2012-01-04 - 8:11 p.m.
If you remember this story about Alan and Jessie... here is a sequel.
Judith is Alan and Jessie's mother. Ever since last year when she and Rick went away on that ten day vacation in Europe, she's got the idea that her children share some sort of secret. For the longest time she was sure they must be smoking pot, but if they are, they've left no evidence in their rooms or anywhere else Judith can think of to look. Then something she saw on the news got her worrying about pills, but not only are her Valium completely accounted for, even the most careful and meticulous search through aspirin bottles and jewelry boxes yielded nothing. Jessie stopped keeping a diary years ago, and Alan's computer is a laptop, always in his possession.
There's no point asking either of them, of course. They both avert their eyes from their mother these days, and Judith can't remember whether she did this herself as a teenager. She's not so old, but her two children are definitely growing up.
She would never have thought of actually spying on them if it hadn't been for Mister Snuffles.
She'd been up late one night drinking wine in front of the TV, which was turned all the way down, but it was one of the shopping channels, so there was always something to read on the screen. The current show was featuring home security things, car anti-theft devices, that sort of thing, and Judith was swirling the remaining wine in her glass and thinking vaguely that she may as well be tidy and finish off the bottle when she saw Mister Snuffles on the screen, larger than life.
It was actually a sort of nanny cam, a teddy bear with a camera and microphone hidden inside, but it was a dead ringer for Mister Snuffles, Jessie's favorite childhood toy. Mister Snuffles now sat, along with a selection of other stuffed animals, on a high shelf overlooking Jessie's bedroom.
The camera bear was appallingly expensive - more than a hundred dollars! - and if it hadn't been for the wine Judith might never have done it. But she ordered it. She and Rick were going to Arizona for a week, and then to New Mexico for the balloon festival. She didn't think she dared try anything in Alan's room, but if there was anything going on in Jessie's room, Judith was going to find out.
She made the switch while the kids were at school, climbing up on a chair. Ugh, all the dust! She had to dust all the animals lest the false spy Mister Snuffles stand out from the others. The real Mister Snuffles was tucked away in Judith's suitcase, his accusing button eyes zipped away into darkness.
The trip was very nice, though Rick was very distant. He hardly even touched Judith and though she tried to hide her disappointment and frustration, waiting to hear his snore before silently masturbating herself to sleep, she found it harder and harder to contain her loneliness. By the time they took the expensive ride in a real hot air balloon Judith could scarcely enjoy it.
And the day after they get back home, Rick leaves on another trip. Judith refills her Valium prescription and buys some more wine. The kids are both out, so she puts the real Mister Snuffles back up on Jessie's shelf and retrieves her spy. It has the exact same button eyes - the camera lens is in its nose. Judith brings the bear back to her own computer (in what used to be the sewing room) and after many consultations of the confusingly worded manual, plugs it in and copies the files recorded by the camera. It takes a long time.
When it's finally done, she resets the bear and puts him back up on the shelf, and the real Mister Snuffles returns to Judith's suitcase, now safely out of the way up in the attic. Her expensive spy may as well resume his post. She will have to look at those files later, it's time to start getting dinner on. Judith hides them very cleverly in a boring sounding folder inside a boring sounding folder and turns the computer off.
Hours later she turns it back on again, and she's in a good mood now, wrapped in a clean robe, all warm from a long hot shower, and even though she knows she doesn't really NEED it she's taken a Valium and now she's got a glass of wine (where did that come from? oh well.) The kids were late for dinner, but they did at least say thank you to Judith for cooking their favorites. That was all you wanted sometimes, after all, was a little notice. Rick and his latest trip flicker in Judith's mind, but she dismisses it firmly, there are some things it is better not to know. Defiantly she sips her wine as she opens up her boring sounding folder containing Spy Bear Snuffles' report.
The bear has a motion sensor (in one of his paws, if Judith remembers right) so that when there is nothing moving in the room or when it's completely dark, it stops recording. There are flickers in the video in between Jessie getting up, moving around, dancing to music, getting dressed. Judith looks at her daughter's body with envy and nostalgia. She keeps herself in shape, but she's just not a teenager anymore. Jessie is cute, which is a relief to Judith, because she certainly isn't all that bright.
Judith looks down into her wine glass, frowning.
She glances back up at the screen just in time to see Alan, who had entered Jessie's room, unzip his pants and offer his cock to his sister. Jessie drops down onto her knees, worshipfully rubbing her face against it before opening her mouth and sucking it in.
"Yes," her son's voice groans quietly from the tinny speaker. "Suck it."
Jessie slurps and sucks, panting and moaning, her hand moving between her legs. Alan cradles her head in his hands, slowly pumping. "Good girl, Jess. That's right, suck it. So good, you little whore. Suck that cock, yeah. Suck your brother's cock."
The words are clearly exciting to Jessie. She moans deep in her throat while sucking, strange grunting sounds.
Judith's heart is pounding, her mouth hanging slack in horror, in amazement. This is their secret - the secret she sensed, her intuition had been right about that, but she had never even suspected anything like - this. Under her robe, Judith's pussy is aching and hot, as she watches her daughter sucking her son. She downs the rest of the wine and shoves the glass somewhere on the desk.
