Security cameras provide an erotic show and a big surprise.
An Unusual Visit and It’s Not Goldilocks
I’m a fairly tidy person; I always have been. I never got fussed at for not picking up my clothes or keeping my room straight. As an adult, I became more so. I’m not manic or fussy about it, but ‘everything has a place and everything in its place.’
That may be one of the reasons I’m a good software engineer. That was the opinion of a girl I lived with in college. It was also the reason she moved out.
It’s the main reason I noticed that things would be moved slightly or something like a small bottle of shampoo would be in the shower and then gone. I live alone in my small apartment, and like I said, ‘everything has a place and everything in its place’ so this was puzzling, to say the least.
I work offshore, and I have a fairly consistent schedule of three weeks on, three weeks off. This means when I’m gone, the apartment should be empty, but it was looking like that wasn’t the case.
None of my family has a key; none live in town. There is a hidden key I move around some. It’s there in case I lose my keys or someone in the family needs to get in because of an emergency.
A couple of months ago everything came to a head when I came off my shift; my bed was made slightly different. I put the pillows in a special order, and they were out of order. I felt like the Three Bears in Goldielocks and the Three Bears.
“What the fuck, someone’s been sleeping in my bed.”
I wasn’t pissed really; I just wanted to solve the mystery. So that afternoon, I bought a stealth security camera. It was small, battery-operated, and motion-activated.
I left for my shift, feeling very satisfied, knowing I was about to solve the mystery. That feeling was short-lived because when I got home, I discovered I hadn’t been careful about the camera angle. I could see movement around the apartment but not who it was.
I bought six more cameras, so every inch of the apartment was in view, and I used my computer to check the camera angle, which is what I should have done in the first place.
It seemed like my shift would never end, so by the time I got home, I was in a hurry to download the SD cards to my computer and solve this mystery.
I pulled up the camera that covered the front door and hit play. The woman in her forties wearing a low cut blouse, a skin-tight skirt, and sleazy high-heels, sure wasn’t Goldilocks; it was my mother.
“Holy shit!” Were the first words out of my mouth, and then I hit the pause button.
When the shock of recognition wore off, the question shouting at me was, “Why is she dressed like this?”
I zoomed in to make sure it was her. The high-resolution image didn’t lie; it was her, but it took a few moments to adjust to how hot she looked. I had never really thought of her as any particular age or having any personality other than Mother.
She was barely eighteen when I was born, so at forty-six, she still sat in the MILF group. I had some friends that commented about how hot she was, but I always just brushed it off. There was no brushing this off.
I hit play, and the ‘why’ followed her into the room and closed the door.
“Oh, fuck!” I hit pause just as she was turning to say something a guy about my age. I needed some time to process all this.
It was obvious where this was going, and I wasn’t really sure if I wanted to go there with them. I sat and stared at the screen, stared at this really hot woman who was an erotic wet dream but resembled my mother. The longer I stared, the more erotic she got, and the harder my dick got. When I had a full-on boner, I hit play.
I was surprised at the good sound quality. Her voice was clear, easy to understand, and sultry.
“Just stand right there, big boy. Mama’s got a little show for you.”
She had this incredibly seductive half-sway half-walk into the bedroom and started a slow strip. First, the skirt hit the floor. As she stepped out of the skirt, she flipped it to one side with her foot. That left her with a super tiny thong, the sleazy high-heels, and the low cut blouse. The blouse came off next, slowly. She was lifting it over her head a little at a time, and it seemed to lift and drag her boobs up as it worked higher. Then her boobs fell free with a bounce and sway that made me catch my breath. I had no idea her tits were that big. The blouse floated down to the floor. Her hands slid across her tits, pulling and slightly stretching her nipples, down to the thong, which she clasped in both hands. In one violent motion tore the thong off her body and tossed it on the floor.
She never broke eye contact with the guy who was mesmerized. She put her foot on the seat of a chair next to the bed. The move was aggressive, almost defiant. Her stance dared him to look at her completely waxed pussy. Her hand drug across her pussy and then up to her mouth as she sucked her fingers.
