Adultery Mom's fun

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It was about twenty seconds before Spencer could see his mom's eyes again. She sat back on her knees, her cheeks full, and her hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh out loud. She looked up toward the man and seemed to be listening to him. With a playful eye roll, she carefully opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. She then pulled her tongue back in and tilted her face down. Spencer squinted his eyes as his mom spat out a thick strand of the man's cum, watching it droop toward her firm breasts, and at the last second, she used her finger to catch the strand and put it back into her mouth. She then quickly shut her mouth, as she was on the verge of laughing again. 

After a big gulp, Breanna wiped her forehead and breathed a sigh of release. The man stepped away from the wall and subtly tucked his massive package into the fly of his pants. He held his arm out to help Breanna up. But first, Breanna sat up and peeked over the DJ table so she could make sure the coast was clear. She then accepted the man's chivalrous offer and got back on her feet. 

Spencer watched them exchange flirty remarks. Breanna then held her finger to her lips, instructing the happy man to keep quiet. The man nodded before giving her a butt cheek a hidden squeeze and walking in a different direction. 

Breanna then approached another female attendee and asked her for a sip of her drink. Breanna took a mouthful and looked the other way as she swished it around vigorously. She then swallowed it in a gulp. Ironically, it was the gulp of alcohol that made her wince. 

Holy shit... Spencer felt an uncontrollable, lustful fever. He no longer recognized the world, but he desperately wanted to be a part of this new one. 

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Breanna then wandered back to the spot where Bill had left her, and her breathing went back to normal. About ten minutes later, Bill re-entered the room and began dancing with his innocent wife again. 

Without even realizing it, Spencer's perspiring forehead was pressed squarely against the window. As a firefighter and female dalmatian danced to his right, Spencer felt one of their eyes make contact with his. He ducked. His heart had already been pounding, and now it was in overdrive. He had seen so many things that he clearly was not meant to have seen. And now, someone had seen him. 

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It was the fastest 200-meter dash that Spencer had ever run. He did not even glance behind him, and he did not let up until he got back to his car. Spencer pushed his ignition and peeled out, turning onto the main road without stopping at the stop sign. 

His blood pressure was so high that it made it difficult to drive and hold the wheel. He knew it was dangerous, and he pulled over to the side of the road and got out of the car. He walked along a suburban street, trying to catch his breath and process what he just witnessed. He noticed his hands were shaking, and he still had a painful erection. 

Spencer got back into his car, slightly more relaxed. He looked in the passenger seat and saw the orange juice resting there. Paranoia hit him, and he convinced himself that the person, the one who saw him through the window, knew he was a party crasher. And if his parents got home before he did and did not see new juice, then they would know he was the one spying on them. Spencer began driving again. 

He cursed when as he saw a street light turn red. Calm down, dude. Calm down. There's no way they know it's you. That dalmatian couldn't've recognized your face in the fucking dark. I mean, you didn't know who she was, right? How the fuck would she know who you are?" 

When stepping on the pedal at the green light, a gut-wrenching feeling hit Spencer. He did not want to look. It's going to be there. It's going to be there. I brought it with me. Please, tell me I brought it with me... 

With the pit in his stomach, Spencer squinted at the passenger seat and footwell. Fuck me! Spencer slammed on his breaks. He pounding his steering wheel with his fist over his fatal mistake. You gotta be fucking kidding me... 

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Spencer had left his mom's Slave Leia heel outside of the house. I put it on the fucking ground so I could fucking film 'er. Damn it! Fuck! 

His whole world felt like it was crashing in around him. He was an expert in leaving no data trails online, but he had just left a whopping clue right at the scene of a crime. A lot of thoughts ran through his mind. The first one was to go back and get it. But, by now, the dalmatian-woman probably had told Malcolm that someone was snooping. The heel may have already been recovered. 

His next thought was to drive home, get the spare key to his dad's Porsche, and leave the heel from the car in the driveway. Of course, everyone would need to think that a creep picked the lock on a Porsche and left the heel at the scene. And his mom would need to forget which shoe she had lost. She would easily remember. 

The bright side was that while he was debating his options, Spencer had driven all the way to his house. He knew there was no going back now, and that he simply had to hope that whoever recovered the heel would not realize it belonged to his mom. 

