Two Videos

Writer's Note: Two Videos was one of the first stories I posted on this site years ago. Before I wrote stories, I allowed another writer on Lit to use this premise. I then tried it myself.

Originally Published: 2017, Last Edited: April 2020

Enjoy!

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Lisa knew she had the house to herself. Her husband, Robert, was in Minnesota on a business trip, her daughter was on a weekend trip with her cheerleading squad, and her son, Darren, was out mowing the neighbor's lawn for some extra pocket money.

The five-foot-five, married mother-of-two walked into the living room on the bottom floor of her house. She anxiously fumbled through her purse. Even though the house was deserted, her head was on a swivel. You're okay. You're okay.

She had the first-time jitters. In Lisa's hand, she held the DVD she had uncomfortably bought in an adult store on the drive home from her Saturday morning shift. The reused disc cover was transparent, barring a label that read: MILF Takes Care of a Very Special Young Man. Skeptically, Lisa slid the disc into her rarely used DVD player.

The disc was not Lisa's idea. Her work friend Julia implored her to try it. During one of their office conversations, Lisa confessed she hadn't orgasmed in weeks. Immediately, Julia described how when her sex life at home was in a rut, she stumbled upon MILF porn, and it led to some of the best orgasms of her life.

With a testimonial like that, it was no surprise Lisa suddenly found herself reclining on the couch, staring at her flat-screen TV, and working her jeans and panties down to her ankles. Well, thank you, Jules. The MILF/young man sex story was an immediate turn-on. Lisa was glad she followed her friend's advice.

Her shoulder-length hazelnut hair was splayed behind her on the slate-gray sofa. Her hips jerked violently on the cushions as she rapidly rubbed her two fingers in and out of her steaming, open pussy. Lisa built her way toward an explosive climax.

"Sean, what are you doing in here?! Are you spying on your naked mother?!"

Wait, what?! No, no! It didn't fucking say- The aroused mother's eyes went wide. The erotic plot continued to unfold on screen as the mature actress stepped naked out of the shower to wonder what the sexy young stud had been thinking. She ignored his desperate excuses as she tried to cover her pussy and massive breast implants. A poorly acted and unexpected argument ensued.

Lisa couldn't blame false advertising. It was a MILF DVD. The MILF was a MILF in the truest sense — She was the young man's mother.

Lisa was horrified yet still insatiably horny. She breathed heavily and massaged her knuckles into her swollen clit as she fixated on the video before her.

With each passing line of dialogue and each facial expression, Lisa became more aware she was not only turned on by the MILF-stud sex, but she was also hot from the taboo of the relationship.

Heading for an orgasm at an accelerated rate, Lisa wrapped her arm over her mature, firm 34Ds, which she hid under her loose sweatshirt. Her other arm remained between her thighs so her hand could meet the demand of her shaved, pulsating pussy lips.

The movie became difficult to watch. Lisa tried to listen, but she continually drifted between reality and her own inner world of pleasure. Her hips, limbs, and head wrenched in every direction.

When her head jolted to the side and her eyelids parted, Lisa saw what she could never unsee...

On the other side of the sliding glass door, which connected the living room to the backyard, a young man stood there. His build was slender yet tone, his hair was short and brown, and his eyes were a piercing blue.

Lisa's son was not mowing her neighbor's lawn. He had to put his trimmer back in the shed.

Lisa couldn't think. She could only stare at Darren, whose frame filled the only narrow gap of glass left uncovered by the sliding curtain. She was vulnerable. She was paranoid. She couldn't believe she didn't take the two seconds to check the curtain before starting the video.

His body was cast in his own shadow, but there was enough light to see Darren's eyes switching back and forth between her rubbing hand and the dirty incest movie on TV.

As if her clouded head wasn't numb and swirling enough, as Lisa tried to process Darren's presence in the doorway, she noticed him rubbing his shaft through his athletic shorts.

You gotta get up. You gotta get up. Lisa was petrified by her young son touching his hard cock while watching her masturbate. She commanded her body to quit and flee, but it was pointless. Lisa was approaching a thunderous climax, and she knew there was no other ending.

Her eyes caught her son's.

The masturbating mother and son glared at each other in pure shock. Both Lisa and Darren knew they should stop, but their minds were numb, their genitals were on fire, and their brains were drenched in erotic dopamine. They could only keep going.