"Are you my good little fuck hole?" Alan says, panting. Jessie makes an affirmative sounding moan and releases his shiny wet cock with a pop. Lying back sideways across the bed she pulls her legs up over her head in something like a yoga pose, leaving her vulva exposed. It is swollen and pink and very wet.
"Good little fuck hole," Alan says, and rams his shiny cock in right up to his balls, as his sister shrieks in pleasure, "Fuck my hole, yes! yes, oooh!"
The camera and the microphone on the bear spy are quite good. Judith can hear the slick sounds of Alan's cock plunging in and out of Jessie's wet hole. Jessie is mewing and writhing in pleasure, there is no question of force, Judith's children are wantonly fucking as though they were not brother and sister, but they are, the similarities in their faces is clear right there in the excellent quality video and really it was kind of worth it, the expensive spy bear, really a quality piece of equipment - Judith's brain is jerking randomly in every direction as she continues to watch them fucking and groaning and when Alan jerks his big glistening cock out of the streaming hole to come all over his sister's belly, Judith presses her thighs together with a whimper.
There is another place in the files, a few days later, where Judith's son and daughter have anal sex. She watches it more than once, drinking more wine, her vision tunneling in on Alan's seemingly tireless cock pumping in and out of Jessie's asshole. She has had to turn the volume almost all the way down to mute, Jessie's shrieks are so loud. Judith rewinds it because of the bit she wants to see again, when Alan reaches a lazy hand to diddle his sister's cunt, expertly making her come before shoving his wet fingers into her mouth.
At the very end of it all Judith finds this.
The point of view of the bear moves suddenly: someone is taking it down from the shelf! It is Alan. Judith has her hand over her mouth in horror as she scrabbles with the other to turn the volume up a little: he is addressing the bear. He is talking to her!
"Hi Mom." He grins at her. Judith knows that he is talking to a bear, but the look on his face is exactly like he is looking at her. He knows. Her heart is pounding. Her eyes swing to the door of the sewing room, but she locked it before she sat down.
"I know you put the bear there, and I know what you've seen. You taught me how eavesdroppers don't always like what they hear, you remember? Understand, I could have just erased the files and you would never have known, you would have assumed it didn't work. But you know, I thought, Jessie is a lot like you... so maybe you would like what you see." Alan puts the bear down and Judith can see that he is sitting in his room now, the bear must be on his desk, and his pants are open, he is slowly stroking his cock with one hand, displaying it to her. "Do you like it Mom? Did you like seeing us fuck? Do you like to see my cock?" With his other hand he brings the bear closer so that his cock fills the frame. She can hear his voice, low and almost hypnotic, and she cannot look away from his cock.
"You see how hard I am? I was thinking about you, Mom. I was thinking about you watching this and getting hot... and now I'm thinking about how much I'd like to fuck your face." He holds out his cock to her. "You wish you could suck it...? You wanna suck it, Mom? I've got enough cum for Jessie... and you. I've always wanted to fuck you, Mom. I wish I could fuck your asshole... Jessie could lick your pussy. You want that, Mom? I could come right now thinking of it." But he is in no hurry, he strokes it for her in a proud display, and he is absolutely right, she does want to suck it. And this thing he has just said about Jessie, it makes her shiver, she hadn't been thinking things like that when she looked at her daughter getting undressed... had she? Jessie is only a teenager... and her pussy must be fresh and sweet, pink as a flower, glistening honeydew, swollen clit. Judith shudders and rubs her own pussy as on the screen, her son pumps his fine big cock.
"Jessie and I only fooled around a little, no fucking, but then she went and let that asshole German kid fuck her. She gave her virginity to that fucking asshole that hit her! So I told her if she didn't want me telling about that and about having oral sex with me... she could be my sex slave, and at least I wouldn't hit her, but I'd treat her mean enough that she could get off. You can see how she likes it. If she had any sense she'd realize I can't tell on her without going down for it too! Or maybe she knows and she doesn't care. We both like it dirty. Do you like it dirty, Mom? I'm taking a chance because... I want to fuck you so bad. You'd love my cock, Mom. I'd make you feel so good."
"Oh God," Judith whimpers, her fingers slick and rubbing furious circles over her clit. Her eyes are wide, fixed on the sight of that beautiful cock, her ears straining for the low, heated words of her son as he offers that cock to her.
"You could pretend this never happened," he whispers, his hand moving faster now. "Rest assured Jessie's on the pill. Leave us alone and you'll never hear a thing about it. But if you want..." he is panting, and she is panting, rubbing, staring, licking her lips, her head is spinning and she wants so badly to know what it tastes like, that cock, her son's cock, and she wants to lick her daughter's pussy too, yes, yes, "if you want it, Mom... just come and touch it. That's all you have to do... and I'll..." but now at last before he can finish this sentence, he is coming, thick spurts all over his hand, creamy blobs pulsing out of the little hole and she comes, writhing in the chair.
TO BE CONTINUED