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When Spencer entered his home, he put the orange juice in the refrigerator. If they ask why it's warm, I'll just say I accidentally left it in the car for a while. He was still paranoid. 

It was not 11 yet, and Spencer was lying in bed with his clothes on, trying to go to sleep. He figured that if the shoe were to drop, so to speak, it would happen tonight when everybody was searching for the party spy. Spencer wanted to close his eyes so he could stop worry and just wake up to find out whether is life was ruined or not. 

Aside from his adrenaline, Spencer had another problem falling asleep. Looking down at the tent in his shorts, he knew what he had to do to get rid of it. It was bold, considering what had just happened, but he needed it, badly. 

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Spencer locked his bedroom door, removed all of his clothes, and opened the video on his phone. 

It was more surreal watching it on a screen. It had actually happened, but it seemed impossible. His mom was a seductive angel, and he felt unworthy to have a video of her. The sculpted curves of her body were one thing, but the way she used them was unbearable. The nineteen-year-old jerked his cock, thinking of how his mom's jaw-dropping body truly deserved to be wielded like a weapon by a seductive, mischievous mind like hers. 

An eruption brewed inside Spencer, and he exploded all over his abs. And he had only gotten to the part where his mom was kissing the man and helping him massage the outsides of her large, creamy breasts. 

Spencer had ejaculated, but he was still horny. He still needed to cum more. He continued the video, mesmerized by his mom. His video recording was shaky. He had no idea his hands were trembling the entire time. When it got to the part where his mom dropped to her knees and began sucking the long, thick dick, Spencer could not believe his luck. Because he had to look sideways through the window, Spencer's skull kept his eyes inches back from the window, but his phone camera was just pushed back from the window by half an inch. He had captured much more of the blowjob. 

Though he still did not get all of it, Spencer reveled in the new angle. It showed more of his mom's irresistible facial expressions, and Spencer could see how much she loved performing her secret service. The best new discovery was that after the man had blown his load in his mom's mom, his mom began a series of small blows higher on his dick, ensuring that she sucked out every drop he had. 

Before Spencer knew it, he had a raging hard-on again and needed to drain himself so that he could go to sleep. Replaying the video, it was not long before he finally felt peace and was out like a light. 

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The following morning, Spencer woke up and did not want to get out of bed. He thought he would want to know if he had been caught, but now he wanted to avoid it. He stayed in bed for hours. Eventually, the waiting became its own form of suffering, so Spencer rolled out of bed. 

When he walked downstairs, and the first thing he saw was his mom sitting in the living room. She looked toward her son. Immediately, flashbacks of what she did the night before came rushing back to Spencer, and his throat closed. 

"G' morning, Spence." 

So far, so good. "G' morning, Mom." He would have loved to stay and talk to his mom so he could envision what she was hiding underneath her blouse and leggings. But Spencer more wanted to know that he was free and clear. He made a b-line to the kitchen. 

"Wait, Spence..." 

Fuck... "Yes, mom?" 

"This is might seem like an odd question, but did you happen to find a heel, like a woman's heel, in the driveway last night?" 

Oh god, she knows. 

Breanna continued, "Your father and I were running super late 'cause we misunderstood the invitation. And I had some old clothes and shoes and whatnot in the car for your father to give to Goodwill. And I think one fell out when we were trying to leave." 

They don't know! A weight was lifted from Spencer's shoulders. "No, I didn't see anything." 

"No? Alright, I guess somebody saw a fancy-lookin' heel sitting in the driveway and thought it might be worth something." 

"Yeah, probably. I guess that-" 

"Uh, hold on a moment, Spence." Breanna's phone was ringing and she held up her finger. It reminded Spencer of how she held her finger to her lips to tell the Black Panther to keep quiet about what they had just done together. Spencer sprouted an erection and casually covered it with his hands. 

"Oh, hey, Theresa. How goes it?" Breanna listened. She then gasped. "No way! Why didn't she call the security officer?" She was absorbed in the phone call. "That's insane. How long was he there?" Breanna became unsettled. "Doesn't Malcolm have cameras pointed in, like, every frickin direction?!" 

Spencer's heart sank into his stomach. The son, like his mother, was hanging on every word. He prayed she did not connect the missing shoe with the window spy. 

