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Dad's Old Laptop

... soft ripe tits and began using them to jack me off. The soap made the valley between her boobs super slick and I felt the first string of cum shoot out in no time. The first glob caught her under the chin, but the remainder squirted out onto her chest and breasts. She continued to rub her tits up and down my shaft until I was dry. On her way up to a standing position she took one finger and brought it under her chin and scooped up most of the first glob of my cum. Amazed I watched as she stuck her finger in her mouth and sucked my seed off it. "Ummmm, you taste good Russell," she said with her finger still in her mouth. I was too drained to say anything; I just leaned against the shower wall and watched as she rinsed my spooge from her body then got out of the shower. It was some time after I'd heard the soft click of the door shutting that I was able to clean off and get out myself. I stumbled back to my room with just a towel wrapped around me and collapsed face down on my bed. I didn't know if I had shut my bedroom door or not, nor did I really care. I must have slept the afternoon away because as my eyes slowly opened I noticed the light in my room was fading. I glanced over and was relieved to see that I had indeed shut my door. I rolled onto my back and immediately noticed the glow coming from Dad's old laptop. Looking over I saw Mom sitting at my desk staring at the screen. At first I thought she was naked, but as I looked a little harder I saw the red of her ...

... swimsuit. The first thing to pop into my head was, she may as well be naked, her suit didn't cover much anyway. The second thing was, why was she in here with me just wrapped in a towel? Then I remembered the videos. Standing up I cinched the towel tighter and went over and stood behind her. She was so engrossed in watching the password cracker trying to decipher the password she didn't know I was there. I glanced at the screen and saw that the cracker had uncovered four letters of the password. In the back of my mind a word popped up. I suddenly realized what the password was. Dad's favorite fruit. "The password is tangerine Mom," I spoke softly. She damn near jumped out of the chair when she heard my voice. "Shit Russell, you scared the crap out of me!" "Sorry," I said placing my hands on her bare shoulders. "Try tangerine." She turned and looked at me briefly then turned back to the screen and typed in the word. Instantly the folder opened revealing two files, one labeled MM2 the other labeled MM3; both of them were video files. She let out a tiny triumphant squeal then looked back at me again. The same signal passed between us; do we really want to watch, or should we close the folder and walk away? "It's up to you Mom," I told her, gently rubbing the tops of her shoulders. "I want to see what's on it, but I'll feel kinda weird watching it with my son if it's the same thing as the other one." "Pretend I'm not here. Besides we watched the other one together and it wasn't too ...