Chapitre 2102: MOM'S OFFICE
Since a young age it had just been me and my mom, Claire. My dad wasn't in the picture for long as he was travelling when he met my mom. They had sex a few times and he was long gone again before he could have even found out that my mom was pregnant.
That sort of suited my mom though as she had always been a free spirit. She dated, but none of her relationships ever became serious or long term. She could have this if she wanted to as she was pretty, having what I would describe as a typical mom's figure; she was curvy and full with curly brunette hair that spent most of its time tied up. She had large brown, caring eyes and a spatter of freckles over her nose.
Mom worked from home for the first part of the week but would usually spend Friday and Saturday out of town, usually returning on Saturday evening.
She didn't talk about work much but she manufactured parts for something or other. As I grew, I remember being curious about her work and asking her questions about it. I knew that if any of my friends asked their parents about their jobs they would get long, boring explanations of their official titles, responsibilities and how they were fundamental in the running of whatever it was that they did. My mom however skirted around the question, she gave vague answers about various product testing for a consumer market, concept developments and prototypes and would sort of trail off as if it was a sufficient answer.
Since as long as I could remember, I was not allowed in her office. That was the basement, I had been down there years ago when we first moved in. I remember it being simply furnished with no windows so it was lit by a dim light on the ceiling, a bookshelf and a simple desk. To be honest, I never had a reason to want to go down there despite not being allowed.
It was Friday and my door slowly opened as my mom gently stepped in.
"Sweety, there is food in the fridge and cash in the usual place, no parties and call me if you need me." She was dressed casually, the smell of her perfume filled the air. She went through the procedure everytime.
"I know mom, thanks," I replied back sleepily "See you soon." I was up now and got dressed to start my day. It was largely uneventful and after school and hanging out with some friends until late I returned home and flopped onto my bed. I undressed and settled down to sleep.
I'm not sure why, but the office in the basement popped into my mind. I had never really been curious about it, no conversation had triggered this and I couldn't trace back any seed of curiosity being planted. But here I was, suddenly curious about what the room looked like after so many years.
I felt a pang of guilt about just thinking this, my mom had asked me to not go down there and made me promise, saying it was her work space and to respect her boundaries. I lay there having an internal discussion about the payoff of seeing a boring office to the breach of my mom's trust. I ended it by saying that if I woke up still curious then I would take a peek.
I woke up from the sunlight streaming in through the blinds in my room. I rubbed my eyes and stretched out loudly, relaxing again into the warmth and softness of my bed.
Then the thought popped back into my head. The office. I felt frustrated that I hadn't been able to forget about it and then honoured my previous decision, I would go and check it out. I rolled out of bed and slipped on a t-shirt and pair of sweatpants before heading down the stairs.
The room to my mom's office was near the kitchen and had a sliding lock near the top. This would have kept me out as a young child, but since then I had simply stayed out because of either trust or a lack of desire to go down. The lock hadn't even been pulled over. I grabbed the handle and paused, a pang of guilt returned to my stomach, a betrayal of that trust. Still curious however, I stepped on. It was dark below and I began walking down the steps. The door behind me was slowly closing and the light was fading as I descended. I had spotted the light switch at the base of the stairs and managed to get to it before being plunged into complete darkness.
I pressed the switch and turned to look at mom's office. I hadn't really thought about what I was expecting and therefore wasn't really expecting anything, perhaps an office as you may imagine it, filing cabinets, greyness, a desk. However, what I did see was definitely not what I was expecting. The room was lit by a series of red spotlights, giving the room a warm glow, there was a tv at the far end with a camera attached to the top, a messy bed in the centre with a second camera on a tripod angled at it. Around the room was a collection, clearly years in the making, of sex toys - on shelves, hanging from straps, in boxes. Some I could identify, others I had no idea what they were or how they were used.
And so, there I stood, surrounded by more sex toys than I knew existed, feeling whirlwind of different feelings.
I noticed that the old desk from my memory was still there, a computer sat on top with a light blinking steadily. I walked over and wiggled the mouse; it was simply sleeping and lit straight up to the desktop with no passwords required which returned the feeling of guilt.
I sat down on the computer chair as the weight of my surroundings overwhelmed me. I browsed some of her files and came to a file named 'Testing' which was split into dated subfolders.
I clicked on one that was from earlier this week, a day in which I would have been at school.
"This is product Cashmere which is being trialled as part of a new line using the silica hybrid material," stated my mom professionally as she held up a large pink dildo to the camera, she sat on the edge of the bed that sat in the middle of her 'office', "Product testing will begin with a product from batch 17-C."
