Mother and son heard the door gently close. The click was so soft and the noise absorbed by the plush carpet and thick drapes of the executive suite, such that it did not transmit over the open mic of the cell phone.
The woman's husband, Roger, on the other end was not really listening anyway. He was focused on the image of his wife's tongue cleaning ropes of cum off stranger's huge cock. The live video feed was not perfect, but they had done this so often, she had a good idea how to position the lens. Roger, on the other end of the line, had his new Iphone set up so she could see his fingers jacking off his firm but very small cock. He had no idea whose gorgeous average sized white cock he was now looking at, but it was nearly twice as big as his, and a whole lot smaller than the monster one that has just shot into his wife Christine's mouth.
"Lick the head darling. You know how I love to watch you do that." came over the speaker phone.
Christine dutifully pulled the foreskin away from the perfectly shaped head and tight to the base of her son's cock. The exposed glans was beautiful. Covered in a shiny layer of saliva and cum, it glistened for the camera. The high resolution of the phone's camera caught the detail exquisitely.
Roger saw the furrow of her long soft tongue curl around the head, bathing the red knob with new liquid. He knew her tricks. She was applying another layer of creamy cum, creating a slick envelope that she would soon suck off. The human cumsicle twitched back to life with the stimulation of the talented kneeling cock sucker.
"That's it darling, get it hard darling. I want to see it deep in your pussy."
The voyeur's wife pressed on the thighs of her tranny son, backing him/her toward the end of the bed, only a few feet away. Bri, heard what her father was asking and understood what her mother was trying to do. Her knees hit the edge of the bed and she fell back with her cock pointing straight up.
Christine stood up and used the phone's camera to show the erect cock and smooth hairless testicles of her son. She did not show his face, she would need to talk to her husband in person about her son's coming out and fucking her. Passing the camera to her son, she motioned for him to use it to follow her as she went toward the catering cart to draw it closer. She knew her husband could see her naked ass as she wiggled it as she sashayed in her 3"mules. The dimple in each cheek was sending a not hard to read message...fuck me. She pulled the cart toward the bed, turned around and flashed her husband a full frontal. Her nipples were hard and erect, her areolas bumpy, her tan lines highlighting the pear-shape of her breasts.
"Hand me the phone would you." she told her son. She put it on mute and then propped the phone against a porcelain coffee cup and stepped back.
"I am going to fuck you. I am going to ride you hard and when I am about to cum I will rise up so you dad can see your cum spill out - all over my cunt. Then I want to you eat it all off me. He loves to watch people cleaning me up. That's what gets your dad off. I don't want him to see your full face. I will have to deal with him in person about what has been going on. Ok? I am going to turn off the mute. Here we go.!!"
Christine turned her back to her naked son/daughter who was lying back on the bed with her face hidden. Leaning forward with her breasts dangling, she took the phone off mute and stood naked in front of the camera. She cupped one breast holding it out with its nipple erect. Her other hand slid slowly down her stomach until her fingers framed the swollen vulva. She caressed her sex carefully as she watched her husband stroke his small cock.
