14 comments/ 112060 views/ 32 favorites Betrayal of Privacy By: urban_legend555 Note: All characters depicted in this work are 18 years of age or older. His parents were both at work and Charlie was skipping class at Moorby College to avoid a chemistry test. He was bored with daytime TV and was snooping in his parents' bedroom looking for the Penthouse magazine his dad got each month. There were no skin books to read in the bedside table but Charlie looked at the box of Trojans and there were two more condoms gone from when he'd counted them only a few days before. Her tampons were there too, untouched for the past two weeks. He checked in their ensuite bathroom for the magazines but there was just the time-worn copy of the Decameron of Boccacio that was always there. He took a moment to look in the laundry hamper and was rewarded with a pair of his mother's freshly discarded underwear. For several minutes he toyed with them pressing them to his face and inhaling her musky scent before stuffing them in his pocket for later. "She's hot" he grinned to himself. Half his baseball team would give their right nut to snag a pair of her panties. Charlie had never been popular but once his new team mates got a look at his mom in her shorts and halter top he was welcomed into their little clique. Billy Norris, who used to delight in punching the shit out of him, now regularly dropped by to play video games or just hang out and drink soda. It wasn't lost on Charlie that his mother was the main attraction for Norris. It didn't seem to matter that his friends couldn't keep their eyes off her or even that they talked about her in the crudest sexual terms. Charlie was part of the popular group for the first time and that's what mattered. His own hormones responded in kind and his mother's soft feminine curves and gorgeous legs became the catalyst for the common interest of his new friends. The fact that she never seemed to notice their lascivious looks or their awkward attempts to look down her blouse or up her skirt gave them license to carry on, often smirking behind her back or making lewd remarks when they thought she was out of earshot. The boys thought they'd "discovered" her not realizing the she'd been a wet dream for guys since her own junior high days. She'd learned very young not to be offended by boys being boys. Fortunately she'd married a man who enjoyed other men coveting his wife. For her part she enjoyed being admired and wasn't above flirting a little while still remaining faithful to her marriage vows. The shelf in the closet was the only place left for Charlie to look. He moved the shoe boxes, binoculars, and another box with his Dad's new camera. But, there wasn't much else. The camera screen lit up as soon as he pressed the on switch and he played with the zoom focusing on the bedroom lamp clicking off a couple of random shots. Immediately, he erased them so his Dad wouldn't know he'd been messing with his precious toy. He went to the window and took a few of the backyard using the zoom to see how close he could get to various objects. He played for a few minutes before he got bored with it and started to dump each frame he'd taken. One after the other he pressed the trash icon and then hit yes when the message asked if he was sure. He sped through the frames surprised at how many pictures he'd taken and deleting them until an image he hadn't taken popped onto the little screen. It was his mom smiling coyly at the camera. She was naked and making no effort to hide her killer bod. She had her arms folded behind her head posing like the Penthouse women showing off her perky boobs. Her dusky nipples stood up stiff and pink against the creamy skin. Charlie hit the back arrow and another shot filled the screen. His mother was sitting on the edge of the bed, one leg tucked under her and her manicure scissors poised to trim the dark bush between her legs. She was smiling into the lens, quite pleased to be modeling her charms. The next shot had her kneeling on the bed looking back over her shoulder. Her gorgeous behind was raised showing off her most intimate parts. There were several like that each looking into the camera and leaving no doubt that she knew how much the camera could see. Charlie gathered up the camera, the various chords and the software CD and hurried back to his own room. It took only a few moments to download the compact flash card. The icon appeared almost as soon as he plugged the camera in and he copied the camera's entire memory. It was when he checked the file to make sure it was ok that he noticed there were both j-pegs and video files saved. Carefully, he repacked the equipment and put it back in his parents' closet exactly as he had found it, then raced back to his own room to watch the first of the video recordings. As the clip began, he realized they must have had the camera on a tripod or propped on the low dresser. Charlie could hear his Dad's voice telling his mom to come out of the ensuite bathroom. When she did the light behind her shone through her thin summer nightie and her long legs were captured in silhouette. She walked in smiling uncertainly, looking a little unsure of what she was supposed to do. She sat on the edge of the bed playing with the ends of her shiny black hair. Charlie's dad was cajoling her to slip the nightie off and she was protesting mildly and nervously laughing. You knew she was going to do it but her little resistance made it seem that much more exciting. Her reticence showed in the way she was slowly moving, easing one arm out at a time and then inching the one-piece garment up over her legs. You could see only the hint of her pubic hair as she sat with her knees pressed together raising