The Girl on the Video, Parts IV - VI - Sex Stories

The Girl on the Video, Parts IV - VI

... overused asshole.

“Come inside me,” my mother whispered. “Fill mommy up. Come in mommy’s ass.”

That was all I could take. I gave a huge final thrust and came, shooting thick seed deep into my mother’s asshole, unloading load after load into her.

I slipped forward into her arms. We embraced and kissed as I slowly emptied into her. She moaned and smiled at me.

“That was fucking awesome,” she said.

PART V

My mother and I cuddled on the couch for awhile, basking in the afterglow, our skin wet with our sweat from our lovemaking. Then my mother turned the conversation to her sister.

“I'm really hurt that Brenda did that to you,” she said. “I'm sad, hurt, and a lot of other things all at once. I understand that you have to turn her in because you need to clear your name. But before they arrest her, I've been thinking. I'd like to get back at her, expose her for what she is, humiliate her in front of her fans.”

“So you want to do an expose right on one of her camwhore sessions?”

“Exactly,” she said. “What I'd really like to do is bring you and your sister – and your girlfriend if she would like – onto her show, then spring it on her. I usually act as a dom when we do video sessions, but I have never wanted to humiliate her like I want to humiliate her now. I usually use handcuffs that have a quick release for the wearer, but I probably can swap them out and get them on her before she even knows that happened.”

“I've never done a camming session,” I ...

... said. “But I guess there can be a first time for everything. We should talk to Jesse and Megan about it.”

Like clockwork, I was interrupted by the ringing of my phone, and a picture of my sister on the screen. I answered.

“Hi Jesse,” I said. “How was the concert?”

“Awesome,” she said. “Did you and mom get along okay?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact she's right here with me right now...”

“Are you two in bed together?” Jesse asked.

“No, we are not in bed, we're sitting on the couch,” I replied.

“You guys hooked up, didn't you? I can read it in your voice,” Jesse said. “Awesome! But you know what? The concert is over and it's only 11:00. How about if you guys meet us somewhere for a nightcap?”

“How about if you come over here for a nightcap,” my mother said, loud enough for my sister to hear on the phone. “We have a well stocked bar in the lobby.”

“Sounds good. See you in about twenty minutes.”

My mother pulled her outfit back on, while I pulled on my slacks and shirt – skipping the underwear.

We went down to the bar and the girls arrived shortly. Jesse was wearing an outfit that was a whole lot like what my mother was wearing except even thinner and all black, and Megan had on a way-too-short cut off T-shirt without a bra (she lost it somewhere at the concert), black tights that were almost transparent, and no underwear underneath.

“Wow,” Megan said, looking my mother up and down. “What a difference eight hours makes.”

“Watch it,” I said, jokingly. ...