The Family Spy - Adam's story

Disclaimer:

Everyone in this story is of legal age. The story is about sex and incestual relations. The story deals with the most relevant events, everything pertaining to anything not mentioned in the story has been dealt with adequately behind the scenes and has no bearing to the outcome.

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Adam's story

I live with my parents and sister Annie in a small town at the far south of the bible belt. We are close to the coast, but far enough to not worry about a tsunami ever reaching us in these turbulent weather times.

With long wide streets, low houses and enough of traffic lights so that we wouldn't qualify as a one-horse town.

Across from my school was the mall, and on the other side of the pretty large mall was the big church and its grounds.

Many of the people living in our town worked for just a couple of very big companies giving them good jobs, and the Mall was where they all spent their hard earned money.

Growing up, I would spend my time after school at my parent's electronics shop that they ran at the mall.

I loved having all of the cool new gadgets there to explore as my parents stocked the shelves with the newest devices.

My father was a wiz with electronic equipment, old and new. People would get him to set up their devices and he gladly did that for them, for the goods that they bought from them.

As I grew older, he would let me set up a new phone for a customer or other device with all of the usual necessities; their email accounts, their user information and the elementary address book and other social media.

I loved the eager, happy faces of people when I would present their new device to them, going through the installed apps and features of what they just bought.

They were amazed at what the devices could do and were very intrigued with what I was able to teach them to do with those small simple things.

In high school I took photography classes and loved the new digital era of instant pictures and recordings. I used a lot of different programs on my phone for taking pictures and developing them on my device, liking it better than the big, clumsy, old equipment we still had in class.

I credit myself to getting our town into the digital photography age. Of course, that social media has a share in it, but the people of our town weren't apt at handling their devices. With my instruction they were documenting their events like pros, and being able to post an excess of great images to flood their social-media feeds.

It was never a chore for me to set up a new device for the customer; I was glad to do it for them, for that happy smile when they first took it in their hands.

I was held back a year so that my sister and I would be enrolled in school together.

High school was over for us and we were enjoying our freedom.

We still went to the shop daily; I would look through the new things that were delivered and Annie would riffle through the mall.

At home I had my rig in my room, a big UHD screen and I had my games. At the shop I would help to keep things straight and help anyone that was having trouble with their devices.

Usually, they would get locked out of their devices due to some password or keyboard error and I would get them back on track quickly.

I was already dating at the time that this was all happening, so sex was not new to me. I might not have been an expert, but I could find my way around a pussy.

Aside from the gadgets that were on sale in my parents' shop, I was at the mall. I had a clear view of the main space from our shop window and I could watch all the girls parade about, all dressed up.

Being in that part of the country, the dress code was pretty strict. There were no short shorts, miniskirts or tight leggings that could be seen being worn. But still, the girls did their best to look as pretty as they could when they flocked to the mall.

Over time I noticed this older girl in usually nice and suitable dresses come to our shop. Buying this or that for her and her husband.

So, since she was married, she wasn't a girl.

Then I found out that she also had two kids. Wow!

Looking at how well she was built, and how young she looked, I never imagined that she was married let alone that she had children already.

So that made her a MILF!

I mean, I know my way around porn. Being married and having kids made her a MILF.

Whenever we were talking about MILFs, my friends and I, I would always imagine a women my mother's age and her friend's. I never thought a girl like that would be a MILF.

And as the term states, that certainly was a 'mother that I would fuck!'

She had perfect, straight, long black hair, pale skin and a very pretty face. Always smiling and wearing sensible clothes.

Even though her clothes were sensible, in length, covering her properly, she wore them with such a sensuality that it always made my day when I would see her.

As faith would have it, my mom sold her a new phone last Christmas and I had set it up.

I did my best work on her device and installed all my favorite aps on it for her and then we spent a lot of time together as I showed them to her and how to use them.

She asked me to set up her social media accounts for her and when I finished, I gave her the device to enter the login information herself.

My father was always careful about other people's privacy and so was I.

