All characters in this story are at least eighteen years old.
Wrong Number
Part 1
Greg Moore sat quietly at his desk as he continued his homework. He was eagerly awaiting his High School graduation and at nineteen years old, it was long overdue. He struggled to not be distracted by his phone like his generation was prone to. He finally gave into his addiction by putting down his pencil and picking up his phone.
Since he was home alone, he opened the browser on his phone and directed it to his favorite porn site. As he used his thumb to put in the address, he slid his pants down and dug into his boxers to free his cock. He began to browse the video thumbnails and stroke his hardening cock when he got a video phone call. He released his cock and shook a frustrated fist at the air.
He cursed the caller, "Damnit, Mom!"
He accepted the call expecting it to be in error. When the video stabilized, he saw a chair filling up a large portion of a small room. The chair was facing him. There were boxes and file cabinets lining the sides of the room. Greg was about to hang up when a man entered the scene and sat in the chair. His shirt was on, but his cock was rock hard and bobbed up and down as he walked and only stopped when he settled into the chair. The man's fingers were soon wrapped around his cock, keeping it hard by stroking it.
Greg's cock was going soft, and he once again went to terminate the call when a woman entered the scene completely nude. She walked into view from the right side of the camera view, facing the man. Greg's eyes shifted around as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing. His eyes squinted slightly as he looked harder at the details that made up the woman. He rapidly scanned her hair color, face, body type, and skin tone. It took him a few seconds before it clicked.
"Mom?" he mouthed, but no sound escaped.
Lisa Moore spread her legs, bent at the waste and took the man's cock in her mouth. Greg's cock began to rise again as he watched the kink show being played out in front of him. He could see the lips of her pussy and her ass hole as her upper body began to rhythmically move up and down. There was just enough light in the room to make out all the requisite details. He began thinking the entire thing wads a stage set purposely for performances like what he was seeing.
"Fuck! Was that Dad? Why am I seeing this?" he asked himself
Regardless, he continued stroking his cock. Once the man's cock was slick with her saliva, Lisa stood up straight and stepped up, straddling the man's legs. She said something that was inaudible to Greg, but the man responded to her. He gripped his cock with one hand and placed his other on her hip, guiding her down onto him. She sank slowly down until not an inch of his shaft was visible and began to ride his cock.
Greg leaned back in his chair and was furiously stroking his cock watching his mother, Lisa, fuck the man who could be his father or a complete stranger. He cursed the distance her phone was from them fucking. He wanted to watch a more detailed show. As his mother rose up, you could see most of the man's cock before she would sink back down. This went on for several minutes before she got up and turned around.
She repeated the same actions, sinking down on the man's cock while his hands were on her hips. Greg knew his orgasm was not far off as he was able to see his mother's tits and her well-trimmed pubic hair. He watched his mother tweak her nipples and rub her clit as she bounced up and down on his cock.
"Come on, Mom. Let me see you cum," he whispered to the empty room.
He continued to jerk his hard cock watching the scene unfold on the phone. After a short while of watching this strange cock emerge from and disappear into his mother's pussy, he watched his mother pull the cock out and make several quick strokes. Greg was able to see his mother's belly get soaked with the man's cum.
He was almost there himself. It was the moment he saw the dark hair on her pussy get soaked with the stranger's semen that he began to shoot his load. There was nowhere to catch it, so he pointed the head toward his chest and came all over his shirt.
As he recovered, he turned his attention back to the phone only to see a look of abject horror on his mother's closeup face. Just as he was coming to grips with the reality of him having jerked off as he watched his mother have sex, she ended the call.
Greg sat in his chair, dismayed at being caught watching his mother cheat on his father. He assumed it wasn't his father but couldn't confirm as the details were not that clear. Questions remained in his mind, though, about who was the intended recipient of the video call.
Later that evening, the family of three sat in silence at the table as they ate dinner. Greg's father would leave shortly after for his evening poker game, leaving him and his mother alone in the house. While eating, he looked to his mother for any sign that she would even acknowledge his presence, but there was none. She remained silent until his father left. He took that moment to excuse himself from the table and go to his room.
"I won't deal with silence on this issue forever," he thought as he threw himself onto the bed.
He needed answers and resolved to not let the issue fade into oblivion. He conjured several ways to break the silence between them and try to resolve the issue when the answer came to him via a buzzing phone.
"I know you saw me," she texted.
He was debating his response for minutes when another text came through.
"If you're going to ignore me, at least turn off your read receipts."
It was clear to him that his mother was also not interested in letting the events earlier that day be forgotten.
"I don't know what to say to you, Mom," he replied swiftly.
Nothing.
As he waited for her response, he pulled up a mother-son video from his favorite porn site and pulled his hardening cock out of his pants.
In true parent fashion, he received a response just as he was ready to get into the action on his screen. The response wasn't what he had in mind. It was another video call. He tucked his cock away and answered the call.
"Did you cum watching me have sex?" she asked immediately.
Apparently not one for small talk, she dove right in. He joined the party.
"Who were you having sex with? It wasn't Dad."
"That's none of your business," she angrily replied.
"It became my business the minute you brought me into whatever fucked up thing you have going on," he responded in kind.
Greg never raised his voice to his parents, but he felt emboldened by some reason. In a small way, he wanted control over the situation before it spiraled into something neither of them wanted looming over their heads.
"Don't you curse at me!" she said, bringing her phone close to her face.
"I'm not doing this over the phone," he sternly told her before ending the call.
He slammed his phone down onto his bed and sped toward the family room where he found her on the couch. He stopped in the middle of the room and began to berate her.
"How is it that you're mad at me when
you're
the one who called me and invited me to watch you fuck some random guy?"
She stood up and approached him threateningly, "I will tell you what happened after you answer my fucking question! Did you cum watching me have sex?"