the lacy material up above her breasts and over her head. Her nipples were a dusky pink and the centres stood up stiff under the camera's scrutiny. "Lie back" his father urged and she leaned away propped on her elbows. "You look horny as hell," he complimented and she smiled. "Open your legs a bit. Show your moneymaker." Charlie smirked at the obvious reference and watched intently as his mother eased her legs apart. "More." His dad instructed and she protested mildly before doing as he asked. The camera zoomed in focusing between her legs and the dark bush that covered her mons. "I can't see anything but pussy hair," his dad complained. "You need to shave it off." "Nooo," she mewled, letting her fingers comb through. "I don't want to shave it all off. I'd be too embarrassed when I have to undress for the doctor." His Dad chortled at that. "I love picturing you lying back with your feet in the stirrups showing your pussy. Don't tell me the doctor doesn't get a hard-on while he has you set up like that." "He's very professional," she defended. "It's nice work. Finger-fucking women and getting paid for it." She laughed then and lay back on the bed spreading her legs. "Does it make you jealous?" she teased. "Having another man see me like this?" "It makes me horny," he chuckled. "Nothing gets me off quicker than imagining you showing your pretty little cunt to other men." "Hmmm," she mused. "And, in your nasty dreams are these "other men" doing things to me?" Charlie's Dad moved up on the bed beside her then, winding his fingers in her hair and moving her head between his legs. "They've heard what a great cock sucker you are, and they want to start with your lovely mouth." "And just where would they hear that?" she feigned shock. "From me," he admitted. "I've let them all know what a secret whore you are and now they want to fuck you until you're bowlegged." "I don't want to shave it all off and have the awful itching when it grows back." "Well trim it short then. Leave a little cunt hair and the doctor will think you trimmed it for your bathing suit." The camera faded and the next scene showed her sitting naked on the edge of the bathtub snipping at her bush with a pair of cosmetic scissors. Putting them aside, she picked up the clippers and was tugging gently at the mass of curls. The razor was next. She left only a small patch above her pubic bone and skimmed everything off below. Smiling at the camera she spread he legs wide to show the slightly protruding clit between her smooth stubble free lips. A wolf whistle from behind the camera confirmed Charlie's Dad was witnessing the deforestation and approved. The next day Charles was in his room clicking through the photos for the third time when the familiar bleep on his computer announced he had email. It was Bobby Calvert, his best buddy, wanting to know where he was. Bobby and Charlie had been buddies since the first grade and they spent a lot of their free time together studying or just hanging out. '"What are you up to?" Bobby wrote. "Lookin' at pussy," Charles responded. "You're gonna go blind if you keep jerking off," Bobby laughed. "Those chicks aren't real with their implants and shit." Charlie took the crop tool and bracketed the photo on the screen so the face was outside the image area. He looked at the image of his mother's naked body and could feel the heat of excitement creep into his belly. He clicked on 'insert' and attached the file. In seconds the image arrived on Bobby's screen. "Wow!" was the almost instant reply. "No implants there!" Charlie wrote back. "Does your mom know you've seen that?" Bobby typed. In a panic, Charlie went into denial. "It's not my mom," he lied. "It's just some older chick from the net." "Bullshit," Bobby countered. "It's your mom. I can tell by the ring." In dismay Charlie looked at the picture. The unusual topaz his mother wore as her birthstone was unmistakable. "Erase it," he demanded. "I only let you see for a second now dump it and delete it from the trash too." For a long moment there was no reply. Charlie was getting agitated and sent another message. "Get rid of that picture. I can't let you keep it. My parents would have a hemorrhage if they knew." Nothing again and Charlie went to the phone. After more than a dozen rings Bobby picked up. "C'mon shithead," Charlie whined. "You got to dump that picture. I just showed you because we're friends." "Ìf you let me see all of it, her face too I mean. I'll trash it. " "Shit man! I can't do that." "Then I'm keeping it," Bobby replied and hung up. Charlie gathered the camera and chords and put them carefully back in the closet. He was pissed at Bobby and pissed at himself for not thinking about the ring. Settling back in front of his computer he wrote: "Bobby. Please get rid of that picture. I could be in deep shit." The reply was instant as if he'd been sitting waiting for him. "Send me the whole thing, face and all and I promise I'll delete it." Charlie had no choice. Reluctantly he attached the picture with his mom smiling sexily at the camera. He typed "Remember, You promised to delete it." And then he hit send. A few minutes passed and he enquired "Did you delete it?" "Yes," came the instant reply. "Both of them?" he pressed. "I only promised to delete the first one and I did." Charlie was in full panic mode. The naked image of his mother smiled from his computer screen flustering his thoughts and putting greater urgency on getting the photo away from Bobbie. "If you delete it, I'll let you come over and see the rest," he offered reluctantly. "How many are there?" "A lot." "What do they show?" "Everything." "Is she doing anything in them?" "Everything." "Send me one more so I know you're not shitting