Time moved slowly, and with each passing second, Lisa spiraled deeper and deeper into the vicious loop of becoming more horrified and then more aroused. She was horrified by knowing her son was ogling and masturbating to her half-naked show, yet she wasn't stopping. What aroused her was knowing how wrong it was and that she wasn't stopping. She just gasped and panted her way closer to orgasm.

Lisa ended her half-hearted and futile resistance, and she allowed her sexual adrenaline to control her body. Without hesitation, she clenched her core and twisted onto her left hip so her lower body faced the glass door. Lisa was in disbelief with her own actions as she gave Darren a better view of her fingering herself.

"Ahhh! Ahh! Right there! Don't stop!"

Hearing the high-pitched moan, Lisa craned her sweating forehead back to the TV. The mother and son characters were loudly fucking doggy-style in bed, and they were about to cum. Lisa held on for dear life.

She glanced back at Darren to find him with his shorts and boxers down around his ankles. He was stroking his exposed cock with his bare hand. He took it out... Lisa knew how wrong it was, but the unfathomable sight sent her to an even higher level of stimulation. She couldn't tear her eyes away from her son's throbbing, thick, cock and hanging testicles on the other side of the pane of glass.

Having been married to the same man for twenty-three years, Lisa couldn't remember ever being more turned-on.

Her body shook violently.

Lisa's pupils expanded and her lust-filled brown eyes bulged. Wave after wave of intense pleasure hit, and Lisa held eye contact with Darren throughout her entire orgasm.

Hot liquid jetted onto her tired, trembling fingers. She was drawn to his eyes, but every time she closed them during a loud wail, she would open them and watch her son ferociously pump his long, rigid cock in his gripping hand while his bulbous pink cocktip staggered in the air.

As Lisa's orgasmic pleasure finally started to subside, she saw her nervous son awkwardly turn and run from the door, his pants around his ankles.

Darren could no longer be seen, but Lisa's drained mind was still processing what she saw. When her son ran away into the fenced-in backyard, he had his phone in his hand. She didn't know why.

*****

Frantically pacing in the kitchen, wearing her hoodie and jeans, a debate raged in Lisa's mind over what she should do about Darren. I just fucked everything up. Lisa wondered how the transpired events would affect her relationship with her son. She wondered how she could possibly explain herself. And she wondered why his phone was in his hand.

There were massive questions with no answers. Lisa, though, wasn't convinced she wanted to hear them.

Regardless of her uncertainty, the mother knew there was only one path forward. And the sooner she began, the easier it would be.

Lisa called her son into the kitchen to talk. She had heard him run up to his room, and, fortunately, he was willing to come down to talk.

They both sat at opposite ends of the kitchen table, uneasily and without making eye contact. The silence began to linger.

Lisa huffed and brushed her hair behind. "We need to talk."

Staring into the wooden table, Darren replied, "We really don't have to."

"Oh, yes we do!" Lisa declared. "What happened today, with you seeing me like that, it's- it's..." She struggled to cut through the embarrassment.

Darren tried to lighten the mood. He hesitantly assured, "It's okay. It's not that big of a deal."

"What?!" Is he insane? "We just saw each other naked and touching ourselves! How can you think it's not a big deal? I mean, god... How long were you standing there watching before I saw you?"

The eighteen-year-old high-schooler adjusted his posture in the wood chair. It took him a moment. "A pretty long time," he sheepishly admitted.

Oh shit. Lisa froze. She thought her son had shown up just before she saw him. It was not the case. "So, you, um... You saw what the movie was about...?"

Darren looked up from the table. "Yeah."

"You have to understand," the forty-year-old mother hurriedly explained, "I had no idea it was that type of movie when I bought it. I— "

Darren quickly interjected, "It's okay, Mom. It's fine. You don't have to be embarrassed about it. I was watching it too, so it's not awkward." The last thing he wanted was for them to start judging each other.

Hearing her son say she wasn't a freak actually helped Lisa feel better. She released some of the tension in her muscles.

However, the lightened atmosphere did not blind Lisa to a major concern. With a skeptical and prodding expression only a veteran mother could generate, Lisa looked Darren in the eye and questioned, "I saw your phone in your hand. Why was that?"

Darren's eyes darted back to the kitchen table. He nervously breathed and mumbled under his breath.