“Take off your shirt, Big Boy. Mama wants to see some skin.”
The guy was almost hypnotized as he started unbuttoning his shirt.
“Let Mama show you how.”
In two rapid steps, she was in front of him and had his shirt in both hands. In one fast and violent move, she tore open his shirt, sending buttons flying across the room.
“That’s the way Mama likes it done, Baby Boy.”
She took two steps back and stood feet apart, hands on her hips. Again, there was edgy defiance in her voice.
“Out of those pants, Baby. Mama wants to see some hard cock.”
Now the guy was yanking his pants down, trying to get out of them before she tore them off. She paced around him, hands still on her hips, looking him up and down. When he was naked, she moved directly in front of him and grabbed his cock with her hand. It was rough enough that I could see him wince.
“Mama likes cut. Mama doesn’t like uncut.” There was a pause. “Mama wants to know if you play with your cut peepee at night?”
The guy nodded.
“Do you want Mama to touch your peepee until white goo shoots out?”
The guy nodded.
“Then you better get on your knees and lick Mommy’s pussy until she’s happy.”
She put her foot on the chair again, and he dropped down and started licking her pussy.
After about six or seven minutes, she seemed to cum. It wasn’t super intense, but it seemed like she did.
Her mood changed some; she wasn’t as aggressive. She sat on the chair started stroking the guy’s cock and licking the tip. Finally, she took all of his cock in her mouth and sucked him until he shot a load of cum in her mouth. She stood up with the mouth full of cum and gently kissed the guy while she spit the load into his mouth. She kissed both of his eyes, and he swallowed.
There were tender moments while he dressed. She handed him a tee shirt to replace the torn shirt, and in a few minutes, he was ready to leave. He gave her a long passionate kiss and let himself out the front door.
She still had the high-heels on and nothing else. She opened the back door and picked up a gym bag, and carried it to the bed. I was expecting a change of clothes, but I wasn’t expecting a dildo in the shape of a dog cock, a big dog cock.
She lay down on her back, while she pushed the well-lubed dog dildo, complete with a huge knot, up to the knot pumping it in and out. Her legs were spread wide, so I could see her start to push the knot and heard her cry out as it popped in her pussy.
I was damn near drooling while I watched the screen. I have a thing about really big dogs in close, very loving relationships with women, so her choice was interesting.
When she got close to having an orgasm, I could hear her whisper, “Yes, Baby. Fuck me, Baby. Yes, fuck me…” The last word trailed off in a whisper I couldn’t understand.
I hit the pause button. I was in a state of complete disbelief and shock, plus I had an aching, throbbing hard-on. I had never had this kind of hard-on, but then I had never seen what I just saw.
After a few minutes, I backed the video up to the start of the strip show and then timed my cumming with the knot popping in her pussy. I had to throw my shirt and pants in the laundry. The little hand towel was overwhelmed with a huge load.
I spent the rest of the day downloading and watching what was on the SD cards. It was pretty much a replay of the first episode. Sometimes the guy was different, but it always ended with that enormous dog dildo.
I hardly left the apartment. I played the videos over and over and jerked off to the dog dildo. I did notice the more I watched the videos, the more separated I became from what was on the screen, and the more I became the detached voyeur.
I reloaded all the cameras as I left for my shift, not certain what I would find when I got back.
On my return, I found the cameras were almost full as I downloaded the SD cards and basically saw a repeat of the first videos. There was one session or episode that was different.
The guy looked a great deal like me; same weight, hair color, and height. Her show seemed more erotic if that was possible, and she ordered him to briefly fucked her doggy style before she blew him. She touched him more and was more tender than with the others.
After he left, it was the dog dildo part; that was the surprise. She was on her back, pumping the dildo in and out, clearly wrapped up in her fantasy. Her voice was slightly louder and easier to understand. She cried out as the knot popped inside her pussy.
“Oh fuck yes, baby. Oh, deeper push deeper. I’ll do it. I want to do it for you… I’m happy to do it for you… Help me with the knot… Help me fuck the knot, Beautiful Baby….I’ll do it for you, my baby T….”
