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Caught on Camera

... seconds, I came very hard. I tried to hide my grunt, but I couldn't hold back. It wasn't loud but it wasn't exactly quiet.

I looked at the cam to see if she noticed. I wasn't sure if she did. I thought I saw a small smile on her face though as she dried off her midsection.

She then wrapped the towel around her hair, put on her nightie and left the bathroom, shutting off the light. I stopped the recording.

Holy fuck. It works.

I watched the recording closely. I listened to see if she moaned. I think she did.

I also studied the end of it. I was able to slow the footage down. You could barely hear my grunt, and I'm still uncertain if she heard me. Her smile might've been a coincidence.

But why would she smile? If she suspected me at all, wouldn't she be furious?

--

I came home after work the next day to a dolled-up Brooke and Mom.

"Woah, aren't you two dressed to kill?" I commented, trying not to stare at Brooke.

"Yes we are," responded Mom. Dad walked in wearing a sport coat.

"I'm the lucky designated driver," Dad grunted.

"Brooke needs a night on the town honey," responded Mom. Brooke seemed impartial to the whole idea. She seemed... distant.

"How long are you three gonna be out?" I said, trying to conceal my excitement.

"As late as we can drink," Mom said, making the drinking gesture with her hand. Brooke looked over at me.

"What about you? Wanna come with us? I'll find you a pretty lady!"

Mom immediately interjected, ...

... "Absolutely not. Those cougars out there will eat him alive."

Brooke raised her eyebrow and looked at me. It was almost seductive.

"Yeah, he looks really scared of something like that."

Jesus. When she looks at me like that, I feel that she knows what I'm up to.

Dad looked at his watch, "Reservations are for three people anyway. Sorry Benny." He patted my shoulder. "We need to get going."

"Okay, we're off! See you tomorrow morning!" Mom said, with a kiss on my cheek.

Brooke kept looking at me in that strange fashion.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

What the hell does that mean?

The three of them piled into my Dad's truck and drove off.

--

At about 2:30 AM, they returned home. Mom, Brooke, and Dad's voices were all quipping. Dad was trying to shush them, but Mom and Brooke were both drunk.

"Oh shut up," I heard Brooke say, "He's probably wiped out from all that porn he was looking at." Mom retorted, "Shut the fuck up, Brooke!" And they both laughed.

Dad said, "Wish I had porn like that when I was a kid."

I covered my face with my hands. I felt embarrassed, even though I wasn't in the room.

"I think your kid has a thing for me too," Brooke slurred and giggled.

My heart sank into my stomach. She's way to damn observant.

"Well, you're a stone-cold hot piece of ass," my mom blurted, "Can't say I blame him."

I heard Dad laugh. "Stone cold hot piece of ass? Cold AND hot? How does that work?"

"Fuck you, I'm drunk." Mom blundered. ...