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Snow was falling outside as the Harbor family made its way downstairs to the kitchen table, dawn barely brushing over the pale grey horizon. A late December morning, it was quiet in the house."You have an important meeting today?" Brandi Harbor asked, looking over her cup of coffee towards her husband, Todd. The petite blonde-haired woman was wearing her nightgown, a modest pink dress that extended past her knees. On anyone else, the straight-hemmed dress would have done no favors to a middle-aged woman's figure, but Brandi was blessed with a thin tummy and full, perky breasts that filled out even the most unassuming of evening gowns."Just business as usual, dear." Her husband's response, or lack thereof, was also business as usual.Brandi sighed, looking back down at the new romance novel she'd been flipping through. Her guilty pleasure, one that Todd routinely berated her over. She'd just gotten to a good part and was quietly looking forward to her husband's imminent departure for work. The jacuzzi master bath called her name, and the multi-speed detachable water jet she'd bought as an early Christmas gift for herself, amongst some other things."What's for breakfast, Mom?" Jake asked, thundering down the stairs in grey sweats and white t-shirt: his pajamas. He had a laundry basket on his hip, overflowing with clothes. He'd just turned eighteen last week, and Brandi hated to think that this was the last Christmas that he was guaranteed to be home. With a shock of sandy-brown hair, warm brown eyes, he was her baby boy, but he wasn't a baby anymore. He'd brought home his first girlfriend a week or so ago, they hadn't lasted long, but it had been a surprise to see her son posturing about, grabbing ass and sticking his tongue down the poor girl's throat. It seemed as if she'd missed him growing up at some point, and now he was a young man."Eggs and bacon, love," Brandi said, pointing to the table. A pan lid covered the food, keeping it warm. It might be a bit on the soggy side, but Jake wasn't one to complain. Food was food in her teenager's hungry eyes."Thanks, Mom," the teen said, slumping into the chair and devouring the meal with an appetite that Brandi admired. She was grateful that at least someone in the family appreciated her cooking.Chair legs screeched on the tile as Todd stood up. "Gotta go." He grabbed his briefcase and was walking towards the front door before Brandi could ever look up."Love you," she called.The front door shut with a click.Jake was watching his mom as she watched his father walk down the front hall. He saw the way her full, pouty lips fell into a frown as he didn't respond to her call, the way she looked back down at her romance book and sighed. She did that a lot, he'd noticed, especially lately. His dad had been working later and later."Anything cool going on at work today?" he asked, conversationally. He was devouring his food, hardly tasting it, but it wasn't for no reason. He wanted to finish up his breakfast quickly to try and beat his mom back upstairs. His cock was hard just thinking about his plan for the morning, the one he'd been putting together for a few weeks now. He'd been waiting for the right time, and last night, when he'd heard his mom's moans through the thin walls of their house, he'd known the time was now.*He was tired of waiting."Today? No, just a meeting about the performance reviews coming up in a few days," she said, her brow furrowing. She looked like she was about to get up, probably to go get in the bath, and Jake knew he was running out of time.Hurriedly, he said, "Hey, Mom, can you throw my load of laundry in the washer for me?" The laundry room was in the hallway, off the stairs, which would give him a second to sneak by. The look his mom gave him was wilting, he was supposed to do his own laundry, but Jake did his best to muster up the puppy-dog eyes that used to win him every argument as a kid.It still worked.His mom rolled her eyes, then sighed and nodded. "Fine, but only because you eat my cooking."Brandi turned and bent over, grabbing the basket of laundry he'd Ankara escort (http://officialankara.com/) dropped by the table when he'd sat down. He took the moment to appreciate the swell of her breasts through the gown she wore, and he was a bit regretful that this time the front didn't dip open like it sometimes did when she wasn't paying attention.*Jake waited for a moment after his mom walked down the hall, her bare feet padding softly on the cold tile, counting to ten seconds to give her time to get into the laundry room. Then, quickly, he followed suit, walking on tiptoes down the hall. He paused in front of the laundry room, glancing in to make sure his mom was occupied?she was, bending over once more, this time to put his clothes in the washer.*He had to bite his lip to stop himself from doing something stupid, the round, full ass almost too much of a temptation. She was skinny, but somehow she still managed to have an impressive ass.