My mouth dropped open as I stared at my mom talking directly to the camera, my stomach fluttered with nervous butterflies and my mouth felt dry. I couldn't bring myself to pause this video and let it run. I watched as my mom got undressed and described the lubricant that she would use with the test model, I watched as she laid back and slid the dildo into her hairless pussy and I watched as her tits bounced whilst she fucked herself. She would stop occasionally in order to dictate notes and then return to her testing. I stared in disbelief as my cock stood rigid in my sweats. She moaned as she fucked herself and screamed in pleasure as she reached her first orgasm, her toes curling and her free hand gripping the sheets firmly. She moved to her hands and knees and continued to fuck herself from behind as her back arched and her mouth opened wide.
I couldn't believe what I had watched. As the video came to an end I released that I had not moved an inch since it began. I shook myself out of the daze and selected a slightly older file.
"We are testing a range of suction cup dildos for the company 'Love Yourself' which come in three main designs. Each of these designs has a range of sizes and finishes. To begin with I am going to try the oval suction cut on a seven inch model with a ribbed finish.'
She layed a long, narrow mirror on her bed and stuck the suction cup to it. I looked down at the tenting of my crotch which had a small wet patch darkening the light grey. I slipped my hand down my trousers and gripped my dick firmly.
I clicked further along the bar at the bottom of the video to skip ahead. My mom had moved the dildo to stick it on the headboard of the bed whilst she was on her hands and knees. Her feet slipped into a gap between the mattress and the bottom of the headboard and from this position she was driving her body back repeatedly onto the fake cock. She groaned in pleasure and I watched her tits swing beneath her. The banging of her ass on the headboard indicated how hard she was driving herself on it. I imagined it was my cock instead of a dildo. I imagined slipping my dick into her open mouth as it hung wide as her moans escaped. I began to rub my dick up and down as I continued to stare. My mom increased her pace as she began to orgams.
"Yes, yes, oh God yes. Ah, fuck me, oh yes," she cried out repeatedly as her back arched and her toes curled again. She pushed back onto the dildo and stayed there as her long moan rang out, grinding her hips in a circular motion as her arms collapsed leaving her with her face buried into the bed with her ass in the air still on the dildo.
I had only rubbed my dick a little, but the stimulation of what I saw was too much. My balls tightened and my dick pulsed as I shot huge load after load into my sweatpants. I felt it slide down my cock, thighs and ass crack as I continued to rub my cock. The orgasm was intense and my dick continued to throb and spew a small amount of cum.
I then came back to my senses after my orgasm subsided. I sat with my cum cooling in my clothes, with my mom breathing heavily on the bed before me. I felt shame, guilt and lust all at once. I quickly closed the videos and files that I had opened and left the computer to return to its rest mode. I stood, checked that I had not left any cum behind and ran out of the room turning the light off as I went.
I had a shower and put my clothes into the wash. For the rest of the day there was nothing I could do that could occupy my mind enough to stop thinking about the room downstairs. How many videos were there? What did some of those toys do? Who got to see her research videos?
I played video games and watched movies until my mom returned. I tried to act casual but my heart raced when I saw her. The perfume filled my nose again but this time in smelling it I felt voyeuristic. She asked about my day and I replied nonchalantly. When she pottered around I felt my eyes drawn towards her ass, when she spoke I had to try not to stare at her lips. I looked in her eyes and was reminded of the expressions she held when orgasming whilst riding a dildo. My cock was in a constant state of conflicted arousal, swollen inside its tight confines.
Over the next few days I felt like I was becoming obsessed with the room beneath the house. It was so close to me all the time, yet so forbidden. I tried to watch porn in order to satisfy myself but nothing I watched compared to the rush of pleasure I saw from watching my mom fuck herself. My obsession seemed to become overwhelming as each day crept by slowly and without satisfactory release. Two things happened during these slow days between the weekend: one was that I had decided without a doubt that I would return to the basement to explore and watch videos. The second was a strange one; I had seen my mom in the throes of orgasm multiple times whilst using a dildo and my infatuation came with recreating that pleasure for me. I wanted to feel as close to her as possible, I wanted to share in her pleasure. By this logic I wanted to use the same dildo that she was in a video, recreate the positions and the pleasure she was feeling. I looked at how to lube dildos and advice for first time users. Part of my brain told me that it was too far and that I need to regain some control, but it became all that I could think about as the days dripped by and Friday eventually came.
The day dragged as I knew it would. I refused the offers to hang out with friends and raced home as fast as I could. I arrived at my empty house and threw my stuff down before running to the basement. I switched on the warm red lights and for the first time since leaving here last week felt my body relax and my mind calm.