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"Ugh, what a pervert. He had to have planned that." Breanna then glanced at her son. "I'll talk about this later. Now isn't a good time. But please text me if you hear anything." The mother sighed, "Ok. Thank you, Theresa. Bye." 

"What was that all about?" Spencer gulped. 

His mom was still sifting through what she had been told. "Uh, well, apparently, Jenna, a friend of Theresa's, who was at the cocktail party last night, said she saw someone peeking into the window and watching everybody." 

Spencer faked a surprise, letting his eyes go wide. He hoped he was not overselling it. 

"Yeah..." Breanna nodded in agreement with her son's reaction. "Apparently, he put his shirt over his face when he was in the front yard, and the cameras were too far away to see anything. And then he must've known where all the cameras were 'cause he ran to the sides of the house where Malcolm, apparently, decided he didn't need any frickin' cameras at all because, hey, there are no doors there. So the pervert got to stalk us through the window. But then Jenna saw him, and he just ran off like a scared rat. What a frickin' creep." 

Every time Breanna opened her mouth to speak, Spencer remembered what she had done with it the night before. He urged his mind to get back to the task at hand. Spencer was not free and clear. "You said something about the security officer?" He picked at his thumbs. 

"Well, I asked Theresa why Jenna didn't just call the cops when she saw the guy. She said she wasn't sure what she saw, and she didn't wanna 'kill the party'." 

"Wow. That sucks you couldn't see anything." 

"Yeah, I know. Wait! Can't you get the video and then auto-zoom or auto-enhance the face? You can probably do that kind of stuff." 

"That's actually not really a thing," Spencer informed her, truthfully. 

"Really? I could've sworn I've seen that on tv a bunch of times. Is it a certain type of program you need?" 

"No, it's just all fake in those shows. Videos and pictures are just a collection of pixels. So basically, it's a bunch of boxes of color put together that make an image. The more pixels, or boxes of color, the more detail you can have. Those cameras already captured his face in the most pixels they could, and zooming in would just make those same pixels bigger. You can't add pixels and detail." Spencer's explanation was more about calming his own nerves than answering his mom's question. 

"Dammit. Well, I still think the security officer should get involved." 

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Spencer's mind immediately went to his DNA and fingerprints on the missing heel. He doubted the cops would go to those lengths for something like this, but he was beyond scared of being busted. "Mom, I mean, if he ran off scared then he won't come back. What did he see that was so bad? A bunch of people in cocktail dresses and ties having drinks?" 

Breanna struggled to respond. 'Umm, yeah, uh, pretty much, I guess." 

Hoping he could get her to quit, Spencer added, "I've helped the FBI before. I know law enforcement would feel pretty disrespected if they had to take time away from serious investigations because someone looked into a house during a cocktail party." 

"Yeah, maybe," Breanna sighed, concerned and frustrated. 

"And then they'd have to get statements from everyone. They'd have to waste time going around to all the people at the party and asking what they were doing just before he was seen. They'd try to figure out why he was spying and whatnot. It's just a wasteful process." 

Suddenly, Breanna was on the hot seat. The last thing she wanted was for the security officer to ask her what was going on at the time and for anyone to find out. "You're right. We definitely shouldn't get the cops involved. I'm actually gonna call Theresa right now to make sure that doesn't happen. We need to just drop it and move on." 

It was victory. Spencer ate his breakfast with a glass of celebratory orange juice. He had been sweating bullets and felt like he was on the brink of disaster when Theresa had called. But now, he could no longer be caught. The security cameras did not recognize him. He had parked so far down the street that his license plates could not have been captured by the neighbors' cameras. And with that, the only chance left was for the cops to go to extraordinary lengths to catch a Peeping Tom- and his mom was nipping that investigation in the bud to save her own skin. 

Even if they were to find the missing heel, Malcolm would have to link it to Breanna. Since he had to have inspected the crime scene by now, and Breanna had not been told of a found gladiator heel, that loose end was also tied. 

With his troubles him, Spencer felt relief, but he also felt something else. He kept thinking about how his mom had used his dad in so many ways to put herself in a position to cheat. It felt wrong, but Spencer was more aroused than he had ever been in his life. 

