Danny had gone to his bedroom with the same idea as his sister, except that the video was one of the two of them and he hadn't downloaded it on his computer yet. He'd been too well satisfied earlier to care about the video. Trying to ignore his raging hard-on, he connected the camera and scrolled through the files to the most recent one.
That was odd. There were two videos on the camera. One was a very small file and the other was huge-his, he guessed. He downloaded both videos without looking at them and then erased the last one.
"Okay, Mr. Johnson," he whispered to his cock. "Let's make this the perfect end to a pretty damn good day."
He selected both videos and hit Enter. A couple seconds later, the first video came up.
What the Fuck!!
His mom was sitting on a chair and Mrs. Trent was eating her out! His dick felt like it would burst. Mom had her eyes closed, legs over the arms of the chair, and her hands up gripping the back of the chair as though she was afraid she might fly off! His mom! Mrs. Trent!
Was it Mrs. Trent? Oh, yes, he recognized that bubble-butt from her morning housecleaning. Damn, it was too bad he couldn't see her tits from this angle. He did see the dildo on the table, however, and knew then how Elaine had found out about it.
The video didn't last long enough by a long shot, and gave way to the wobbly beginning of his video before the camera came to rest on the hamper and concentrated on his sister's supine profile as she worked to fit the monster cock inside. He went back to the first video, expanding it to fill the screen, and then began stroking his cock in earnest.
Damn, that was good. His mom was hot as hell, and he sure could like to play with Mrs. Trent's great ass! But that video was too short and he knew the video he really wanted to be watching when he came. He went back to the video of he and his sister and forwarded it nearly to the end. Okay, right there, not let her rip. Danny pumped his cock with youthful abandon, racing his on screen figure to cum. He sprayed his goo onto a folded towel just a split second after his recorded jism hit his sister's chest.
Yes, the perfect end to the day.
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Robert headed off to the bank at early, about seven-twenty a.m., and Elaine rode the bus to school at seven-thirty. Danny didn't have class until eleven today, since yesterday's final had ended the semester for his first hour class, so he was the last to leave. Today was the final for Digital Law, and he'd be done by one o'clock. He put the camera back on Elaine's desk before going downstairs at ten-thirty to eat a bagel and then head out.
"So, what's up today, kiddo?" his mother asked as he pushed the lever to drop the sliced bagel down into the toaster. "More tests?"
"Yeah, Digital Law," he said, taking cream cheese out of the fridge. "Then I'm done. I'm going down to the Computer Café to see about that job afterwards."
"Oh," Emily said, trying to sound non committal. "How long will you be?"
Danny turned toward the toaster to conceal his smile. "I don't know. Probably be back about the same time as Elaine. No later than four, I guess. Why?"
"I don't know. Just planning supper," Emily said, but her heart had already begun racing as she calculated the open hours until then. She may not be a lesbian, but it was very quickly coming to look like she was bisexual.
"Oh, well, I guess by four. Plenty of time until supper," Danny said.
"Good."
The mother and son sat at the table for a moment. She sat with her coffee and he with a bagel and milk, each letting their thoughts wander where they wanted to go. Emily was doing her thinking with her eyes focused slightly off in the distance, while her son's eyes were firmly focused on her. Finally, Danny couldn't take any more. His dick was getting hard so he had to get away before it got obvious.
"Gotta go," he said, hurrying to stand and turn away toward the sink. He finished the milk and snatched up his car keys as he stuffed the last of his bagel into his mouth. "See you later," he said, though his words weren't really understandable around the food he was chewing.
"Bye," Emily said, startled from her reverie. She smiled as the door closed behind him.
It was ten forty-five when Emily called Patty on the phone.
"I'm all alone," Patty said, her voice a soft purr. "Just doing some housework. Come on over."
Emily hung up the phone and hurried across the driveways separating their houses at the end of the cul-de-sac.
Directly across from the Trent house on the looping street, Jennifer Peterson was sitting in her living room enjoying a cup of tea. She saw Emily run between the houses and smiled as she saw her enter Patty's house without knocking. Good, Patty had found someone to play with.
Jennifer was a robust woman of 52 years with pendulous breasts, an ample but not unbecoming backside, and, what she derisively called "thunder thighs." Her stomach was flat, though, the one visible sign that she did actually watch her calories and exercise regularly. She didn't suppose she could do anything about her thighs at this stage of the game, besides, her husband, Daryl, liked them. And he liked her ass, too-liked burying his dick in it.
Of course, Daryl also liked watching Patty Trent do housework, too. They both liked that. Often, the two of them would stand in their dark front room and watch. That was in the winter, of course. In the summer, the sun hit the Trent's front window too early to see inside.
Over the course of time, they had decided that she just liked the thrill thinking of how she might get caught. They never saw her masturbating, or anything beyond vacuuming or dusting, after all. Last winter, she'd upped the ante, however. Jennifer saw her leave her house naked one afternoon in December and go into her garage. A moment later the car started running but didn't go anywhere. She was in the car for about twenty minutes and then hurried back inside, breasts bouncing as she ran carefully across the frozen driveway.
She'd done that a few times. Once, she'd even driven the car out onto the street, circled the ornamental stone garden in the center of the loop and returned to her garage. She didn't back the van in, however, so Jennifer figured that her husband did that for her. She supposed that meant he was in on her little thrill.
It was very nice to know things about your neighbors. And, now, after she'd seen Emily Porter join Patty in her vehicle, she knew something about the Porter's too. What she wanted to know now was how she might get herself invited into their group.
Oh, well, something would come up.