me." "I'm not sending any more! C'mon over and see." Half an hour later they were in front of Charlie's PC watching the photos flick across the screen for the second time. Charlie's Mom had arrived home and was starting supper unaware that she was the star of the little porn show up in her son's bedroom. "Charlie," she called. "Would you bring the groceries in from my car for me?" "C'mon," Charlie grumbled to his friend. "You can help." "Naw. I'll just wait here," Bobby replied. "Charlie! Are you coming? I need those bags in here." Frustrated by his friend's refusal, Charlie hurried down the stairs and out to the car. Before he reached the front door Bobby had attached the entire file and emailed it all to his home computer. He was about to delete it from the sent file but decided to leave it. Charlie would find it there and realize he now had all of the pictures. He didn't wait for his friend to finish his chore but wandered down to the kitchen and chatted with Charlie's mom while she scurried about making dinner. She was a fox and Bobby enjoyed looking at the way she moved and remembering how she looked without her clothes. She caught him staring at one point and her face colored knowing the dirty thoughts eighteen-year old boys were capable of conjuring. But Bobby's gaze didn't waiver even when she tried to stare him down. Charlie didn't want him to leave just yet but as soon as his pal finished with the groceries he bid his goodbyes and hurried home. By the time Bobby arrived home the phone was ringing off the hook. His own mother was complaining that Charlie had called three times looking for him until she finally got cross. Now the call display showed it was Charlie again. "You shithead!" Charlie hissed as soon as Bobby said hello. "You stole those fuckin' pictures." Bobby didn't answer and the awkward pause that followed seemed endless. He could hear Charlie's rage but more than that he could feel his anxiety. "You fuckin' promised," Charlie whined, impotent in his anger and frustrated with no sure-fire way to get the pictures back. He no longer trusted Bobby to keep his word. Even if he said he'd delete them Charlie knew there was a dozen ways he could still have saved them. Another long silence followed without Bobby offering him any hope. Finally, Bobby said "I got to go," and hung up leaving Charlie in near panic mode. For the next few days he looked at the pictures every chance he got. The video was especially hot because he could hear Charlie's dad telling her what to do and Mrs. Benson's voice when she responded. He got so he knew every word and would add his own comments as if he had been there in the room with them. The highlight was the blow job. He'd seen lots of porn but this was so much better when he knew the people. She choked a little when Mr. Benson blew but she managed to hang in there and swallow when he told her to. She smiled shyly at the camera, proud of her skills and pleased with herself that she'd made her husband ejaculate. Her tongue flicked over her lips self consciously catching the few stray drops of cum that had escaped her mouth just as Bobby exploded into his hand. Charlie lived in constant worry. He had thought he could trust Bobby but now he realized that being able to look at his mom's pussy was worth more than friendship to Bobby. With dread he realized that there was absolutely no way he could control his former friend or keep him from sharing the pictures. At practice they stayed away from one another. But every time Charlie saw Bobby talking and laughing with the other guys the paranoia took over. And then he knew for sure. It wasn't one of the guys that let it slip out; it was Melanie, Bobby's smart mouth girlfriend. She had a quirky little look on her face and Charlie wondered "What? Is there something on my shirt? My fly undone?" He didn't like Melanie and she knew it. It started because she took up so much of Bobby's time and Charlie resented it. Melanie thought Charlie was too nerdy for words and missed no opportunity to tease him about not having a girl of his own. Now she stood in front of him and chose her words very carefully. "Your mom must be embarrassed about the dirty pictures huh?" Charlie's face first paled and then turned beet red as he stammered out an inane answer "what pictures?" Melanie snickered and said "The ones you sent to Bobby." "I didn't send them!" Charlie snapped. His eyes showed his panic and he wanted to shut her up. "Does she know you stole them yet?" she continued. "I didn't steal them," he pleaded desperately. "... Bobby..." "Got them in an email from you," she finished for him. "Noooo! He sent them to himself from my computer." "Try to sell that story to your mom when she finds out," she snickered derisively. Charlie was speechless with rage and frustration. He stood there glaring into Melanie's delighted face realizing that he was going to wear it no matter how the story was told. It suddenly became important to know how Melanie had seen the pictures in the first place. She must have been snooping on Bobby's computer and opened the file by chance. "Bobby sent them to me," she volunteered, answering the question before Charlie even asked it. The information didn't sit well with Charlie. What started as the unidentified sharing of one cropped photo between friends was now growing into something far different. "You better delete them or you're in big trouble," he snarled, trying to put on a threatening face. "I bet she'd love to get them back," Melanie mused breaking into the chaos of Charlie's thoughts. "I bet she'd do a lot to have them just disappear." "They're just private pin up pictures," Charlie defended. Melanie chuckled, maliciously enjoying his discomfort. "That's