“Honey,” Don said to his wife. “I’ve really been thinking about having a security system installed.”
He had been home a week, and frankly, things had been a little weird. He wasn’t the kind of person to rage and demand answers, in fact, he was rather timid for being a large guy, but he felt real strength was not having to prove you were strong. Instead, he decided to try to gather information and have proof before any confrontation. So he had hatched a plan to install a security system with a few hidden upgrades.
In the mornings when she got up, Hanna had been wearing a really sexy gown she had bought a couple of years ago, she’d wear that around until she got dressed for the day. Then at night, when it was apparent they wouldn’t be going anywhere, she’d be back in it. She didn’t even seem to mind wearing it around their son, Pete. She seemed happier, Don wished he was the reason she was happy, but she still mostly ignored him day-to-day. When he had complimented her on the gown, she merely thanked him absentmindedly.
“Why do you want that?” Hanna replied. “It’s not like we have anything worth stealing.”
“Well, they don’t know that, they wouldn’t know it until they’re already inside,” Don answered.
“Oh, hadn’t thought of that,” she chuckled. “Guess that was dumb.”
“No, most people don’t think of stuff like that,” Don continued. “Besides, we me being gone more than ever, I worry about you two here all alone.”
“Aww, that’s sweet,” Hanna said, favoring him with one of her beautiful, but rare smiles.
The straw that had broken the camel’s back, so-to-speak, was when he had found her soiled sweatshirt jacket on the back of their bedroom door. It was strange enough that it was stiff and crusty and she had left it that way, but two things disturbed him deeply. The first was the obvious odor of sex. The second was the business card in the pocket.
There were so many questions in his mind. Was she seeing this “Tabitha?” Did he even consider it cheating if she was playing around with another woman? What about the stains on the jacket that were clearly from men? Had had to have answers. He put it back, and the jacket had quietly disappeared a day or so later, he didn’t bring it up and Hanna’s behavior never changed.
“So do you mind?” he asked.
“No hon,” she answered. “As long as you work out the details, go for it. I don’t have the head for all the technical stuff.
This was it, the answer he was looking for. Don spent the rest of the week looking into it and chose one of the only two places in town who could do what he was asking for. He was grateful that they could do everything he wanted, no questions asked, as well. He had another week before he had to leave and they assured him the system would be complete before he left.
Outside the home, there was a camera on each side for 360 degree coverage, plus individual door-cams. Inside, every public space got a discreet, but un-hidden camera. Every private space also got their own cameras, but they were high definition spy cameras. They cost him a pretty penny more, but Hanna didn’t ask any questions about the costs. Their bedroom, bathroom and walk-in closet. The guest bedroom and bathroom and lastly, Pete’s apartment. It got the full treatment too, the visible cameras in the main room and kitchen, plus spy cams in the bathroom and bedroom.
It was all hooked up to a locked cabinet in their garage which could record hours of footage from the motion-activated sensors. He could access it all from his phone while on the house’s wi-fi, his only wish was that they had the kind of data plan so he could watch it while he was away. It could be something to help distract him during his lonely nights in hotels, but the system had put them back enough for him to consider the upgrade next year.
The installation was competed the day before he left. He spent that evening playing with it from the complimentary tablet the company had given him while he and Hanna sat and watched TV. The tablet was password protected so only he could access it, he felt guilty for now volunteering to share the password with his wife, but Hanna was oblivious and wanted nothing to do with “that stuff.”
The only feeds that were active were the living room where they were, Pete’s living room and his bedroom. Out of curiosity Don tapped for Pete’s living room feed. The TV was on and not too surprisingly, porn was playing on it. Oh jeez, Don thought, go figure. He couldn’t quite stop himself from tapping the bedroom feed though. Hi did it while kind of looking away, preparing to tap back quickly if he found what he thought he might.
What he saw instead was literally the last thing he ever would have imagined. At first he thought Pete had a woman in his bedroom. A tall, skinny woman with black, short-ish hair stood in his son Pete’s bedroom. She was wearing black thong panties and a black bra. Yet, as she turned around, it became obvious that she didn’t fill the cups of the bra at all. When “she” had completed her turn, her erect penis stood out proudly, both cock and her naked balls had been freed by pulling the panties aside.