I sat in the chair and stirred the computer to life. I opened her video files and scrolled through them, opening them occasionally and skipping to see what was being tested. I felt frustrated as I wanted to see them all but knew there were hours and hours of footage stored here.
I found one that was from the same product line being tested as the video I blew my load to last time. My mom held up a suction cup dildo as she pointed to the unique shape of the base and discussed it in her professional tone. The suction cup was not circular again, but had smaller points of suction within the larger one which was for increased grip strength, my mom explained. This one was again seven inches but boasted 'real feel' materials with vein-like protrusions. As my mom explained further features I scoured the room looking for it. I found it in a case with a few other similar dildos including the ribbed one I watched my mom orasm on. My dick swelled as I saw it and was taken back to the first time I had watched her.
I returned to the computer as my mom was undressing next to the bed and I quickly began to do the same, watching my cock bob as I released it from my waistband. As before, my mom would try different angles and surfaces. She once again laid the mirror on the bed and firmly pressed the dildo on to it before drizzling lube on to the tip. I watched her place the lube in a small container near the bed and looked behind me to see it there. I too placed the mirror on the bed, stuck the dildo firmly in the middle and drizzled lube onto it, wiping the tip of the bottle with my fingers to get a dollop that I reached around and smeared onto my anus.
I reached over to the computer speakers and increased the volume before adopting the same position that my mom was in over the dildo. She was doing her last input before she would begin using the toy. I kneeled above the mirror with the dildo pressed up between my ass cheeks, my stomach fluttered with nerves and excitement and my dick pointed forward.
My mom slowly lowered herself onto the dildo as she commented on the 'real feel' aspects of the toy's claim.
I took a deep breath and began to lower myself. I felt the head of the toy press against my hole and used my weight to encourage it inside of me. Trying to relax my mind and body, I breathed slowly and pushed against the dildo as I had read to do online. I paused when it hurt and allowed myself to stretch over its width before continuing my descent. As it slid in and I felt it stretch me I felt an exhilarating rush. My dick twitched and stood more upright as I eventually slid to the bottom and stayed still. It wasn't comfortable but it wasn't uncomfortable either, it was just new and different. I was behind my mom as she was already bouncing up and down in a steady rhythm, her tits rising and falling with her. Again I took a deep breath and rose up until I felt the swell of the head of the toy and then slid back down to the base. I felt the toy rub my insides which caused a strange, pleasurable feeling. I tried to speed up and match the pace of my mom as I watched the video and listened to her breathing begin to quicken and her cheeks and chest flush with colour.
I watched as squeezed and caressed a breast in one hand whilst using the other to grip her thigh to support herself. I mimicked what I saw, I grabbed where my breasts would be, I grabbed my thigh and used it to generate momentum whilst riding the toy. It wasn't long before I too was flustered and breathing faster both from bouncing up and down but also from the amazing rush of adrenaline and excitement that coursed through me.
I stared at the pained face of my mom as she tightly shut her eyes and opened her mouth. My eyes moved to her free swinging breast and then down to her bald, pink pussy that was riding the toy below. I looked down at my own body as I watched my muscles writhe as my body rode the toy and my hard dick bounced up and down.
The pleasure being generated from watching my mom getting off and from the same toy sliding up and down inside of me was steadily building. I felt a warm wave of pleasure pulse from my ass that numbed my mind and kept me bouncing in order to continue its build.
My mom moved both of her hands behind her and lifted her hips up and down on the dildo by thrusting forwards rather than bouncing up and down. I moved my hands back and thrust my dick into the air, repeatedly landing back on the dildo which drove it deep into. This shifted the angle and I immediately felt a pressure build within me, the base of my dick throbbed as it tried to make sense of the feelings and my ass seemed to repeatedly contract and release the toy in my ass.
"Oh yes, fuck, oh yeah just like that," my mom moaned out as her hips began to buck wildly, breaking the steady rhythm she had build. Her tits heaved as she plunged heavily onto the dildo. She reached a hand forward and rubbed her clit as she quickly approached a loud orgasm.
I reached a hand forward and grabbed my dick. It was the first time I had grabbed it yet as soon as I touched it I felt like it was ready to blow. I gave it a few strokes which tipped me over the edge, I removed my hand as my dick blew a load forward. I continued to bounce and each time I landed and the dildo rode deep into my ass a new rope of cum shot out of my hard, throbbing dick. Without my hand on my dick the orgasm seemed different. My ass hungrily continued to bounce on the toy which prolonged my orgasm. Holding my breath I felt my whole body become racked with pleasure as cum oozed from the tip of my dick onto the mirror below me. Unlike when I usually jerked off, I came down from the height of my orgasm but still felt pleasure radiating from within me and my dick remained swollen and hard, pointing in the direction of my cum splatters that covered the mirror, sheets and floor.
