When Ricky called Lori at work on Friday, she reminded him that he was going to be a guest for the weekend, and he should pitch in with the chores. He told her he already knew that. He also told her that he would miss her, and Lori could honestly say she would miss him more than he would know. Still, going off to the lake for the weekend was a good thing. Ricky needed to be with his friends. He needed that kind of interaction. Still, she wasn't happy to be alone for the weekend. She needed space too, but after the storm and the covered bridge, she wanted other things too. She wanted to explore places she hadn't explored before. As she drove home, she wondered if she should stop somewhere for dinner. She half expected her cell phone to ring and Marie to be on the line. Todd was leaving for the weekend too, and Lori could only imagine how that would affect Marie. But the phone didn't ring, and she didn't quite feel up to dinner alone in some bar. She drove home, popped a frozen something into the oven, and started the weekend chores. At least, she would get a head start on laundry.
Something about an overlarge t-shirt and loose shorts appealed to Lori. She liked the freedom of her home, being alone. She didn't think she'd want to be alone forever, but an occasional weekend didn't hurt. In fact, she thought being alone helped. She had the notion that solitude cleared the mind. Taking time to actually think was a luxury. With Ricky gone, she could afford the luxury. Toss in a glass of wine, and the evening might prove enlightening. After all, she did have some things to consider. She had Marie and Todd to contemplate. Had she really done the best thing for them? And of course, there was Ricky. How were his long-term interests affected? Might she have done a bit of harm? She didn't think so, but that was the sticking point. She hadn't really taken the time to think.
Was it wrong? Was sex with Ricky a bad thing? She certainly didn't feel it was. Every time she thought of his young hard body, his shaft, how he felt inside her, she felt the tingle. Ricky had given her the best sex ever, and that wasn't a bad thing. It was taboo, a sin in the eyes of society. But perhaps society was wrong. She sort of liked the idea of being sinful. Part of the lure was the fact that it ran counter to norms. The rebel in her found the sex appealing. The risk added a flavor that she couldn't find elsewhere. It excited her in ways she couldn't quite name.
When the doorbell rang, she expected to find Marie at the door. Lori wasn't at all sure she liked having her solitude broken. She had signed up for a quiet evening at home, and now she had a visitor.
But it wasn't Marie at the door. It was Justin, Lori's next-door neighbor. In fact, he was the geek next door, a nerd devoted to school and computers according to his parents. He certainly didn't look as mature as Ricky. In fact, he was the skinny egghead most high school girls avoided.
"Justin, hi."
"Hi. I..I just stopped by to show you my new camera." He held up a boxy thing that hardly looked like a camera. "It's digital. Makes real cool pics. I thought you'd like to see."
Lori could hardly think of anything more boring than the "cool" pics of an 18-year-old geek, but she was polite. Justin and his parents were good neighbors. From the way he fidgeted, it was clear he was excited to show her.
"Sure, come on in. Can I get you a coke of something?"
"Coke would be great. Where's your computer? These look great on a monitor."
"In the den."
When Lori reached the den, she found Justin attaching a cable from his camera to the computer.
"These UBS ports are great," Justin said. "You just download your pics and print them or send them over the net.
"No photo processing. Sounds cool," Lori answered.
"Way cool. With the right printer and paper you can turn out pics that look almost as good as photos." He hit some keys and a mouse click, and the screen flashed a pic of Justin's back yard. "Because they're digital, you can manipulate them too. Zoom and edit. You can add text. It's wild."
"I imagine it's the future, right?"
"Totally."
The next few pictures were Justin's back yard, his room, a self-portrait, his parents, the dog, the usual parade of home life. Lori recognized them all and maintained her smile. Obviously, Justin hadn't shown much imagination in taking these pictures. They were standard family fare. For all the hype of digital formats, Justin was mired in plain old photography.
Then came the pic of Lori's house. Cute. Then the pic of Lori's bedroom window. Then, the pic through the window. Then, the pic...
The pic was of Ricky, naked, standing by the side of her bed. And Ricky was fully erect. But that wasn't all. She was naked too and giving Ricky a blow job. There was no mistaking that.
"Justin-"
"It has a zoom lens," he answered.
"That's not important.
"It's a good camera."
"Where did you get this?"
He looked at her as if that was the dumbest question in the world. "I took it."
"You know what I mean. Why did you take it?"
Again, he gave her that "duh" look. Why else would he take it? Because she was giving head to her son. It was sex. How could he not look?
"You know you're not supposed to spy on people," she said.
"I wasn't spying. I was practicing, and the drapes were open."
"That's no excuse. This is wrong. You understand that, don't you?"
"Then so is this one." He clicked the mouse, and another pic appeared. Lori had almost swallowed all of Ricky's erection.
She stared at the pic. It amazed her. It was so clear and real, and there was no denying who was in the pic. That was Ricky, and that was her, and she was doing a number on her own son as any fool could see. She could see the sexual joy in Ricky's face, her own desire in her raised nipples. The pic was erotic and stimulating, more so because it was her and Ricky locked in taboo sex. Fascinating and sexy.
"And this one," Justin said.
The screen cycled again, and there she was, lips locked on Ricky, sucking and feeling, a closer shot than before. She could almost taste him in her mouth. She could see the pucker in Ricky's cheeks from squeezing his ass tight. Damn, they looked aroused and arousing. She had no idea she could ever look this way.
"It even has a video feature."
The monitor went to video mode, and there she was bobbing back and forth on Ricky's rod, him humping as she sucked and pumped. It was like watching a movie, a very erotic movie where she was the star. As she gaped, the Lori on the screen pulled back, allowing Ricky to shoot, spraying her face with his cum. It ran off her cheeks and chin to drip on her breasts. Mom getting creamed by her own son. She gasped. She remembered when that happened.
Then, the video stopped. The screen froze with cum dripping off her chin, Ricky laughing. The image seared her brain. It was the most dangerous picture she had ever seen. She grabbed Justin's shoulder and squeezed.
"This is very bad, Justin. You understand how bad thie is, don't you."
"I don't think you want people to see this," he answered.
"No one's going to see it. You're going to erase all of them and forget you saw anything, right?"
He half smiled, and she suspected he had thought about this ahead of time.
"I can call your parents," she said.
"And tell them I took pictures of you and Ricky?"
"Tell them you're a perverted peeping Tom."
"Then, I'd have to show them the pics, wouldn't I?"
She regarded him with newfound fear. He was acting as if he was in control. But he couldn't be. She was in control.
"No, you won't show these to anyone. And you're going to erase them. Is that clear?"
"You know, they have these web sites. You can post any pic you want."
"You wouldn't dare."
