The cameras in my mom's bedroom were not disappointing me today. Her boyfriend DeAndre, a fit black man who was a good 20 years younger than her, had arrived at her house in the morning. They'd been having sex all day, only taking occasional breaks for a snack, a cigarette, the bathroom...
This was possibly their last day as a couple. She was planning to visit my dad tomorrow, to whom she was still married. They had separated months prior. She said she had missed him, and it sounded like she was going to attempt to patch things up. That didn't stop her from taking full advantage of the excellent lover she had at her disposal today, however.
They'd fucked hard and aggressively in a variety of positions already. They'd also made tender, passionate love, her moans muffled by their kissing as he slowly pushed his huge cock all the way into her.
They'd been toying with the idea of shooting porn to sell online, hence the cameras. Due to a spyware app I'd installed on her phone, I was able to view the content as they filmed it. Now that publishing their videos was off the table, I'd planned today around viewing every last second of their "breakup sex."
He leaned up from the missionary position and spread her legs apart, holding her ankles. A clapping sound grew louder as he began fucking her harder.
"Damn I'm gonna miss this pussy."
"I know baby. I'm gonna miss your cock. Let's make the most of tonight."
"Heh, you ain't gonna be able to walk to ya husband by the time I'm done with you."
"DeAndre! You're bad."
"Yeah? You like it."
"I do. Fuck me boo. Oh god, fuck me!"
He pinned her legs back and pounded her forcefully. She held his waist, welcoming his thrusts, her extra long, slutty red nails looking perfect against his skin. They seemed to be fucking with a certain desperation, knowing their tryst was soon coming to an end.
"Yes! YES! YESSSSSSSSSSSS!"
She had a screaming orgasm, her third of the day. He hadn't cum yet, so I knew they would go at least one more round before they got ready to go to the club.
After she recovered and had another cigarette, DeAndre lie on his back as she mounted him in the reverse cowgirl position. I could see that she was wearing the dangling Playboy belly ring I'd bought her the day before. It was of course suited for younger women, but there was something provocative and alluring about my mom decorating herself like a slut in her twenties.
She was in great shape, especially for a woman in her sixties. All the time spent at the gym and fucking her soon-to-be ex-boyfriend had paid off in muscle tone, flexibility, and sexual stamina. She nearly had the body of a porn star these days. Age had taken its toll on her large breasts, but a good boob job, now highly unlikely, would have perfected them. Even though I was highly aroused by what I was watching, I also mourned that these days would soon come to an end. Not long before, I'd been sad that she had a new man in her life. Had I really become such a pervert since then that I no longer wanted her to get back with my dad? They'd been married for nearly 40 years. Perhaps it was inevitable.
"Mmmmm I can feel you getting close, boo," she teased.
"Yeahhhh keep riding, just like that."
She leaned forward and began slamming her ass down harder onto his cock.
"Come on baby, gimme that cum!"
"Fuck YEAHHHHHHHH!"
He grabbed her hips to hold her in place as he pumped his load into her. I could see his dick twitch with each wave he shot. This sent me over the edge. I blew my load, wishing I was the one cumming inside her.
She hopped off his dick, turned around, and sucked the last drops out of him.
"Linda, you're so beautiful."
She blushed, but continued sucking.
"That Monroe piercing is perfect for you."
"Thanks!" She giggled. "My son picked it out for me."
"He has good taste."
"Yeah... he does."
I nodded and grinned with pride. I'd taken her out on a date the day before, buying her sexy outfits and jewelry at the mall. We hit her tanning bed and salon afterwards, where I'd paid for a new brunette hairstyle for her, longer nails, longer lashes, and more filler in her lips and cheeks. I'd given her the face of a porn star, and I even got to be the first one to kiss her new lips after I dropped her off.
"We should get ready, babe," she suggested.
"Yeah, better hit the shower."
I hated when they left the bedroom, away from their cameras. That was my scope into their lives. I'd secretly been in the house twice while they were fucking, but it was much safer to watch them remotely, and I'd grown accustomed to it. This was the effect of porn on my brain, wasn't it? I was just one less male taking risks in the world, opting instead to masturbate in front of a screen. No. There had to be another way. I'd taken my sexy mom on a date yesterday. No phones, no screens. She kissed me when I dropped her off, and flirted with me throughout the day. She even had me adjust the straps of her thong bikini at the tanning salon to help get her tan lines perfect. Fuck spying on her. I could have her... but she still belonged to my dad. Dammit. Voyeuring her in her bedroom this one last night was all I had. The thought of watching her with my chubby, aging dad made me want to puke. I doubted she would record sex with him, but even if she did, I had no interest in watching it. DeAndre was a much better proxy for me to watch her fuck, wishing it was my own cock pleasing her.
After they finished showering together, DeAndre was the first to return to the bedroom and get dressed. It was no wonder he'd been able to seduce my mom with relative ease. He had it all. Big muscles, well defined abs, a nice smile, confidence, charm, and of course a very large dick. It surprised me that she intended to walk away from all that, at least after one more night of hot sex with him. He put on a dark button-down shirt and a pair of tight white khakis and fresh sneakers before spraying on cologne.
The moment I'd been waiting for came about 45 minutes later. I perked up at the click-clacking sound of my mom walking in heels towards the bedroom. I nearly orgasmed at the sight of her. There was no polite way of describing it; she looked like a whore. She was wearing the leopard print body suit I'd bought her, which fit her especially flatteringly. It lifted and hugged her booty, making it look even bigger and rounder than usual. It jiggled freely in the thin, stretchy material as she walked; she was obviously wearing a thong. There was a cutout around her navel area, showing off her toned stomach and Playboy belly ring. Skimpy shoulder straps held the top of it up, which cut into a deep V, displaying a daring amount of cleavage. The outline of her nipples poking through the top told me that she wore no bra. The outfit was perfectly complimented by a pair of open toe, slingback platform heels with a matching leopard skin pattern. Her feet were otherwise adorned with ornate anklets and toe rings.
Her face was a work of art. Heavy eye shadow, eyeliner, and dark, thickly penciled eyebrows did more than justice to the long fake lashes I'd had put on her at the salon. Her enhanced lips, now deserving of the "dick-sucking lips" descriptor, were absolutely popping from the dark lip liner and sultry red lipstick she wore, plus her new Monroe piercing. The large hoop earrings I'd bought her hung from her ears, at least 4 inches in diameter, with neighboring pairs of 3 inch hoops.
