Cindy and I had been seeing each other for a while. A divorced mom with two older daughters, she’d begun to shed her sexually repressed past more and more as our relationship continued to unfold. These events take place after the “Mother’s Indecent Gift” story, as she continued to embrace her desire to submit and please.
Before I met Cindy, she had considered one orgasm a week to be good. Since then she’d not only discovered she was very multi-orgasmic, but she had become addicted to pleasure and the way she felt when she was with me.
With this newfound pleasure a problem arose. Cindy not only felt guilty that she was experiencing so many more orgasms than me, but she began to fear I might grow bored of her.
It would be a long time before she’d admit just how afraid she’d been that I’d leave her. That mix of fear and guilt fed a need within her to “even the score” with me. From that mindset and need, this story arises.
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PART 1
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PRIVACY PLEASE
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Cindy was back at home having spent the evening with me. Her pussy still throbbed from our time together and she wondered if she’d ever make it through a day again without her panties becoming embarrassingly wet.
Cindy had gone to the bathroom upon arriving home in hopes of catching a shower before making dinner. Yes, it was late but she was certain no one had eaten dinner yet. It didn’t matter that everyone was old enough to fend for themselves; her daughters still expected mom to cook, and more and more that meant eating dinner after 10pm
Cindy was letting the shower warm up as she sat on the toilet when suddenly the bathroom door opened. Hanna had heard the water and had thought she’d find her mom in the shower instead of occupying the seat she so desperately needed.
For a few years after her divorce, Cindy rented a trailer to help her conserve money. While it was a fairly large trailer, it only had one bathroom. To make matters worse, the laundry hook-up was also in the bathroom, so for Cindy, the bathroom rarely provided her the escape or privacy most people enjoy.
Cindy was both frustrated, and glad, for the intrusion. On one hand, she was glad her daughters were comfortable around her and would ask her questions that most daughters never would ask their mom, but she also wished that they respected her privacy a bit more. Hanna and Nicole couldn’t understand all the stress she was under being a single mom and at times she wished she had a place at home she could escape to and recharge.
Cindy finished going to the bathroom, stood and then undressed. As she got into the shower Hanna started telling her about her day, and once the shower curtain closed, Hanna took her mom’s place on the toilet.
If Cindy had hoped for the privacy to tease her breasts and pussy as she replayed the events of the day in her mind, she would be sorely disappointed. Instead of just peeing and leaving, Hanna stayed in the bathroom as she told her mom all about her day, including the latest drama with her friends. Hanna’s monologue continued until Cindy finally emerged from the shower, clean but without having gotten the chance to make herself cum again.
As Cindy opened the curtain she wasn’t surprised to see Hanna still sitting on the toilet, with her panties still around her ankles. If Hanna had flushed the toilet then Cindy’s shower would have suddenly become hot, so Hanna had neither flushed nor stood up after once she finished what she’d come in for.
Cindy was drying off when Hanna finally rose to her feet. When she stood, Cindy caught a quick glimpse of the brown hair between her oldest daughter’s legs. Cindy made a mental note to tell me about this latest bathroom “adventure”, knowing I’d be shocked by yet another example of how open her daughters were with her, despite them being well past the age in which most daughters hide their bodies from their parents.
Cindy recalled that I’d recently asked if she thought her daughters were shaved, trimmed or natural. She had stated “Nicole shaves bare but Hanna stays natural”, but I had questioned whether she just thought that or if she’d bet her house on it. Cindy could only imagine what my reaction would be when she told me that she knew, without a doubt, Hanna’s pussy was still naturally hairy.
Hanna waited for her mom to have her clothes on before she opened the door to leave the bathroom. As she left, Cindy couldn’t get the idea of telling me about what had just happened out of her mind. She knew I’d be jealous and would ask a million questions, but honestly, there wouldn’t be much to tell.
For Cindy, what had just happened was an ordinary occurrence and there wasn’t anything special or sexy about it at all. But for me, Cindy knew I’d give most anything to have been able to watch Hanna pull down her panties, pee and then stand back up, without hesitating or trying to cover up.