*Somehow Jake managed to retain his self-control. When he was sure his mom wasn't looking, he passed the door, then ascended the stairs to the second floor, where the master suite was. His mom was a person of routine ? she always did the same thing, every day: wake up at five, drink coffee, make breakfast, see his dad off, take a bath or shower, and then relax for twenty minutes or so before she went to work. He could count on one hand the number of times his mom had broken from that rhythm, and he was hoping that today wouldn't break that cycle.He paused outside the master suite, listening for any indication of his mom's location. He heard the slam of the washer door, and he knew he had only a few moments. He was going to have to take a risk, but it was well worth it, in his opinion, and a calculated one. He'd seen the way his mother was looking at that romance book, the way she'd bit her lip when his dad had been walking away; she had one thing on her mind, and she wasn't going to achieve it in the shower.The shower stall door that stood in the master suite was fit with opaque glass, and as he pulled it nearly shut behind himself, he could tell in the mirror that only a dim silhouette of his hiding form was visible. If his mom wasn't looking for him, he was certain that she would miss his hiding spot.The door to his parent's room shut solidly, and he heard his mom shout, "Taking a bath Jake, love you!"He scrambled to pull his phone out of his pocket, his thumb swiping over the camera in the bottom to pull up the video screen. He hit the play button and waited, hardly daring to breathe.After a moment, the bathroom door opened; his mom entered the room with a loud sigh. He watched intently as his mom's fingers went to the buttons at the back of her gown, deftly undoing the small pearls that held the delicate lace garment up, allowing the gown to sink lower and lower on her shoulders. Jake didn't move as he waited, watching through the crack in the door, his eyes on his mom's thin, busty frame as she let the gown fall into a pool on the bathroom floor.It was clear right away that his mom didn't know she had an audience, didn't know that her son lurked in the shower stall just behind her. She was inspecting herself in the mirror, wondering if it was something about her that made her husband seem so uninterested lately. It seemed impossible to keep him interested. Even in the evenings after she gave him a blowjob he would just roll over and fall asleep, leaving her to play with her pussy alone until she fell asleep.Well, not today, damn it. Today she was going to take care of herself.*Brandi went to the tub and turned it on, letting the hot water fill quickly. The jacuzzi tub's bubbler turned on as the water hit a certain level, and she felt her pussy clench in excitement at what she knew was coming. Her eyes went to the romance novel she'd left on the counter, and she snagged it up after a moment. It would take a second for her bath to fill, and she wasn't sure she wanted to wait.*Sitting on the counter, Brandi lifted one leg onto the countertop and left the other on the floor, spreading Ankara escort bayan (http://officialankara.com/) her legs wide. She'd dog-eared her favorite scene in the novel, where the beautiful maiden was approached by the foul, evil villain and was ravished in the field against her will. She reached down beneath the sink, snagging the small, purple bag that held her favorite bright pink dildo. Pulling it out of the bag, she shivered, holding back a moan of excitement.Her pussy was almost dripping wet as she slid the head of her toy between her lips, getting it wet with her own juices so that she could fuck herself easier. She could already feel her body tensing in excitement for the orgasm she knew was coming, that it was craving.Jake's eyes were locked on the dildo his mom had pulled out from under the sink, surprised to see his normally hyper-conservative mom with something he'd always assumed she would consider the devil. His cock was rock hard in his sweats, and he wished that there was more space for him to jerk off. He'd have to do it later, maybe while watching the video he was making now.His palm would have to do, for now. He wanted to step out and fuck her right there, but he knew that porn wasn't real, and if he stepped out of the shower now then he'd probably end up in serious trouble, not laid.So, he stayed quiet, holding his breath as his mom pushed the pink cock into her pussy, thrusting it into her wet, squelching cunt over and over as she sat on the countertop and fucked herself close to orgasm.He'd never known his mother was such a slut. He'd heard her masturbating at night, sure, but he hadn't known that she plowed her pussy with toys like this. It was hot as fuck, but he was also ninety percent sure that if his dad knew, he'd have a stroke and probably kick his mom straight out for being a whore. They were both old-timey Christian types, only having sex for procreation, and he highly doubted that his dad knew that mom moaned like a bitch in heat while riding a bright pink toy when he went to work.Not that he was complaining.*No, Jake didn't mind at all. His cock was painfully hard as he watched her, saw the look on her face that showed how close she was to cumming. Her eyes were clenched shut, the shaft of her toy drenched in white lather from her desire. He stroked himself through the thick material of his pants, close to groaning as he heard his mom's soft whimpers get louder and louder.His mom was a screamer, it seemed. The choked scream of pleasure as his mom came on her toy nearly made him cum, too, but he held on. His eyes were locked on her as her body writhed and squirmed on the countertop, her hips bucking and twisting as she came. After a moment she fell quiet, panting heavily, her eyes closed in bliss.Jake was completely still, not wanting to somehow give away his presence. The sound of the bath still filling obscured any sounds of rustling