We had spent a good part of the afternoon together as I explained the different settings to different apps that I installed for her. She was a quick study and had the most delightful laugh.

When I finished my demonstration, she offered me her elegant hand and kissed me on the cheek like I was her little brother!

It was a bummer that I had the biggest boner because of her.

It begins

I was watching the shop when my MILF walked in.

She was having trouble with her new device and wanted me to take a look at it and send it back if there was something wrong with it that the warranty covered.

She gave me her personal information and wrote down the passwords on the device for me.

When she left, I hooked it up to our rig in the shop and did the full diagnostics on it.

She was having trouble with the microphone. Sometimes it wouldn't record the sound, or the other party wouldn't hear her.

I checked the settings manually and found that she had muted the microphone globally and in certain aps.

I did a partial reset and checked how things were responding.

I gave the phone a call and checked the volume and then I recorded a few short clips in the different apps that I had installed for her.

Everything worked fine and the recording quality of the sound was good.

When I did my last check, in my favorite clip recording app, her device prompted me for the password. As I had it and I typed it in.

The app opened the gallery and let me chose the clip that I wanted to check.

It was fine.

I sent her a message that I was done; while waiting for her to return I flicked through her phone and other settings.

That is when I found out that she used her device to record herself doing chores around the house talking to it, in effect using it as an electronic diary.

There was a wealth of clips with the phone resting on a counter as she made lunch, played with her kids in and outside of the house. Different clips of them from their trips in the car and out in nature.

In all of the material, she was just mesmerizing!

Even though she was in a controlled environment, she was always pleasant, smiling and decently but very nicely dressed.

While I waited for her, I flicked through the folders of the other aps and typed in the password when it asked me.

I know that it was creepy, I know that it was a betrayal of trust. Betrayal to what my father thought me, and the trust that she placed in me. But she was so, so hot, that I couldn't resist; and, anyway, I wasn't going to post anything that I found, anywhere.

When I opened the other app that I recommended she use, I found it.

I found what my heart was desiring to find but my soul fearing that I would.

I found her nudes.

Just as she had been documenting her everyday activities, with the phone recording herself as she did her things around the house, now she was recording herself in the bedroom.

She used the phone as her friend and companion; she talked to it. Telling it about the day she was having while she changed clothes in front of her big mirrored dresser.

She was even better looking than I could have imagined!

She had the most marvelous ass and full tits, and she was shaven smooth!

I never had a girl that was as smooth as her, and none with her tits.

But the thing that surprised me most was that she was naked under all of her clothes, at least the ones that I saw her change out of in clip after clip, after clip. Never had she wore a bra or even a thong under those pretty things that she had.

With trembling fingers, aroused to my limit and in fear of her imminent return, I made a backup of her phone as quickly as my rig allowed me.

When the backup was done, I shut the device down and nervously waited for her.

Coming to pick it up, I saw her walking up from the other side of the food court.

She was wearing a light dress with little purple flowers all over it. As she walked the dress slipped all over her nude body as if it was caressing her perfect skin.

Flowing in and around her bare legs, rising and falling over her perfect tits, the silky material outlining her nudity perfectly, almost like any tight yoga suit would.

When she walked into my shop, I could see her naked body as if I had x-ray vision.

She smiled at me beautifully.

"So, Adam, was it broken? Did you have to put a new part in?" She asked so delightfully and I got even harder, thinking about her naked, and putting a new part in her.

"No, there wasn't anything wrong with the device. The settings for the phone and the apps were just messed up." I said walking around the counter to stand next to her.

She was tall and slender for a southern girl; her pretty face was right next to mine as she pressed closer to me to look at what I was showing her.

I could smell this flowery scent wafting from her as I went through the steps of what had happened.

"I was showing my husband some pictures of the kids that I had made while he was at work a couple of days ago, and he is such a klutz, he must have pressed the wrong buttons." She said as she took the device in her elegant hand.