"What? I can't hear you."

"I... I was taking a video— "

"What?!" Lisa grabbed the edge of the table and jolted back in her seat. The front chair legs pounded back onto the tile floor. It was not from anger, it was out of concern. Extreme and paranoid thoughts and scenarios flashed in her head.

Darren instantly alleviated most of her concerns. "...It's just on my camera! It's not like I was gonna send it or post it anywhere. I promise!"

"Whew!" Thank god. A relieved Lisa caught her breath. Naturally, her son's response prompted a new uncomfortable question. But this time, Lisa kind of already knew the answer. "Why did you take a video of me touching myself?"

Darren twiddled his thumbs. His reply was in the same vein as Lisa's prediction, but it still took her by surprise. Darren quietly explained, "Mom, you looked so beautiful, and I had never seen you look like that before— I just... I don't know. I couldn't stop watching, and I wanted to save the image so I wouldn't lose it." His face was red and he was clearly suffering from the guilt and shame of his feelings, as well as the video.

The loving mother blushed from her son's genuine compliments and his ensuing embarrassment. She thought it was sweet.

Lisa no longer was paranoid. She actually felt bad about the effects her interrogation was having on her son. Still, though, she still had to deal with the situation at hand, and she couldn't sweep it under the rug. There was currently a digital video of her masturbating on a mobile device. He could send it by accident. Someone could frickin' hack it. His friend could go on.

"Sweetie, why exactly do you have that video?" Once again, Lisa already knew the answer, but the curious mind has to know for sure. She reassured him, "I promise I won't get mad."

"I wanted to, um... watch it later," he cautiously confessed.

Reestablishing eye contact with her son, Lisa offered a questioning look and motioned her closed fist up and down.

Darren nodded.

Lisa sensitively consoled, "It's okay. I'm not mad at all. This situation is just as much my fault as it is yours."

The son smiled.

"But," Lisa followed, "I need to see the video to know what you have on there."

Darren sighed. His wavering hand wavering opened a video and reluctantly handed his phone to his mom. An inquisitive Lisa tapped the glass screen.

It was hard to watch. Lisa viewed the recording of her half-naked and masturbating on the family's living-room couch. Shit, he really was there for a while. After a few minutes of runtime, she glanced up at her son. "How long does this go on for?"

"It's like that for a while. It doesn't change until later when you and I see each other."

"When is that in the video?"

"Well..." Darren pondered, "I don't know exactly. If it's that part you're curious about, it would probably be easier to show you the video of that part."

"There's another video?!" Lisa was bewildered again.

"No!" Darren assured, "It's just a clip of this video starting at the point where it gets good."

Taken aback by her son's wording, Lisa pressed, "What do you mean gets good?"

She saw Darren retreat and knew she had made him too uncomfortable again. "It's okay, sweetie. I understand what you mean. Please, just let me see that video."

Darren cued up the shortened video.

Once again, it began with her masturbating on the couch, moving her wrist between her parted thighs. The only difference was her body was more animated and she opened her eyes at the camera. She was a deer in headlights. Eventually, her body twisted toward the camera, showing the tops of her thighs and how she was rubbing her pussy more sensually.

The camerawork was surprisingly steady. It was obvious Darren had pressed his phone against the glass door. The only consequence was the cloudiness and blur from the glass lens contacting the glass door.

Soon enough, Lisa was re-watching her eyes flicker up and down. She knew it was her switching focus between Darren's cock and his eyes. It seemed as though she was biting her lip, though she couldn't remember. Then, it happened. Lisa watched herself quiver and twitch while looking into her son's eyes. Then the video ended.

As many would be, Lisa was engaged and stirred by what she saw. She shrugged, "Well, I can definitely see why you call that 'the good part.'" She forced a smile to go along with her lighthearted joke, hoping to ease the tension further.

Darren was excited by his mom's smile and her interest in the video. "There is another cut of it," he added rather enthusiastically.

"Another video!" Lisa asked incredulously.

Darren reached over the table and swiped to the next video on his smartphone. It was an even shorter clip — One cropped and zoomed in on Lisa's face as she was climaxing. It focused on her eyes opening and closing as she breathed and moaned, her attention moving from Darren's thick cock to his hungry, scared eyes.

The mother was in unchartered territory as she watched the blurry footage of her head shaking and her mouth agape from her moans voicing her immense pleasure.