a good story Charles. You stick to it. I'm sure she'll understand." "She can't find out," Charlie hissed, recognizing he was at the mercy of Bobby and Melanie. Whatever it took to put this right was what he would have to do. "I'm going to tell her," Melanie announced looking straight into Charlie's eyes. "She needs to know that they're out there." "How could that possibly be good? How would that help her? " "I wasn't thinking of helping her," Melanie giggled. "I was thinking of her helping me." Charlie felt sick. "Bobby wants a pair of her underwear," the girl continued. "Something real sexy. I'm sure a whore like her has lots of naughty underwear. Get him a pair that she wears and bring them to the ballpark tonight." Charlie wanted to refuse but she was already walking away. "She's not a whore," he muttered dejectedly. His Mom was in the kitchen making dinner when he got home. Charlie took the opportunity to hurry upstairs to look for a pair of her panties. He slipped into her room and rummaged in her lingerie drawer trying to find a pair that would fit Melanie's demand for sexy. There were only two pairs left and neither would do. He wandered into their ensuite and peeked into the laundry hamper. There on top was the pair she had stripped off in the video. They were pink and feminine with a very narrow t-back and a wedge of fabric that scarcely covered her mound. He pressed them to his face and sniffed the heady female scent before stuffing them into his pocket and retreating to his own room. The led light on his cell phone was flashing a message and he pulled it up. There was no message, just the URL of a website called "Slutty Moms and Suburban MILFS." Following the link he was soon looking at the original cropped photo of his mom now gracing the internet. He scarcely clicked out of the site when his email pinged again. It was Melanie and she was enjoying her li¬¬ttle joke. ''Check the camera she demanded. "See if there is anything new." "There isn't," Charlie assured. "Check it every day", she came back. "If you send me any new pictures of her I won't get bored and post the rest of these shots." Charlie stabbed the power button with his finger as if turning off the computer would erase the problem. Almost immediately his cell phone vibrated and he read the text message from the ubiquitous Melanie. "Don't forget the panties." Betrayal of Privacy Ch. 02 Note: All characters depicted in this work are 18 years of age or older. * Mrs. Benson swooned back against the restraining hands. Her head felt disengaged from her body, her mind disconnected from the reality that gripped her. They helped her to her feet touching, teasing, taking liberties that no one but her husband had ever taken before. She was aware that she was naked, in their control, unable to resist, her mental faculties confounded in a foggy lethargy. Hypersensitive to every touch, Julie Benson was overwhelmed by sensory stimuli. Her hips pulsed with their own response moving her belly in and out seeking the release that Melanie kept tantalizingly close. No place on her body was too private, too personal, too forbidden for them to command. Charlie watched from a distance, afraid to get too close. Even in her condition he was afraid she'd recognize him. He could see her feeble attempts at resisting as if she knew it was wrong but couldn't coordinate her faculties. Melanie, the bitch, was right there encouraging her, adding to her confusion, making sure she humiliated herself for the cell phone cameras that were everywhere. Charlie had wanted to intervene before it got this far but it was Melanie who pointed out his culpability. He had started everything with the pictures and now it was out of hand. He knew they were going to fuck the shit out of her and there was nothing he could do but hope they'd leave before the stuff Billy put in the Gatorade wore off. Whatever it was she was a basket case squealing and moaning like a depraved slut. Melanie was enjoying herself. She couldn't stand Charlie and turning his mother into a whore for the night appealed to her. If it had been up to her she would have tweeted everybody she knew to join the party. But Bobby had said no, just a few for tonight. He still felt some allegiance to Charlie and wanted to go slowly. Melanie had no such loyalty or feelings of restraint. Her thoughts were full of ideas to debase the respectable married woman and she knew that time would come. She thrilled to the control she held over her. She envied the woman her figure and coveted the attention she always garnered from the boys half her age. Billy was talking to Charlie's mom finger fucking her while others held her up in the middle of her living room. "You like that Mrs. Benson? You're cunt is so fucking wet." He removed his shiny fingers and pressed them into her mouth. "Taste it bitch. That's your pussy. You like that?" he chuckled as she turned her head away in bewildered disgust. He turned her face back and wiped his wet fingers on her upper lip and cheek. "Smell that? That's cunt. Say cunt for me Mrs. Benson." He dipped his fingers between her legs once more and held them under her nose. Melanie was right there sweet talking her, telling her not to be shy, to suck his fingers clean like she did his cock. She took advantage of Mrs. Benson's addled thoughts to make it seem like the woman was inviting their advances. You could see her confusion when Melanie would ask her where her clothes were and why she was undressed. Julie Benson clearly knew she shouldn't be naked but still couldn't align her thoughts to reason why. "The boys can see you," Melanie teased. "You're showing them everything." She tweaked the woman's nipples and tugged at the tuft of pubic hair