"I hadn't noticed it until I played a couple of clips and found out that there was no sound." She said as she pulled up clip after clip of her with the kids playing in the house and playing with the volume slider.

"It's not that important, you know, to have sound; it's not like I'm recording something important, but a clip that is mute is so disturbing." She said as she scrolled on.

I watched the tops of her tits dance under her thin dress, her nipples outlined alluringly. I turned away so she wouldn't see just how much I appreciated her beauty. While I gave her a few pointers about the recording apps and how to adjust the image, how to zoom in and out of the clips that she made and she just nodded pressing her shoulder into my arm.

I was ready to blow.

With a smile she took the device, and happy, gave me another southernly, brotherly, kiss to my cheek and thanked me.

"How much do I owe you for your work and instructions?" She asked, smiling warmly at me.

"No, it was something we do for our customers for free. If you need anything else feel free to come any time, or if you are having trouble with any other devices, feel free to bring them and my father or I will check them out for you.

Free of charge." I told her courteously, feeling my face heat up as I imagined rummaging through another of her devices.

"I must compensate you for your good will and expertise with even a small reward. Will nice cold tea do? You must stop by for tea if you are in the neighborhood." She said so sweetly, giving my arm a gentle caress.

"I will, I will." I said blushing, walking up behind the counter to hide my erection from her as I just ate her up with my eyes.

With one final smile, she turned on her heels and left the shop.

I followed her for as long as I could see her walking away, her bare ass dancing under that dress as the fabric outlined it perfectly for me.

As soon as she was out of view, I rubbed one out.

It didn't take more than a couple of tugs. She had me primed and ready, her mere presence stimulating me to my wits end.

The after-nut-clarity brought so much shame, but it didn't stop me from browsing the rest of the files that I had downloaded from her phone.

I backed them up to my thumb drive and cleaned up my tracks from the office rig.

When I was alone in my room, I set to sorting the data that I had scored.

I arranged it all by date and had a chronological order of the activities that she thought were important to record.

I kept them all, since even dressed and with her family she was such a pleasant, happy, sexy person. I immensely enjoyed watching her go through her daily routine.

She didn't start her nude interacting with the phone from the beginning of when she started her recordings.

I found a clip that she had made accidentally leaving her phone as she changed.

It was right after she had put the kids to bed and entered her room for the night.

The phone caught her as she got out of her clothes and while she combed her hair naked preparing for bed.

The next day, when she had probably found the clip, she was happy and giggling as she set the device aimed at her closet while she changed in and out of her clothes choosing what to wear that day giggling all the while.

She wasn't the Tik-Tok, Instagram generation, she just discovered that she could be nude and record herself.

Over the following clips I watched her explore all the possibilities that a private, high-resolution device gave her.

I resisted the urge to just skip to her newest clips and watched her journey of discovery like one would binge watch a show with hundreds of episodes.

There were hundreds and hundreds of clips that she had made since Christmas.

As she documented, her days consisted of taking calls, taking care of the house and kids, driving in her car, shopping at the mall, and fun family time.

I knew her husband from the church and the mall. He was a handsome big man and they made quite a striking couple.

He also had a good nature and it was all too clear in her documentation that they loved each other.

She would break up her day in blocks, and in between taking care of the house and kids, she would take care of herself. In her room and the bathroom.

When she would put the kids down for a nap, she would get out of her clothes and do things naked in her room as she narrated how her day was going so far and what she had in mind to do next and what she was looking forward to.

Watching her "reality show" I got to know her state of mind intimately, and I grew to love her all the more.

Watching the first clip that she made of grooming her pussy threw me into a cock-tugging frenzy!

I had become intimately familiar with her naked body, but when the image of her naked pussy filled my screen, I was delirious.

Watching her elegant, dainty fingers spread foam over her prominent mound, then as she stretched the big and little lips this way and that was a real revelation.

I mean, I have seen many a pussy.

I've had girlfriends; I watch porn as much as the next guy. But this was a real pussy. Not a paid for pussy, not a shy flash of pubes pussy.