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He had seen his mom in a brand new light, and he was hopelessly addicted to the idea of her being a skilled, horny seductress. He needed to see her in that light again. He needed to see his gorgeous mom back at work, using her lips, hips, and mind. Spencer found himself wondering how often his mom strayed with men in Malcolm's house and when the first time she used the parties as a means to cheat in the large house. It was no wonder she 'dragged' Bill there. Spencer wanted to go back to see if she would do it again. 

Idiot... You barely fucking got away this time. Now, there're people who are gonna be looking for you. All Spencer had was the video, which he desperately needed to watch again. He knew, though, that a recording could never match the spontaneity and intensity of the real thing. She almost sicced the cops on you last time, you fucking moron. Don't be stupid, dude. 

He worked hard to fight his urges. Spencer then thought about how incredible it was that his mom had been hell-bent on calling the security officer, and just because he alluded to the idea of her being caught, she was immediately willing to drop everything. I have video evidence. 

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That night, Spencer watched his video again. This time, he let his mind trail into a fantasy where he told his mom that he had the video and that he would show his dad unless she opened her mind to having sex with him. During the fantasy, his mom found the sex to be as intimate and hot as Spencer did. And she stopped feeling forced, and she started passionately riding his cock and calling out his name. She palmed the pecs in his chest and let the weight of her butt and thighs drop onto his legs and groin. The whole time she was giving him more desiring eyes than she did to her dance partner at Malcolm's party. 

After Spencer emptied his testicles onto his clenched abs and heaving chest, he recognized that in real life, his mom would probably be traumatized from being blackmailed into sex with her own son. Spencer had the best persuasion he would ever have of getting his mom to sleep with him, and morally, he could not use it. 

Knowing it was unlikely that he would have the balls to use the video anyway, Spencer promised himself that he would only use it to masturbate.

The following day was considerably less stressful for Spencer. It was Monday, and he started the day by masturbating to his video. Then he showered and began work. He found the time to plan the day-trips he was going to take with friends the upcoming weekend to San Diego. After finishing work early, he decided it was time to masturbate to the video once more. 

Breanna still seemed out-of-character. It seemed that the situation was still eating at her after she got home from volunteering. She announced to her son that she was getting a late lunch with Theresa. Spencer thought nothing of it. He ate some food and then returned to his room to watch a European soccer game. 

About an hour later, he heard the front door open. He saw the time and knew his dad would not be home for another hour, so it had to be his mom. 

A few minutes later, Spencer heard her walk up the stairs and knock on his door. 

"Yeah, mom?" 

"I need your help with something real quick. Can I come in?" 

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Spencer promptly sat up on his bed and made sure he was presentable for the woman of his dreams. "Yeah, sure." 

Breanna opened the door but remained in the doorway. 

Not saying a word, Breanna then took one step into her son's bedroom, and in her left hand, she held a pair of brown and brass gladiator heels. 

The color from Spencer's face drained. There was a moment of silence before Spencer smiled, "Oh good, you found the lost one!" 

"Well, I didn't," Breanna said, coolly. "Malcolm found it by the side of his house, of all places, and thought it was something somebody just wanted to throw away." 

"Wo- Wow, that's good luck that he found it and knew it was yours." Spencer wanted to jump out of his window and flee on foot. 

It was as if Breanna did not need to blink. "It was not luck. On the phone yesterday, Theresa told me that Malcolm said the only thing anywhere near the scene of the crime was a heel that looked like it was part of someone's costume. I called him and asked him if he had my lost heel. He did." 

"That's crazy. It's uh- Wow, it's a small world. I guess you never know where things'll turn up." Spencer had no clue as to how convincing he was being, but his mom's eyes were cutting through him like cold, steel blades. 

"Spencer, you're good at solving these types of problems... Would you mind telling me how my right heel went from our driveway to outside the window where the spy was watching us?" 

"Um, well, you first have to consider all the possibilities. Like, for example, that the stalker has been watching you, and collected the heel in the driveway, and had access to your phone to know where you were going that night, and followed you to the party. I think I've heard of stuff like that in FBI cases. Also, there's-" 

"See, I don't think that's how it happened," Breanna cut in. "Ya see, I think the stalker saw me lose my heel in the driveway and then followed your father and me to the cocktail party, orhe just happened to know that we were going there." 

