Copyright 2021 Charlie Flemming
Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
Day 5-Thursday March 31
Well, just because you start something doesn't mean it doesn't take a while to do. Anyway, the proceeding part was sending a new package with a camera for every room and a new burner phone with my demands already in it but on a time-release so it happens when I'm at home this time. This wasn't enough to keep Mom from suspecting me, but it would throw her off the scent a little bit.
What I told Mom to do was to set up the cameras throughout the house. Just like before, to put them in places where I could see the entire room. There was one for everywhere. My sisters' room which they shared. It had two beds and was actually bigger than even my mom's room but it was so cluttered with my sister's things you couldn't tell. Not that they were messy, they just had a lot of furniture.
There was one for each bathroom, of which we had two, and the gym and laundry room in the basement. And the garage, and Mom's car, also the kitchen living and dining rooms and the office. And then I sent five more as I didn't want Mom to think I knew the layout of the house. I gave her special instructions to change the batteries once a week as well and if she missed any she would be punished.
These cameras also had microphones. I wanted to keep full tabs on everything that happened in the house now.
Day 9 Monday, April 4
After a weekend of spying on my family, it turns out a whole lot of nothin' happened in that house...
Okay, I could still watch everyone shower, which was kinda cool, though it tended to get a little steamy, literally, so I normally didn't get to see much. There wasn't much in getting more information either as conversations were somewhat sparse. I knew Mom's marriage to Ivy was strained, but I didn't know how much before then. Even when they're working out in the gym it was like the conversations you'd have with strangers on an elevator, unemotional and without intimacy.
Julie and Lana, my sisters, spent a lot of time together but spent a lot of time out of the house. Julie didn't work but had a boyfriend she spent most of her time with. Though, from the one-sided conversations I heard when she talked to him on the phone, he sounds like an entitled asshole. Lana had school and went to hang with friends most of the time. Most of the conversations they had at breakfast and dinner, it seemed, and I was already present for those.
I sent another burner phone to Mom. It was time to spice things up around there.
Day 12 Thursday, April 7
Bruce: Today, I want you to get someone to touch your son's penis. Also, keep the phone and keep it close but if anyone finds it. You know what happens.
A few minutes later, I got a return message. It was funny, I was texting in my pocket and had a small earbud in my ear to have it read any return messages to me. This was because I was sitting on the couch right next to my Mom as she watched TV. It was funny because she was using the cheap phone right in front of me as if I wouldn't notice. I pretended not to for the moment as if the commercial on the tv was riveting.
I watched out of the corner of my eye as Mom responded and the computer voice in my ear chirped, "Mary: can it be me who touches my son's penis?"
I felt my cock twitch a bit. I think I'm going to have to start pushing Mom harder... I responded quickly before Mom noticed the expanding erection in my pants.
Bruce: anyone you like.
I then looked at Mom as if it was the first time I'd seen her, "Hey Mom, what's with the old phone."
She blinked at me, seeming to consider something and I could presume what, but I think I was also in the clear for suspicious persons right then too.
"Just a dumb phone," she said as she got up from the couch and hurried out of the room.
Another chirp in my ear a second later, "Mary: why are you making me do these things?"
I wasn't sure if Mom was spying on me from the other room so I played it safe and answered in my pocket.
Bruce: Don't ask questions about me. Do it again and I'll punish you.
I thought that would be all I'd hear that day but a minute later I heard about chirp, "Mary: at least tell me why you want me to do these things with my son then?"
Bruce: I didn't choose your son. You did. When you put that first camera in his room. Your punishment is you have to show your son your breasts.
Chirp, "Mary: but that wasn't a question about you it was about my son."
Bruce: this isn't about that. I can see from the footage of your house that you were using your new phone right in front of your son. And he noticed! I've changed my mind, you have to get naked for your son. Right now.
Chirp, "Mary: what? But there are other people here."
Bruce: figure it out, you have ten minutes.
God, my cock was rock hard right then.
I wasn't sure what was about to happen but within five minutes there was a text on my phone. My actual phone, not the burner. I took it out of my other pocket.
Mom: come to the bathroom upstairs. I need you for something.
My dick twitched as I ran out of there.
I came into the bathroom which was filling with steam. Mom was taking a shower. I locked the door behind me just in case someone came snooping.
"Yeah, Mom?" I said innocently as I approached the shower. She pushed open the shower curtain and I gulped at my mother's naked beauty. I mean, I had seen her on the videos but it was nothing compared to being directly in front of the living goddess that stood before me. Her legs were toned, long and sexy. Her beautiful swollen pussy was flush with dark hair, her belly a fountain of milky skin that flowed like silk, her breasts were heavenly melons with erect pink nipples that just longed to be sucked, her face was... Conflicted.
She was staring at my crotch and breathing heavily, "I thought maybe we'd take a shower together. Like old times." She suggested as her whole body blushed in embarrassment.
"Umm, are you sure, Mom?" I had to act like I was reasonable for at least a moment, right?
Mom opened her mouth but no sound came out. She sighed then said, "please, son. I just want, umm," she looked away from me. I wondered if I was being too hard on her with my demands.
She closed the curtains, obviously upset. I wondered if I was pushing her too much as I removed my clothes, "sorry Mom," I said as I got in the shower, not doing anything to cover my erection, "I didn't mean to upset you. I'll shower with you wherever you want."
Mom stared right at my cock and kept right on looking at it like it was a snake about to bite her. I grabbed for the soap but she batted my hand away from it, "umm, let me do that for you." She said.
Mom grabbed the soap and then got on her knees in front of me. She didn't waste any time as she immediately grabbed my cock and started to soap it. Her hands moving slowly as she gripped me about the shaft and she dropped the soap and started jerking me like a slut in heat. "You have such a big penis, Dan," she moaned but then realized what she was doing, and the next thing I knew Mom had left the tub and ran out of the bathroom and into her room.
That went a lot different than I thought it would,
I thought.
Day 13 Friday, April 8
I stayed up late that night. At first, I thought about confronting mom about what happened in the bathroom but she got dressed and left in her car leaving me alone with Ivy. I did some actual work too while I was considering everything as I do have an online job.
But the thing I never considered while I was making these plans originally was that Mom would actually start getting turned on by this stuff. I deduced it was one of two things if not both: 1. Mom is so sexually repressed and had done without for so long that my young cock was awakening a very horny side of her, or 2. Mom was a natural submissive.
Either way, I decided to elevate my plans some more. Let's see just how much my mother was willing to submit.
The first thing I did, as I had been doing, was reviewing the footage from the night before. It's not as time-consuming as you might expect, I usually just fast-forward everything until something happened, and then watched that long enough to know it wasn't interesting. But this time, something was interesting.
Mom came in, late, it was after I went to bed. Ivy was up at the kitchen table drinking tea and reading the paper. It was after midnight but Ivy was a bit of a night owl, even if she was also an early riser but I think she survived on taking catnaps throughout the day.
Anyway, Mom came in, and I could tell she was a little drunk, "Oh, Ivy," She sauntered over to her wife and wrapped her arms around her front from behind the chair. She tried to kiss Ivy but Ivy pulled away.
