then he
dumped his underwear to the floor. He cursed when he realized he didn't have a
hand towel in here anymore to catch his cum. A few seconds of rummaging turned
up an old, ragged T-shirt that he never wore. Then he sat back down to finish
watching his mother pleasure herself, with only the barest twinges of guilt
tugging at his mind.
 


-----
 


"Kids! Dinner's ready!"
 
Joe and Jamie came rushing down the stairs at their mother's call. They were
soon settled around the table and dishing out the chicken casserole. Erica sat
down with her children, hoping that she wouldn't betray herself.
 
"So, how was school?" she asked, as usual.
 
"Fine," Joe said. Though he liked watching her videos, Joe was still
uncomfortable around his mother.
 
"Okay, I guess," Jamie said. "I got a B on my English test."
 
"Well, that's not so bad, Honey," Erica said, trying to cheer her daughter.
"If you did your best, that's all you can do."
 
"I guess," she said.
 
"Joe? Did you get any tests back today?"
 
"No," he replied, stuffing his mouth full of casserole. Despite the fact that
he really did like it, he was mainly keeping his mouth full of food to avoid
talking.
 
The conversation went on between Jamie and Erica for a little bit, while Joe
stuffed his face. Suddenly, however, Jamie innocently asked, "So how's work,
Mom?"
 
Erica paled slightly, glancing over at her son. Joe nearly choked on his food,
she noticed, but he managed to swallow, and then took a big drink of his juice.
 
Turning back to her daughter, who she hoped hadn't noticed the reactions, she
said, very carefully, "It was okay. Same old thing. Nothing new really happens
at work."
 
*Not unless you buy a new dildo,* Joe thought to himself.
 
"How come you never talk about work?" Jamie persisted.
 
Erica began to squirm. She wondered if Joe had told Jamie, and if this was
their way of forcing her to admit what she'd been doing. "Well," she said,
trying to be truthful while concealing the truth, "Because I don't really
figure it's something you want to hear about. I just help keep a website
running, making sure that the content is always available for the members.
It's not that exciting."
 
Erica hazarded a glance in Joe's direction to see if he would challenge her on
this point of view, but he was staring at his plate, still shoveling food into
his mouth. She realized that he hadn't told Jamie, and she sighed inaudibly.
*At least they don't both know.*
 
Jamie didn't understand any of what was going on, though it was clear that
something was not being said. She decided to let it drop for now, nodded to
her mother, and continued to eat her dinner.
 
*Thank you, Joe. I owe you one,* Erica thought to herself.
 


-----
 


Erica went into her bedroom, and closed the door before stripping off her
clothes. She needed a shower to help her relax from the stress, and let her
think about things. As she turned on the hot water, her mind inevitably
strayed to the image that she'd seen on her son's computer screen.
 
*I've never watched one of my own videos. I didn't know I looked that...
brazen.*
 
Once the shower was hot, she climbed in, letting the balmy water pour over her
body. Despite her occupation, her hands still found their way to her breasts,
and slipped occasionally between her legs, making herself feel good as the
water eased away her bodily tension.
 
Finally, as her body began to relax, she could more readily consider the
events of the day.
 
*So, Joe knows that I make porn, but he hasn't told Jamie yet. Yet? Does he
plan on telling her at some point? Why would he wait? Is there a reason he
might? I suppose he could maybe try to blackmail me, with the threat of
telling Jamie... But no, that really doesn't sound like Joe at all.*
 
*So... chances are he's avoiding telling her because he doesn't want her to
know about it. So, he's ashamed of me and what I do.*
 
*But then... why is he watching? Why has he saved every one of my videos, if
he is ashamed of it? That doesn't make sense...*
 
*Is he... turned on by me? Does he watch those videos for excitement? Or is it
just to see what I'm doing, kind of like spying on me? My God, does he jack
off to them?*
 
Erica shivered at the thought, then realized that her hand was rubbing her
clit very fast just then, and the shiver was followed by the shudder of a
small climax.
 
*Holy fuck, what the hell did I just do? Did I just masturbate to the thought
of my son getting turned on by me? I need to find out what he's thinking...
but I can't just ask him. He'd probably rant and yell... he'd yell at me for
violating his privacy... he'd yell at me for what I'm doing, probably.*
 
*I need to just let things alone. If he wants to talk about it, he will.*
 



 


"Joe, what's with you lately? Every morning we're almost late for school!"
Jamie whined on their way to school a couple days later. "Is it the thing with
Mom? Are you two talking behind my back?" she accused.
 
