Julie Russell was glad that the holiday season was over. As much as she loved Joe and Hannah, her children, they were now back in college and Julie was glad to get a little alone time. Besides, both of them usually put in at least one appearance a week. She thought fondly on the recent visit of her husband's black friend, Gary, with whom she had wild, uninhibited sex at every opportunity. She loved her husband, Don, but she had long ago ceased having guilt pangs when she had sex with his younger, incredibly well-hung friend. She sighed as she thought about how satisfying it was to have sex with Gary. As good as sex was with her husband, there was that extra thrill of having sex with Gary. Still, Don was also well-endowed and Julie loved that. That was another thing about the kids being out of the house -- she and Don could have all the sex they wanted, at any time they wanted, anywhere they wanted.
Julie was 43 years old, stood 5-6, with golden blonde hair and shining blue eyes. She had always taken care of her body and was proud that her 32-C breasts still had very little sag, her waist was still small, and her legs and ass were well toned. She loved sex and she knew that one thing that enhanced the sexual experience was appearance. She took pains to keep her body in shape. She kept her blonde hair cut short to enhance what she knew was a very pretty face. She spent money on sexy lingerie to keep Don interested, although he never failed to be ready for sex.
As Julie finished the dishes, she mentally planned out her day. She wanted to get the house clean, then she needed to go grocery shopping and get her hair trimmed. She had plans to cook a nice supper. Though they really were not drinkers, she decided that she would buy a nice bottle of wine to serve. Maybe she would even light some candles. Then they would have sex. Just thinking about her husband's big dick and what he could do with it was making her horny.
As she was dusting in the living room she picked up the security camera that her son, Joe, had set up. She made a mental note to say something to him about it, since it was really never used. She didn't know if it was even turned on. Besides, the way it was angled really didn't even get the outside door at all. Instead, it was oriented toward the living room. Then she noticed the green light on base of the camera. It must be on, then. She wracked her brain to remember how the camera was monitored. Computer? Phone? Both? Hmmm.
As she continued to dust, then vacuum the living room, her mind went back to when Don's friend, Gary, had spent a few days around Thanksgiving. He slept on the sofa bed, and, she recalled with a sigh, they had made love -- strike that -- they had fucked like wild animals one afternoon. She sat down, recalling how she had mouthed Gary's gargantuan black cock, then how they had fucked. He had even given her anal sex, something that she really loved, but which her husband rarely wanted. She glanced up at the camera, noticing the green light and the camera pointed directly at her. Hmmm. What if...? Theoretically, could she be monitored at this moment? Didn't Joe say that the camera recorded so that, in case of a break-in, they could go back and look at the footage? Suddenly she was gripped with panic. This camera was installed way before Thanksgiving! Was it possible that what she and Gary did had been recorded? Where would that be stored? On what device? A cloud? A phone? A computer? Was it possible that her son, Joe, might come across that recording?
She raced up the stairs into Joe's room and pressed the button to boot up his desktop computer. Julie had limited technical savvy, but knew enough to search a computer. When it booted up, she started scanning the desktop for icons that might have to do with a camera or home security. Having failed there, she started looking through various file libraries. Then she saw it -- HOME MONITORING -- an innocuous looking folder. She opened it and visually scanned the lists of folders. They were obviously automatically generated. Each folder was a different date. She clicked on a random date and clicked on the file. A message popped up, telling her that the file was out of date. What could that mean? Were they automatically deleted after a certain time? She clicked on one from the previous day. A message popped up -- SEARCHING CLOUD FOR FILE -- and then a video started playing, showing the living room. She noticed the time stamp at the bottom of the screen -- 12:01 AM. She fast-forwarded to 8:30 and saw that the television was on. Then she saw herself walk through the room. Thank goodness she was dressed. But what about the hundreds of times that she walked through the living room in just her nightie? What about the day during Thanksgiving holiday that she fucked Gary in that very room?
She quickly found the date that she knew would have been the precise day that she and Gary had had sex. After opening the folder, she clicked on the file and was given the same out-of-date message. She exhaled. "Thank Goodness!" she gasped. After clicking on a few more files at random, she satisfied herself that the files automatically deleted after a couple of days. She closed the folder and was about to shut the computer down when she noticed a folder labeled CAMSAVED. Again a jolt of panic coursed through her. With shaking hands she clicked the folder. To her consternation, the message ENTER PASSWORD FOR ACCESS appeared. WHAT? Password protected? What could be the password? She had no idea.
She sat staring blankly at the screen. Surely her son had not seen her with Gary. Just because he had a folder with a password really didn't mean anything. Maybe they were porn videos? No, they wouldn't say CAMSAVED. Perhaps they were pictures from his camera on his cellphone. She exhaled again. Surely that was it. She was getting herself in a stew over nothing. He probably had made some pictures, or videos, that he didn't want just anyone to see. So what? He was over 20 years old. He was an adult.
