Camera Pt.2

John stepped back down the garden path and into the house. His eyes took a few moments to adjust to the darkness, it being so blisteringly sunny outside. Clutching his camera, he looked out of the kitchen window. Kate was pulling her bathing suit bottoms back on. Her legs were buckling after such an intense orgasm. John laughed at her stumbling around. She searched the ground by the rosebush for her top. John filled a glass with water from the sink and downed it in one go. He watched his mother pick up the top and begin walking up the pathway. Her head darted like a startled animal toward the neighbour’s house, and after a split second she dashed for the house. John watched her crash through the side door with wide open eyes.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Mr. Reed was watching!” gasped Kate, one arm covering both her nipples, the other flying madly.

“Really?” grinned John. “I wouldn’t worry. He’s so old and can hardly see”

“What if he saw? What have you done to me, John!?”

“He’s blind as a bat!” exclaimed John. Kate used her free hand to make a fist, clenching her hair above her head while she peered down the garden.

“Fine,” John continued, “We won’t do any pictures in the garden next time.”

“Next time?” Kate brought her fist down to her mouth, “No John. There’s no next time.” John was flicking through the photographs he’d just captured on the LCD screen.

“John, did you hear me?” she demanded.

“Make me a sandwich, Mom.” He commanded. Kate sighed and turned away, crossing her arms. She was still shaky from her intense orgasm. John stroked his hand down her bare back.

“Stop that!” Kate jumped back. John smiled at her, eyes hovering over her shoulders. She gave a disgruntled huff, pushed past him and ran upstairs. John followed to see her disappear into her room and hear the lock click. John tried the handle but the door was firm.

“Mom, come out. I’m gonna start emailing these out you know” He spoke through the door.

“Fuck you.” Came her response.

John retreated to his own room, noting once again what a good job Kate had done on cleaning it. After firing up his computer he transferred all the new photos to the special ‘Some bitch’ folder, each in their own subfolder. He was building an archive now. He had the original hardcore set of that fateful night, then her getting dirty washing the car, and soaked in her underwear in the bedroom after he attacked her with the soapy water, and finally this new explicit set in the garden. The total number must have been approaching two hundred or so.

As John scanned through the images he was reminded of how horny ordering about his mother had made him. His cock had gotten ridged out in the garden, and thinking about the situation even now made him hot. He opened up a porno message board which he sometimes posted on, to look at some random pictures of hotties. Most were the same, generic porn stars. All fake tits and smiles. Everything shot in those houses with white walls and tile floors. He’d see the occasional set shot in an amateur style with a slightly older woman with real tits, those were the ones he liked. There wasn’t much he took a fancy to today.

Sitting back on his chair, he folded his arms and glanced across posters and shelves on his wall while biting his lip. He sat rocking gently, thinking to himself. There was a slight change in the light where a cloud brushed into front of the sun, cooling the room for just a moment. As it passed and room was again bleached by light, John leant forward hit the ‘New Topic’ button on the message board. Deciding on the car wash pictures of his mother, he began uploading the files. He questioned how ethical this was after telling Kate no one would see these photos, but ‘fuck it’ he thought. No one would recognise her. The status bar zoomed up until they were all uploaded to the forum. He sat thinking of a topic title by which people would recognise the thread. He could not really state it was his blackmailed mother. Finally he settled on ‘Busty unknown Milf washing the car.” I was not the most original title but it was to the point. After double checking all the pictures were on the server he posted his thread. He watched it pop up at the top of the message board, and then leant back in his chair.

He lay on his bed, hands behind his head and staring at the ceiling. He tried to listen for any noises from his mother’s room, but there were none. All that could be heard was the whirling of the computer fan. It gave a strange hypnotic and repetitive noise. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

A couple of hours passed. John was awoken at the sounds of his mother climbing out the shower, the glass in the door rattling. He started stirring, sitting up and rubbing his face. It was now considerably cooler in the house, now some cloud cover had come in to block the sun. During a large yawn John lent an eye to his computer screen and remembered the pictures he’d send out into the world. He sat at his chair and hit refresh to see if anyone had replied to his thread. They had. Scrolling down, he trawled through a few responses, each growing with obscenity;

‘Nice, thanks’

‘Wow, she’s hot. Such a pretty face. Anyone know who she is?’

‘Fantastic body. Love those tits and ass. Any full nudity shoots?’

‘I’d fuck the shit out of that bitch. Please post more.’

‘Holy fuck look at those curves. Hope she does nudity. I love the wet look. Dirty whore.’

John smiled at the fact all these anonymous internet guys liked his mom’s body, even if it was the most mild soft core he could imagine. At best her nipples pushed through the wet material and the soaked clothes showed her curves. He knew they’d love the more exposing stuff. He scratched his leg and stared at the keyboard, pondering. It didn’t take long for him to decide. He posted at the bottom of the thread;

‘Hey guys. I found out this bitch’s name. She’s called Kate Andrews.’

John didn’t even hesitate as he hit the reply button. He had given away his mother’s real name to strangers, strangers who were perverting over her body. He knew these people were groping her body with their eyes, imagining her in filthy and humiliating situations for their own pleasure, and now John had given away her anonymity. Placing his hands behind his head, John felt a huge rush of power through his body. It felt like stepping into the sun from the cold. His skin tingled.

John decided he owned these pictures, and his mother. He genuinely felt like he was the legal owner of her and could use her as he pleased. Without further hesitation he decided to make another thread. He titled it ‘Kate Andrews – Wet in Underwear’, and began uploading the photos he took after chasing her into her room while soaking. Within a few minutes the thread was posted, and John was eagerly awaiting responses. There was the familiar creaking of his mother going downstairs which reminded him he had not eaten today. He would put Kate to use.

Kate was in the kitchen preparing herself a sandwich. She wore those baggy track bottoms and t-shirt again. It all looked a couple of sizes too big but very comfortable and hid her body from unwanted gaze. She noticed John enter but did not acknowledge him. John peered over her shoulder to see what she was making.

“That looks good. Make me one will you?” He spoke. Kate continued spreading butter and cutting. Opening the fridge, John pulled out a bottle of coke and poured it into a glass.

“You want one?” he enquired, trying to show some kind of good will. His mother still acted as though no one else was in the room. John took a big gulp from the glass and gave a hearty sigh.

“I’ll be watching TV. Bring it in.” John made his way to the living room. He put his feet up and flicked through different TV channels. He settled on a monotonous fly-on-the-wall program about airports. After a few minutes Kate entered the room by banging the door open. She threw the plate with sandwich down on his lap with distain and turned to leave.

“Mom,” John voiced, “I really want a cake.”

“Go and buy one then.” Kate had her hand on the door handle ready to retreat to the kitchen.

“No, I want you to make one.” He finished.