Sharon had had a rough afternoon. She'd spent the morning nerving herself, then settled in, fully dressed, to watch more of the DVD, the emphasis to be on education rather than sex; it was blatantly apparent that she'd been kidding herself for some time, if the scenes she had seen had been truly representative (surely, they weren't!) Unfortunately for Sharon, they were; she watched four scenes where her memories failed to include Armand bringing her to a boil until the video dragged them forth, making denial fruitless. Worst was the fact that the mentally augmented replay was so arousing! Even blowjobs -- Armand had a habit of forcing himself down her throat at the moment of orgasm, and it didn't look pleasant on video, but Sharon REMEMBERED her pussy spasming in synch with his jets of semen, suffusing her with pleasure even as she choked. By the end of the fourth scene, she'd crossed and uncrossed her legs a hundred times, and the crotch of her culottes was soaked; her nipples burned in her brassiere, and every movement brought a feeling like the skin was being sandpapered off. By the time scene five was well underway, her hand had stopped following conscious directives, and her fingers were inside the leg band of her panties, sliding along the fringed lips of her soaking wet gash. Armand had been angry about something, and she'd been handy; he'd deliberately popped every button off her blouse, then used a penknife on her brassiere before grabbing a handful of her hair and forcing his erection down her throat. But those were merely the preliminaries; having no new 'toy' to impress, he'd withdrawn before ejaculation and thrown her gasping body over his desk, then subjected it to an unaccustomed pounding vaginal attack that brought her three screaming orgasms despite the fact that his hands made her ass cherry red in the process. Then he'd withdrawn and, using her copious vaginal secretions for lubrication, and going back there for more when it ran out, forced his cock into her screaming, burning ass to ejaculate into her colon.
Sometime during this trip down memory lane, Sharon lost it, totally. When she came back to her senses, her culottes were across the room, her panties were a shredded rag draped around her waist, and her blouse and bra were both up around her neck. Her bedclothes were soaked; she'd actually ejaculated during the screaming orgasm her bunched fingers had wrung from her vagina!
... And the operative on duty for Witherspoon Confidential Investigations, LLC., was on the phone to his superior. "Mr. Wilson will want to see this, ASAP," he announced firmly. The shift manager took this seriously, and Armand was notified in his office, prompting a forty-five minute disruption in his appointments schedule. But the man was right; at the end of it, a pensive Armand picked up the phone and instructed that the operative was to receive a two hundred dollar bonus. Armand was beginning to become concerned; the videos were apparently prompting an epiphany in Sharon -- one he wasn't certain he wanted to occur.
It had taken Sharon an hour to clean up the results of her masturbatory orgy -- new sheets, blankets, bedspread, then a looooong shower in the hopes that the water pouring over her weakened body could wash away the shame... The outfit had to be replaced -- the shredded panties thrown away while the rest went directly into the wash. She spent five minutes trying to decide whether to destroy the DVD, but ultimately decided that her sluttishness had nothing to do with the piece of plastic it was recorded on, and put it away.
Now she was sitting at the table, trying to deal with the reality that the videos had rubbed her nose in. It was tough going, discovering that the real Sharon wasn't the controlled, morally-upright woman who periodically martyred herself to her rapacious ex-husband as an offering to continue the physical and financial well-being of herself and -- more importantly -- her daughter. No, the REAL Sharon was apparently the slut that happily gurgled around Armand's deeply inserted erection and wailed in orgasm to the feel of it pounding her ass. The REAL Sharon got that little something extra out of the humiliation of having some strange model-type watch Armand put her through her paces; the REAL Sharon could layer pain atop pleasure and reach an even more explosive orgasm thereby. For she DID orgasm regularly under Armand's rough treatment; how could it be rape if she enjoyed it so? The Sharon she was used to being thought of sex as something that could be pleasant, but wasn't necessarily so -- and had memories of multiple sex acts that apparently weren't. No, her mind had shielded her from her baser nature, erasing the memory of the pleasure that other Sharon obtained from the acts in the process. The Sharon she was used to being had had no interest in acquiring a new lover; quite aside from the embarrassing explanations (not to mention possible dangers) revealing her relationship with Armand would entail, she hadn't any memories of the whole thing being worth it. The past couple of days, however, had been a series of revelations; not only COULD she enjoy sex, she was staring the unpalatable fact that she DID enjoy sex -- rough, nasty, humiliating, painful sex -- dead in it's unwinking eye.
She'd cried a little bit, mumbled to herself QUITE a bit, but mostly, she'd just sat there, dumb, while she tried to integrate recent experience in her world-view. The old Sharon had been relatively simple, if rigidly structured. Now she knew that most of the pillars that had supported and enfolded the old Sharon weren't rigid at all, but gave and flexed, and let her out of their embrace on occasion. She was struggling hard with the new Sharon; the arrival of Nora and her boyfriend was a brief, unwelcome distraction from that silent struggle. Sharon dealt with it and went back to her primary occupation.