A real woman's pussy, and the real act of taking care of one's self.

It was real and so much hotter!

The next clip was a short one with just her pussy in the frame, clean and smooth and her fingers playing in her folds.

I checked the timestamp; it was just some minutes after the one that she made of her shaving it.

She must have gotten aroused as she watched the clip and wanted to play with herself.

Then a couple of minutes later a longer one. A close up of her fingers buried in her pussy, all slick and shiny.

Panning the camera slowly up her body I saw that she was laying in her bed as she filmed her tits and hard nipples.

Her wet fingers showed up pinching them, tugging on them and her mouth as she sucked on one after the other. Her smiling mouth had such a seductive curl to it that I blew my wad just watching her play with herself.

She followed her hand with the camera as she rubbed her tits and her hot skin drawing ever closer to her crotch.

When her fingers reached her honey pot, she dipped them in and drew out her wetness.

The camera followed the wet fingers from the source to her mouth and back as she drew more and more juice out of her box, wriggling on her bed as deeper and deeper sighs filled my ears.

Lazily, she stretched her cunt skillfully, pressing and tugging on her blooming little clit as her sighs grew.

Her hips gyrated, her fingers dipped in and out of her slick hungry cavern as the camera followed them. Then an angle that I was craving.

Posed right between her legs, behind her wet fingers, the lens caught every detail of her fingers spreading and fucking her.

Her cunt sucked greedily on her fingers as she pushed in one knuckle after the other. Drawing bubbling drool out of her as her thumb flicked over her ripening clit.

Her tight little pussy grabbed her fingers and held on tightly as she drew them out of her with an almost audible pop as the tight lips reluctantly let her knuckles slip out.

Bubbling white froth was forming around her fingers and drooling out of her pink hole as she focused her attention on it, recording its way down the crack of her ass and spreading it for me to see her puckered brown hole.

A drawn out 'fuuuuuuck meeee' came from my speakers loudly, throwing me for a spin as I expertly, with years of practice watching porn, stopped the clip and went out to check the house.

I was alone.

Returning to my seat, I put on my headphones, just in case, and rewound the clip back.

Playing it in slow motion, I watched as she plucked at her hungry hole and then her voice came. Lower in pitch, throatier, she exclaimed even slower: 'Ffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkk mmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" A shiver ran through me at the surrealistic rawness of the moment.

Her pussy was marvelous, clean, without a hair or a blemish. Started out pink and full, but now was flushed and engorged.

Her little clit that had just been peeking from under its hood, was now showing its full head as she drew the hood back from it with slow strokes of her thumb.

It was a mouthwatering sight.

Spreading her legs wide, and her pussy as wide as her fingers could, I listened to her deep, deep sighs, watching her muscles battle with arousal and pleasure.

Her now meaty outer lips quivered as I saw her pee hole stretch and convulse.

Even in slow motion, her fingers were picking up speed, her drool was bubbling out of her ever more, as drops of her cum welled out of her pee slit.

Panting louder and louder, screaming 'fuck, fuck, fuck' in time with her arousal, she sounded like a locomotive picking up speed.

Spurting little squirts into the palm of her hand with each one making greater distance.

Like an expert, her squirts were timed to her excited fucks and lasted about as long.

"fuck, fuck, fuck......" she screamed out faster and faster one after another as her jets made more and more distance, that I was afraid for the little device in her other hand that was capturing every little detail of the encounter.

Then realizing that I had held it in my hands, probably still carrying her smell on it, and never knew.

Huffing and puffing, now with a constant stream from her pussy, she pulled to a stop, a steam-engine shriek, and an unbelievable gush of cum and girl juice!

We both finished together. Her with her fingers deeply embedded in her cunt, and me from just looking at her without a single touch to my raging cock.

The takeaway

The after-nut-clarity made me shut down my device in shame from invading such a beautiful woman's privacy.

I played some music and lay on my bed to calm down.

In the darkness of my room, I thought deeply about things, life and the meaning of it all.