Her voice trailed off to a whisper, but I backed up the video and listened again. I cranked up the volume and listened some more. After listening half a dozen times, there was no question that she said my name. I was the person in the fantasy. So now what? I certainly wasn’t expecting this development.
I spent the rest of the time before my next shift started thinking about what to do. Whatever the path, it was a thorny one.
I had become the detached voyeur, and the wet dream in the video wasn’t related to me in any way. That seemed strange, but it was a side-effect of looking at this part of my life through a camera lens.
I left a note on the bathroom mirror.
I know, and I would like to talk. Love, T
The trip home when my shift ended seemed to move like cold honey. I had no idea what I was going to find, but my curiosity wanted an answer right this instant. Even minor delays caused excessive irritation.
Finally, I pushed open the front door, and there she was; with the jet black, Betty Page wig, tight skirt, the off the shoulder, low cut blouse, and the sleazy high-heels sitting with a glass of red wine in front of her folded hands. She was even more erotic in person. Sitting in front of the wine was the dog dildo, and it was more impressive in person, too.
There was also a glass of wine on my side of the table, so I sat down.
“Welcome home.” Her voice sounded more like the woman I knew.
“I have a million questions.”
Considering how emotionally charged the moment was, our voices were calm and subdued.
“I’m sure you do.”
“I did hear right? You did call my name. I was the person you were fantasizing about?”
“Yes.”
That yes created an almost instant hard-on.
“What is it you want to do for me? That you’ll be happy to do?”
She took a sip of wine and set the glass down. She leaned in slightly and looked me straight in the eyes.
“Anything. I’ll do anything you ask me to do.”
“Anything?” There was a certain amount of disbelief in my voice.
“Absolutely anything you ask, I’ll do.”
I picked up the dog dildo.
“Where does this figure in.”
By this time, my dick was rock hard and aching.
“Do you want the long, detailed explanation, or the short, extremely abbreviated explanation?”
“Super short.”
“Good. A few years back, I stumbled on to a forum and chat room about sex and taboos. Through that chat room, I found other sites where I started to explore my sexuality and broaden my view of sex. I discovered that I found the idea of breaking taboos was sexually exciting, actually breaking those taboos even more so, and the stronger the taboo, the more intense the pleasure. From there, I slowly evolved into the woman you see here.
“During all this exploration, I found your film of the girl and her Irish Wolf Hound. At first, I was both repulsed and excited, but then the idea of breaking that taboo created a strong desire to try it. When I overheard you tell a friend, you would love to be part of that kind of relationship; you became part of the fantasy.
“Fucking you and fucking the dog broke two of the strongest taboos, incest and bestiality, at the same time. That was the most intense and erotic fantasy I could think of.
“Up until a few weeks ago, it was only a fantasy.”
She had a slight smile as she stood and stepped back from the table. Her foot pushed the chair to one side. There was the same aggressive look I’d seen in the videos as she looked straight into my eyes.
Her hands came slowly up to her hips, and she clutched the skirt in each hand with a tight grip. In one violent motion, she ripped off her skirt and threw it to one side. She tore off her thong, and then she caught the bottom of her blouse and pulled it tight against her stomach as she started to pull it over her head. The bottom edge caught the underside of her tits, lifting them until they fell free with a soft bounce. A subtle move of her shoulders created a slight tremor that traveled from her chest to her nipples.
The red glitter-covered high-heel landed on the seat of the chair with an assertive thump. This opened up her stance, completely exposing her pussy.
Her right hand spread the lips of her pussy as three fingers of the left hand pushed into the opening. Those fingers were pulled up her stomach, across her large tits and into her waiting mouth. Each finger was slowly sucked clean, and then her hand went to her hip.
“Now, Baby Boy, let Mama show you exactly what she’ll do for you.”
There was a subtle shake of her shoulders, and as she spun around to walk in the bedroom, she said, “ And bring the dog dick, Baby.”