Lisa was becoming more turned on by the footage her son gathered. "Why do you have this video?"

Darren simply replied, "It's my favorite part."

Lisa could clearly see why, but she asked him why anyway. Darren was apprehensive, but Lisa promised him she wouldn't judge.

The son scratched his elbow. "I like seeing how you were thinking about me in that sort of way when you were cumming."

Stunned, and undoubtedly stimulated, Lisa nodded. Her head felt lighter, but the benefit was she was less scared. Studying her son, she could see how humiliated he was. Partly from her mild arousal, and partly wanting to make her son feel less guilty, Lisa joked, "Well, I bet you didn't think you'd see something that good today, did you? Haha."

The lighter tone was appreciated, but he was cautious. "No, I guess not," he forced a chuckle.

He's still nervous as hell. Lisa wanted to help her son, and her hormones wanted her to push the conversation further. She brushed her hair behind her ears and laughed, "I can't believe I had an orgasm in front of my son."

The mom and son laughed together across the table.

Darren chimed, in the same laughing tone, "I can't believe I orgasmed from watching my mom orgasm!"

Lisa chuckled then paused. Wait. She stared intently at Darren. "I didn't see you cum. When did you do that?"

"Oh right— I walked away to do that."

"Really? Why did you do that? After you had the confidence to touch your...uh...self in front of me, I would've thought finishing in front of me would be no problem?"

Finding his comfort in the conversation, Darren turned his palm, "Well, you were almost done and I didn't want to shoot my load all over the glass door, so I ran into the yard and jizzed in the bushes."

"Oh. Hmm. Well, at least that saved me from having a second mess to clean up," the mother quipped.

Darren was puzzled. "What do you mean by there being another mess?"

Fuck, he didn't know about that. There wasn't an easy escape, so Lisa told him the truth. "I, um— I had to clean up the couch a bit after I was done."

"You squirted a little! I know, like, most women don't do that," Darren exclaimed, with interest.

Lisa fed off her son's excitement. "I mean, I don't usually squirt— not in a long time anyway. And, to be honest, it was more than 'a little bit.'"

Darren's sharp, youthful face lit up. Feeling confident, he proudly stated, "To be honest, I had the biggest orgasm of my life."

Almost delighted by her son's newfound confidence and lack of embarrassment, Lisa decided to play along. "Well, I'm glad I could do that for you."

"I'm glad I could help you make a mess on the couch," Darren grinned back.

The direction the conversation had taken at the family table was astonishing. Lisa felt a tingling between her legs.

In a lamenting voice, Darren added, "I just wish I had a better view."

Lisa perked up, almost offended. "A better view? You saw my fingers inside my vagina and then me orgasm!"

Seeing his mom's dumbfounded reaction, Darren hastily rationalized, "I just mean, like, your hand was over it. And I was kind of far away and at a bad angle, so it was a little hard to see. I still appreciate what I saw, though!"

My pussy was wide open. How the hell did you not get the view of a lifetime?! Lisa replayed a scene from the first video. She realized he was right about not getting a clear view. Still, Lisa's maternal desire to not let her child win an argument resulted in her snapping back, "Well, I had to be more exposed and vulnerable than you did during it, so you shouldn't complain."

Happy to get into another debate with his mom, Darren retorted, "That's not true at all. You got to clearly see my entire package and me stroking it, so I was more exposed. I didn't get as lucky of a view as you did."

Lisa couldn't believe a debate with her son was devolving into an argument over who had a better experience while watching the other masturbate. But Lisa was caught up in winning enough and just sexually stimulated enough to engage. "That may be true, but you got a clear view of me ORGASMING on the couch, and you have a video of it! I didn't see what happened to you."

She's complaining about not seeing me jizz! Sitting on the opposite side of the table, the eighteen-year-old was overjoyed. Restraining his excitement, Darren suggestively asked his mom, "Do you want to see me cumming from watching you this morning?"

Tilting her head in confusion, Lisa didn't understand how her son could possibly show her that. Lisa, though, couldn't justify showing any interest in seeing it, so she just dryly doubted, "Please...How would you even do that?"

Darren coolly explained, "That first video I showed you was actually also a clip— A large part of the whole video. I didn't turn the camera on my phone off before ejaculating into the bushes, so it was still recording."