For the next couple of months I'd sneak into my son's room every chance I could while he and his girlfriend were out to see if there were any new additions to their hidden sex tape. It was always the Same; it seemed that they had decided to stop filming themselves – which disappointed me greatly.
Then one day I got home a little early and as I was walking thru the dining room I noticed a new Sony camcorder sitting on the dining room table. I had seen all the commercials, but the old VHS camera we had still worked fine and never say a reason to buy one of the new models.
About that time my son came walking in from the kitchen with a sandwich in one hand and a can of soda in the other. "Hi pop," he said, "You're home early."
I told him that I had finished a project and decided to quit early rather than try to start something else. "Hay, whose camera is this?" I asked.
"Oh, that's ours," he replied as he picked it up. "We bought it a couple months ago, didn't mom tell you? I got tired of lugging around that big piece of shit to my filmography class and mom bought this new one. Pretty slick isn't it!"
I had to admit it was pretty slick. I also thought that this was probably the reason their VHS tape hadn't changed in months. We talked about the camera for a few minutes. My son gave me a demo on how it worked. When he popped out the little film cassette I asked how the hell you were supposed to show it on our VCR. He laughed, walked over to the bookcase where we keep all of our tapes and pulled out a VCR tape – that opened up to hold the little cassette. He also told me that he hooked the camera up to his PC and transferred the images that way.
Eight days later, on a Saturday, I was home alone. The kids had headed downtown to some type of on-line gaming conference and my wife had headed to the mall bright and early to take advantage of the sales at her favorite stores.
In no time at all I had my sons computer powered up and was searching the hard drive for any pictures or video clips. I was amazed at the number of videos he had on the computer. There were dozens of them, all seemed to be related to his class though. I was about to give up when I saw a couple labeled "I-O 1" and "I-O- 2. This was different than the format he used on most of the rest of the files and was several times larger in size. I selected the first one and hit the enter key.
The image on the screen went black for a few seconds. Then I heard Amy giggling in the background as an image began to materialize on the screen. It was a shot of Amy, on her knees looking up into the camera as she sucked a cock. She winked, and then deep throated the thing, jamming her nose into the owner's pubic hair. That's when it struck me – the cock she was sucking so well didn't belong to my son. The pubic hair was black with some gray.
Amy continued to give a first class blowjob as the camera panned back and away from the two. Obviously there was a third person involved. Finally the face of the owner of the cock came into view – it was my next door neighbor George! Shit, I thought, he's 2 years older than I am!!
On the monitor George grabbed two handfuls of Amy's hair and began to fuck her face hard as he obviously was about to cum. With a loud groan he shoved his cock down her throat, jamming her face into his groin and shot his load into her belly.