I was now my own man. High school was behind me, what was I going to do? Who will I marry, who will I fuck?

Will I find a woman like that? Are there any more women like that?

Honestly, I never thought about things like that. I never thought out my day even. I just went with the flow.

Now that I've seen what a real woman was like, I thought more about real people. What were people, real people, really like?

I turned to my family as they were the most obvious choice, closest to me and easiest to analyze.

When the opportunity showed itself, I cloned my sister's and mother's phones and got busy analyzing what their life was like.

The element of privacy, now with determination and a goal, never even entering my mind. I mean they were my family; there were no secrets between family...

I began my study by first organizing new folders for easy browsing, then I sorted everything chronologically and sifted it all out, deleting the obsessive pictures of food.

It was a completely different narrative than my crush had shown me.

Sure, there were some racy pictures in both phones, but it paled in comparison to the richness of life that the deep dive into her life, her phone, Ashely's phone, gave me.

Having spent hours and days contemplating about my problem, I concluded that people were hiding behind different facades. That people chose to embody the person that they wanted to present to the world, while they had a deeper hidden life.

"No shit!" You say.

Well, my crush wasn't that much different in her clips on her phone from what I found out in my interactions with her.

She just wore clothes when she talked to me.

I will have to take her up on that offer of tea, just to spend a little more time with her, and not in my shop; just to get a clearer picture.

The sexual aspect of a person's life was something that, I think, brings a lot of pleasure to a person. And an aspect that is hidden so well behind so many layers of a person's personality.

When I got the chance, I ruffled through my mother's and sister's wardrobes. I checked out what kind of clothes they had and what their choice of underwear was.

I found some interesting discoveries. But it didn't really mean much on its own.

I prepared my phone and took some discreet pictures of the women around me, added them to my collection and tried to analyze my findings.

I concluded that sex was the driving force. That people, for some reason, held that part of themselves as close to their chest as they could, especially in our neck of the woods.

I set up an automatic camera in our bathrooms, my mom's and my sisters, and our guest bathroom downstairs so that I could see that hidden part of life.

I know that it was pervy, but it was data gathering for a higher purpose!

Very soon I was seeing another side of the people around me. For instance, I discovered that my sister was a shy but horny girl.

She had a routine that she would enact every few days after her shower, where she would play with herself.

But probably wracked with guilt after her orgasm, she would listen to her music in her darkened room with just the light from the bathroom on.

Mom liked to take long showers and she and dad had way more sex than I thought that they ever did.

I saw her wash some sex-toys in their sink and then I found them hidden in the back of their closet. They were kinkier than I ever gave them credit.

After a big party that we had at our house I gathered a wealth of material.

I discovered the colors of panties of most of mom's friends, and who wore them and who didn't.

But the most mind-blowing discovery that I made was about my aunt Linda and her sexuality.

She was usually a stuck-up bitch, to me, to my mom, my dad, to everybody. Always preaching about what is proper and how things are, and should be done.

She was somewhat religious, and if she were a man, I could just imagine her being a preacher or even a church elder.

What I found about her, when the dust settled and the party was over, was that she had this other, very sexual side of her.

She was the first to use the bathroom when they arrived and I saw that she was commando and with a butt-plug!

My preachy, pretty, stuck-up aunt, wasn't wearing any underwear and she was wearing a butt-plug.

After her trip, she was quick to pull it out, use the toilet then wash up and stuff it back up her plump ass.

I sat back and replayed the clip, all alone in the house, on repeat. Getting a good look of her and trying to understand that side of her.

That wasn't all that I found out about her.

She was having sex in our bathroom! And with her son at that!

They arrived for lunch and stayed overnight. On that short visit, I caught her and my cousin Josh fucking on camera three times. While so many people and her husband were just on the other side of the door!

I properly sorted my finds in my library. Splicing the clips of aunt Linda and Josh into one long one and studied them. They were the only ones that fucked in our bathroom.

As she entered the bathroom, she washed her hands without locking the door. Josh came in and then he locked it. She turned to him and got down to her knees before him with a smile.