Joe snorted. "No, we're not talking behind your back. It's not really about
Mom," he lied. He blushed slightly; it most certainly *was* about Mom. "I'm
just... I don't want to talk about it, okay?"
 
"Okay..." she said, not ready to let it drop, but she didn't want to upset her
brother, either.
 
They walked the rest of the way to school in silence.
 


-----
 


Erica spent her day wandering around in a bit of a daze. She wasn't sure
exactly what she was going to do about Joe. She didn't know whether to
confront him, or to just let it go. She went down to the basement to perform,
as she was scheduled to do, but there was no joy in it. She felt no release,
though she faked her orgasm at the appropriate time.
 
Trudging back upstairs, she went and took a shower. She let her mind mull over
all the possibilities. She didn't know what Joe was thinking. As she thought
about it, her mind conjured up an image of her son, sitting at his computer,
masturbating while watching her videos. Her hands began to roam over her body,
teasing all the right places.
 
This time, she didn't need to fake her orgasm.
 
Once she got out of the shower, Erica felt tremendously guilty. Whatever
reason her son had for watching her videos, she shouldn't be thinking such
things about him. She dried off and got dressed, and walked back down to the
basement, into the office portion. She opened the waiting - almost expected -
email that berated her for her lackluster performance today.
 
She sighed and logged off, heading back upstairs to begin the housework. That,
too, would receive lackluster attention.
 


-----
 


After dinner, which had been another strained affair, the three sat down to
watch a little TV. Both of the kids had finished their homework, and they
tried to spend at least a little time together each week.
 
They started to watch a cop show that Joe liked, and Erica noticed that he
seemed to be able to get lost in it, at least a little bit. She smiled,
thinking that perhaps things would level out, and they would go on, him
thinking he had a secret, and her secretly enjoying the fact that her son
watched her. She admitted that it turned her on to know that he was watching,
for whatever reason he had.
 
She was drawn back to the show when Jamie grunted. On the screen was a
stripper who had been assaulted. The bruises on her body were quite nasty to
look at. Erica wondered how the makeup departments at the studios pulled that
off. Her line of thought was hijacked when Jamie spoke further.
 
"It's not like the bimbo didn't get what she deserved. You can't traipse
around naked and expect a bunch of horny guys not to touch!"
 
"Maybe she doesn't have a choice," Joe snapped. "Lots of people take strip
jobs because they can't find anything else. Or because they can't work during
the day. Or because they're college students. Mainly, lots of them do it
because they need the money."
 
Joe realized what he'd just said, and closed his mouth tight. He went pale,
but in the darkened room, he hoped no one would notice. Erica saw his look,
and wondered what that had been about. Jamie, clueless as usual, didn't
register what he'd said, really. She was too intent on the argument.
 
"There's always a better way to make money than that!"
 
"Jamie, you don't know what the hell you're talking about," Joe snapped, and
then turned physically away from her.
 
Jamie looked at Joe, and then at her mother. Erica knew, sort of, what this
was about, but she couldn't let on to Jamie. She shrugged at her, and then
looked to Joe. He was deliberately focusing on the television so as to ignore
the others in the room.
 
*Is that it? Does he think I'm doing it for the money? Well... I suppose I am,
in a way, but... What's he thinking?*
 
Erica didn't really see the rest of the program.
 



 


Joe turned off his computer, and stretched. He'd just finished watching his
mother's latest exploits online, and he was in the midst of post-orgasmic
bliss. He had noticed that the last video seemed different from his mother's
previous work, but he couldn't really put a finger on it.
 
*Oh, well. Not that it matters. It was still damned nice.*
 
Joe put his briefs back on, and padded across the hall to the bathroom. In a
moment, he was back in his room, with the light off, and slipping between the
sheets. In mere minutes, he was in the drowsy state right before sleep.
 
That's when the insistent rapping on the door began. Jamie didn't wait for him
to answer, but instead opened the door and flipped on the light.
 
"Agh! Jamie!" Joe muttered.
 
Jamie reached over and roughly shook his shoulder. "Hey, c'mon! You promised
to help me with my project!"
 
"We've got all weekend..." he mumbled, fighting his way back to sleep.
 
"No we don't! I have to go to band competition tomorrow! I told you that! I
won't be home until like midnight, Sunday! C'mon, you *promised*!"
 
"All right al-fucking-ready!" he grumbled, rolling over and squinting up at
her.
 
"What's up with you lately?" Jamie asked as he rubbed his eyes. "You're always
late for stuff, you're forgetting things you said you'd do..."
 
