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Dad's Old Laptop

... spilled into my pants Mom screamed out her own orgasm. "RUSSELLLLL!!" The guy on the screen cut loose at the same time. "I'M COMMMIIINNNGGGGG MOMMMM!" Mom and I froze, my finger still sunk deep in her wet cunt. We stared at the screen as the camera fell from the guy's hand and rolled off Grandma onto the bed. It landed with the lens showing the far wall of the bedroom. Grandpa must have picked it up because the next thing we saw was Grandma lying on the bed with a guy sprawled on top of her. His face was turned away from the camera and we could see they were both breathing heavily. Grandma turned her head to the side and stared into the lens, a satiated look on her face. She put one hand on the guys back and rubbed him up and down. "Lordy son, that was the best one yet," she chirped. The video ended. "What the fuck!" Mom screamed, jumping up ripping my mouth off her tit and yanking my finger from her smooth hairless pussy. Mom fled out the door screaming, "That son-of-a-bitch!" over and over. I brought my finger up to my mouth and tasted my Mother for the first time. I ran out of my room, cum running down my leg, and tried to catch up with Mom. I found her at the bar in the kitchen trying to open a bottle of scotch with trembling hands. She wasn't much of a drinker, but I figured she needed it so I took the bottle and opened it. I fixed us both a stiff drink and sat down next to her, she didn't say anything about me fixing myself a drink. "You have to calm down," I told her ...

... softly. "Calm down? How in the hell am I supposed to calm down when I just learned my husband has been cheating on me? With his own Mother no less," she replied angrily. "You don't know that Mom. That could have been anyone on that video," I rationalized. "It was Frank," she insisted. "You can't be sure of that. They didn't call him by name. That could just be how they talk, you know, just like how they call each other ma and pa," I said. "I didn't need to hear his name. Besides, you heard him call her Mom," she said, then downed her drink in one gulp. I poured her another one and sat quietly waiting for her to calm down some. The scotch burned my throat as I sipped my drink and rubbed her back soothingly. I hadn't seen her this upset in a very long time, she was positively fuming with rage. She took another drink then turned to face me. "How could Martha have sex with her own son?" she whimpered. "I don't know Mom. But if you think about it, what we just got through doing could've easily gone in that direction too." "Oh God...you're right. I'm so sorry baby, I can't believe I let myself get carried away again," she began to weep. "It wouldn't have happened if Dad was taking care of your needs like he should," I stated. "That's not the point Russell. I'm your Mother, I shouldn't have let you touch me like you did." "I don't regret it Mom. I've wanted to touch you for a long time," I whispered. "What? You have? Oh honey, you shouldn't think that way about me. We're f****y." ...