cloth, but his paranoia spiked as his mom was done, and he realized he would have to sit in the bathroom with her until she finished bathing.The doorbell rang, distant and far, and the savior that Jake didn't know he needed. He watched his mom's face scrunch up in annoyance, and she shouted, "Jake, get that!"Silence, obviously."Jake!"When he didn't respond, his mom sighed again, pushing herself off of the countertop she'd been lounging on. She grabbed her nightdress off of the floor, but she moved with a bit more fluidity, her motions more relaxed. Her orgasm had done her good.Jake listened intently as the door opened to the bathroom, then the master bedroom. He gave it thirty seconds, waiting until he heard his mom speaking to someone at the front door before he finally abandoned his hiding place. He made it to his room safely, where he quickly shut the door, pulling up his phone and the priceless video on it.The sound of the front door shutting made his cock ache, thinking of his naked mom and what he'd just witnessed. He'd expected her to finger herself or something in the bath, not straight up fuck herself on the counter. He'd gotten way Escort Ankara (http://officialankara.com/) more than he'd bargained for, and it excited him. He wanted to watch.The ultimate video for his spank bank.***The next morning, Jake pulled the video up on his phone. He'd watched it probably a dozen times the day before: twice in the morning before he'd gone to school, a few times in class (he had shown his best friend, obviously), and multiple times later that night. When he'd heard his mom masturbating again in the evening, after his dad had come home and they'd all had dinner and gone to bed, he'd pulled up the video and watched it alongside, imagining her thrusting her toy into herself while he stroked himself.Now he was ready to go again, though his enthusiasm was starting to wane a bit. He almost hadn't watched, until he'd heard his mom start the bathwater, and he knew that she was getting ready to start her morning ritual.He'd barely pulled the ten-minute or so long video up on his album when a soft knock at the door made him nearly drop his phone, scrambling to hide it face-down in his lap, trying to hide his boner as he did so. The door opened, and his mom peered in, pouting. He realized that the bathwater had turned off while he'd been distracted."Hot water is shut off until this evening, love. Gas is being worked on until five, I think. That's what the utility company said when I called.""Gotcha, thanks, Mom."The door shut quietly behind her, but Jake found that he wasn't quite as interested in watching the video now. His cock was still hard, but knowing that his mom wasn't going to be in the bathtub fingering herself while he was jerking it to her video ruined a bit of the fun.He put the phone in his sweats, then left his room.His mom had dressed quickly, wearing a dark red dress with black legging and boots. She lounged on the sofa, that romance novel in hand. Now that he knew what she did with those books, he was going to look at them a bit differently.He sat down beside her, saying, "Going in to work early?" He pulled his phone out, idly surfing the web, but his mind kept going back to the video he'd snapped in secret. His dark eyes flicked to his mom, innocent in her reading, and he clicked on the video. The sound was off, but he didn't need the sound to remember the moans of his mom as she'd slid the dildo into her tight, clenching pussy. His cock jerked in his pants and he had to bite his lip to stop the groan. He placed his hand across his lap, hoping that the gesture looked natural, not awkward as he'd imagined it did.His mom didn't look up.The video played, and he felt a new excitement surge through him at how he watched the incriminating video so close to his mom. His cock pulsed under his palm as he watched the toy slide into her, his real mom sitting only two or so feet away. His hand stroked his rod, stiff and hard, and his eyes flicked to watch her, the video playing in his peripheral.He noticed exactly when his mom saw him doing it, though she didn't say anything, not right away. Instead, she got tense, and she stopped flipping through her book. Somehow that was hotter than if she had called him out, knowing that she watched him do it, instead.Finally, she said, "Jake, what are you doing?"He didn't stop, his hand moving a bit more exaggeratedly along his shaft, gripping harder. He had a bit of an idea, though it was reckless. The way she was watching him emboldened him, though?his mom hated confrontation."Jake, stop it," she snapped, sounding annoyed and uncomfortable, but she didn't move away from him on the sofa. "What are you doing?"He didn't say anything, merely turned the phone around, showing her a brief clip of her sitting on the bathroom counter, legs spread with a giant toy shoved balls-deep in her pussy. He had a solid grip on his cock now and was absently stroking it, fighting the urge to pull his sweats and boxers down and pull himself out to show her what watching the video had done to him. They were tight and restrictive, but he didn't make the move quite yet."Why do you have that?" she asked, quietly. She'd gone pale, but she still didn't move either away from him or towards him. He was close enough that he could lean forward and touch her.He shrugged, slipping his hand under his sweats and grabbing his cock. He was the hardest he'd ever been, knowing that he had his mom's captive audience. He stroked...