Spencer was not going down without a fight. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could invent a deflection, his mom said, factually, "You're a terrible liar, Spencer. I knew it was you yesterday, and I got the proof today." 

There was nowhere to run, especially with his mom blocking the door. Spencer searched his mind for any possible explanation to get him out of trouble, but he came up empty. He blurted out, "You guys were acting really weird, and I wanted to know what was going on." 

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So you followed us and spied on us?!" It was the first time Breanna had shown any emotion, and it was anger. 

"I didn't mean to," Spencer defended. 

"You didn't mean to?! You didn't mean to drive all the way across town, sneak past security cameras, and look through a damn window?!" 

"No, I mean I didn't mean to see you dancing with those people like that, and I didn't know you'd be dressed like that. I just wanted to know why you were trying to kick me out of the house when you were leaving." 

"Wait, what do you mean, 'you dancing with those people like that'? What do you think you saw?" At the drop of a har, Breanna went from anger to worry. 

Spencer had meant exactly what his mom was afraid he meant, but he was afraid to tell her what he saw. "Like, just you and dad dancing along with all those other couples. I guess you were just at an adult costume party." 

"Yes, you saw that correctly." Breanna sighed in relief. "It was a cocktail party, but just a funny one. Your father and I also like to let loose and have fun sometimes, just like you do." 

"I'm sorry. I didn't know..." 

"You walk outta the house every other damn night, and we don't say anything. We do it once, and you make a whole bunch of people think there's a stalker on the loose. God, Spencer, you really screwed up. Not everything is a conspiracy for you to solve. Did you ever think of just asking me why we were acting weird? We could've talked about this like adults." 

"I am really sorry." 

Breanna was back on the offensive. "Sorry isn't gonna cut it. For now on, every single time you leave the house, you have to ask us first. And that trip to 'Hero Comic Fest' or whatever the hell it's called- it's canceled." 

"That's not fair, Mom. It's just one mistake. It'll never happen again. I've been planning that trip for over a year." 

"A mistake is getting too drunk at a party. D'you realize I had to beg my friends not to call the security officer on you. You could've been arrested." 

"That's not why you told them not to call the cops," Spencer muttered in anger. 

"What was that?" 

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I said, that isn't why you don't want the security officer called," an upset Spencer doubled down. "You don't want them asking what you were doing that night." 

Breanna crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. "Oh, really? You think I'm concerned about saying I was at a costume party?" 

"No. I know what you did on the dancefloor that night." 

The room went silent. The mother and son looked at each other. 

"What do you mean, Spencer? I don't know what you think you saw, but the only thing I did that night was try to enjoy a party with your father while you spied on us." 

Spencer was straddling the point of no return, and he was willing to beyond it. "Well, speaking of 'Hero Fest,' and by the way, it's called Comic-Con, I saw what you did with the Black Panther." 

It was Breanna's turn to stumble for words. "Well, I- I don't even know what that means. What do you think you saw?" 

"I don't think I saw anything. I know that when dad went to the bathroom, you were grinding on him like crazy and letting him grab you. And you were making out with him, and then-" Even in his angry defense, Spencer had trouble saying it. 

His mom's eyes expressed shock and guilt, but her tone remained skeptical. "Uh huh, sure, and then what did I do?" 

Angry at her denials and her audacity to punish him for what he did, Spencer exclaimed, "I saw you suck his dick! You swallow his load and begged him to be quiet about it." 

Even Spencer was surprised to hear that come out of his mouth. Breanna was speechless. She could see there was no doubt in her son's mind, and she was not going to convince him of anything else. 

Relenting, the mom said simply, "Nobody saw it except for you. And nobody will ever believe you." 

It was weird for Spencer to feel accomplished about getting his mom to admit she cheated. After all, he had witnessed it happen. "I promised myself I wouldn't do this, but I have video of it." 

His mom rubbed the side of her face. "How?" 

"I recorded it while I watched you." 

"No, you didn't. It was dark in there anyway. You couldn't do that through a window," Breanna shook her head. 

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No?" Now feeling challenged, Spencer took out his phone and tapped a few buttons. His tv screen went blank and then a video began to play. 

