Yes, there are many Mom & Son camera stories on Literotica. Yes they are often similar, this one is mine. If you do not enjoy this subject matter do not read it.
This episode is the fourth chapter of my story.
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I reached over to grab the camera, trying not to dislodge my cock from mom's ass. Succeeding, I lifted my body a little and snapped a couple of one handed shots aimed at mom's ass, inches of my cock visible. I collapsed gently onto mom's back dropping the camera onto the patio, with a clunk.
"Aaahh, this feels so good," and I meant it. My semi hard penis was slowly losing blood until it slid out of mom's ass with a quiet gasp. I'm not sure if it was the sound of the camera hitting the ground or my cock exiting mom's ass that caused mom to speak.
"Sweetie, what have we done?" Ah-oh said my brain.
"Mom we've done nothing, we love each other, let's go inside & eat." Panic was almost noticeable in my voice (because I was panicking).
"Son, we can not, must not, what have we, ohhhh god." Having heard mom regret sex with me a couple of times over the last few hours, perhaps I did not take her comments seriously enough.
"Mom, I love you, let's take a shower, I'll scrub your back."
"Son, get off me, NOW, please." Truth was I was up and trying to put a towel around mom's naked body as she spoke. By the time she said her next words I was through the patio door into the house, camera in hand. I only heard her because the door stayed open and she was speaking louder than usual.
"Son, give me that camera now, it is evil, we can never have physical, sexual contact ever again, I don't want to see you..."
There was more but I was climbing stairs 3 at a time and listening to voices in my head;
motherfucker you just fucked mom, in every hole, 3 times on a Sunday. Damn that was unbelievable, and you better remember every second because it ain't happening again. And you may be sleeping at the 'Y' tonight
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By 6 o'clock in the evening, locked in my bedroom things appeared to have died down. I plugged the camera battery in to recharge, took a shower and listened from behind my door to the rest of the house, trying to hear any traces of mom.
I had heard little since her shouted comments as I zoomed up the stairs, hours earlier. Couple of doors closing, running water (shower), murmur of a voice (hers), presumably on the phone, then pretty much silence. Mom had not spoken to me or tried my bedroom door.
By seven, still nervous, unable to stay in my room, even though I had enough photos of mom on my hard drive to masturbate all night, I headed out.
Quietly as I could, I snuck from the house, no sign of mom, went to the closest pub and spent my last few pounds drinking beer until closing time.
The house was silent when I returned; I slept, 'left the house early Monday. I withdrew cash from my "never touch" savings account so I could go straight to the pub after work every night of the week, getting home late, sleep, shower, early start the next day.
It appeared mom was home during the week, only because on a couple of evenings, I could detect old cooking smells wafting through the house. Wednesday night I noticed my camera, in its case, sitting on the coffee table in the living room. Mom must have taken it from my bedroom. I did not touch.
Friday night, I drank a little more, staggered home a little later & went to bed. Never saw mom. To be honest I drank a lot more on Friday night. A group of my friends and I had a blast.
I jerked awake just before midday Saturday, aware something had woken me. Mom had yelled out and slammed the front door closed. Sitting up, noting I had only a minor hangover and recalling her words before the door closed.
"Bye honey, see you later." To be fair this was no deductive spectacular. Truth was I usually drank a lot on Friday nights & woke late. Mom slammed the front door and shouted out when she went shopping, nearly every Saturday.
Still, it felt good; we appeared to at least be speaking, even if not face to face.
My morning erection felt particularly hard and optimistic as I grasped it lovingly.
At 6:30pm Saturday evening, Dr. Who was on the brink of saving everyone. I was lounging on the big 'L' shaped sectional in the living room; I heard a thump against the front door, a giggle, 'key being used and the door opened.
Mom's older sister by 2 years, just as hot as mom, wearing a red bikini tripped into the hallway, followed immediately by mom.
"Hello boy, whatyadoin" asked (actually slurred) Aunt Pru. I do not know what her full name is. I had asked if it was Prudence and been told no, call me Pru, so many times I had stopped asking mom or aunt Pru. She nearly always called me boy or little man, kinda annoying but she was beautiful with bigger tits & ass than mom. Looking at her body, swaying as she walked into the living room, she might have a hotter body than mom.
Aunt Pru always looked good, great cleavage, bare legs and/or shoulders, demanding everyone look at her very hot body. Unfortunately we did not see her very often, mom & Pru were definitely sisters but they did not appear to be very sociable sisters. Pru had stopped by a couple of Saturday's ago, only for a few hours; I had spent the entire visit trying to peer down her blouse looking for even more boobage than she was already showing. Looking back, I realized I had not left mom & Pru alone for a second, too busy perving. They had talked generalities and Pru had left.
As mom began speaking, I had an awakening of consciousness. Mom had not started showing cleavage 2 Saturdays ago (when this story series started) but on the previous Sunday. The day after aunt Pru had stopped by and I had spent the entire 2 hours trying to check out her breasts and legs (mostly her breasts) in front of mom. Even during the week mom had been flashing skin, nothing wank-worthy but the first skin in 6 months, I realized, until this second, I had not noticed.
"Sweetie, I asked how you were, what have you been doing today?" Mom sounded normal & politely interested.
"Nothing much mom, football game, tidied my room, watching TV. Where have you been?" Pru spoke up in a loud I've been drinking voice."
"Boy, we've been at that pervert Smith's pool party. What a piece of shit he is"
"Pru, don't cuss in front of.."
"What the fuck sis, that man is unbelievable." Mom moved next to Pru, put her arm around her waist, presumably to steady her swaying body and change the conversation. Neither mission was successful.
"No sis, I know you warned me and wore that granny swimsuit. That dirty old man would not leave me alone. He followed me into the bathroom and only left when someone announced two of the teenagers in the pool were topless."