to emphasize her vulnerability. "Mr. Benson wouldn't like that would he? His prissy wife cock teasing these boys? Shame on you Mrs. Benson. You're acting like such a whore." Taking control again, Melanie told the others "Lay her down on her bed and her make her cum for the camera." Charlie's mother fell back onto the comforter on the familiar bed that she shared with her husband. Her instincts told her to close her legs but there were hands holding her thighs open and Melanie right there to deepen her shame. "You're so slutty," the girl teased while her fingers separated the woman's fleshy labia. She knew just how to tease Mrs. Benson's clitoris from where it nestled in its protective folds. Melanie's finger stroked just below it nudging the underside until the smooth little nubbin was fully exposed. A whimper of need escaped Julie and her hips lifted toward the finger tantalizing her. "Ohhh ... doesn't that feel good slutty momma? You want Charlie to see his momma cum" she taunted as the woman's belly jerked spasmodically every time the girl touched her clit. "C'mon fuck you silly bitch," Melanie crooned. She captured Mrs. Benson's engorged clit between her thumb and forefinger gently pulsing the tiny pink organ until Julie was mewling uncontrollably. "C'mon Charlie. Come and see what a whore your momma is." Julie's hips lurched forward against the restraining hands and a loud squeal followed by a staccato of anguished panting gasps escaped as her body was overtaken by a powerful orgasm. Melanie crooned cruelly "Oh momma, Charlie's watching. Fuck my fingers and show your son what a dirty pig you are." The onlookers were mesmerized by the abandon with which Mrs. Benson came. All tatters of her modesty were gone in the frantic pulsing of her hips and the primal need that enveloped her. In the afterglow her clitoris throbbed with sensitivity and, as much as she pleaded with Melanie to stop, the girl kept teasing the tortured nub as the woman writhed on the bed. At last Melanie stepped back, content that there would be other times to play even more ruthlessly with the woman's emotions. There was no opportunity to rest. As soon as Melanie moved aside a line quickly formed. The first took her deep in a single stroke causing her to groan as his flesh grazed her hyper sensitive clit. Strong fingers gripped the toned cheeks of her bottom pulling her into the driving thrusts. It was less than a minute before a loud grunt signaled his finish and Julie's cervix was splashed with teenaged sperm. The second and third were almost as quick and the copious ejaculations filled her to over flowing. Melanie reappeared. She'd been rummaging in the woman's bedside table and found a half empty box of condoms there. "You're not on the pill are you Mrs. Benson?" she snickered. It struck her funny that the woman was taking such precautions with Charlie's father but had no such protection now. The little notebook in the drawer with its meticulous entries showed Charlie's mother was very likely in her most fertile phase. It amused the girl that the Bensons could have a permanent souvenir in nine months time. She gathered the leaking cum from Julie Benson's nether lips and brought it to the woman's mouth. Again and again she harvested the abundant cum and fed it to the bewildered woman while a dozen cell phones recorded her. "A little sibling for Charlie would be interesting," the girl thought. "Particularly if it wasn't white." Melanie suddenly had an inspiration. Charlie at once became the centre of her diabolical plan. They pushed and cajoled him from his refuge at the back of the pack and half dragged him up to the bed. He struggled trying to resist but the crowd would have none of it. Several hands pulled at his clothes and their insistence grew when they found he was hard from watching Melanie's wicked ways with his mother. His jeans hit the floor and he was pushed on top of his dazed parent. His rampant cock pressed against the warm flesh of her belly while Melanie pushed on the back of his head urging him to kiss his dazed mother. There was no escape and Charlie's lips pressed the clinging wetness of her open mouth. His mother's tongue wriggled against his own responding to the insatiable need that had taken over her body. Her pretty legs wrapped around Charlie's butt and she raised her hips to welcome him. It was too much for Charlie and he erupted with a groan prematurely spilling his seed on her belly. Julie Benson continued to hump against her son smearing his ejaculate between them while Melanie gleefully trumpeted Charlie's untimely climax. Embarrassed, He tried to get off of her but she clung to him frenetically humping against his leg. In the morning Mrs. Benson remembered little. She was sore down below and her breasts felt tender. The carpet of dark curly hair between her legs was gone and the bright pink of her labia left no doubt that she'd been used often in the impenetrable fog of the night before. Her bum hurt and a dark hickey smugly adorned the pale swell of her mons. The hot needle spray of the shower flushed away the superficial remnants of an obviously wild night but it did little to ease the foreboding that remained. She brushed her teeth and rinsed until the mouthwash numbed her gums. The way her jaws ached reminded her of the way that they had used her mouth. Outrage gripped her momentarily and then quickly dissolved into futility. The thought of the authorities, strangers, knowing what she had gone through had no appeal. Worse, having to tell her family, letting them hear her accusing without knowing who to accuse, brought dread to her belly. No. She'd put it behind her and hope they never found out. Julie took special care to dry her hair and