"I'm *fine*," he growled.
 
"No you're *not*!" she asserted. "Ever since you told me about Mom's second
job, you've been screwed up! Now what's going on?"
 
"It's nothing," he tried.
 
"Bullshit," Jamie said. "I want to know what's going on around here. You've
been acting all grumpy since last Friday... and the last few days, Mom has
been acting weird, too! I feel like that girl in the horror films. You know,
the one that goes into the woods because she's too stupid to know better and
everyone else knows the monster is in there waiting to rape her."
 
"Look, it's nothing, all right? Just try not to waste money. Now, you want me
to help you with your project, or what?"
 
Jamie glared at him for several seconds. Finally, she said, "I need your help."
 
"Then get out and let me put some clothes on, would ya?"
 
"If you fall asleep in here, I'll come in with a bucket of ice water!" she
threatened.
 
"Get!" Joe growled.
 
Jamie left the room, and Joe put his hand to his forehead. He had a headache
now. The stress was getting to him. *But what the hell am I supposed to do?
Jamie wouldn't understand. Hell, after what she said last night, she'd
probably hate Mom. I just hope something gets straightened out soon.*
 
Joe finally crawled back out of bed and got dressed, heading back to Jamie's
room to help her with her project. It was a few hours before they finally did
get to sleep. During the night, Joe's dreams were dark and troubled.
 



 


Erica finished her dusting, and sank down into a chair. The house was very
quiet. Jamie had left for her band trip very early in the morning, and Joe was
in his room.
 
*Doing what, I wonder? Is he looking at me again?*
 
The thoughts absorbed her, until it was all she could think about. She took
out the vacuum to continue cleaning, and to try to distract her mind from her
thoughts. She built up a sweat, because she was cleaning so furiously, but
when she finished the room and switched off the machine, the silence closed in
on her.
 
It was almost a physical pressure, the tension between her and her son. She
went into the kitchen to get a drink of water, then fiddled with rearranging
things on the counter. She stopped when she realized that she was just trying
to avoid the issue.
 
Sitting down at the kitchen table, she thought to herself, *I can't let things
go on like this, but what do I do?*
 


-----
 


Joe was up in his room, finishing up a paper that was due the following week.
He was doing reasonably well trying to ignore the fact that he was in the
house alone with his mother. The schoolwork helped, but when there was a knock
on his bedroom door, he knew it had to be her. He looked up at his computer
screen to make damned sure there was nothing incriminating showing up, and
then he answered her.
 
"C'mon in, Mom," he called out.
 
Erica opened the door. Joe tried not to pay attention to the way her T-shirt
clung to her breasts. She was a bit sweaty, still, and Joe could feel himself
getting hard just from looking at her.
 
*Shit! You've gotta stop that! But damn, does she look good!*
 
"Joe, could you come here, please?"
 
As soon as Joe got up from his chair, Erica turned and walked down the hall.
He followed her in silence as she walked down the stairs, through the kitchen,
and to the basement door. Joe watched as she took a key out of her pocket, and
unlocked the door.
 
"Mom?"
 
"I know, I told you never to go down here. But we need to talk about some
things, and you need to see."
 
Joe followed, a little numbly, as she led him down the stairs. Of course he
knew what it looked like down here; he'd seen the room in dozens of videos,
even though she had changed its appearance from time to time.
 
He walked into what was clearly a bedroom. He saw three cameras set up, and
the appropriate lighting. The bed was neatly made, and everything in the room
was tidy and clean. Erica motioned to him to walk through the room, and into
the back portion of the basement. This part, Joe had no idea about, and so was
more curious.
 
He saw what appeared to be high-end communications equipment, and an expensive
desktop computer. They walked through that room, to find just a bathroom, with
a shower. Erica only used this shower when the kids were home and she had been
working. With the tour completed, Erica led her son back into the bedroom, and
motioned him to sit on the bed.
 
Joe stared up at his mother, waiting for her to say whatever it was she had to
say. He watched as she walked around the room, and caught himself checking her
out again. Finally, after she had walked the entire 180 degrees in front of
him, she turned to face him.
 
"This is a bit hard for me to talk about, Joe. But I guess I'll just say the
most important part first. I know that you know about this room."
 
Joe paled slightly, but kept his mouth tightly shut, in case some words might
want to slip past.
 
Erica continued. "A few days ago, when I put mail on your desk, I must have
accidentally bumped the mouse or whatever, and I saw one of my videos, so
there's no point in you trying to hide that you know. When did you find out?"
 
