Christine:
The day after the pool party Ken's life would change, making his every dream come true. Christine was a teacher at a junior college and often taught Saturday classes. This day, as usual, Ken was waiting for her to come down to breakfast, before heading to class. He never missed sending Christine off to work because he loved the way she dressed.
Christine did not wear overly sexy clothing, always dressing as "business professional." That did not mean she hid her body as Mary did. She wore pantsuits, but mostly skirts, usually a little above the knee, nice blouses. She always wore heels and nylons. 4-inch pumps. Never sandals, or open-toed heels, always what Ken called "Fuck Me Pumps" or FMP's.
He'd discovered from going through her dresser looking for jackoff material, that Christine did not own any pantyhose. She only had nylons, either thigh highs, or with garters, and her bras and panties were always sexy, but in a classy way.
Ken had grown to be obsessed with FMP's and nylons and always fantasized about making his mom wear nothing but heels and nylons around the house and fucking her at will. Ken never missed making breakfast for his mom so he could drink in her killer heels and nylons, as she usually went straight to her bedroom and shed those upon coming home from work.
Today, Christine asked Ken to look at the computer she used in her bedroom. It was getting old, but she was attached to it and had resisted replacing it, even though Ken had a good brand name backup computer he'd used for gaming that he'd offered her before.
This time Ken told his mom he'd try to fix it, but if he could not, he would transfer all her files to the new computer for her. All he needed was the original disks for her old computer to try to fix it. Christine told him the disks were somewhere in her closet.
After Christine left, Ken went upstairs to get started. Luckily, he had all day, as it was Saturday, and he had no plan to fix the old computer, planning to replace it with his backup and present Christine with a fait accompli.
Ken immediately tore down the old computer, pulling its hard drive and installing it in the new computer. He then started the transfer of all his mom's working files, pictures, etc. from the old drive to the new one. He planned to reinstall the old drive in the old computer and use the original disks to wipe the old drive before disposing of it. Once the transfer was started, he went to his mom's closet to look for the original disks.
It wasn't the first time he'd been through his mom's walk-in closet, but he'd never delved deeper than into her lingerie drawers before. This time he had to dig deeper to find the elusive disks. He never did find them.
While going through one of the lower, larger, drawers he found something. He noticed the bottom of the drawer was at least four inches higher than it should be, indicating there was a hidden compartment in the drawer. Removing all the sweaters in the drawer, he found the drawer had a false bottom. Removing that bottom changed his life.
The drawer:
The first thing Ken found was a dog collar and leash. A padded dog collar, in pink, with rhinestones and an engraved metal plate. The engraving on the plate shocked Him. It said: "This slut is available for use with permission. 555-212-1515"
Ken was named after his late father, and he recognized the phone number as his father's, and now his, cell phone number. Ken instantly recognized what the collar meant. His mom was a submissive, and his late father had been her master. The other various toys, restraints, whips, lubricants, and several small butt-plugs reinforced this.
A thorough search of the closet revealed other evidence of his mom's prior lifestyle and another item that sealed the fate of a second mom. He found a couple of DVDs. Without hesitation, they went into his mom's DVD player, and what he found was hundreds of pictures of his mom having sex with his father, in obvious dominant/submissive settings.
The prize, however, was a series of pictures of Christine, and Alice, Tom's mom, both kneeling, collared, hands tied behind their backs, eagerly sucking cocks, and being fucked. The kicker; Tom's estranged father was being sucked and fucked by Christine, while Alice was fucking and sucking Ken's dad.
This motivated Ken to expand his search. He immediately went to the computer and started a careful examination of the old hard drive. He struck gold. He found a series of folders where his mom had downloaded about a hundred erotic fiction stories from one of his favorite websites, Literotica.com. He found his tastes to be identical to his mom.
All the articles tended to be about submissive mothers, being dominated and turned into fucktoys by their sons. They also tended to feature gangbangs, often by the son's friends, and dominance over multiple moms or MILFs.
The final prize was a series of pictures that had to have come from his mom's cell phone, of Ken and friends jacking off in the clubhouse to pictures of the four moms.
He then searched the rest of his mom's room, ending with her bathroom, where he found that his mother was taking birth control pills. This confused him, as his mom never dated, was always home evenings, and had, to his knowledge, never had a relationship with any man since Ken's dad died.
At his point, Ken figured there was an excellent chance he would take all three of his mom's holes before the day was over! He printed a good selection of the photos he'd found, including the ones of Alice. He also printed a selection of the sex stories, collected some of the sex toys, including the collar.
His final act was to install several of his wireless spy cams in his mom's bathroom and bedroom. He then took a long hot shower, shaved, put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and took his evidence downstairs to await his mom.
Christine Comes Clean:
When Christine walked into the kitchen from the garage, she was her usual happy self, thinking she had the rest of the day and Sunday to spend with her son, something she loved. At first, she didn't realize what she was looking at, but she slowly recognized what was laid out on the kitchen table.