My bouncing stopped as I watched my mom remove the mirror from the bed and stick the toy firmly to the head board before getting into position in front of it.
I slowly did the same. My legs felt like jelly and were shaking as I copied my mom on the video. I got onto all fours and slid my legs under the gap in the headboard, using my hands and knees to move backwards until the toy touched my ass.
My mom looked directly at the camera to ensure it was angled correctly and in doing so looked directly into my eyes as I moved my weight back and felt the familiar, pleasurable sensation of the dildo sliding back into my wanting hole. I held eye contact as we both rocked back and forth using the headboard to absorb our heavy ramming. My mom looked away as she was taken over by the pleasure of being pounded and I looked at the camera that was used to record her. It stared quietly at me and I felt a renewed connection with the experience my mom had. The camera looked modern but had been crudely fixed with a piece of electrical tape after perhaps being dropped. I imagined being behind it as it took in the view of my mom live, riding toys to orgasm for an unknown audience.
I returned to the screen as I watched my mom lower her chest to the bed as she used her arms to drive her pussy back onto the headboard. I too lowered my head to the bed and drove my ass onto the toy as hard as I could, enjoying the feeling of being fucked in my tight ass and the incredible sensations it caused in me.
My dick swung and throbbed as the pounding of my ass began to numb my mind again. All that existed was the toy, my ass and the pleasure that my mom and I were sharing. She moaned encouragement to me as I felt my ass tighten with the onset of orgasm. My hips bucked as I felt I was losing control of my body whilst I tried to ride the dildo. My ass spasmed and I felt my insides tighten and relax, tighten and relax with an increasing rate. I longed to touch my cock but I looked and my mom was using both hands in order to support herself and drive herself backwards and so I felt compelled to do the same.
It didn't seem to matter though as my dick, anus and everything in between pulsed with orgasm. It racked my body with warmth and pleasure as my dick shot a long stream of cum directly onto the bed. I moaned out loud in a long cry of ecstasy as another long stream of cum poured out of me. I heard my mom's moans of pleasure which encouraged me to pool my energy to ride the cock a few more times back and forth, each one causing my dick to tighten and spew and my ass grip in utter satisfaction.With my ass still wrapped tightly around the toy, my torso and head slumped on the bed. My mom was still going as she rode through her own orgasm, screaming and moaning filled the room and the sound of her ass smacking the headboard.
I moved forward and the toy slid from my ass. I had never cum like that and I knew that it would likely ruin normal masturbation for me. I managed to get to my wobbly legs as I stood and watched the video until my mom had finished her own orgasm and had collapsed in the same way I had. I felt complete and connected.
The rest of the day I had spent ensuring the room was clean and left in the way I had found it. I regretted not taking a photo in order to check it looked the same but I would remember that for next time.
Claire had returned home from a couple of days at work to her son, Martin, sitting on the couch. They chatted and caught up, had dinner and eventually he had said his goodnights and gone to his room.
After finishing her glass of wine, Claire went downstairs to her workspace. Once she was in there, she paused with a frown across her face. She was the only one to use this space and although she had not noticed anything in particular that was off, she felt like the space was different.
Moving further into the room, she approached the desk. The keyboard and mouse were usually angled slightly as she preferred to work that way. Currently however, they were further apart and the chair had been moved.
A feeling of anger stirred in her as she thought about the violation of her privacy, of her trust. She considered marching upstairs and confronting Martin. She thought about shouting at him and installing a proper lock on her office.
Then she did what mothers do, blame themselves. Perhaps she should have just been more honest with him. She should have locked the door.
Then she felt a different sensation, one of curiosity. What did he see? Was he upset with me? He hadn't seemed it. Was he aroused by what he saw?
She sat down and considered this for a while. She looked at the camera by the bed and the one on the television in the corner and decided on a plan.
She had not used the timer settings before and so she tested that she could set it up properly and watched the footage back of her checking the cameras. She looked at the red lights indicating that the cameras were on. She found some electrical tape and used it to cover both of the camera's lights before setting the timers to begin recording Friday evening and each camera to film different, staggered parts of Saturday.
It felt like an age to get back to the house after working away for two days. She got home and told Martin that she had some emails to finish up and rushed downstairs. She flipped open the camera's screen and began to fast forward through the footage. She stopped it when she saw her son enter the room and strip naked.
The blue light shone on Claire's face as she watched her son position a mirror on the bed and fetch one of her toys, the sound of her own voice filling the air.
She watched her son use her toys and her bed. She watched him cum to the sound of her moaning from the loud speakers.
She sat down on the bed to contemplate what to do now that she had seen this.
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