Joe took a deep breath. "Last Friday."
 
Erica nodded. "*How* did you find out?"
 
Joe shrugged. "By accident. I was surfing."
 
"So you look at porn pretty regularly?"
 
"All the time." He didn't figure, with what she was doing, he'd get in trouble
for that admission.
 
"'kay," his mother said. She leaned against the dresser in the room, and
clasped her hands in front of her, resting them at her waist. "Is there
anything you want to say? Anything you want to ask?"
 
"Why are you doing this?" he asked quietly.
 
Erica figured that was a fair question. She took a deep breath.
 
"When your dad died, I was kind of thrown for a loop. I don't really have much
in the way of skills, you know. I can't really type, I can't do other office
jobs... I have no training in anything..."
 
"But you're a programmer!" Joe interrupted. "I mean, your webmaster job - "
 
Erica raised a hand to interrupt him. "There is no such job."
 
"What?" Joe asked, very confused now. He still wasn't getting it.
 
"I have never been a webmaster. That's just what I told you guys to cover what
I was doing down here. I figured that was a boring enough occupation that you
guys wouldn't get too curious about the basement. I've been doing this since
about six months after your father passed away."
 
"There had to be another way for you to make money..." Joe objected calmly.
"Even if it was working at Burger King..."
 
"That wouldn't make enough money to feed all three of us and keep the bills
paid. We'd have had to move into an apartment - a *small* one - and things
would have been very tight for us all the time. This job pays well enough that
we have all we need, and I can take care of you kids."
 
"What else do you do, besides the videos? I mean, he can't be paying you that
much money for working... what, an hour every few days?"
 
"I've done a few other things. I've done some voice recording for him, reading
erotic stories and such. I've done live chats... but not a live video chat,
because I'm not set up here to do that. I've done some custom-requested
videos. So... no, the videos aren't *all* I do, but they're the biggest thing
I do."
 
"Have you looked for other jobs?"
 
"From time to time. But I still have the same limitations, Joe."
 
Erica was very surprised. She had very much expected Joe to scream at her when
she'd admitted this to him, even though he clearly already knew. She had not
anticipated his calm reaction. She also did not anticipate his next few
questions.
 
"Why did you hide this from us?"
 
"I didn't think you were old enough to understand, when I first started. After
that, it just pretty much became a habit... and I didn't want to reveal that
I'd been lying to you."
 
"Can you get out of your contract with him? Could you get another job?"
 
"On the first question, I don't know. As to another job, I told you, I have
nothing I can do other than this."
 
"Where did you meet this guy?"
 
"It was a very vague ad in the newspaper. I've never actually met him in
person."
 
"Do you like doing this?"
 
Erica pondered for a long moment. "Yeah, I guess I do. I've always been a
highly sexual woman, and with your dad gone, it's helped keep my desires in
check. I really haven't felt the urge to find a new man, but this takes care
of my physical wants."
 
"I see."
 
Erica wondered what was running through her son's mind just then. She didn't
have all that long to wait, but his question startled her badly.
 
"Would you strip for me? In person?"
 
"Um... Joe... just how far would you want me to go?" Erica asked, her voice
trembling a little.
 
"Just like if you were doing it for-real. I mean, c'mon, Mom... you can do it
for a bunch of faceless strangers, you should be able to do it for me..."
 
Erica admitted to herself that her pussy was tingling at the thought. "So...
you'd want me to... masturbate... in front of you?"
 
"It's not like I haven't seen you do it before..." he pointed out.
 
She hated that he was so reasonable. She couldn't really fight him very hard
when he was like that. "Okay," she said. "Sit over there," she pointed to a
corner of the bed near the head. As Joe moved to the spot she wanted him,
Erica moved to the center of the room, near the foot of the bed.
 
"I normally have more appropriate clothes on for this. It's gonna be hard to
make a really good striptease with a T-shirt," she said. He knew she wasn't
stalling, merely apologizing.
 
"It's okay. The fun stuff really happens after that, anyway."
 
Erica blushed crimson, but smiled at her son.
 
Normally, Erica did not put on any music to do this. She simply allowed a song
to run through her head as she danced to it. Today, however, she was nervous.
She walked over to the stereo that was in the room, and turned on a CD. It was
an instrumental, paced for good bumping and grinding.
 
Erica sidled back to the center of the room, swaying to the music as her hands
began to run up and down her sides. She cupped her tits as she looked at her
son, who was already enraptured with her performance. Her hands molded her
breasts and she squeezed and fondled them for a long moment.
 