fluff it into a flattering style. She laid out a pretty summer dress and the new sandals she'd bought on the weekend. She rolled a sheer pair of thigh highs onto her shapely legs and went to her underwear drawer for a fresh pair of panties. It was empty. Not a single pair remained. They'd taken them all. She pulled open the drawer below where she kept her bras and they were gone too. Angry and frustrated she sat down on the bed. Thoughts of pushing it all behind her evaporated in the realization that they were still intruding on her. She pulled the cotton dress over her head adjusting it over her naked breasts and checking the bedroom mirror to see if people would know that she was bare underneath. She swung from side-to-side and watched the tell-tale jiggle of her braless breasts. She'd have to walk carefully. The softness of the cotton swished across her belly as she moved not letting her forget she was totally naked beneath the dress. The thought embarrassed her and she felt her nipples harden in response. They poked out the bodice of the dress unmistakably. The sight sent a familiar twinge through her belly and she felt herself begin to grow moist. Julie knew she was lost. Her phone rang jarring her out of a self pitying rage. Call display flashed unknown number but immediately that she heard the voice she knew who it was. "Mrs. Benson? This is Melanie." Anger and confusion cluttered her thoughts and for a moment she didn't speak. "Mrs. Benson?" "Yes. This is Julie Benson," she finally managed. "I want to see you at Highland Park in an hour," Melanie ordered. "I'm busy. I'm... I'm meeting friends...." Julie stammered. "Yes, you are. You're meeting us in an hour at Highland Park. Julie's phone beeped with a message and she clicked on it. The screen filled with an image that caused her to groan in dismay. "You have a lot of friends don't you?" Melanie snickered. "But we're going to be your best friends." "Just leave me alone and I won't say what happened," she bargained. "Just leave me alone." "Ahhh, but we will say," Melanie tauntingly replied. "I'll send that fucking picture to everyone on the contact list we downloaded from your phone. Be there in an hour or I'll start sending!" The phone went dead and Julie looked at her watch. Highland Park was on the outskirts of town. There'd be no time to stop and buy underwear. Julie took one last look in the mirror, grabbed up her keys and left. Charlie rolled over when he heard the front door close and his mother's car pull out of the driveway. He pulled on his jeans and a Black Sabbath T-shirt, gathered up the bag of panties and bras and left the house. It was trash day and there were bins and boxes piled in front of every house. Charlie walked a few blocks then dropped the bag of lingerie into a neighbor's trash. It was what Melanie wanted and this was not the time to deny her. Betrayal of Privacy It was a muggy night for baseball. The humidity and high temperature had hung around for almost a week and even as the sun went down there was heaviness in the air. The stands were already filling up when Charlie and his mom made their way across the park to the lighted field where the teams were warming up. She did a quick scan of the stands to see what others were wearing and halter tops and cut offs were the order of the day. She had worn her white shorts with a loose fitting blouse that let some air circulate close to her skin. Two summers ago, when she bought the shorts, they weren't quite as tight. Now she wasn't entirely at ease with the way they hugged her bottom particularly when she was out in public. When she saw the way Charlie's team mates stopped and watched her walk across the field she was feeling quite conspicuous. As they got closer to the bleachers she was aware that people there were watching them approach too. Some of the men had that sappy look that guys get when they are mentally undressing someone and a few of the women wore the judgmental mask of disapproval they reserved for attractive women they thought were competition. The only place in the wooden stands not occupied was near the top row. She could feel the thin cotton shorts pull very tight and her loose shirt gape away from her body as she clambered up through the tiers. She worried that those in the lower seats could see the outline of her panties and the bottom of her brassiere. By the time she sat down she was scarlet from the heat, the effort of the climb and the embarrassment of being ogled. Thirty feet away in the dugout several of her son's team mates stood with Bobby and enjoyed the view. Charlie saw his former friend cover his mouth with his hand and say something to the others that made them all laugh. Whatever it was, Charlie knew the remark was at his mother's expense. He stared hard at Bobby trying to disabuse himself of the thought that his friend might have showed them the pictures. He wanted to dismiss the idea as ridiculous but since that very first email, Bobby had not been the friend he once thought he was. Still, he wanted to think that there'd be no way he'd ever put him at risk that way. It was 10:30 before the game was over. Charlie had sucked big time badly misjudging a fly ball and then throwing wildly to the wrong base to let the go-ahead run score. The coach had been pissed and told him to "get his fucking head in the game" and Charlie had sulked through the last inning and a half. In the ninth, Bobby had snatched the win back by stealing second and scoring behind a walk-off single to right. On any other night Charlie would have been celebrating with him but tonight he could hardly be civil. His mood worsened when he made eye contact with Melanie and she mimed the word "panties?" and gave him that