Mom's Slut Collar
By Phynneman
I got off work at the quick change oil place, washed my hands, and made sure my uniform was not oily or overly dirty. I didn't want to mess up the seats in my car, so I got in my car and headed home.
As I got to the front door of my home, I found it locked. I took out my key and unlocked it. Having come from work, I needed a shower and rest, but that was not to be.
Mom was sitting on the couch in a yellow sheer button-up blouse and knee-length black skirt with velcro tabs on the sides and four buttons that ran up the front of the skirt. Her legs were clad in old-fashioned black hose with seams up the back and high heels. Her legs were perched on the den table. I could see her bra under her blouse, which was probably also sheer. I also saw around her neck a black collar; her collar had, in silver letters, the word MOM SLUT on it. "Dad's not home yet?" She replied no.
I knew what was to come. "Let me shower first, and then I will be down," I told Mom. While I was in the shower, I thought about what to wear. I knew it would have to be easy for Mom to undo and get it off of me. After I had dried off, I put on loose jeans sans underwear, and l chose a pullover shirt that was one size too big. Grey socks but no shoes. Brushed my teeth. Comb my hair and went downstairs.
I sat down beside Mom. "Why do you let him do this to you?" I asked. She looked at me and said he does it to both of us. Then asked me, why did I go along with it? I thought about it for a bit and answered that it was mostly to protect her. She looked at me, a small smile crossed her lips, and said she didn't need protection.
"But the things he makes us do are humiliating, so why do you go along with it?" I wanted to know. She replied, "If I didn't do it with you, he would find someone else, and that would be worse. At least it's kept in the family." Her eyes lowered, and she put a hand on my leg. Then, in a quiet voice, she told me, "Even though I find it humiliating, I also find it sexually exciting. He and I talked about it long ago. If I truly wanted to stop doing it and told him so, he would stop. But I don't really want it to stop." As she said that, she ran her hand up my leg to my crotch and began to rub my quickly rising erection. She continued looking me in the eyes, "Especially when it's with my son and husband, with whom I'm doing it."
I was dumbfounded by what she just said. I mumbled, "Well, at least that's an answer. I guess we will continue with it." She continued to rub my now very hard erection. After waiting a moment, she smiled at me, looked down again, focused her eyes on my crotch with the prominently raised mound she was rubbing, and then asked if I enjoyed it. I wasn't sure if she meant her playing with my hard-on or what she, Dad, and I did with each other. I couldn't lie to her and said that I did, and I also found it exciting. She looked up at me and smiled and said that she, too, guessed we would continue doing as Dad directed and that the money was good when he sold the homemade sex tapes. She just hoped that none of the people we knew bought them.
Mom then got up, went into the kitchen, and started dinner. I also got up, getting the plates and silverware. Since she was already dressed in a see-through blouse and bra with her slut collar on. I asked, "Has Dad told you what he wants us to do tonight?" She said he had called from the office and wanted her to dress in what she had on. He wanted to start filming us standing in the kitchen and for me to partly undress her as if getting her ready for him when he got home. He would then pretend to come in from work, and we would go from there.
Dad got home just as Mom and I finished putting dinner on the table. After we ate and cleaned up in the kitchen, Dad took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and got out the video camera and two small studio lights.
Dad had purchased an expensive motorized mount for the camera. Using a very small handheld remote, he could pan, tilt, and zoom in or out and start and stop the camera. On top of the camera was a small TV screen that showed what the camera was filming and a very sensitive shotgun microphone that could pick up what was being said. By using this set-up, he could be both a cameraman controlling the shots and in the scene at the same time.
He directed Mom to stand by the sink as if doing the dishes, and I was to stand behind her. Once we took our places, he stood back, told us what he wanted us to do, turned on the two studio lights, and then said to begin as he filmed us.
Standing behind Mom while she pretended to wash something in the sink, I reached for her and started feeling her up. I ran my hands over her butt and did an exaggerated squeeze on each cheek. As I ran my hands up her waist, she put her hands down by her sides and said in a voice loud enough to be heard on the camera mike. "You shouldn't do that son. You know you're supposed to wait until your dad gets home."
She turned slightly towards the camera, and I started unbuttoning her blouse. Mom just stood there with a resigned look. Letting me continue until I had one more top button to go. "Your dad will get mad if you continue, and then he will punish both of us." I turned her so she faced the camera and slowly opened her blouse, letting the camera take a long look at her sheer bra. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the TV monitor zoom in on her areolas and dark nipples clearly showing through the bra.
As Dad zoomed back out, I replied, "Just getting you ready for Master." As I pulled each of her bra cups down, I reached into her bra and pulled each tit out so they faced the camera. Her tits rested on her bra, and her blouse, buttoned at the top but pushed to each side of her tits framed them nicely. She just stood there with her hands down as I played with each nipple, making them stand up and out from her white mounds of flesh. Dad once again zoomed in on each nipple as it was being pulled and played with.
"I just heard the front door slam." She said. I turned her back towards the sink, and she put her hands into it.
At this point, Dad entered the frame and stood back. He looked at her and turned her around toward him. "Good," he said loudly as he put one hand under her right breast and bounced it up and down so it jiggled for the camera. "I like it when your tits are out on display." While he said that, he reached for her left breast and repeated what he had done with her right breast.
He asked her if she had chosen to dress like this? She told him no; she had dressed precisely as he told her to. He turned to me while playing with my Mom's right breast and asked if I had done this to my mother. It was more a statement than a question. I said yes, I had; it was to get her ready for him when he got home
His next question was, "Did you have time to stick your finger up her cunt? Or did I interrupt you two before you got to that?" I started to answer, but Mom said, "No, he hasn't done that yet. All he's done was open my blouse and lift my breasts out."
"Will, we are going to change that right now," Dad pulled a kitchen chair around and sat on it. He then pulled Mom over to him and made her bend across his knees, making sure her backside was facing the camera. He pulled her skirt up over her waist exposing her stockings. She had on a black garter belt which held up her stockings. "Good, you're not wearing panties." Mom said loudly so the camera microphone could pick up what she said. "You told me not to and I obeyed you."
Dad then told her to open her legs and she did. Wider, he commanded. Mom opened them until they were more than a shoulder width wide. He panned the camera to get a view up her stockings, followed the black seems to her pussy.
