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I watched curiously as she continued to
stroke him, their mouths locked together in an intimate kiss. He
seemed to be enjoying it as much as she had enjoyed his hand on
her. And they were kissing and smiling.

This was different than what I thought sex
would be. I had thought it would be a serious thing, something you
put up with because you wanted a baby. But here were Mom and Shane
having fun doing it, being playful with each other like they were
other times, like when they played in the pool, and he tried to
dunk her, and she was giggling and splashing him in the face. My
curiosity increased as I realized there was more to this sex thing
than I’d thought.

I was starting to get used to my mom’s hand
on Shane’s stiff penis, when she shifted her body down and kissed
it, then took it into her mouth.

My jaw dropped again, my brain refusing to
believe my eyes. That was disgusting! Licking him where he peed
from? Yuck!

But as I watched, her head began to move, so
that his penis slid in and out of her, and she got a look on her
face like she was enjoying it. As a matter of fact, her face looked
a lot like the times when she would get out my baby pictures and
stare at them, smiling and getting all teary eyed before she took
me in her arms and hugged me.

My mind was reeling. My mother was licking
Shane where he peed, and she was enjoying it!

And so was he. Very much. He was lying back
on the pillow with his eyes closed and a look of contentment on his
face, making pleasant sighing sounds as his body twitched.

But even though I could see how much my mom
enjoyed doing this, I knew I never could. I tried to imagine myself
leaning over and taking Mark’s penis into my mouth, and I giggled
from the thought. Nope, not going to happen.

Ever.

And I lived up to that promise, until I was
sixteen and in the backseat of Joey Fatone’s Camaro parked out by
the reservoir. It was then I finally understood my Mom’s blissful
expression from the video.

I gave Joey a lot more than a blowjob that
summer, and as I lay in his back seat crying out my pleasure from
the exquisite feeling of having my first orgasm with my pussy
stuffed full of cock, I knew how my mother felt later in the video,
when she did the same as Shane fucked her.

Watching that video changed how I looked at
Shane from then on. He was still the same nice guy, but he was also
a man, with desires and needs. And I had witnessed how his desire
for my mother was intertwined with his love for her. And I finally
understood what sex was about.

When Mom died, we were both inconsolable with
grief. I was fourteen, which is a rough age anyway for a teenage
girl. I shut down and stayed in my room, and Shane, grieving also,
allowed me the space I needed. We were separate during that time,
but it was a separation with understanding, and we both knew we
would find each other again.

It was to his credit that he stuck around. He
could have left me to be raised by one of my aunts, but he fought
to keep me, and I was happy he did. On the day he was legally
granted guardianship, we went out to dinner to celebrate.

It was at the end of our grieving period when
I had my revelation. It occurred to me that I was my mother’s
daughter, and I was created to eventually take her place in this
world. That eventuality had come sooner than anyone expected, but
it was still my role to play.

I had to take my mother’s place, and that
included the role she served with Shane. I didn’t consider sex part
of the deal, at least at first. I just wanted to be there for him,
making his meals, cleaning his house, doing his laundry, being
there when he needed to talk. All those things my mom used to do
for him.

And I did. I moved into her role and became
the woman of the house. When Shane came home from work, it would be
me he would talk to, telling me about his day. When he finished
building a birdhouse, it was me he proudly brought outside and
showed it off to. It was me he held and cried with when his sadness
about mom overwhelmed him.

It was during these times when thoughts about
sex would come. I was being everything else to him, why couldn’t I
be that too? When he held me in his arms and cried, I wanted so
badly for him to pick me up and carry me to his bed, and allow me
to take away his pain. Allow me to perform that one last role that
I hadn’t done yet.

But I knew it couldn’t happen. I was enough
of a realist to understand the rules of society. We would never be
allowed to be together. And worse, I was afraid how he would look
at me if I ever asked. He would hate me for even suggesting such a
perversion. We could never make love. Never.