patronizing smirk. Turning his back to ignore her he scanned the disbursing crowd for his mother. His heart skipped a beat when he saw Bobby talking to her, smiling confidently at her. His mom seemed upset. While they were talking, his mother reached behind her back and removed Bobby's hand from around her waist. "What the fuck is he doing?" thundered through Charlie's mind as his mother took a step back. She continued her animated conversation before abruptly turning on her heel and stomping off toward the car. Praying that their conversation had nothing to do with the pictures, Charlie started to follow pausing only when he felt Melanie's hand on his arm and saw her outstretched hand. She laughed triumphantly when he pressed the flimsy nylon and lace underwear into her palm. "EEEwww!! Dirty, dirty!" She mocked. "Peeled right off Momma's hot booty!" Charlie was livid. He turned and strode away but not quick enough to miss her parting shot: "get the ones she has on now and bring them tomorrow...." The ride home was silent. Charlie sat slouched in the corner while his mother drove distractedly through the traffic. "I don't know what's got into your friend," she blurted out just as they pulled into the driveway. Startled back to reality, Charlie said nothing, waiting for her to continue. To his relief, she didn't. She just stomped out of the car and left him to lock it up. She made tea for herself and sat alone at the kitchen table while Charlie surfed distractedly through the channels on TV. At 11:30 she said a brusque goodnight and retired to her bedroom. Charlie waited a few minutes to let her get settled into bed before he slipped upstairs and fired up his computer. Bobby was on msn and as soon as Charlie logged on he messaged him. "Hey bro' Wazzup? Pick up your cell. Let's talk." "What were you saying to my mother tonight? She looked pissed," Charlie growled into the phone. Bobby gave a cocky laugh and added "Chill out bro'. I told her she had nice legs and she got snotty about it. So what?" "Jeez! What the fuck are you doing? That's just fucking stupid!" "She had those fucking tight shorts on! Don't fuckin' tell me she doesn't want guys to look. "That's my mother shit head. You don't say shit like that to her!" "I didn't tell her she's got a nice cunt," Bobby snickered, "but I could have..." "My Dad's away. I just hope she doesn't tell him you were fucking rude to her." "' its okay Dude I'm coming over tomorrow to apologize." "No fuckin' way. Stay the fuck away from her till she calms down." It was hot again the next day and the radio was advising people with respiratory problems to stay indoors. Charlie laid on his bed and surfed for a while then pulled up facebook to see what was happening. He saw two messages and clicked on the icon. The screen flickered to life with a picture of his mom climbing up the bleachers in her tight white shorts. A second photo taken from the front had been photoshopped with a circle around the crotch labeled "Camel Toe!!" in large bold type. The second message was text from Melanie: "I want those panties!" Charlie felt sick. He wondered how he could end the torment. If Bobby and Melanie kept dicking him around his parents were sure to find out what he'd done. He went down to the kitchen when his mother called him for dinner but the air was still frosty between them. He had to pretend that he didn't know what happened, not letting on that he'd spoken to Bobby. He could feel her looking at him, studying him but he kept his eyes averted. After a long silence his mother put her fork down and said "I want you to stay away from Bobby Calvert for a while." Charlie looked surprised and asked the predictable "Why?" "He's just... he's forgotten his manners," she blurted. Charlie looked dumbfounded as if waiting for an explanation. "He's started calling me 'Julie' and he actually put his arm around me after the game when we were talking!" Charlie stared stoically ahead. He'd seen her pull Bobby's hand from around her waist but the bit about calling her by her first name didn't ring true. "I'll tell him to call you Mrs. Benson," he offered. "No...it's not...oh lord! Just tell the little pig to stay away for a while!" she snapped angrily. With that she jumped up and hurried out of the kitchen. A few minutes later she reappeared in her running shorts and a T-shirt and announced she was going to her Pilates class. Charlie cleaned up the table and worried about how fucked up things were getting. He was upstairs going through her laundry hamper when the doorbell rang. To his disgust, Bobby, Melanie and Billy Norse stood grinning on the doorstep. Charlie didn't want them to come in but he figured he could get rid of them before his mother got back and that was better than having a scene on the doorstep. "Got any soda?" Billy asked opening the fridge and making himself at home. "Just some diet" Charlie answered. "Whose is this?" Billy asked holding up an opened bottle of Gatorade. "My mom's," Charlie snapped. "She'll have it when she gets back from her Pilates class so don't take it." Billy grinned and bent down to rummage deeper in the fridge. It took just a few seconds before he carefully moved the Gatorade to where it was and made sure the cap was back on tight. "So what have you got for us?" Melanie winked. Charlie drew a wrinkled ball of nylon from his pocket and held it out to her. "Hold them up for me," Melanie demanded. "Show us your momma's sexy little panties." Angrily Charlie shook them out and held them up once again betraying his mother's privacy. The fridge door slammed and Billy asked "What time does she get home?" "About 7:30", Charlie muttered. "You guys better go. She doesn't like it when I have people in when she's