When Daddy's Away Ch. 03

Chapter 3

The very next morning, Tyler awakens for school as usual. And just like usual, the first thing he does is turn on his computer. He is developing a rather unfortunate habit now of checking the shared files, looking for more accidental downloads from his mom. This is perverted of course and he knows it, but nobody else knows he does it.

Jake knows about the mistake, but he doesn't realize he still checks for more. Or that Tyler kept the other pictures. He told Jake he deleted them immediately.

Clicking open Explorer, Tyler navigates to the shared files. He expects to see the same array of photos he saw before, a total of 6 nudes of his mother in various poses, each one more provocative than the last. In the first photo she is sitting shyly, her arms pressed together and her legs covered. There is only the slightest glimpse of her nipples in this one. By the end of the row, his mother is lying back in bed and the shot is a close-up of her pussy, two of her fingers spreading her labial lips and her eyes dripping with a "fuck me" look he's never seen before.

Now there are seven. Seven files.

And not only that... the last file shows the little "play" button in the corner. It's a video. A video of his mother masturbating, based on the frozen image it starts with.

"Ho-lee-fuck..." he whispers slowly, his mouth hanging open. His heart instantly begins to beat rapidly in his chest and he can feel himself breathing heavy, his mouth going dry. He doesn't even notice as he lets out a small, manic-sounding giggle.

"When did she...?" he asks himself, then moves the cursor to the little file icon. He hesitates before actually opening it, bracing himself for what he knows he's about to see. And, he hates to admit, letting the anticipation build. He is far more excited about this than he knows is healthy.

Finally, with a sigh, Tyler double clicks the file and the video player fills his screen. And then there she is, his mother, completely naked and lying in her bed, legs spread wide.

She is an extremely attractive woman, her 37 years doing very little to dampen her looks. She always said she was born with a young face, and truth was, she was right. Her hair is dark brown and still hasn't shown any sign of changing, and she keeps it pulled back in a ponytail most of the time. Her cheeks are rounded which gives her a youthful look and seems to make her immune to wrinkles. Only her blue eyes defy her age, giving off a depth of wisdom only a mother could have.

In the video her eyes are closed and her face looks almost angelic as she gently rubs at her clit. The video is taken from the end of the bed, giving an excellent view of the action, and Tyler can only assume she propped it up on the dresser he knows is situated there. She was also courteous enough to zoom the video in first, making sure he can see every sensual curve and glisten of sweat on her creamy skin.

As Tyler watches, his mother lets out a loud yelp, suddenly sliding her middle and ring fingers inside of herself. She begins to fuck herself with her fingers, and Tyler can see the fluids dripping out around them and pooling on the bed. His own cock is growing very hard, and he wraps his hands around it and begins to stroke, hardly even aware that he does so.

"Oh, shit... oh, David, I'm going to cum for you!" his mom suddenly shouts at him through his screen, and the fact that she used his father's name confirms the mix-up. Regardless Tyler keeps watching, his breathing so heavy now he is practically drooling as he begins to pump his cock faster.

And then it happens. He watches, mesmerized, as his mother lets out a scream. "Oooooh, YES! Fuck... David!" She begins to pump her hips into her own hand, and Tyler is fascinated as he watches fluid suddenly gush out of his mother's pussy and all over herself and her bedspread. She screams again, this time a loud, unintelligible groan, and starts convulsing on the bed. She pulls her legs up tightly as she buries her fingers deep inside the place where Tyler originated, and as she orgasms on his computer screen, Tyler suddenly feels himself about to orgasm in his chair.

"Oh shit, mom... oh, yes.... you're so good to me..." Tyler finds himself whispering these extremely taboo obscenities to himself as he jerks off. It doesn't matter, he reasons, because he is already masturbating to his own mother, and therefore anything that enhances that fantasy was already sick to begin with. Which means he can't make it worse.

On the computer screen, his mother Amber has finished climaxing and is gently rubbing her clit as she waits for the shivers to pass. She looks at the camera and smiles at what she thinks is her husband, just as Tyler begins to cum.

And that, of course, is when the one moment happens that every teenage boy dreads. Only much, much worse, in Tyler's case.

Once again, without knocking, Tyler's mom suddenly opens his door. She doesn't enter but she sticks her head in - because apparently you aren't violating privacy as long as your feet stay outside the room.

"You up, honey? It's almost time for... Oh!" she is cut of from her inquiry as she suddenly realizes what he is doing.

"MOM!" Tyler shouts, just as the cum begins spilling over onto his hand. He tries to suppress the orgasm and of course all he succeeds in doing is ruining it for himself, leaving nothing but a sticky mess on his hand that he derived no pleasure from. His mother pops her head back out of the room quickly, slamming the door behind her. It was a fast glimpse, and while it's bad enough she caught him in the act he sincerely hopes she didn't watch him cum as well.

Amber, meanwhile, stands outside her son's bedroom door, trying not to smile. She just caught her son masturbating... but what was more wild is that she walked in just as he was having an orgasm. She actually saw the cum spill out onto her son's hand, saw the strained look in his eyes as he tried not to show the pleasure that was overwhelming him right then.

What was eating at her is that she could swear she saw herself on his computer screen. And not just any picture of herself, either - it was the video she had taken only the night before for David, when she was drunk on wine.

But that couldn't be... could it? How would he get that video?

"Don't stay up too late, honey," she finally called through the door, then quickly rushed back to her own bedroom. It wasn't a mystery she was going to solve tonight. But she definitely intended to find out.

In the meantime, there was nothing else to do but wait until morning. She lie awake for hours, trying to figure out how she was going to breach the subject with her son. She was certain that he was hoping they would both say nothing, and in normal circumstances she probably wouldn't. It was an embarrassing moment, understood by both and better left unspoken.

But that video. The one her son was jerking off to... she was positive it was the one she had made. She only saw it for a second but that's all it takes to recognize yourself, especially in a private video you had made only the day before. But how could he have gotten access to it? And... did he really masturbate along with it?

She saw the cum. She is definitely positive of that. When she realized what he was doing her eyes instinctively dropped down to his exposed penis for a moment, just in time to see the semen gush out of it and run over his fingers. She even saw it squirt a little, just a bit... and that image is branded forever in her mind. The sight of her son's cum gently pulsing out his throbbing cock, then more of it spilling out over his fingers,,,,

She was shocked to find she was caressing her breasts gently as she remembered the sight, and was even more surprised to realize that her pussy had grown extremely wet.

"This is fucked up," she muttered to herself, and rolled over in bed. She tried to ignore the ache in her groin, and how sensitive her nipples had become. She tried to lie as still as possible so that they wouldn't rub against anything, as the image of her son's cum squirting out of his cock while he watched her masturbate replayed over and over in her mind.

Eventually, after many hours of restlessness, missing her husband David, Amber fell asleep.