He braced himself against the wall as she swallowed his cock silently.

I never expected a show like that, so I had aimed the camera at the shower and toilet seat. Still, I caught all of the action but without the actual, fine details.

I watched her head bob on his cock as he held her with both hands directing her mouth. Basically, fucking her face and getting himself off.

It was a very relaxed, almost silent encounter; they didn't show any fear or haste to it, that was obvious.

It was also clear that it wasn't their first time, a one-time thing, a spur of the moment.

It was practiced, almost rehearsed, thought-out rendezvous.

"Cum for me baby. Cum for your mother." I heard her command him as she obviously held his dick to her lips while I watched her hand pumping his long cock.

He closed his eyes, holding her head still, he busted his nut into her mouth with quick jabs of his dick into it.

Ducking her head she pushed his cock into her mouth and held it still as he writhed against the wall coming down from his orgasm.

Slowly she stood up on her feet and turned her cum-smeared face toward the camera.

Looking into the mirror, she licked her wet with cum lips clean, and rubbed into her face the rest of his cum that was on her cheeks.

Picking up her dress, Josh held it up as he kneeled behind her pressing his face to her naked ass.

Aunt Linda grabbed the edge of the counter and backed her ass up at him while gyrating her hips and gladly swiveling her head on her shoulders; her whole smiling face filling the frame.

Her eyes fluttered her tongue licked her lips as I saw dew form on her brow and her flushing face. She bit her lips; her eyes rolled in their sockets as she panted in heat.

"Fuck." Escaped her lips so quietly that I doubt that Josh even heard her, but my camera had. As she bowed her head down to the cool marble of the sink, catching her breath.

"Stop honey. That is enough.

I've sucked you off, you've had some pussy, now go; you can now be calm for a while. Go and have a drink, have something to eat.

Remember, be good!" She said as she turned in his hands while he still held her ass captive.

She threw down her dress between him and her nudity, covering his arms that still held her naked body.

"I could go for some more mom." He said playing with her under her long dress.

"I'm sure that you could. I'm sure that you could. And you will, just not right now.

I cooled you off for now. But when you get hard again, you give me a sign, and then you can get some more." She said pinching his cheek like he was nothing more than a toddler, and that they didn't just fuck. Pulling him up to his feet by his chin.

He stood up and kissed her cum-smeared lips. She pushed him away, turning toward the mirror and camera to fix her makeup.

Josh grabbed her big tits and gave them a squeeze before he left her alone in the bathroom.

Already they were entering the bathroom again in my edit of their encounters.

Josh locked the door and just picked up his mother's dress. Exposing her utter nudity to my camera as his hands went to her chest from behind while he pressed her naked ass to him.

Aunt Linda stood silently in his arms as he huffed while groping her.

"There are so many pretty girls here. I would fuck them all." He said as he ate up his mother.

"I know that there are, and you know that you can't fuck them all. That is why I am here for you. You can only fuck me and cool off dear.

I am here for you baby. Just me." She said as she stroked his feverish face.

Bending over in front of him, pulling her dress up and over her shoulders she exposed her whole back to him and as she held onto the counter while looking back at him.

"Pull out that plug and fuck me baby. Fuck your mother up the ass and you will be all right. Stick that big thing in me and fill me up.

Empty your balls and relax honey. You know how much I love you. Fuck me baby." She chanted like a prayer, as she threw her head back while Josh was already half way in.

"Annie is such a slut!" He said about my sister.

"I would so like to fuck her like this." He added as he bore into his own mother from behind.

She was right under the camera. I could see his long cock disappear into her bowels as she gyrated her hips for him, throwing her head up from time to time to show me the grimace of pleasure on her face.

"You can fuck her; she isn't a threat to you like the other sluts are. Fuck her even if she is your cousin, if she wants, you can fuck her, but no one can know!

Aaaahhhhh!" Aunt Linda let out a muted moan through her gritted teeth.