She suddenly wondered if he had made "dick pics" or even videos of himself masturbating. Now that was something she would love to see. Her son was unmistakably sexy and she certainly wouldn't mind seeing him naked. Since he had been grown, she had caught glances of him either in his boxers or, a few times, totally naked. He wasn't erect, obviously, so she hadn't been able to compare his penis to that of his father, but it looked very thick and it had aroused her. She had often masturbated, imagining making love with her handsome young son. In the last couple of years he had gotten muscular, from lifting weights, and he was even more desirable.
She wracked her brain to think of what he could have used as a password. She tried several things, but with no success. She opened his desk drawers, looking to see if perhaps he had jotted down passwords on scraps of paper. No luck.
Julie decided she may as well go downstairs and try to get this out of her mind. She was sure that, whatever was in that hidden folder, it couldn't be that bad. Her son was a good boy. He had always made good grades, was polite to everyone, helped out around the house, and was a good athlete. As she made her way downstairs she smiled as she noticed some of the pictures on the wall of Joe when he played basketball and football. Number 11 in basketball; number 23 in football. Joe had thought that was really cool because 1123 formed a Fibonacci sequence. Julie had not known what that was, so Joe explained that you could start with any two one-digit numbers. The next number in the sequence was the sum of those two digits. The next term was the sum of the last two digits and so on. So the next number after 11 would be 2. The sequence would now be 1,1,2. The next number would be the sum of the last 2 digits, 3. Now the sequence would be 1,1,2,3.
She ran back up the stairs and, once again, booted the computer. Frantically searching for the folder, and typed 1123. No luck! Maybe the password was more than 4 digits? She tried 11235; no luck. She then tried 112358. She tried that, doubtfully -- but the folder opened! Now there were other folders, each labeled with the name of a month. There were folders for each month, starting with September and ending with December. November was the one in which she was interested. She clicked that folder and it opened. Several files were listed. She clicked the top one and, to her great surprise, a video opened in which she, Julie, was sitting on the couch, sipping a cup of coffee, but dressed only in a bra and panties. She apparently had been getting ready to go somewhere one morning and had taken a break to drink a cup of coffee. She continued to watch, but there was really nothing to see.
She clicked to open the next file. Once again, it was her -- this time she was in a short nightie and was apparently straightening the room. She clicked on several more files, but they were similar. In each one, she was either in her panties and bra or in a nightie. In one she was wearing very short shorts, but was bending over quite a bit as she vacuumed and straightened the room. Then she clicked one in which she appeared for just a couple of seconds, emerging from the bathroom, totally nude and going across the hall into her bedroom. A couple of minutes later, she came out of the bedroom, dressed now in panties and a bra. The only other file had the date that she knew she and Gary had had sex in the living room. She clicked and there it was -- what she had feared most -- almost an hour of explicit sex between her and Gary. Even more shocking was that every word, every moan, every squeal of delight could be clearly heard.
As Julie watched, she trembled. What must her son think of her? How could anyone be as slutty as she was? Somehow she could not drag herself away. She wildly thought that this was as explicit and sexy as any porn she had ever seen. Maybe she wasn't as young as those porn actresses, but her body looked great and her face was pretty. And never had she seen anyone in any porn flick that compared with Gary. Gary's cock was just a wonder of nature. It was truly a horse cock -- and it was black, something that had always aroused her. She felt herself beginning to get wet, in spite of everything. She could think about the repercussions later.
Right now she wanted to watch this black stud in action with this pretty middle-aged, white housewife. She stood and unfastened her jeans. She pulled them, along with her panties, down, sat back down and began to play with herself as she watched Gary sucking her breasts. Oh, he was so good at that! Then she sat on his face and Gary ate her out! Julie imagined Joe watching his frumpy mom sitting on the handsome black man's face. Oh my. And the things she was saying! The things he was calling her! What must Joe think of this? Was he disgusted? Obviously not! He had saved it! She had noticed Joe looking at her a lot of times - and she knew that he thought his mom was pretty. Not only that, but he had saved all these videos that showed her in her underwear! There was only one reason for this -- he liked it! Her son was using these videos as fodder to masturbate! How fucking HOT was that??
Shit! On the video, she and Gary were talking about how she had been fucking him since he was a freshman in college! Her son must think she is a slut! Then she was sucking on that horse cock. And using the "n-word" constantly! Surely Joe knew that she would never, ever call a black person that! What a horrible, horrible word it was! How disgusting -- yet Gary wanted her to use it, saying that it made the sexual experience even hotter. And she had to agree; it did!
Whoa, Julie admitted to herself. I'm really good at that, and I look good doing it! What must Joe think? Then Gary was eating her out again and she was screaming like a banshee! What must her son think of this?? Then he was fucking her from behind like a stud horse! And Joe has seen this! Then Gary had his thick finger up her butt and she was cumming in a most vociferous way. She stroked her clit as she imagined Joe watching his mother receiving such a delicious, animalistic fucking. She came as she pictured, in her mind, her son stroking his cock as he watched his slut-mother fucking this gorgeous black man.
