This story has elements of incest, domination, humiliation, and cuckolding. If you are uncomfortable with these themes, please read no further. This is a work of fiction. Fantasies allow us to explore things that would be harmful in our real lives. While enjoying this story, please remember to always treat others with kindness and respect.
I was up the stairs and halfway down the hall when I heard Mom moaning like a whore through the closed door of her bedroom. My first though was repulsion as I assumed I'd caught my parents in the midst of an afternoon delight, but then I remembered Dad's car hadn't been in the driveway.
My second thought was that Mom was masturbating, which grossed me out even more, but then I heard the deep husky sound of a man grunting and panting. Holy shit, Mom was getting laid and Dad wasn't here. She was cheating on him. What the fuck.
Mentally my world started to collapse as I quietly retraced my steps. I'd come home to do some laundry as the machines in my dorm required quarters and people were always stealing machines, so you had to sit and watch your shit for hours.
Once back outside with my laundry bundle in the back seat, I started my car and was ready to speed the fuck out of there when I felt an over powering desire to know who the man was that Mom was cheating with. The Baker's live across the street and two houses down and they have hedges lining their drive.
They both work, so I backed my car into their driveway. My car was mostly hidden by the hedges and I could just see our front door over the top of the shrubs. My hands were shaking and I kept thinking about Dad and how much he loved Mom. It was just so crazy, she always seemed so in love with him, but here I was, waiting to catch her betraying him.
I didn't have to wait very long. Fifteen minutes after I took up my post, the front door opened. A tall man with sandy blonde hair stepped out. Mom was behind him, I could see she was wearing a robe and I assumed she was naked underneath. She didn't even have time to dress in her hurry to get her lover out of the house before Dad got home.
The man stopped, turned, and leaned toward Mom, kissing her passionately. Well I guess that removed all doubt. She didn't even seem to care that a neighbor might see. She was practically flaunting it. The man walked down the driveway and turned away from me, heading toward a car parked further down the street. Something about the man was familiar. I was sure I'd seen him somewhere before, but in a different context. I couldn't place him.
Mom was back inside with the door closed when the man drove away in his car. I just sat there, my stomach in knots and my head spinning. I loved Mom, but she was destroying our family. This wasn't fair. I didn't want to have divorced parents. I didn't want step-parents, or step-siblings. This was so fucked. What was I going to do. Should I do anything? Could I do anything.
I was trying to decide whether I should go back in the house and act like nothing had happened, do my laundry, and pretend the world was all peaches and cream, or if I should just leave. Could I pretend nothing was wrong? Should I confront Mom?
It nagged at me that I recognized the man but couldn't remember where I'd seen him. If only I could hear what he said to her at the door before leaving. Then I remembered the security camera. A second later I realized I would be on the camera too. One motion activated video showing me arriving like nothing in the world was wrong, and a second video showing me rushing out in a panic. If Mom watched the video she'd know I'd caught her.
I had to delete those video clips. Did I have access? The cameras were installed after I left for school. One showing the front porch and a second recorded the back yard. Dad had given me the password to log in when they'd gone on vacation a few months back so I could keep an eye out for packages. Had they changed the password?
I scrolled though my phone looking for the app but couldn't find it. Had I deleted it? I didn't remember. Then it came to me, I hadn't logged in on my phone, I'd used my tablet. I grabbed my backpack off the rear seat and pulled the tablet out, checking to make sure I had signal. I found the app and when I opened it, the login ID and password had been saved. I pushed the button to connect.
Right away I realized something was different. There were now four cameras instead of two. The two showing the outdoors were still in use, but two additional cameras had been added. One showed the front living space of our home where the living room and kitchen were. The second was in my parents bedroom. It was aimed directly at their bed.
The new cameras were different as well. The icon on the app showed they were recording in high definition and they had controls which allowed a user to pan and zoom the camera remotely. From the camera in the front of our house I could see Mom walking around tidying up the kitchen. She was still wearing the robe. It hung open and when she moved I could see she was indeed completely naked under the thin cover.
There was only one reason I could think of for these cameras to be setup the way they were. Dad already knew Mom was cheating and he was collecting evidence for the divorce. It was too late. I felt like I was being buried under a tidal wave, a tsunami of shit was coming and it was too late to stop it.
I was still watching Mom flaunt her near-nakedness via the app on my tablet when Dad pulled up and parked in the driveway. He didn't see me when he drove past and the shock of losing everything froze me in place. I should have closed the app, and I should have driven the fuck out of there, but I didn't do anything except watch as Dad walked toward the front door and Mom fussed about the house like a slutty maid.
When Dad entered the house I clicked the camera icon to enlarge the video and activate the sound. I don't know why, but I needed to hear the moment my parents marriage ended.
Mom hurried toward him as soon as she saw him, her robe flying open and up like a superhero cape as she exposed herself completely to Dad and to the camera. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. How could she do that? How could she just pretend like she cared about him?
"You're home early. What's the special occasion?" She asked.
The sound quality was amazing. The camera and microphone must have been top shelf, and must have cost a fortune. The camera had followed Mom on her trek to the front door, automatically panning to follow the movement. It seemed Dad had bought the best audio/video gear he could find.
