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

The Girl on the Video, Parts IV - VI

... if slap her again. Brenda cowered and my mother stayed her hand.

The mysterious woman who stood in the doorway slowly unbuckled the belt on her raincoat and let it fall to the floor. She wore a full-length black, semi-transparent body suit. She looked to be somewhat older than our mother and Brenda, but she clearly had had some surgical assistance. Her breasts stood out firmly in front of her body, and long, pert nipples pointed to the sky atop upturned mounds. Her stomach was firm and fit, showing times at the gym, and though her hips swayed outward, they were fit and her legs were well toned.

Around her waist and between her legs she wore a harness and hanging off it was a huge dildo that had to be close to eighteen inches long and nearly as big around as my fist.

Something clicked in the back of my mind. I realized I knew who this woman was as she reached up and pulled her hat and veil off her head and tossed them to the floor atop her coat. Long black-and-silver tresses cascaded over her shoulders and down her back almost to her waist. Her face, like her body, showed the signs of surgical enhancement.

I gasped.

“Grandmother…” Jesse and I said simultaneously.

My mother spoke up. “This is my and Brenda’s mother, who has come to participate in her youngest daughter’s humiliation.”

A little backstory here: our grandmother had decided when she was about the age our mother was now that she would not go into old age quietly and had been having little ...

... surgeries here and there over the years – along with a small army of personal trainers – to keep herself looking as gorgeous as possible.

As I stood here looking at her, with a huge latex dong hanging between her thighs, I had to admit, she had been successful. She looked utterly hot, and pretty damn fuckable. She was the quintessential MILF – or GILF, I guessed. I hoped I would have a chance to fuck her at least once before the show was over. And I also wondered if she would be a regular lay like my mom.

Brenda swore, bringing me back to the moment.

“Keep that fucking thing away from me, mom,” she said, staring at the immense schlong my grandmother had on.

“My lovely daughter,” my grandmother said, rubbing her hands down the sheer bodysuit that encased her well-tended body. “Had I known you for what you were, I would have shoved this up your ass a long time ago.”

“Fuck you.” Brenda asked.

My mother spoke up.

“Megan, start the video,” she said.

Megan complied, and for the next three minutes the room was silent except for Megan’s narration explaining how she figured out it was Brenda on the security video that led to my arrest. When the video was finished, Brenda sat in silence. The webcam audience watched, enrapt, and about halfway through, started sending invectives at Brenda for her betrayal.

The video ended. Brenda glanced nervously around the room.

“Game over, bitch,” my grandmother said.

I looked at my mother and she nodded. I unzipped my hood ...