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secrets p3

Chapter Three 10:00 am. New years day, and I was more excited than a 6 year old on Christmas morning opening up presents from under the tree! I walked down the sidewalk looking at my empty driveway, "Good Mark's car was gone" I thought to myself. My eyes strained to see through the garage's service door window on the way to the front entrance, confirming the stall was also empty. Not bothering to look and see if mom left a note on the refrigerator's door informing me when she'll be back. I felt too charged and my body couldn't contain itself. I ran up the stairs to retrieve the camera. Carefully, I entered ma's bedroom and I noticed that everything was neat and tidy. She must have cleaned up before leaving the house this morning. The bed sheets were changed to her usual traditional style. My hands shook with anticipation while I removed the vent cover. I examined down the dark tunnel making sure nothing was disturbed. (I didn't want my secret to get out). After removing my camcorder. I reinstalled the grill cover and quickly walked to my bedroom closing the door behind me. Mild obscenities echoed in my room! As I fumbled with my computer's patch cable trying to hook it up to the back of the camera and turning it on. The information blinking on the screen said that I recorded 4 hours 16 minutes, so I knew I had a good chance of capturing something worth watching. Skipping through the blank recording. It didn't take very long from when I left the house until I saw movement in ...

... the room. Appearing to be very eager! Ma didn't waist any time at all. Anticipation was the reason I sat on the edge of my sleek desk chair. Stunned! I lost my balance and slid off the end and my ass hit the ground with a loud thud, while I saw the first image captured! Mom was seductively bending over panty less! In her short, leather dress showing me for the first time her enticingly firm, bronze colored tush! "Mom's ass looks like it belongs on a porn star" I murmured to myself. The image resolution was soo clear; I could see everything as she placed romantically lit candles all around her bedroom. She strategically placed them on every horizontal surface in there. It reminded me of the ritualistic candle lighting ceremony at each station in a Catholic church. She walked over to the door in her luscious spiked heels and adjusted her can lights overhead, dimming them to dull amber color which really set a sultry mood. The light provided bathed Ma in a heavenly glow surrounding perfect silhouette. After setting the stage, Mom removed the Rubbermaid container from her bed and placed it beside the nightstand on the floor; she reached on top of the silken black bed sheet, gracefully smoothing it over with her elegant hand and left the room. Jumping ahead 40 minutes into the recording. I saw more movement on the blurred screen and I stopped to view it. All my deviance and careful calculated planning was about to pay off! There it was in front of me on the computer's monitor, my ...