Breanna's mouth was agape. She could not move or speak. She watched herself pleasuring the black man's crotch with her ass. Then she watched herself bend over and place his hands on her tits and give them a squeeze. Soon, she was making out with the muscular man. 

It was awkward, but Spencer was becoming aroused from watching it. The fact that he was watching it with his mom made it even steamier

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"Ok, so you have video of me dancing and making out with a guy. That's not a massive deal. I can overcome that." 

"No, this video has everything," Spencer turned back. 

Breanna shook her head. "No, that's impossible. We were against a wall." 

"He was a wall," Spencer amended. 

Before Breanna knew it, she was getting down on her knees and taking the thick erection into her mouth. Having a good recollection of how things went, Breanna knew the video had to be close to over. She watched her sit back on her knees with her full mouth and then succumb to his request to show her his load. She watched how she gave him a surprise show by letting it drip out of her mouth and down to her tits. She then swallowed the cum and laughed. Spencer had even captured her telling the man to keep quiet. 

The video was soon over, and Breanna asked, "Why did you take this video?" 

"I don't know. I just started taking it," Spencer admitted. 

In the aftermath of the movie, neither the son nor mother were angry or hostile. They realized they had entered a new status quo. 

"I won't punish you, if you delete that video." 

Spencer stalled. "Ummm..." 

"What? We both just walk away from this. It's a safe ending for both of us." Breanna looked at her son. Her eyes caught the activity in his shorts. Breanna had not expected to see her son's erection. "Okayyyy. I see..." The bewildered mother could see the real reason why her son recorded her. 

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Spencer looked down to see cock pointed straight out in his shorts. Noticing that his mom was in a plunging, red v-neck and tight shorts, Spencer wondered if he had been erect before the video even started playing. 

Spencer was not apologetic, but he was nervous. With everything out in the open, he figured he had not much left to risk. "Since I saw you at that party, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. The way you did the things you did, the way you looked, how you- I know this video's a nightmare for you, but I can't just let go of it for nothing." 

Taken back, Breanna controlled her breathing. "And what's that supposed to mean?" 

"I am really attracted to you." 

"I can see that, but like you saw at Malcolm's, so are a lot of other guys. You need to get over it. You need to delete that video." 

"I need something to make it worth deleting it." 

Breanna pursed her lips. "I see... And what if I refuse? Do you really wanna blackmail me into it? That's how you want it? Sure, this video's really bad for me, but your dad and I won't get divorced over it. It's just gonna cause a ton of drama and stress and pain for everyone. I would tell him myself before being blackmailed by you." 

In a turn of events, Spencer was emotionally struggling with his disappointment with himself. He sucked it up and kept his composure. "I'm sorry, Mom. I don't think I could do it anyway. I just- I just can't stop thinking about you. You were perfect that night. I need you, and it- It just felt like the only way. I don't know if I can hold this over you, but I need to keep it." 

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It was difficult for Breanna not to feel her son's pain. He was torn. He did not want to be a bad person, but he needed to hold onto the only chance he had of having her. Breanna, though, had her own motives to consider. "You need to delete that. I told you already, it's not gonna work out like you think it will." 

Her son shook his head in anguish. He knew the right thing to do, but he could not live in a world where he would never see his mom like that again. "Do you do it a lot?" 

"What?" Breanna was confused by his change of direction. 

"Do you do that type of stuff a lot when dad's not there?" 

The mom scoffed. "I am not gonna talk about that." 

Spencer pointed to his television. "You have to. I need to know." He was practically begging despite his excellent leverage. 

Rolling her eyes, the blonde mother briskly said, "Yes, Spencer. Obviously, I've done it before. I find a way to do it every time. Obviously, those guys knew they had a shot." Her tone made her son think he was naive for asking such a question. 

Knowing that his mom had done that type of thing so often that those men knew to go over to her made his video seem even more erotic. Spencer imagined the first lucky guy telling another how Bill's hot wife let him stick his fingers in her pussy and then eagerly sucked his dick. And the rumor just spread from there. 

"How often d'you guys go over for cocktail parties?" 

"I don't know," Breanna sighed, "I guess every couple weeks or something like that. Why?" 

