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Just as Kyle hit the volume of the TV playing to the side of me…the grunts, groans, and verbal expletives drowning me out. It was me on the screen…just at the moment of climaxing…the delivery boy underneath me. The perverted, peeping Tom was my son. It hit me like a brick. The authority of being the parent overwhelmed me. “You are spying on your own MOTHER!” I screamed. “You give me everything you got…or else.” “Or else what Mom?” Kyle said in a very calm voice. “Or else…well you can’t let this get out…I am serious, do you have any idea as to what this can do…to our family, to our standing in tits the community, to me?” “Yes…I do” Kyle again calmly replied a smirk on his face. “Well…then give me your phone and show me were this all can be deleted” I demanded. “No…think I will hang on to it”. “Listen Kyle…what I might have done is wrong…but this could be devastating…I mean your Dad…your sisters.” Then I made my mistake, “What would it take for you to make this go away?” He paused and looked at the TV, dropped the remote and grabbed his crotch. It was obvious that whatever was under the silky shorts had some size to it. He looked back up at me; he could not have had a bigger smile. The implication was clear… “No…absolutely no…I am you mother for Christ’s sake…ABSOLUTELY NO!” He just kept rubbing himself and smiling…alternately looking me in the eye, then towards his hand, then the screen of the TV…and then back to my eyes. “NO…what the fuck is wrong with you? I am YOUR MOTHER!” He just nodded and smiled…then said, “Yeah…makes it even better, black doesn’t it?” “What the hell are you talking about?” “Last night…you could not get enough of fantasizing about us doing it. Look” he nodded towards the TV. There I was, from a different angle…shit there must be more than one camera in the guest room other than the monitor one. I was Hardcore leaning back in the chair, my legs up over the arms, my one hand furiously rubbing between my legs and my other squeezing and rubbing my tits. The picture on the screen….a woman…obviously older with a young guy banging her. “That is sick…” I breathlessly said. “You did not think so last night, apparently”. “That is not real…it is just make believe…you can’t think that I think it is real…”. “Mom…you do not anal get it, it is not whether or not you think it is real, it is what I think”. He interracial sounded like some schoolteacher talking to a pupil. “Listen…it is not going to happen, you need help”. Even I felt like that was a plea. Kyle began thumbing his phone…anxiety rose in me. “What are you doing?” “Thought I would share this with Debby.” Debby is my best friend at work and the straightest lace in a shoe…she would not only disown me, quite sure she would find big a way to get me fired. “No…no wait…WAIT! Sheila shifted uncomfortably in her seat. When she was sure he was satisfied, she let go, swallowed and sat up on my legs. in surprise. 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Kelly considered herself a scene-girl goddess, her hair dyed a perfect shade of black and her artfully teased bangs cut along an angle to frame the flawless complexion of a fine-featured face. She looked directly into my eyes and moved in to kiss me, while she encouraged my hands to caress her chest. "Hey, where's my real body?" she asked the ceiling. A slight tingle ran through me, my mom moaning as I educated her. Our kids have gone to school together, played volleyball together and had sleep overs. "Hey, I can't help the way that I am.