Holding her hips tightly, I watched him stroke his cock into her with long slow thrusts. Aunt Linda grimaced in pleasure while squeezing her eyes shut as he bore into her.

"Aunt Sally is hot too.

I think that I saw her pussy when she bent over.

I'd fuck the shit out of her too." He said that about my mom, the horny fuck, as he plowed into his mother without mercy, and she just let him.

Aunt Linda's face flushed; her mouth kept falling open as her head boobed from the force of his fucking.

Her eyes fluttered as she fought to keep them closed.

"You could, you could. She is such a slut.

But she is a tease, she wouldn't let you fuck her like I am.

Fuck me honey, fuck your mother baby!" She grunted as Josh tore into her earnestly.

Josh fucked her relentlessly, taking his pleasure and forcing pleasure on her. It was clear that she was very aroused and fighting against it, unsuccessfully.

Looking back at him she commanded: "Hurry up, hurry up already. They will notice that we are both missing." She huffed as her head fell from another forceful hump losing her cool as her orgasm came over her.

"Yes, mom. Yeeeeessssssssss mooooom!" He grit through his teeth as he sped up into his final run, pumping like a fucking machine into her ass.

Pulling off of his cock, aunt Linda spun on her heels quickly. Taking his wet cock into her mouth, she stroked him hurriedly to finish between her lips.

Getting all of his seed into her mouth I heard her sigh as she took deep labored breaths.

"There baby. That will soothe you for a while." She said as she stayed crouched before him sucking and licking his dick clean.

When Josh left her to fix her makeup, aunt Linda wiped down her wasted ass and wet pussy. She washed her face, cooling down and her flush had receded. She reapplied powder to her face and with a swift jab at her ass, she stuffed her toy back up into her before she left.

Without a breather they were in the bathroom again.

Josh was frantically groping his mother with his hands hidden under her dress as she ever so slightly smiled and giggled enjoying the attention that he was giving her.

She put down the top of the toilet seat, and pulled his pants down to his knees; effectively restraining his movements.

"You sit there and I will take care of everything." She said and he did what he was told.

As he sat, his cock was sticking up from his lap and he held it at the base pointing at his mother.

Aunt Linda grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it all the way up and around her neck, effectively being naked save for a lacy bra that restrained her ample tits.

A quick tug at her bra, and they were both free to bounce on her chest.

Placing the hefty, gnarled toy, on the counter she backed up to his cock.

Josh aimed it at her fine ass as she sat down on his pole.

It just slipped in and she was sitting in his lap. Her legs spread wide, her ass impaled on his staff and his hands grabbing her tits passionately.

With her arms up, holding her dress, she slowly gyrated in his lap, rising and falling on his stiff shaft fucking him while her pussy shone and yawned, wet and gaping.

Josh grabbed her pussy, gripping her with a couple of fingers, as he mauled her tits pulling and pushing her on and off of his cock.

"It's late, and this is your last fuck until tomorrow when we get home. So be cool." She said as she gyrated on his big and long tool.

"Is dad going to fuck you tonight?" He asked his mother as he pulled her down into his lap.

"Probably.

That is why you will have to wait your turn till we get home.

He's had a few drinks and he's been drooling all day over your aunt Sally.

Just looking at her ass and tits makes him always so horny; that he then fucks the life out of me on our visits." She said biting the inside of her cheeks, licking her lips.

"Don't let him fuck you up the ass. This ass is mine." Josh grunted.

"I know, baby. My ass is yours, and only yours; but when your father gets a hold of me after he's been ogling your slutty aunt's ass all day, I can't stop him. He loves to fill me up just as much as you do. I dare not deny him.

With a few drinks in him he just gets too horny to handle, and it takes him half the night to spurt his couple of drops.

If he has it his way with me tonight, I won't get any sleep and I certainly won't be able to sit down all day tomorrow." She said as she gyrated her hips, raising her hands above her head like a belly dancer.