Cindy recalled how turned on we’d both gotten when she showed me a picture of Hanna in a bikini as I masturbated smelling her worn panties. That had been the first time she’d ever openly teased me sexually with the thoughts of her daughters. Since that day, I’d told her, more than once, that that memory would forever be one of my favorites.
For a moment Cindy wished I could experience just one of these “ordinary” events of casual nudity, so she could see how it affected me, but she knew that was an impossible wish. Her daughters weren’t exhibitionists after all; they simply weren’t modest around their mom because….she was their mom. For that reason Cindy knew that she was the only person on earth that would ever witness both of her daughters offering such casual, and random, acts of nudity.
As Cindy brushed her hair her phone buzzed as a text message came in. She stood in front of the mirror, as she read my message. I’d asked if she’d been left alone long enough to get that shower she had wanted. She replied by texting me a picture of herself, hair still damp, along with the caption “Shower yes, privacy no”.
As Cindy returned to brushing her hair she realized there might be a way for me to experience these spontaneous and subjectively-erotic day to day events. The question in Cindy’s mind wasn’t “How could he experience them..”, but instead it was, “Should I …?”
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BABY STEPS
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Saturday morning Cindy made breakfast for everyone and it was no surprise that she was the only one awake. Everyone, including herself, tended to stay up too late at night; however, Cindy still woke up at the same time each morning, even when she had nothing to do.
Cindy took a calming breath as she walked in and turned on the light to her daughter’s shared room. She pulled the pillow out from under Hanna’s head and hit her with it a couple times as she said “Get up, get up, get up! I made breakfast so get up!!”
Both girls groaned and Hanna tried to hide her head under the blanket. Cindy took the pillow and smacked her again before turning to Nicole to take a swing at her too. Both girls fussed and told their mom to go away, but Cindy wouldn’t budge.
“No. I made breakfast and you girls are going to join me. I’m not leaving this room until I see you up and out of bed, so move!”
The girls moaned again and accepted defeat. They hated their mother’s wake-up calls. It didn’t matter how early or late the wake-up call was, their mom was relentless when she wanted them up. On days they didn’t cooperate they’d find themselves being shot with a water gun she left in the refrigerator and if that didn’t work she’d return with cups of ice water. She’d only had to pour a large plastic cup of ice-water on them once, after that just the threat was enough.
Hanna gave up and sat up in bed first. “Fine, I’m up, now leave me alone” she cried.
“Oh no, I need to see you up, on your feet and dressed before I leave”. Next Cindy turned to Nicole and said, “That goes for you too. Get up or else…”
A loud sigh came from Hanna’s bed as she said, “You’re so mean”. She pulled her sheets back, swung her feet over the side of the bed and then stood up. Her hair had been pulled back in a ponytail the night before and it had mostly come undone as she slept, leaving long brown strands hanging down around her face. Standing next to her bed, she wiped her eyes, not thinking twice about the fact she stood before her mom wearing only a tight white tank top and dark blue panties. After a quick stretch, which caused her tank top to rise up almost to her ribs, she looked down and spied her pajama pants. Hanna took a small step, bent at the waist, picked up her PJ pants and then slid them on. Finally, she looked at her mom and said “Happy?”
Cindy smiled as she said, “Happy? Clean your room and then we’ll talk”. Cindy then turned towards Nicole and said, “Come on, you too;” however, Nicole had already begun to follow her older sister’s lead. As her youngest daughter came back into view, Cindy saw Nicole sitting on the edge of the bed wearing the black t-shirt and shorts she’d slept in the night before. In a dramatic fashion Nicole jumped to her feet, threw up her hands and said “Tada!”
Cindy just shook her head and said, “Ok, I get it, you’re up.” She turned away from her daughters and as she left their room she said, “And don’t lay back down. I expect you in the kitchen in two minutes”
As Cindy walked down the short hallway to the kitchen, she swore she could hear her own heart beating.
