My Son’s Mother – Part 2

I spent the weekend wondering how to best take advantage of the recent discovery that my ex-wife was having sex with our 12 year old son. I watched the video I had captured numerous times, unable to keep from masturbating each time. It was undeniably something that should never have happened, but unmistakably exciting to watch.

I tried to rationalize why I just stood by the window and watched Beth molest our son. I knew how wrong it was, but I guess the driving factor was the incredible leverage I was being provided. Thoughts of getting sole custody, eliminating child support payments, and every other pain in the ass thing I had to deal with over the years filled my mind. But, at the end of the day, what I finally decided I wanted more than anything was my ex-wife. I wanted to fuck her one more time.

Make no mistake, she was a huge bitch. Constantly complaining, being hypocritical in every action over the years. But, that was exactly the reason for wanting to have sex with her. To debase her, make her realize that she was still the submissive woman that used to pull her legs back while we had sex. And, I had images of getting away with so much more with the power of the tape documenting her molestations of a 12 year old.

Yet, Beth was a beautiful woman. 39 years old, breast full and firm for breast feeding, with soft blue eyes and blonde hair. She stood just over 5’8” with the pale face of a princess, carrying herself with the pride that comes from beauty. Her body had the natural curves that accentuated beauty, proportioned perfectly between long legs and slender hips about a round ass. It was the only reason I married her.

So, on Monday morning, when I was certain the kids were gone and at school, I got in my car and drove over to her house – my old house. I remembered the nights getting ready for bed, her sitting on the toilet, having me sit on her lap while she had a “bunny poop.” She would innocently let me wipe her, trying to make very moment a tender moment. And, when it was my turn, she would hold my penis between my legs, making sure I didn’t “splish”, as she called it.

Yet, our marriage was doomed to fail. Her beauty brought with it a bossy, her way or the hi-way attitude. I did my best to be patient, but eventually, I would lose my patience and we would yell it out. Until, one night, she grabbed the kids and left to stay with her mom’s. Less than a year later, she had her old boyfriend from High School living with her. Our divorce wasn’t even close to final, and she was inviting a new man into her house.

Annoyed at the history between us, upset about what I saw, but excited about what it meant, I got out of the car and walked to her front door in a conflicted state of mind. I wanted to be upset, but I was truly happy. The tables had officially turned. The bitch was mine.

I knocked on her door, instinctively trying to make it a quiet knock since her 1 year old Megan was asleep more than half of the time when I would stop by. I waited quietly, anxious, excited for the door to open. There was no answer. So, I knocked a bit louder, being forceful, making sure the sound could travel to the basement. As I stared at the door, listening for any sound, I heard the lock turn and the door opened slightly.

Beth stood there in her usual soft, motherly knit dress of all lack. It hugged her body, providing a sexy yet practical look. She had clearly showered in the morning, her hair full of the bounce that comes from a hair drying. Her face was slightly made up, but still letting her natural beauty shine through. As she looked at me with a questioning face, I just stood there, staring, lost in her beauty, wondering what to say. I couldn’t help glance at her large cleavage, breasts held high by her nursing bra. Her brow scowled.

“Peter. What do you want?”

My mind focused, once again realizing why I was at my ex wife’s house.

“Beth. We need to talk. Can I come in?”

Her head pulled back, almost shocked at the request.

“What? Why? Can’t we just talk here? Megan is sleeping.”

It was her way of saying that she didn’t want me inside, alone with her. I had rarely been in the house since the divorce, and she liked it that way.

“Really, I think it’s best if we talk inside.”

Now, Beth was just plain annoyed.

“What do we need to talk about? We can do it here, or it must not be that important.”

I paused, wondering how to let the hammer drop. Beth was closing the door behind her, as if reinforcing that there was no way in hell I was getting inside. I decided I needed to start turning the screws.

“Alright, fine. We can talk here. It’s about Tom.”

Beth’s brows furrowed, trying to think about what she could possibly have to talk with me about Tom. She generally was the one giving the lectures, letting me know how things are, and how they are going to be.

“Well, what about him? He’s fine. What’s there to talk about?”

Beth crossed her arms, challenging me to bring something up that warranted her attention.

“I’m not sure about that, after what I saw Friday night.”

Beth’s body tensed up, shuddering. Her eyes opened, surprised at the remark, wondering to herself what I might mean. Her body language was instantly defensive. Her response was stumbling.