not here." "I gotta use the can before we leave," Billie announced. Exasperated Charlie watched him sprint up the stairs to the bathroom. He wanted them out of the house but they didn't seem all that interested in leaving. Melanie was texting someone and Bobby was reading the SI magazine that had just arrived that morning. The minutes crept by and Charlie went to the bottom of the stairs to see what was keeping Billie just in time to see him appear on the landing stuffing something in his pocket. Julie Benson arrived home at 8:20 tired and hot from her Pilates class. She loved the workout but regretted that there was no place there to shower. Her son was up in his room, probably on the computer, when she grabbed her Gatorade from the fridge and headed up the stairs to clean up. The drink was cold and tasty as she swigged it back, taking a long pull to quench her thirst. Stripping off her T-shirt and sports bra she reveled in the cool air from the AC as it wafted over her bare breasts. The tight latex shorts clung to her sweaty body as she rolled them off taking her bikini underpants down with them. For a few minutes she ran the shower letting it warm up while she sat on the bed and finished the last of the Gatorade. She felt a bit weak and woozy stepping into the pelting spray of the shower. She giggled as she stumbled and bounced against the tile wall. The water felt nice, soothing and refreshing all at the same time. She closed her eyes to let the needle spray bounce off of her face and for long moments she held on to the safety bar anchored to the wall. Her legs were wobbly and her focus was off. She tried to clear her head but her vision doubled and her voice sounded far off when she called out for her husband and son. Her knees buckled and her arms took her weight as she slowly collapsed into a heap on the shower floor. A kind of euphoria swept over her numbing her limbs and confusing her thoughts. She wanted to lie down but her legs were folded under and she could only slump against the frosted shower door. She felt no discomfort under the warm pelting spray that splashed over her like summer rain. She wasn't sure when the rain stopped. Raised voices prattled above while hands lifted her from the floor and walked her around on unsteady feet. Questions without answers from faces without names bombarded her while spikes of laughter penetrated the fog to calm her anxiety. She was aware of being naked but, in her blissful state, it didn't seem to matter. The faces were familiar but she couldn't place them. She thought her son Charlie's voice came from somewhere but when she called out to him she couldn't hear the sound of her own voice. The quilt felt soft against the back of her legs but a thousand hands kept her from falling into the downy comfort of her bed. A hand on her breast was there and then gone before her own, slow to react, could push it away. Then another appeared pinching her nipple urging it to hardness while others eased her legs apart. A woman's voice was cajoling, coaxing, calling her slut, brushing her hair back and turning her face for the bright flash of a camera. Her thighs were pinned wide by insistent hands while fingers penetrated her unprotected slit teasing her clit from its hood until it stood rampant like a tiny cock posing for the incessant clicks of the shutter. She heard laughter as fingers soaked with her excitement anointed her tongue pushing deep into her mouth until she gagged. With her nose pinched her mouth opened wide to draw breath into her lungs and a meaty uncircumcised cock slipped past her lips. Reflexively, he throat closed to halt its invasion and she recoiled to dislodge the thick shaft from her airway. A soothing feminine voice admonished her to "open wide and take it all," while long slender fingers with painted nails stroked her throat and told her to relax. There was loud talk and laughter followed by movement as she was eased from the bed to kneeling on the floor. Hands gripped the sides of her head and a youthful cock painted her lips with precum. "Lick it off Mrs. Benson. Lick it all off. You love come don't you?" the mysterious girl enticed from somewhere nearby. "Stick your tongue way out. That's good! Reach for it..." Julie Benson's attempts to speak were garbled by the pummeling cock. It pressed down on her struggling tongue and churned out the liquid sounds of saliva and precum that drooled from her mouth. She gagged and gurgled as each thrust found the back of her throat burying her nose in a nest of coarse pubic hair. Like a rag doll she lurched between the hands holding her under the arms and those imprisoning her bobbing head, while she gagged and moaned against the onslaught. A feminine thumb pressed hard on the point of her chin forcing her mouth to open wider for the fleshy column. The watchers clustered in close and began to chant "Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!" to the owner of the pistoning hips. The cock in her mouth vibrated with short strokes before easing back until only the crown was inside holding the dazed woman's tongue down. Slender fingers with the painted nails lifted Julie's hand and wrapped it around the pulsing cock adjusting the grip so her wedding rings would clearly display. Charlie's mom choked on the first stream that bathed her tonsils, moaning in dismay and wincing as her mouth filled with unfamiliar cum. She gagged and grimaced as the youthful balls unleashed their slimy load coating her teeth and tongue while the onlookers chortled their approval. Melanie's soft hand solicitously stroked Mrs. Benson's throat and her mocking voice crooned in the woman's ear telling her to "swallow that nasty stuff now ... there's much more to come."