Dad's Old Laptop - Sex Stories

Dad's Old Laptop

... followed my boner back inside and went up to my room to pursue one of my favorite past times, porn surfing. I fired up my laptop before realizing that I didn't have anything to drink. A quick trip to the fridge and I was all set. Like a dumb ass I sat the opened bottle of water next to my computer. About six months ago my buddy Tom had turned me on to a site that featured a lot of mature women. It also had clips of mother-son i****t, simulated of course. The more I watched, the more I became enamored with the idea of having sex with an older woman. My mind even went so far as to suggest Mom as a possible target of my desire. At first I was disgusted with myself for even thinking that. But then the idea began to grow in the back of my head. Soon I was jacking off to thoughts of Mom bending over and taking all eight inches of my cock into her warm pussy from behind. At five-nine, all she would have to do was lean over a little as I sidled up to her ass with a raging hard-on. I wouldn't have to bend my knees much to poke it up her tunnel. It wasn't long before I was engrossed in a video of an older woman devouring a stiff prick with her mouth, my hand down the front of my sweats pulling my rod. I had to pull the front of my sweats over my dick when it got to the point where I felt the stirrings of an approaching orgasm. The woman's face on the screen faded right before my eyes and was replaced with my Mother's. My cock got harder and jizz started squirting out the head of it. ...

... That's when Grandma decided to knock on my door. Panic-stricken I tried to stem the flow of spunk shooting out of my dick by placing my hand over the tip of it; at the same time I was trying to pull the sweats up over myself. Three things happened simultaneously. My hand got messy, my leg jerked out sending my foot against the desk rocking it, and the bottle of water tipped over and poured onto my keyboard. Sparks flew followed by a puff of smoke. I watched in horror as the screen flickered then went black. I jumped up, my hand still down in my pants, and screamed. "Fuck!" Grandma barged in shouting, "What's wrong, what's wrong?" "I just fried my computer," I mumbled staring absently at the wisps of smoke rising from my laptop. "Did you hurt yourself?" I heard her ask from far away. "No," I said, turning to see the strange look she had on her face. "Then why are you holding yourself?" she asked. "Huh? Oh, I was just scratching," I replied sheepishly when I realized she was looking at my crotch. I yanked my hand out of my sweats and hid it behind my back. "I see," she said, a knowing smile spreading on her lips. I was wiping the spooge off my hand onto the seat of my sweats when Mom joined the circus, wondering what was going on. She'd heard me clear out by the pool. Grandma excused herself while I explained to Mom how I had ruined my laptop. When I was through I could tell Mom wasn't too pleased with my carelessness. She did say that she'd get me a new one, but since Dad was ...