Inside Spencer's mind, he was already trying to concoct a plan where he would watch her again. "So you do this, like what did to that guy, all the time?! Since it's so obvious from the video, Dad could probably tell you did that stuff all the time- it wasn't just a one-time thing." 

"Spencer, I am not gonna let my damn son blackmail me into fucking him," Breanna rigidly informed him. "Delete the damn video, and let's move on with our lives." 

The young man knew his mom, unlike when she was with guys at Malcolm's, was not going to bend. But something his mom had said gave Spencer an idea of how to end the standoff. "Fine. I won't show Dad. But let me watch you." 

"Watch me???" 

"Yeah, like I did last time." 

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You wanna just watch me do it? That's it? You swear?" 

"Yes. Really badly. Like every time you do it. I wanna keep seeing it." 

Breanna's face tensed and her eyes darted in different directions. To Spencer's amazement, she was actually considering it. But as soon as hope arrived, it was dashed upon the rocks. 

"No. We can't even do that. Malcolm is definitely getting cameras around the whole house now. My friends see pictures I post of you on Facebook. They know who you are. If that were Theresa... It would never work." 

After feeling so close to paradise, Spencer was even more distraught. Breanna could see her son needed time to think. "Get that off the tv. We can talk more tomorrow." 


That night, Breanna was in bed with Bill. They had just finished a round of engaging and satisfying sex, which was the norm. And an exhausted Bill was dozing off to sleep. 

Breanna felt a weight on shoulders. She thought back to earlier in the day when she threatened to punish her son by making him ask for permission to leave the house and forcing him to cancel his trips. She found it odd that Spencer cared more about the ban from Comic-Con than he did about having his freedom stripped away. But despite having worn a Slave Leia costume, which she bought after Bill said he had a Han Solo costume, Breanna had never understood that entire nerd culture. 

Not ready or able to sleep yet, Breanna scrolled through articles and pictures of Comic-Con. That might explain it. It seemed like a giant festival, and there were tons of attractive women, who seemed to be dressing down as their favorite literary or screen character. It was remarkable how comfortable and free all of these women went about the convention in their skimpy outfits. For a successful and attractive nineteen-year-old like Spencer, Breanna was sure it would be heaven for him. 

Breanna assumed that her son was likely asleep, probably after watching the video again. She glanced over at her husband, and she thought of the fantastic marriage they enjoyed together. Breanna knew that handling this situation correctly was important, not just for her happiness, but also her husband's. 

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Spencer was not sure how to feel when he woke up the next morning. He was partly disgusted with himself for attempting to extort his mom, who was now the person in the world he wanted to please the most. Another part of him wanted to bask in the excitement that his mom considered letting him watch her behave like a masterful slut again. 

The son came to an internal compromise. Even though he would never follow through on showing the video, with the power it held, even if it just allowed him to hold onto his dream, it was too great to throw away. He figured he might be able to get something out it someday. Spencer knew his mom would take another crack at getting him to delete it, but he was not going to give in. 

Around 2, while Spencer was finishing a security audit, he heard a knock on his door. He already suspected what it was for. 

"Hey, Spence? Can I come?" 

"Yeah," Spencer called to the door. 

Breanna entered her son's room. She looked around and walked inside. "I guess you already know what I wanna talk about." 

He nodded. "The video." 

"Yeah, I do. Have you given any thought to deleting it?" 

With resolve, Spencer answered, "No. I don't think I will." 

The 39-year-old mother puffed. "I already told ya that you can't blackmail your dick into me." 

A switch flicked on in Spencer's mind, and he opened his mouth to speak. But Breanna figured where he was going and swiftly added, "And I'm not going to be jerking off your dick either. Nothing." 

Spencer closed his mouth. He thought some more and firmly declared, "Well, I'm not going to delete it for no reason. I have to get something out of it." 

"Hey... Yesterday when you asked about watching me every time, I didn't reject that. I was fine with that- well, compared to fucking my son or ruining my marriage it was a fine option. That just couldn't work out, though," Breanna defended her efforts. 

The idea of having permission to watch her seduce and blow men every couple of weeks put Spencer in a better mood. "I know. It would've been amazing to watch you. The video wouldn't be worth much at that point." 

The mother swallowed and changed her tone. "Obviously, that can't work. But even if we could've made it work just one time, I'm sure you would've deleted it."