So, my mind gave up on that obsession, but I
still had needs, and I turned to Joey. His offer to ‘come and see
him’ stuck with me all those years, and I did just that. He was
more than willing to take my virginity, and teach me the pleasures
of my body.

Shane wasn’t happy about Joey, but he
recognized that I was mature for my age. He talked to me about
birth control, and impressed upon me how important it was.

I never loved Joey, and didn’t expect him to
be exclusive to me, which he wasn’t. But he served a purpose for me
when I needed it. Which was sex.

And not just sex, but sex as a replacement
for sex with Shane. I would cook Shane’s dinner, welcome him home,
listen to his problems, feed him, and then tell him about my day.
Everything a wife would do. But in a normal marriage, the couple
would then go upstairs and make love, the physical pleasure they
shared sealing the bond between them.

But instead of being carried upstairs by
Shane, I went out with Joey and fucked him. When Joey came in the
back of my throat, I imagined myself in Shane’s bed, taking his
seed into my mouth. When Joey pressed his big cock into my pussy, I
held my legs wide, opening myself to Shane’s invasion.

When Joey went off to college, I dated
various guys, looking for his replacement. Someone who would give
me sex when I wanted it, and not demand anything more. I thought it
would be easy, but despite guys’ claims about wanting women just
for sex, when it came down to it, their pride couldn’t accept the
fact that their cock was all I wanted from them.

Looking back, I know it was fucked up. And I
wondered to myself, how was this any better than actually sleeping
with Shane? At least then I wouldn’t be out fucking strange
guys.

So by the time I went off to college, I was
ready to give up on my obsession. It could never happen, so why
torment myself?

My mind returned to the present, and I looked
around Shane’s office, all the memories flooding back. When I was
done watching the Hawaii video back when I was thirteen, I had
replaced it back in its cubby hole with trembling fingers. When I
went back the next time I was alone in the house, it was gone. And
I never saw it again.

I wondered what he did with it. It’s not
something you want to leave lying out, but it was also a beautiful
memory of Mom, and I doubted that he destroyed it. It was probably
in his wall safe, which was hidden behind a portrait of my mom. I
went to it and swung the frame out on its hinges, and spun the lock
of the safe. I never knew the combination, but I gave it a few
tries. Nothing. I wasn’t getting in it. Oh well.

A thought occurred to me, and I looked at his
computer. Was it possible he kept a copy on there? A version he
could watch without having to open his safe every time? Maybe.

I sat in his chair and touched the mouse. The
logon screen appeared, showing his user name and asking for a
password. I sat staring at it, considering the possibilities.

Leaning forward, I typed in my mom’s name and
hit enter. Invalid password.

Next was his name, then his middle name, my
mom’s middle name, his pet name for her, the name of the dog he
used to have when he was younger, our phone number, our address,
his company’s name, his favorite hockey team, his favorite hockey
player, his birthday, my mom’s birthday, and in desperation, 1234
(which was my password). All invalid.

This was useless. There were too many
possibilities. I could be close and off by one letter, and I would
never know. I sighed in frustration. Oh well, I didn’t need to see
it again anyway.

I was getting up when an idea occurred to me.
Sitting back down, I typed in e-r-i-c-a and hit return. I was
stunned when his desktop appeared on the screen.

“Cool,” I whispered, proud that he would use
my name.

I brought up his file system and began
looking through it. Searching the obvious places, I couldn’t find
any videos. There was a directory off of his main Pictures
directory named ‘Adult’. Intrigued, I opened it.

I grinned as I saw about a hundred images of
nude women he had obviously gotten off the internet. Naughty Shane.
He had good taste, and all of them were pretty and young, most with
blonde hair. I wondered if he sat in here with the door locked and
looked at them with his pants down. Did he stroke himself to
completion as he stared at these beautiful young girls? Such a
waste. I felt a pang of envy in my stomach, and decided to move
on.

