Continuation from Part-1...
Previously, Sam had found a bunch of old DVDs in his basement, one of the cursed DVDs, featured his mother, Jenny, doing porn.
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Mother, Yes!
Chapter 02
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Sam scrubbed the cum off his legs with shaky hands, throwing the cum-soaked sofa covers into the washer. His mind revolted, fixated on his mother's face--her light pink, full lips struggling and stretching around those thick, throbbing cocks, her rosy cheeks bulging and distorting with every brutal thrust. Jenny's cum-smeared expression and her teary eyes flashed continuously in his head, a twisted replay of filth that he couldn't erase. He was desperate for more, he rummaged through the other DVDs, but just like the first, the rest were corrupted--cracked and dormant pieces of her dirty past he had stumbled upon.
"Shit!" he growled, throwing the last disc across the room. He cursed that one disc that had worked, cursed his own sick need to watch. He could have stayed clueless, never knowing about his mother's depraved history but now his innocence was shattered, and worse--he had jerked off twice to her getting fucked by those strange men, her moans rattling around in his head. Guilt chewed at him from inside, but his dick throbbed with twisted with a strange rebellious nasty joy.
He was exhausted after his morning sessions, so he stashed the DVDs under his mattress and collapsed onto his bed, drained both mentally and physically. His quick nap turned into a whole six-hour blackout. It was almost evening when he jolted awake to a sharp sound coming from the living room--his mother was home. His gut twisted inside him like a bitch, rumbling and shaking. How was he supposed to look at her now? This wasn't some casual awkwardness; it was a nightmare no one could ever prepare you for, the kind of shit that would drive a man to leap off a fucking roof.
Still, he managed to drag his ass up. He swapped his cum-crusted pants for clean ones, and crept into the hallway. But before he could get to the living room, a deep, slutty moan stopped him cold. His heart pounded as he edged forward and peeked around the corner. There she was--his mother, Jenny, sprawled on her back across the kitchen table, her painted toes curling in the air. Her red skirt was lying on the floor, and a burly man's head was buried between her thighs, slurping her up with loud and wet smacks. The next moment he must have did something special because it made her cry out, her legs clamping around his skull as she bucked against his face.
"She must think I'm not home," Sam thought with his pulse racing.
The man's meaty hands traveled up, groping her tits through her tight white blouse, pulling louder and sharper moans from her throat. Then with a savage yank, he ripped her shirt open, buttons exploded, pinging across the floor, then tore her bra down. Her heavy, juicy breasts spilled free, nipples stiff and begging for more. Sam's cock twitched violently in his pants, he couldn't tear his eyes away from the scene as his hand slid down, taking his cock out and brushing the slick tip of his erection, pre-cum oozed over his fingers, dropping down on the floor, lubing him up, but the scene paused just as he grabbed his dick.
The man stood up, dragging Jenny closer by her ankles. He kissed her on the lips in a feral kiss, her tongue lapping down her own pussy juices from his mouth with desperate hunger. After they were done kissing, she rose on tiptoes, half-naked in her shredded shirt, she picked up her skirt from the floor and strutted to the bathroom half-naked, hips swaying to taunt him and shirt hanging in shreds. Sam stood there like a fucking creep, cock in his hands, pants sagging around his thighs. Snapping out of it, he yanked them up and stormed to the bathroom door.
"Mom? That you?" he asked in a raised and unsuspecting voice.
"Sam!" Jenny's voice cracked with shock. "You're home? I thought you'd be at James's!"
"Nah, I didn't go," he muttered, shifting awkwardly.
He heard her scrambling, then the door swung open. She had ditched the torn clothes for a black bathrobe, her hair tousled, cheeks flushed. She had clearly changed her dressing plans the second she her his voice. Up close, her presence hit him like a punch--his erection softened instantly, he exhaled in relief. The last thing he needed was to pop a boner in front of her.