Cindy’s phone had been sticking out of the top of her pocket, and as she walked to the kitchen she pulled it out. Looking at the screen Cindy stopped the recording, closed the camera app and locked her phone before slipping it back into her pocket again. Until she looked at the video she wouldn’t know if she’d actually captured her daughter’s morning wake-up call or not, but even if she had, she still wasn’t sure if she could violate their privacy by letting me see it.
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UNEXPECTED GIFT
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Cindy was getting ready to leave my house when she stopped. She had a look of unease on her face, which wasn’t what I’d have expected based on the way she’d been cumming only minutes before. Her tone became serious as she asked, “I can trust you right?”
I was shocked to hear her ask that, given everything we’d done but I could tell this wasn’t a joke so I said, “Of course. Why?”
She took a moment to reply, as if questioning herself, and then she slowly reached into her pocket. When her hand came out she held a USB drive in her fingers in an obvious gesture for me to take it. As the USB drive transferred hands she said, “I’m trusting you. This is for your eyes only.” There was a brief pause before she added, “I don’t need to know what you do with this, just promise me you’ll delete before you return the drive”
Once more, I was surprised by the way she was acting. She’d given me a USB drive with naughty pictures and videos of her several times before and she knew I’d never share them or show anyone else. The fact she was making such a big deal about it this time made me both excited and confused. I couldn’t imagine what she might be giving me that would warrant an extra reminder about privacy so I reassured her by saying, “Of course. I’d never keep anything you asked me not to. If this needs to be deleted, it will be”
Cindy looked relieved as she said, “Thank you”. She offered one last kiss before she left.
Cindy’s car was barely out of sight before I was sitting at my computer plugging the mystery USB drive in. Upon opening it, I was surprised to find only one movie file, and based on the file size, I knew it couldn’t be very long.
When the video loaded I was confused because it appeared to be a recording of a wall. A moment later there was some awkward movement and a lot of shaky cam work, which had me wondering if perhaps she’d accidentally given me the wrong video because this wasn’t starting out like any masturbation video she’d ever given me. I was about to fast forward the video when I saw a door open and a light turn on. My heart nearly stopped as I heard Cindy call out for her daughter’s to wake up, and instantly I understood why she’d asked if she could trust me.
I watched with focused attention as the scene played out before me. There was nothing overly erotic about the video. It was just a normal routine at her place, and the video showed less skin than you’d see in a clothing magazine or on a beach; however, this video wasn’t about nudity or some illicit sexual act. Furthermore, I understood that this video wasn’t really even about her daughter’s morning routine. No, this was about Cindy coaxing her daughters out of bed, just so I could see them in a way few others ever would.
Even though it hadn’t been too long since I’d cum with Cindy, my cock was already getting hard again. I set my program up to loop the portion of the video where Hanna got out of bed, stretched and bent over. The scene played over and over again on the screen as I reached down to masturbate to this rare, and private, glimpse of Cindy’s oldest daughter…
As I watched Hanna stand up in her bikini cut panties once more, I thought about how lucky it’d been that Hanna hadn’t slept in her pajama pants. No sooner than I that formed, I remembered the words Cindy said while Hanna was still under the covers.
Cindy had told Hanna she wasn’t leaving until she was up “and dressed”.
While that wording wouldn’t win a court case, it certainly implied that Cindy knew how little Hanna was wearing. In all reality, Hanna probably slept like that most nights, which meant the glimpse of Cindy’s panty clad daughter wasn’t an accident. Just knowing that Cindy had stood there, refusing to leave until Hanna exposed herself to the camera, suddenly made the video much more erotic.
As I continued to watch the looped video I felt my own orgasm build, and I didn’t fight the urge. It’s hard to explain just how incredibly taboo it felt knowing that Cindy had not only secretly recorded her own daughters for me, but she’d made that video in hopes that seeing them like that would make me cum.
