When my son was in college I set him up with a credit card for his expenses to which I was paying the bill. The first month I came across a charge for a spy camera and I naturally wondered why he needed that but I didn’t say anything. A couple of months later there was a second charge for another spy camera and a microphone too.
Not having seen my son for a few months I was looking for an excuse to see him so I jumped in my car with the credit card statements and drove the five hours to confront him. When I showed my darling boy the bills for his spy equipment he quickly confessed that he was recording his fuck sessions with the various girls and women he was banging in his dorm room. He then showed me close to fifty files on his laptop all with different female names.
At first I was angry that my son was violating these ladies privacy until he informed me that they all knew about the cameras. As I looked at the list of names on my son’s computer I noticed two that stuck out, they were a Mrs. Cameron and a Ms. Thompson. I asked my son who they were and he said that they were his math and chemistry professors. Naturally my first thought was that these women were preying on young college students and I was furious and ready to have them removed from the faculty. My son then proceeded to regale me with how these women were part of his conquest to fuck and record as many women as he could.
By this time I was intrigued and wanted to see some of the videos on my son’s computer and I highlighted the Mrs. Cameron file and double clicked it. Inside that file was six more all showing different dates so I randomly clicked on one. The video opened with a lady about my age actually adjusting the camera before laying on my son’s bed and ultimately getting fucked by my son. I also watched a couple of videos where my son was fucking young college girls and he told me the truth, they all knew about the spy gear.
By this time I was getting very horny and from the videos I knew that my son was quite good at satisfying his sexual partners. I then asked my son if he wanted to make a video with me. I knew before I asked that my son’s response would either be one of disgust or one of exuberance and let’s just say that he was more than willing to make a video of the two of us fornicating.
It only took my son a couple of minutes to connect the recording equipment and set everything up during which time I was getting undressed. At first I was going to strip completely but when my son saw my thigh high stockings he told me to leave them on along with my shoes. I had planned on being completely naked in my son’s video but once he’d requested that I leave my shoes and stockings on I made the argument that I could leave my dress on too, that way it would look like he’d quickly seduced me and I had only removed panties or more interestingly I hadn’t worn any to start with. From my perspective leaving my dress on allowed me to hide my stretch marked and flabby belly which I was happy about.
Having my son climbing on and mounting me was super thrilling and knowing that it was being recorded was the ultimate in naughty parenting. I had only planned on chatting with my son about his credit purchases and heading home but with this new development I decided to stay for a week. Fortunately for me my son’s school has several rooms set up for visiting parents to use and they are quite cheap. Not having planned to stay over I naturally hadn’t brought any clothing so my next order of business was to take my son shopping for clothes for myself. Having nobody know you when you walk into a shop with your son makes it easy to pretend that you’re a divorced cougar and her “cub” and while the clerks may not like it there isn’t much they can do about it. We even recorded a video of me giving my son a blow job in the changing room and due to a glitch during editing it shows up at the end of this video.
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