Maybe he was right. It didn’t take long for me to pile up a little savings. As long as I stayed home and didn’t spend too much, I’d have a few thousand dollars to help get me through my first year of college classes…
I’d confided in my neighbor about all of this, and he made me a generous offer. Mick was going to be out of town, and as long as I was willing to house-sit for him, he’d pay me a little bit of money for the trouble. It was easy money. All I had to do was feed his dog twice a day and make sure his plants were watered for a couple of weeks. The best part was, I could stay there the whole time he was gone. I’d been under my father’s roof so long I didn’t know what it would feel like to have that kind of freedom. Sure, I was only next door to the house I’d grown up in, but it was still pretty amazing.
The driveway was empty as I walked up to Mick’s place carrying a small bag of groceries. It would still be a few days until he returned and I’d run out of things to cook, but Mick had left me with a little cash to pay for food and incidentals. I stared up at the big house, its tall columns casting shadows on the front façade. I’d grown up in a beautiful little home, but it was nothing compared to this big old southern plantation. In less than two weeks I’d gotten very used to the opulent space and the beautiful old furniture. It would be weird leaving all of this for my old bedroom – or worse yet, a college dorm and ramen noodles.
But it was lonely…
Mick owned properties all over Georgia, and his company managed their rental and resale. He’d become a success, but his time away from home kept him single all these years. When I was still a child, Mick said he was too busy for a wife. Now that he had everything he could ever really need, I wondered if that would ever change.
I opened the big wooden double doors and stepped inside, my footsteps echoing in the space as I made my way to the kitchen and shoved the grocery bags into the refrigerator. I’d get started on cooking later, for now, I had more important things to attend to. There was one nice thing about having a big house like this all to myself. That meant I’d have plenty of time and privacy… For my secret…
I found the small discs on the first day I was housesitting. I probably shouldn’t have been snooping around, but I really couldn’t help myself. They were minidiscs from an old video camera, hidden away in a box in Mick’s closet.
For almost as long as I could remember, curiosity always got the best of me… This was no exception. If I had known what kind of trouble it was going to get me into, maybe I never would have looked inside the box.
I pulled the box out, just as I had every day since Mick had left, retrieving the camera and plugging the little A/V cables into the huge flatscreen TV that dominated the wall in front of Mick’s big king bed. Almost giddy with excitement, I picked up the discs. There were dozens of them. Blowjobs, missionary, cowgirl, doggy style… My favorites though, they were near the bottom… I reached down, pulling one free, returning to the little camera and sliding it in before hitting the play button.
Laughter filled the room. Mick had an amazing surround sound system, something I was very grateful for as the camera steadied itself and pointed at the bed…
And there I was…
It was almost like looking into an impossible mirror, the woman walking into view with a thin vintage looking summer dress flowing around her. I’d grown into her curved and beautiful body. It was my mother, no older in this video than I was now…
The first time I’d seen this, I was shocked. My mother and father had gotten divorced so many years ago, and at the time, I didn’t really understand what happened. My Devlin was always too hurt to talk about it.
He followed… Mick’s muscular and youthful stride entering the frame as they came together, a long kiss before they broke apart, the laughter starting up again.
They must have been having an affair, that much I knew from the videos. It happened years before my parents actually separated. Mother had run away with some hotshot attorney from California. A small piece of me wondered if she’d left two broken hearts in her wake.
“Is it recording?” my mother asked, my own mouth whispering the words right along with her.
“Yes…”
“What do we do now?”
“You do everything I say,” Mick said, his voice getting less playful. “Now strip for me.”
I smiled, still standing in front of Mick’s big comfortable bed. I watched his eyes on the screen as I slowly pulled my shirt over my head, wiggling a bit as I reached around my back to release my bra.
“I love your breasts,” Mick whispered, his voice filling the room as I watched him, pulling my bra free from my heaving breasts. Mother had blessed me with a set of 36DD’s, and Mick was still just as much of a breast man as he was in these videos. I couldn’t count how many times I’d caught him staring over the years from across the yard, only to have him quickly look away and pretend he wasn’t. I wished he would look at me the way he was looking at me now. I watched his crystal blue eyes on the screen, wiggling my way out of my skirt, my panties following it.
Mick had always been my secret crush. Every girl has one. He was the guy I could never have, and growing up I’d spent more than one lonely night wondering what it might be like to kiss him… Or to feel his touch…
“Bend over the bed. On your stomach.”
“Yes, Devlin…” my mother’s feminine voice whispered around me. It sent a shiver of pleasure up my spine. Almost every single one of these videos had some variation on this roleplay. Mick would have my mother calling him Devlin and pretending to be his naughty little girl.
“Yes, Devlin,” I whispered, leaning over the bed, spreading my legs wide just as my mother had so many years ago. I was facing away from the screen, but I could still see it, the images burned into my memory. Her fingers would slip beneath her tummy and between her legs, just like this… And her middle finger would slide up and down her wet slit, just like this… And she would play with her delicate clit, just like….
Ooooh…. It felt so good… My finger rubbed little wet circles around my clit, moans and cries escaping my lips.
“That’s right baby girl… Just like that…”
I kept touching myself, my finger plunging ever so slightly into my tight virgin tunnel, a gasp escaping my pouting mouth. The sounds that filled the room only heightened the experience. I could hear Mick on the video stroking his huge cock, the noise punctuated by a loud groan.
“Does this turn you on?” I whispered, the words echoing around me as I played my part.
“Yes… It turns me on…”
“Oh Devlin…” I cried out, breaking script as I plunged my fingers in and out of my wet pussy, my mind exploding in pleasure with every little touch.
“Fuck me… Fuck me Devlin!” I shouted, ignoring the ongoing video and glad that this big old house was as solidly built as it was. I could let loose here and be as noisy as I wanted to. I knew soon Mick would be lining his big cock up with my mother’s pussy, sliding it in so slowly, every inch burying itself. I wanted it to be me. I wanted to feel his cock plunging deep. I wanted to beg for him to fill my tight little pussy…
“Fuck a baby into me,” the voice from the past cried. I could practically feel his cock driving into her, my whole body going wild. This was the part that turned me on the most. My father never wanted kids. Right after I was born, he had a vasectomy. Clearly, mom didn’t feel the same way. I had five half-brothers and sisters living in California now. Maybe that was one of the reasons she strayed.
“Fuck a baby into me Devlin… Please…” I whispered, continuing my relentless attack on my clitoris. The world was spinning around me, every muscle taut and ready, an orgasm building and building toward release. The idea of a man putting a baby inside me was as exciting as it was taboo. I had a life ahead of me, with college and a career. There was a part of me that wanted something different… Everyone was always so pushy about me finding my own way in life, but was it really so bad that deep down, I wanted to
be a wife? My dream wasn’t to sit in some office chair trying to climb the ladder. I wanted the minivan and the 2.5 children, dinnertime with my family and a loving husband.
“Fuck me Devlin… FUCK ME!” I shouted, the sounds of his cock slamming home again and again driving shivers through my flesh.
“Danielle…”
The sound of his voice shattered my fantasy. I lay there frozen, my ass in the air, my legs spread and my face down in a pillow.
“My God Danielle… What are you doing?”
I couldn’t move, I couldn’t breathe. He wasn’t supposed to be home for days! He’d caught me in the act, he’d caught me doing the unforgivable, going through his things and watching his private videos…
And it turned me on.
My pussy was still screaming out, my orgasm so close. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him, I couldn’t bring myself to say a word. The moans of pleasure and raw fucking filled the room as I did something so wrong that I could barely even believe it…
I slowly began to move my finger again…