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Dad's Old Laptop

... really want to know," I gave her my best puppy-dog eyes. "If I tell you, will you promise not to think I'm some sort of degenerate?" she asked softly. "I'd never think that Grandma," I told her honestly. "Shortly after Frank and your Mom got married," she hesitantly began, "They were spending a couple of days with Roy and I. Apparently, since our car was gone, they assumed that they were alone in the house. Roy had gone to the store, but I'd stayed home. To make a long story short, I was going by their bedroom and saw them having sex. For some reason I couldn't stop watching. To this day I don't think they knew I was there. Anyway, the reason I said you were your father's son was because your Dad was banging that poor girl as hard as you banged me. Understand?" "Yeah," I said, my penis starting to twitch as I recalled how I'd plowed her furry pussy. "Do you need me to scratch your itch again?" "I'm afraid not sweetie," she chuckled. "You scratched it so good, it's gone now. But I will cherish the memory forever." She left me sitting there remembering the raw passion of our encounter. I went to my room and watched her get fucked in the videos again, until my own spunk poured out into a wad of tissues. I shut off the laptop and crawled into bed. Just as sl**p was overtaking me, Mom walked in and stood by my bed looking down at me. Even in the semi-darkness I could see she had an odd look on her face. "Mom, something wrong?" I asked raising myself up on my elbows. "I want you ...

... to come straight home from school tomorrow, I need your help with something," she quietly told me, then left before I could ask her anything. It seemed to take forever for my school day to end. Mom's request to help her with something had a lot to do with making the day drag on and on. Strange thoughts ran rampant through my brain, making it almost impossible to concentrate on schoolwork. I couldn't remember the last time she'd wanted my help with anything other than housework, or grabbing something from the store on my way home. Something in the back of my mind told me it must have something to do with those videos. "Mom, I'm home," I hollered as I entered the house. Getting no response I tried again. "Mom? Anybody?" The house felt empty. Ducking back outside I saw that the Grandparents car wasn't parked in the driveway. I checked the garage and found Mom's car in there. That's odd I thought as I went back inside. Then it dawned on me, she must have gone somewhere with them. I climbed the stairs and was just about to go into my room when I noticed the attic door was ajar. Dropping my books on the bed I went over and opened the attic door all the way. The light was on. "Mom, you up there?" I called out. "Yeah. Come on up," she yelled down. When I reached the top I saw her standing by the desk with her back to me. She was wearing her tight red swimsuit, only I couldn't see the strings that tied the top on. I found out why I couldn't see them. As I got closer she turned around ...