It was Friday night, the day before high school graduation, and Elaine Porter was preparing for the next day's ceremony. The house would be full of relatives most of tomorrow, and she'd spent most of the day helping clean for the party. She might have been looking forward to the day except that her mother had been in such a terrible mood all week.
Elaine felt certain that her mom was mad because she knew that Elaine had been watching her parents having sex in the basement. She could only hope that she didn't know she'd been recording them as well. She wasn't sure, really, but she'd never known her mom to act so distant and tense toward her before. What other reason could there be? She wished her mom would just yell at her and be done with it.
Still, she was past the point of guilt on the subject of watching her parents. It turned her on to watch them fuck, just as it turned her on to watch her brother masturbate. To watch each other, actually. She watched the video of her parents over and over, studying the way her mother's cheek bulged against the head of her father's cock or how her father's ass tightened up thrusting into her mom's pussy. She never could just watch the show but had to play with herself when she did.
Sometimes, she and her brother watched the video together, but he was out with Tillman Mosswell tonight at some geek convention downtown. Computer-whatever-con. Oh well, she could imagine his fist pumping his meat. She could imagine tasting his cum.
Emily Porter stood indecisively outside Elaine's door and listened. Robert was mowing the lawn in preparation for the big event. Their daughter's graduation from high school. There would be relatives coming over, of course, but mostly it was the parents of other students, going from party to party for whom they wanted to look good. She wanted her relationship with her daughter to be good, too, and that was why she was at her door.
But how would she broach the subject?
There was no sound from inside the room. Was she even in there?
Emily turned the knob and pushed the door open, and the first thing she saw was her own naked body humping up and down on Robert's glistening cock. Emily found herself staring at the video taken through the basement window! Elaine was so engrossed that she didn't hear her mother, who could barely control her anger, so Emily stepped inside and
slammed the door behind her.
Elaine jumped, turning and reaching for the keyboard at the same time, one hand still half way inside her pants.
"You little bitch!" Emily spat, storming in to swat her daughter's hand away from the keyboard. "Leave it on."
"Mom, I . . . I'm sorry, but I . . ."
"Shut up." Emily stared at the screen, watching herself taking Robert's cock into her mouth. "Just shut up." She nearly slapped the girl, but grabbed her hands instead, sniffing at her fingers. "That's just disgusting. I'm your mother."
"Oh, Mom, I'm sorry." Tears flowed from Elaine's eyes and her breath caught in her throat.
"No, you're not, so don't pretend you are," Emily said. "Never again, right? It's over, right?"
"Yes, never again," Elaine promised.
"And never watch your father again, either."
Elaine's mouth fell open. Her mother had seen that, too?
"I don't ever want to be this angry again, young lady," Emily said. "Don't do anything to make me this angry or you won't like it. Right?"
Elaine nodded, humiliated to be caught with her mother's naked body on her computer monitor and the scent of her own pussy on her fingers.
"All right. Tomorrow is a new day, a new start, and this never gets repeated. Right?"
"Yes, Mom."
Emily turned and left the room, slamming it again for good measure. Elaine sat for a long time just looking at the door. Then she turned toward the computer monitor and watched her father send a gob of jism out into her mother's mouth.
He mom hadn't said to get rid of the video. She knew how computers worked, and she would have sat right there and made certain Elaine erased it completely, but she hadn't done that. Why not ?