Author's note:
Hi everyone!
The response to "Down for Repairs" has been insane -- I've never had so much positive feedback before, and I'm just thrilled you've enjoyed the story so far!
I've been hard at work writing more and I've got several parts coming up. This first one is a little short, but I know the ending is something a lot of you have been waiting for. ;)
I hope you continue to enjoy them and please -- keep leaving comments, I love reading them.
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I woke up only vaguely aware that something was happening to me but unable to tell exactly what. Something moved over me and as I came to I realized I had just woken up from my mom sucking me off. At some point she'd snuck into my room, crawled in under the covers and gone to work. Muffled both my dick and the covers, mom's eager mouth made wet, smacking noises as my dick hardened in it.
"Mmm... good morning, sleepyhead." she cooed as I lifted the bed covers a bit to see. "You're finally up. Well... the rest of you, I mean." She smiled and returned to her work. I groaned and laid back, my head still groggy from waking up but the feeling of mom's mouth sending me off into blissful pleasure and I allowed myself to drift away until minutes later I exploded in her mouth.
Mom rose up with a satisfied smile on her face and I noticed she was in her work clothes. "Sorry" she said, smiling innocently like a little girl -- the sight of which was enough to make my dick stir again. "but I knew if I didn't get that wonderful cock of yours in my mouth before work I wouldn't be able to think of anything else all day."
"You're saying my dick could cause an accident?"
"Could do, could do." Mom said in a severe tone before pulling out a pocket mirror and checking her makeup. "Gotta run, honey. Have a good day at school." she leaned in and pecked me on the cheek. She paused for a moment, probably a little aware of the weird shift in tone but with an embarrassed grin from both of us the moment passed. I wished her a good day at work and she headed out.
Slowly I got up and showered. Part of me didn't want to -- I could still smell the aroma of mom's crotch on me, and I wanted to preserve it. But, well... I had to shower.
I had classes late on Tuesdays so I had plenty of time in the morning, and I spent most of it thinking about Harriet.
No, not like that.
...okay yes, also like that.
Obviously since I found the videos with mom and her my biggest focus had been on mom, but Harriet was hot as fuck, too. But mostly I was trying to figure out what I was going to do.
Harriet had lied to mom about deleting the videos; she'd said she had but in fact she kept them on her PC the whole time -- hardly secure. But if that was all maybe it wouldn't be so bad -- a small lie. But in fact she'd actively shared them with someone -- her boyfriend Shane. And Shane had shared them with his buddies. Now it was perfectly possible that the white lie I'd told mom about finding one of her videos online would soon come true.
And that made me angry.
So I set about to do something.
First off, I needed to know a bit more about Shane -- Harriet's probably by now ex-boyfriend. Basic stuff was easy; Harriet's phone contained his contact details including two email addresses. Searching for those online revealed a bunch of social media accounts as you'd expect. From there I correlated with several usernames and bingo -- an account on reddit which almost only posted in a NSFW-subreddit. Specifically it posted pictures. Even more specifically it posted nudes. No videos, but naked photos. Most were of Harriet and very recent, but not all. Scrolling back about three months I found one of Harriet and mom, naked, kissing each other. It was obviously an older picture, though not twenty years old -- maybe ten. Mom looked a little older but not her current age. Mom and Harriet were locked in a passionate embrace, their breasts pushed together and mouths interlocked. Oh to have been in the room when that happened...
But what mattered right now was that what mom was terrified of -- what Harriet had promised her would never, ever happen and in fact already happened. Yes, it could be worse -- but it was already bad.
Shane had used Harriet's PC to log in to his email at some point and Harriet's browser remembered the password, luckily, so using my access to her home network I could log in to his email, too. It was the one he used for Reddit. One password reset request later and I had access to his Reddit account and then all his posts were deleted. Yeah he'd be able to figure out he'd been hacked, but whatever -- point was the pictures were gone. Although he still had access to them and could re-upload them -- and more.
And there was no way I could fix that without getting access to his PC, and slim chance of that.
I was betting on him being the only one with access to them -- he'd told Harriet he'd shown them to some friends and one of them 'leaked' it but that was clearly bullshit -- he'd posted them to Reddit himself.
So I needed access to Shane -- and I only knew one way to get that, which was to go through Harriet.
Could I approach her with this? Maybe threaten to reveal everything if she didn't help me get access to Shane's computer? No, because what I could threaten her with would harm mom, too. She'd never buy it. Guilt trip her, maybe? Yeah, maybe, but hard. I didn't know Harriet well enough.
Mom did, though.
And so, slowly, I arrived at the terrible conclusion that I was going to have to come clean to mom.
Mom sat perfectly still on the sofa and stared into space.
"So..." she began but then nothing else. Another minute passed. "So when you said you'd only seen that one video of me, you'd actually seen all of them?"
"Not exactly." I said.
"What does that mean?"
"I haven't actually gone through them all." I said, choosing not to add the word 'yet'.
"Oh." was all mom said to that. I'd come home a little after her and soon as possible I'd told her we needed to talk. I'd asked her to sit in the living room sofa and I'd laid it all out: How I'd hacked Harriet and found not one video but hundreds, how I'd lied to mom about where I found them and how Harriet had lied to her. I told her about Shane and the photos he'd posted online and how I knew he had the videos, too.
"So." she said again after a while. "The thing I was most worried about happening -- the thing both you and Harriet promised me couldn't happen could totally happen?"