Don felt a nauseating mix of revulsion, curiosity and attraction battling for control of his mind. “She” was breathtakingly beautiful, but it was also a guy, who was also his son.
Don glanced quickly at his wife curled up at the other end of the couch, she was completely engrossed with the antics on the television, before returning to the captivating image being relayed to his tablet from mere feet below him.
Pete dug under his bed and brought out a pair of black heels, slipping them on, Don watched, captivated as his son seductively walked to the bathroom to retrieve a towel and returning to the living room, spread it on the floor.
Like an oncoming avalanche, Don could sense the inevitable conclusion to the scene unfolding before his eyes. Pete walked to his dresser and Don witnessed him opening the “secret” compartment he had helped him to build to hide porn from his mother, reaching in, Pete withdrew a realistic dildo, about the same size and shape as his own dick, he noted absently. Grabbing a little tube of lube, Pete returned to the towel and stood there watching the porn and began to stroke his gorgeous cock (what?) and suck on the fake cock (wow!).
Don felt his heart racing as his son slipped the rubber dick into his mouth further and further with each stroke. Pete’s TV showed two shemales making out and fondling one another. Wow, that’s hot, Don thought, I’d never imagined that could be so sexy.
Pete was now kneeling on the towel and picking up the lube, he applied some to the tip of the dildo before reaching behind him and positioning the toy between his lovely ass cheeks (lovely? What the heck am I thinking?). Pete began to rock back onto the toy wedged between his ass and the ground, it was pretty obvious when it slipped through his asshole and its tight sphincters, nearly half of it disappearing into his gorgeous bottom (yes!) all at once.
Don couldn’t deny the obvious, the pressure between his own legs had become uncomfortable at his penis steadily swelled, he tried to discreetly rearrange his junk, his hand was smeared with a bit of pre cum as he withdrew it from the waistband of his sweatpants.
Pete had leaned back over the dildo, his ass was nearly against the ground now, he was thrusting his hips upward, fucking his fist on the upward thrust and fucking his ass with the dildo on the way down.
“Um, ‘scuse me, gotta pee,” Don lied as he stood and headed for the downstairs bathroom. “You can keep watching without me,” he fired over his shoulder.
Don locked himself in the bathroom, dropped his pants and sat on the toilet, waking the tablet and daring to increase the volume until he could just make out the porno moans coming from Pete’s TV. Don could only barley hear his son’s heavy breathing and the wet squishy sounds coming from his hand stroking his delicious looking penis (what now? Oh give it up, you know you like it!) Don’s own hand had automatically began stroking his own cock as he watched his beautiful son fucking himself.
It could have been one minute or 15, he didn’t know, but as his son leaned way back and began to spray his own semen across his belly and chest, Don leaned forward, pointing his dick into the toilet and began splattering the porcelain bowl with huge loads of his own cum.
Don continued to milk the last drops from his rapidly softening member as he watched his son begin to scoop the ejaculate from his body with his hands and lick them clean. He turned his gaze curiously to his own hand and the glaze of cum across the backs of his fingers. Don tentatively stuck out his tongue and licked up a small glob onto the tip of his tongue before resolving to close his lips over the now slimy flesh. At first it didn’t taste like anything, but after mixing it with saliva and swallowing, it became overwhelmingly musky, slightly salty and a bit bitter. Don could hear Pete moaning in ecstasy as he sucked and swallowed his own semen. Biting the bullet, Don finished licking and sucking his own hand clean.
God that was hot, he thought. God what is wrong with me? I just got off watching my own damn son crossdressing and fucking himself to climax!
Confused and guilt ridden, Don shut down the tablet and put it away in the garage before going in search of a stiff drink. Hanna has her wine, I guess I’ve got my booze he mused as he poured himself a 50/50 mix of vodka and Sprite.
He rejoined Hanna in the living room, she didn’t even bat an eye at how long he was gone nor the drink in his hand. They finished the show in companionable silence before heading upstairs to wrap up packing for Don and going to bed.
Don left the next day for what would be a week and a half trip, all driving this time. As he hit the road, he studiously kept his mind from wandering into the new dark corner which was filled with curious thoughts about his son.
“Jeez,” he thought aloud. “This is so fucked up.”
(to be continued…)
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