Reaching down, Erica grabbed the hem of her T-shirt. She began to slowly work
it up her body, an inch at a time. When she reached her breasts, she lifted
the shirt over them, and quickly pulled it back down, flashing her bra at her
son. She smiled coyly, and then continued to work her shirt up, this time
moving it slowly, exposing her bra-clad chest bit by bit. As she pulled the
shirt over her head, she kept it there for a moment, dancing with her face
covered and her chest exposed. Finally, she pulled the shirt the rest of the
way off, tossing it to a corner to get it out of her way.
 
Erica moved back and forth to the music, letting her hands wander around her
body as she watched her son's eyes take in the dance. She undid the button on
her jeans, and slid the zipper down. She pushed her hands inside her pants,
and began to wiggle back and forth as her hands pushed the tight garment down
off her hips. She was careful to keep her panties in place, as she had learned
over the years. Slowly, inexorably, the jeans slid further down her legs. She
bent over, knowing that her son would watch her tits swinging, most likely,
but keeping up the show nonetheless. She kicked off her sneakers, and then
pulled her jeans all the way off her legs, taking the socks with them.
 
As she stood back up, Erica looked into Joe's eyes. She could tell that he was
enthralled by her movements, by her body. She admitted that she was as turned
on as she had ever been, having him watch her.
 
Erica turned around and swayed back and forth to the music for a few moments
before reaching up to the clasp on her bra. She unhooked it, and let it fall
to the floor at her feet. Covering her tits, she turned around, swaying as she
watched her son. Finally, as the dance continued, she let her hands slide
downward off her tits, exposing them to her son's intense gaze.
 
As her hands wandered their way across her stomach, Erica danced around the
room nimbly. Finally, her hands reached the waistband of her panties, and she
slipped her thumbs inside, and slipped the garment off her hips. As it tumbled
to the floor, she lifted first one foot, then the other, and she was now
completely nude in front of her son.
 
Joe watched his mother as she twisted and turned a few times, giving him a
full view of her body. When she bent over and spread her legs, he got a clear
shot of her pussy, and he could tell it was wet. He licked his dry lips at the
sight.
 
Finally, Erica moved over to the night stand, and pulled out a vibrator. She
tossed it onto the bed, and then crawled, on her hands and knees, to the
middle of the queen-sized bed. She looked her son deep in the eye.
 
"Wouldn't you be masturbating by now?" she asked huskily.
 
"Oh, yeah," he said in wonder.
 
"Well, it's only fair that if I'm supposed to do what I would normally do,
that you do what you would normally do..."
 
"Uh... okay..."
 
Erica watched as Joe pulled his pants down and off, and then his briefs. She
marveled at his hard cock, and felt a twinge in her pussy. It had been a long
time since she'd had one of those.
 
Turning away, Erica lay on her back on the bed, spreading her legs lewdly. She
licked the vibrator a few times, and then applied the head of it to her pussy.
She was very wet, and the vibrator was soon well lubricated. She pushed
gently, and it slid deep inside her, until only the end was sticking out. She
then turned the vibrator on to medium. The sensations shot through her, and
she moaned loudly at the feel of it.
 
Joe couldn't believe he was watching this up close. More than that, he
couldn't believe he was now half-naked, jacking off in front of his mom! He
couldn't stop, though, and in fact, he moved closer, to better see how her
hand was moving, so that he could see the vibrator moving in and out of her
pussy lips. His hand moved back and forth absently, making him feel good, but
not really in full gear.
 
As he watched his mother masturbating, Joe saw how her breasts heaved. He
loved to watch that, and in fact, he felt that he couldn't resist the
opportunity. Erica had her eyes closed, fantasizing, no doubt, and Joe knew
that she couldn't stop him until after he'd already done it. He reached out
slowly, and took her tit into his hand, squeezing it and groping it strongly.
 
Erica's eyes opened, but she didn't say anything. She smiled to herself at the
sensations, and sighed softly. She looked down, and saw her son's hard cock
only a couple feet from her eyes. Reaching out, she took hold of his dick, and
began to stroke gently. Joe's eyes opened wide at the feel of his mother's
hand on his cock, but he didn't stop. He let his hand drop so that she had
better access, and he moved that now-free hand onto her other tit, fondling it
like the first.
 
Erica couldn't resist, and she pulled on her son's prick, urging him to move
closer. He slid closer to her, and when he was close enough, she rolled
slightly, and guided the head of his dick into her mouth. Her lips closed over
the tip before he even knew what was happening, and he gasped in pleasure as
she began to slide her lips down his length.
 