"Fill me up baby, I want to sleep with your seed all night. Mix it with his, if he takes me, and I will sleep well." She said as she bounced on his cock in the runup to the finish line.

"Yes mom." He replied obediently.

It was a frenzy of motion on our toilet and they were picking up speed and aunt Linda was throwing her head about.

She pulled his hand away from her pussy and had him grab her free tit and hold it steady as she brought them off with a perfect set of moves and gyrations.

Josh filled her ass and just sat under his mother as both of them caught their breath.

Reaching for her toy, she bent over as she pulled off of his cock. Then, without letting his cum spill out of her, she plugged her ass up.

"There, that will keep it safe for tonight until your father decides to add his own to your mix.

Now, you be good." She said smiling at him as she fixed her tits and let her dress fall down to cover her nudity.

Josh stuffed his cock in his pants and left her.

She sat for a while catching her breath before she too left.

I remembered the next day before they left. Aunt Linda was grumpier than her usual bitchy self while sitting sideways on her seat, and her ass did have this odd swing to it when they did finally leave.

I've made a mess under my desk too while just watching my aunt and cousin fuck.

Cleaning up I sat back to think.

It was kind of weird to see a mother and son fucking. But I really had no feeling about it. It was a hot fuck. That they were mother and son didn't really disturb me. It had nothing to do with me and I didn't really care that they were fucking.

Like with my pretty crush, watching them get off was my discovery.

They were fucking of their own accord, not because they were being paid to do it. No one was forcing them to have sex. They wanted to fuck.

They didn't care that she was his mother and that he was her son, she took him up the ass and sucked him dry. Just because they wanted it.

Then she came out and spent the day with her family, then she went back and fucked him some more, then she was out with people around her... then another fuck.

It was like having drinks; you pour one, then nurse it for a while, have a snack, then you pour another, and repeat, all through the day. Like she said about her husband, drinking all day and eyeing my mother.

She was grabbing time to have sex in the bathroom with her son, even when other people were there, like it was just another party favor.

When I had decided that I would put a camera in the bathrooms of our house, I was probably over thinking it.

Where I was going to put it, how to hide it, how was I going to access it to change the batteries, and so much more, but I never thought about what it would mean when I would get my catch.

Finding out about my aunt's sexual proclivities was furthest from my mind. Finding out about what the women did in the bathroom, seeing their pussies, their panties, was what I was after.

But it was so much less then I could have imagined.

I had invaded the privacy of so many of mom's friends just to see them use the toilet!

Of course, there was a glimpse of ass and pussy, the moment that they were taking off and pulling on their panties, but the sheer plainness of using the toilet was the center of the frame.

Aside from my aunt's sexuality, it was a complete miss.

I did find out that almost every woman in my circle wore some nice underwear.

Not many were shaven, some were groomed and there was just one thong amongst all of them, our slutty neighbor, but that was to be expected of her.

My crush

I was at the shop on a slow day when my crush returned with her device.

It was a pad that her husband used to follow the news and it was lagging. Taking her information, I told her that I would give her a call when it was done.

"You don't have to hurry. I won't have time to pick it up today. He is on his trip and won't be needing it soon.

Take your time and if there is an upgrade for it you can do that too. He likes to use it because of the bigger screen." She said as she gave me the device and dictated the passwords to me, again.

I don't know if she didn't know what was on the pad, or if she had that much trust in me, but she gave me all of his and her passwords.

"You might not need them, but just in case." She said as I wrote everything down.

"Does it have trouble connecting to the TV?" I asked her as I watched the light play on her dress shining through it.

As if she read my mind, she clasped her hands over her crotch and giggled.

"I remember you telling me that we could do that with the phones too, connect them to our TV, but somehow it turned out to be too complicated, so we never did, and I don't know if it does." She said, hooking her handbag on her arm getting ready to leave.

"Maybe when you fix it you can bring it over and hook it up for us, and we have another camera that I like that is giving me some sass." She said as she smiled at me cheerfully.

I couldn't talk, all I could do was take slow deep breaths and nod.