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EBAY-ING A PEN
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Cindy had told me she didn’t need to know what I did with the video she placed on the drive, but she was curious as to whether I enjoyed it. She knew the actual content was at most rated-PG, but she hoped I saw it as more than that.
Her hesitation about giving me that video was in direct odds with her desire to “even the sexual score”, between us. She knew she could never make me cum as hard, or often, as I made her, and I’d already unlocked a world of pleasure she hadn’t even known existed. Time after time she’d said that she’d do almost anything to say “Thank You” for all I’d already done, but there was little she felt like she could actually do to compete.
In Cindy’s mind, any woman that would spread her legs, offer her hands, mouth or ass to me would make me cum, and I’d cum just as hard with them as I did with her. In contrast, no other man, toy or fantasy had made her feel the way she did when she was with me and it was a sobering thought to believe she could be replaced by almost any sexually-willing female on the planet. It wasn’t fair because she saw herself as replaceable; but to her, I was one of a kind.
When Cindy finally worked up the courage to ask about the video, she hadn’t been surprised to hear I had enjoyed it…several times. What did surprise her was when she said, “Since you liked it, you can keep a copy. But if I ever ask you to delete it, you will. Right?”
Cindy’s offer to let me keep the video was one part guilt and one part desire to please. She saw it as a token of pleasure, but she also knew it didn’t even the sexual score between us.
Cindy desperately wanted to feel like she was irreplaceable to me, just as I had become irreplaceable to her. The truth was, she felt like that was an impossible goal as long as she only did the kind of things other women could do, or would do.
When she crossed the line and recorded a barely risqué video of Hanna, for a moment, she had felt like a bold and irreplaceable woman. As she reflected on that act, she knew it had been wrong, but she also knew that the world hadn’t ended. In fact, her car hadn’t exploded, her bedroom hadn’t caught fire and nobody had gotten hurt…there hadn’t been a single negative consequence to taking, and then giving me, that hidden video. As that realization swept over her she was forced to ask herself, “What harm is there in doing it again?”
Cindy held onto that thought and clung tight to her desire to become irreplaceable. In what could only be described as a life-altering impulse, she went to eBay with the sole intention of purchasing a small hidden camera device.
As Cindy looked at various hidden cameras, she reminded herself that I’d likely seen thousands of women in porn that were far more attractive than herself or her daughters, and those women had done much more than offer a brief glimpse of their panties. Cindy knew that if she objectively took a step back, the quick view of her daughter’s panties shouldn’t have warranted a second glance from me. Technically, that video had been even less revealing than the bikini picture she’d shown me before since Hanna had been wearing a tank top.
As Cindy zeroed in on a device she thought might work, she understood that my reaction to the video hadn’t been due to the raw sexual content, instead, its most erotic element was the fact she had recorded the video so I could see it.
Cindy understood that even with a hidden camera it’d be highly unlikely she could ever capture any footage to compete with the girls openly exposing themselves for porn sites, but Cindy also knew she wasn’t directly competing with those girls, or those kinds of videos. Cindy’s erotic currency wouldn’t be “a random naked girl doing highly sexual acts”; instead she could offer highly private glances of two very specific girls. These would be girls I’d met, whose rooms I’d stood in and more importantly, two girls that would never know just how much I’d seen of them.
Cindy stared at the posting for a fully functional ink pen, equipped with a hidden camera inside and she silently debated what she should do. She knew that very few mothers in her position would ever consider doing what she debated now, and somehow, that made her feel more powerful and the option more appealing. There was something freeing about knowing she could finally be the one to do something other women wouldn’t. If she could bring herself to offer me this unique tease then maybe that would make her irreplaceable.
By the time the purchase confirmation arrived in her inbox Cindy had already started making a mental list of all the places she use the pen. Even though logic said it’d be smart to test the pen out in completely mundane places, in the back of her mind she already knew where the pen was going….the bathroom.
After deleting all the confirmation emails Cindy left her computer, trying not to think about the fact she was planning to use both her daughters’ naked bodies to tease the man she was fucking.