“Where… I mean, what… what was it?”

I could tell she was getting nervous, acting as she did when caught in a lie.

“I think you know what I mean.”

Slowly getting her composure, Beth returned to her defiant tone.

“No, I don’t know what you mean.”

I smiled slightly, letting out a brief chuckle.

“Well, do you want me to get graphic?”

Staring at me with an intensity that I remembered while she sat across from me at our divorce mediation, Beth was not going to even remotely acknowledge that I could pose any threat to her.

“Please. Go ahead.”

Letting out a sigh, I threw it all on the table.

“Well, I watched you molest Tom.”

Beth instinctively laughed, her natural defenses appalled at such an accusation. She did a good job playing it off.

“Jesus Christ, Peter. What the hell has gotten into you? Get the hell out of here. You disgust me.”

Quickly, she turned away from me, opening the door and letting herself back inside. I stared at her ass, trying to imagine what it looked like. I couldn’t help myself. As the door was about to shut, I put down my trump card.

“Would you like to watch the video?”

Instantly, Beth froze. She could dismiss my accusations, but she couldn’t ignore what me having a video might mean. That words could be thrown out to be hollow accusations of a jealous ex-husband, but a video… That couldn’t be ignored. She turned to look at me, eyes now concerned.

“What video?”

I grabbed my phone, searching for the recording on it. Pulling it up on the screen, I held it out to her. She looked at the image, slowly walking towards it. Cautiously, she took it.

Pressing play, her eyes widened. She could see inside her basement, watching as she masturbated her son on the couch. Instantly she threw the phone onto the ground, smashing it well beyond repair. She started yelling at me, her instinctive response for everything.

“What the fuck! You son of a bitch recorded that?”

She was smashing the phone with her foot, trying to crush any evidence. I just smiled inside, knowing that I had already downloaded it at home Her yelling continued.

“God damn you, you son of a bitch. There’s your fucking video, asshole.”

I let her calm herself down, until she just started crying, realizing that there was nothing she could do. Beth slowly stumbled into the house, dazed, not sure what to say. Falling on the stairs, she put her head in her hands, weeping in her embarrassment.

With the door open, I walked in and shut it. Beth paid no attention to me, crying into her hands.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. Please. It’s just that Steve… Oh….”

Somehow, she was blaming her molestations on her husband. Who knows what the issues were. Perhaps he was never around. Perhaps he was cheating on her. I didn’t care. I almost felt bad for her, watching her break down at the base of the stairs. Slowing down her cries, but not looking at me, Beth sighed heavily.

“I suppose you made copies.”

Her mind was getting itself back in order.

“Yes, I have a couple.”

Eyes red, resigned to the fact she was at my mercy, she looked up at me.

“So, what are you going to do. Are you going to the courts?”

Beth knew the potential of me revealing the tape. But, that would take the power away from me and put it in their hands. I wasn’t going to let that happen.

“No. I won’t.”

Beth’s eyes lit up, astonished at my statement.

“Really? Oh, Peter. I swear, it won’t… I’ll never…”

She was desperate in her attempts to make me realize it would never happen again.

“Beth, I know. But, I just want one thing.”

Still looking at me with her wide doe eyes, she looked desperate.

“Anything. Please, I mean it. I’m so sorry…”

I looked at her, more attractive than ever in her desperation. I was more ready than ever to make my move.

“I’d like to, well… To enjoy you, one more time..”

Beth froze. Her eyes stopped in their socket, looking at me. Her breath was trapped in her lungs. She knew exactly what I was asking. Beth was no longer showing any emotion. Rather, she almost looked resigned to anything that might happen. Releasing her breath, sighing deeply, with her eyes now closed, she slouched.

Beth was saying nothing. We had made love hundreds of times in our life, but having turned her love of me into disgust, it was not something on the top 10 list of activities she wanted to participate in. She knew it was better than going to jail, but her natural disgust couldn’t be controlled.

Softly, Beth looked at me. “Peter, please. I’m married.”

I wasn’t going to be swayed. It was just her natural answer. She already knew that it didn’t matter if she was married. Hell, she was technically having sex with her husband while we were married.

“Beth, just this once.”

I stared at her chest, heaving up and down, imagining nipples that lay beneath. I could sense I was just moments away. Beth sensed it also, standing up, slowly realizing that she was trapped. Without saying a word, looking at me with a slight pause, a blank look on her face, she stood up.

“Fine.