I went through his hard drive, looking for
any videos at all. I got excited when I found a few clustered
together in an obscure directory, but they turned out to be
instruction videos for building birdhouses. I did a search through
the whole drive, searching for files with all video extensions.
This took a while to run, and as I waited I opened and closed
drawers, more bored than curious.

The search was close to completion when I
opened a drawer, peeked inside, and began to close it. I stopped,
peering in at the small black device inside. It was rectangular,
about four inches long and two wide, and about a half inch thick.
There was a wire with a USB connection coming out of it.

I was pretty sure I knew what it was, but I
plugged it in to be certain. A second later, a message popped up
informing me a new remote drive had been found. My heart beat
faster.

I opened it and began searching. My heart
fell when I saw it was all business data. All kinds of spreadsheets
and reports from his company. Damn. Another waste of time.

Then I saw a directory named ‘Home’, and
clicked on it. Underneath that, there were two subdirectories,
‘Bed’ and ‘Pool’. I clicked on ‘Bed’. The subdirectories under that
were named with dates, and I opened the earliest one from several
months ago. It had two files in it with an ‘mpg’ extension. My
heart picked up again. They were video files.

I opened the first, and the viewer appeared,
followed seconds later by the image. To my surprise, it was an
image of a bed, but it wasn’t the bed from the Hawaii hotel room.
This was Shane’s bed upstairs. And there were two people in it.

One was Shane – I recognized him instantly –
but the other was a woman I never saw before. The image quality was
excellent, and the angle was from the foot of the bed and slightly
above it. The woman was blonde and looked to be close to Shane’s
age. Very pretty.

Shane and the woman were kissing, and were
both naked as they lay on the coverlet. My eyes soaked in the image
of him – the object of my lust for so long. This video was nine
years after the Hawaii one, but his body still looked just as
good.

I clicked to a spot forward in the recording,
and saw Shane and the woman in the sixty-nine position, her on top
as she bobbed her head on his cock, half of it disappearing into
her mouth with each downstroke. It was as big and long as I
remembered it.

I clicked again. Now she was riding him,
straddling his waist and bouncing her ass, taking him up into her
clenching pussy and then out again. I felt a surge of wetness in my
cunt as my eyes fixed on the screen.

Click. He was fucking her, lying between her
legs with his ass to the camera, as her calves rested on his
thighs. He was moving with an easy rhythm, sliding his cock into
her and then back out, over and over. I watched her pussy pucker
inward as it swallowed all of his length, then pooch out as he
withdrew. My wetness was soaking my panties.

Next, he was fucking her from behind,
slamming his hips against her upturned ass as her head rested on
the pillow. She was gripping the sheets and thrusting back against
him. I turned up the volume and could hear them – the slapping of
skin as they met, and their moans and groans of pleasure.

Suddenly, his back arched and his body locked
against hers, his head thrown back in ecstasy. He roared loudly as
his orgasm blasted through him. He must have set her off, because
she went over the edge, spasming and jerking around his spitting
cock.

I closed the file and opened the other one.
It took me a moment, but I finally realized I was watching the same
encounter, but viewed from the side. I watched it several minutes
before moving on.

I went to the next date and viewed the two
files there. It was Shane and the same woman, doing pretty much the
same stuff. Except this time she rode him until he was close and
then took him into her mouth, finishing him that way. He rolled
over and licked her with his head between her legs until her body
spasmed and she cried out in pleasure.

Another date, and there they were again. Then
again. But the next date he was with a different woman. A tall
brunette this time. She was louder than the first, and came
multiple times while they fucked, screaming so loud the neighbors
had to have heard. To finish the night, she got on her hands and
knees and presented her ass to him. As he fucked her this way, she
kept moaning about him filling her asshole. Curious, I checked the
side view, and sure enough, Shane’s dick was in her ass.

There were a few more dates with her going
forward in time, and then there was a one with another woman. She
was short and slightly overweight, and she laid there as Shane
fucked her missionary style. He came, but I don’t think she did,
and they laid together and talked before she got dressed and
left.