"Oh, fuck, Mom!" he said without thinking. His hands faltered on her breasts
as the wonderful sensations shot through him.
 
For just a second, she took his cock out of her mouth. "Work the vibrator for
me, Joe." Without waiting for a response, she returned her mouth to his cock.
 
Joe reached down and took hold of the vibrator, moving it in and out of his
mother's pussy. The situation had become surreal to him, and he wasn't sure,
now, that he wasn't dreaming. His mother's mouth felt so good, however, that
if it was a dream, he did not want to wake up.
 
Erica began to bob on her son's cock as soon as she had taken as much of him
as she could. She knew that he wasn't going to last long; she could already
feel the buildup of tension in his body. The buzzing of the vibrator in her
pussy was shooting tingles all along her spine, and she knew she was close to
her own climax, as well.
 
As she sucked, Joe's movements of the vibrator in her cunt faltered. She could
feel him struggling for control, and so she sucked even harder. She didn't
want him to hold off; she wanted his cum. Soon enough, she had it. With a loud
grunt, he blasted his load into the back of her mouth, and she swallowed every
drop hungrily. She continued to swallow as spurt after spurt of his seed
poured from the tip of his cock.
 
Finally, his cock stopped spewing, and began to soften slightly. She let it
slip from her mouth, and she lay back. She closed her eyes in contentment, and
tried to just enjoy the feelings of the vibrator.
 
Joe, trying to catch his breath, lay down beside his mother. As his hand
returned to a rhythm, pushing the vibrator in and out of her pussy, he leaned
down and tongued her nipple. Erica moaned in pleasure at that, and as she did,
Joe felt a surge in his groin; he felt his cock beginning to stir back to
hardness.
 
As he continued to lick and nibble his mother's nipple, he moved the vibrator
more slowly. As he felt his cock reaching full hardness, he moved himself so
that he was actually lying across his mother's body, so that he could lick and
suck on her other tit. Erica was squirming in pleasure, and had made no moves
to stop anything he was doing.
 
Joe figured he had his one and only shot at it. In one smooth motion, Joe
pulled the vibrator out of his mother's cunt, tossing it to the side of the
bed. He rolled his body, positioning himself between his mother's legs,
looking down into her face, her eyes still closed, though a slight frown had
formed at the loss of the vibrator.
 
Joe reached down and positioned the head of his cock against her pussy, and
then he pushed forward. He'd had sex only twice before, but he knew the
mechanics of it well enough. He pushed in smoothly until he was buried to the
hilt inside her.
 
"Oh, fuck me, yes!" Erica moaned. "Oh, god, that feels so much better than the
dildo!"
 
Joe took his encouragement from that, and began to rock his hips back and
forth, sliding in and out of his mother's pussy. Erica's hips rolled up to
meet his moves, and the two were soon fucking rapidly.
 
Joe leaned down onto his elbows, and plastered his lips to his mom's as they
continued to fuck. She responded, kissing him back with passion. His tongue
slid out, and she parted her lips to admit it. Their tongues were soon dancing
wetly, as their bodies thrashed together on the bed. Joe could feel his
mother's body beginning to shudder, her climax clearly approaching rapidly.
 
Erica turned her head, breaking their kiss so that she could breathe more
easily. She was panting, and then began to cry out as her orgasm washed over
her. She was bucking her hips up against her son, writhing beneath him as she
quivered and shouted in pleasure. Her pussy rippled along Joe's shaft, sending
wonderful sensations through him, and he continued to thrust into her
throughout her climax.
 
Finally, Erica began to descend from her peak. Joe slowed down his thrusting,
but he didn't stop entirely. He waited, wondering what his mother would say to
him when she regained her senses.
 
After a couple minutes, during which Joe was very slowly stroking his cock in
and out of her pussy, Erica came to and looked up at him. She knew that what
they'd just done was socially wrong, but it had felt so damned good that she
just didn't give a shit.
 
"Joe, you motherfucker," she said with a twinkle in her eyes and a lilt in her
voice. "If you don't give me another one of those before the day is done,
you're grounded."
 
"Yes, Mom," he said with a smile, and increased his thrusting.
 


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Unbeknownst to the mother and son coupling in the bedroom, a signal had been
sent from the computers in the next room long ago. There were more than three
cameras in the bedroom, but not all were visible. Those that weren't had
silently clicked on and begun recording.
 



 

 
