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Dad's Old Laptop

... camera began to really jerk. When the lens settled down we saw that Grandma was obviously swallowing his spunk. After several seconds she pulled her mouth off the guy's dick and began rubbing his cockhead around her lips and chin. The last drizzles of his sperm leaked out and coated her lips and cheeks. She had an enormous smile plastered to her face. The camera wavered a bit, then slowly turned and panned the room until it settled on a man sitting in a chair. He was naked and holding his deflating cock in his slimy fingers. Spooge had run over his hand and dribbled down onto his ball sack. Just before the video ended Grandpa Roy smiled hugely at the lens. "What the fuck...?" I stammered, unable to take my eyes from the blank screen. "Holy shit!" Mom echoed my sentiment. Mom stood all the way up and I turned in my chair to stare into her eyes. The look on our faces conveyed the same question. If Grandpa was in the corner whacking off, then who in the hell had Grandma just blown? It took me a bit to notice what Mom was wearing. She had on tight white short shorts and a plain purple t-shirt that stretched snuggly against her chest. By the way her aroused nipples poked through the front of the shirt it was easy to tell she wasn't wearing a bra. She asked where I got the video from and I told her about finding it already in the laptop. From the look she was giving me I don't think she believed that. I ejected the disc and showed it to her, adding there were a couple more ...

... folders on the computer with similar labels attached to them as the one on the disc. Still skeptical she had me show her. In My Documents there were five folders simply labeled MM. "Open one," she told me. But when I tried it asked for a password. "Hmm, why would Frank put password protection on these files?" she more or less asked herself, completely ignoring my shrugging shoulders. She told me to wait a minute and left. When she returned she was holding a flash drive in her hand. "Let me get in there, I bet I can crack em," Mom said, sliding past me as I stood and stepped sideways out of her way. The tent in my pajamas rubbed slightly against her ass as she slid in front of me. She inserted the flash drive into the usb port then opened up a DOS window and began typing in a string of crap. I had no idea as to what any of it meant. Her fingers flew over the keyboard and in a couple of minutes she was done. Next she went back to the folders and clicked on one. A little hourglass icon began to spin slowly in circles over the file name. Apparently satisfied with her work she turned in the chair to face me, a smug smile on her lips. "That should do it," she stated. "What did you do?" I asked puzzled. "I put a password cracker I developed on the computer. It might take a while, but I'm pretty sure it will open up those folders." "Wow Mom, that's really cool. I didn't know you were a hacker," I said, enjoying her delight at what she'd done. "I still know my way around a computer," she ...