Armand Wilson knew concern as he watched his ex-wife and chief play- partner on the small monitor at his desk; he'd gone from the captured video to the live feed during Sharon's cleanup. The videos had apparently been a serious mistake; how to recover from it was the question uppermost in Armand's mind at this point. Obviously, tomorrow's session was going to have to be handled with some care... Armand didn't want Sharon mentally or emotionally damaged; her peculiar makeup, while not necessarily reality- based, had served them both well for nearly two decades, and, if possible, Armand didn't want it rattled too much. But the damage may have already been done... Armand was an instinctive psychologist with a couple of decades' worth of experience in both reading and manipulating people -- he knew that if anyone was going to preserve things as they were, it would have to be him; conventional practitioners of the art would not be concerned with the preservation of Sharon's dual nature.
But there was more to it than that; the current situation, which Armand loosely defined as 'Nora growing up', had rubbed his nose in something else that conventional practitioners of the arts of mental healing were taught during their formal education and more or less forced to make allowances for: the first person that you delude is yourself -- self- analysis is fraught with pitfalls. Armand hadn't examined his motives in 'releasing' Sharon and Nora all those years ago -- and he'd done even less analysis of the reasons why he hadn't just gotten shut of the pair and forgotten them. Why DID he waste thousands of dollars a year collecting data on the trivia of their lives? Why DID he summon Sharon to his office, again and again, to use, abuse, and humiliate? Only now, when he'd basically had his nose rubbed in it by the fact that the situation was fluid and in the process of changing radically, did things begin to come clear... Instinctively, Armand had sensed the sea change dictated by Nora's advance into womanhood, and instinctively, he'd reacted. In general, things were going well, but because he'd misunderstood his own needs and goals, things were threatening to go awry where Sharon was concerned...
For the next ninety minutes or so, things went along pretty much without incident; the young people concentrated on their studies while Sharon stewed in her self-discovery. But then, almost simultaneously, both groups lurched into action; as Sharon rose to begin supper preparations, Nora looked up at Nate and queried, "Done? Good! Come with me!" She hopped up and tiptoed to the door, her finger to her lips.
Nate rose silently to follow, wondering what Nora was up to. When the couple crossed the hall and entered Sharon's room, he knew that, whatever it was, it was no good...
Nora wasted no time in crossing to the 'toy box' and opening the lid. The contents were frankly amazing; Nora failed to throttle a titter of embarrassment as the various sex toys were revealed. With each new item, Nate's eyes got wider and wider; by the time the big black dildo surfaced, the whites could be seen all around them! Then the DVDs came out, while Nora whispered explanations: "Daddy sent this Sunday, and told Mom she should put the stuff to use... Wow! Look at this!" 'This' was the interracial video -- Nora knew instinctively that her father had included it to harass her mother. A moment's thought brought on the mental leap that her father had quite possibly teased her mother with the idea of finding HER one or more black studs -- the more Nora discovered about her Daddy, the more it made sense... "Daddy did this to upset Mom -- this isn't her kink..." Nate shrugged; he could get offended, if he wanted to work at it -- but over what? The fact that Nora was the first person in her family to develop a taste for dark meat? So what?
The pair riffled through the other content, ogling the cover photos and lurid descriptions of the commercial products. "Looks like your Daddy left your Mama a broad selection," Nate observed. Nora nodded absently and reshuffled the disks into their original order, the two blank cases on bottom -- then stood there, fingering them. They were what she was here for, anyway. "What are those?" Nate asked.
"If I'm right, they're movies of Mom and Daddy having sex," Nora replied. "From what Mom says, it's more like Daddy raping her -- but it's been going on forever, and..."
Nate frowned and nodded. "Ain't nobody dead or in jail. Your Mama gets pretty weird when she talks about your Daddy, though. You sure you ought to be lookin' at 'em?"
"Both of them kind of left the door open, at one point or another. I think Mom believes I should see Daddy at his worst before Thursday, for instance. But we'll do it quietly, anyway, in case she's changed her mind." Nora took the first disk -- the one Sharon had spent the afternoon viewing. She closed the box, and the pair tiptoed back into her room, where Nora turned on her combination TV, VCR, and DVD player and fed it the disk, then threw herself prone on the bed, facing the screen. Nate climbed up beside her and sat tailor-fashion, rubbing her back (and, yeah, her ass -- he loved that sweet, soft flesh... ). The menu came up, surprising Nora with its professionalism. More or less randomly, Nora selected the fifth scene -- which just happened to be the one that triggered Sharon's wild ride to orgasm a couple of hours before!
The scene opened with Sharon passing a camera positioned before Armand's desk, and stopping before him. Armand grunted, "About time!" and turned back to the other man in the room, ignoring Sharon's sputtered assertion that she was five minutes early... "Get that moron on the phone and tell him if we got anything tainted from his cut-rate supplier, I'll have HIM ground into hamburger! Tell him he'd better go mend fences and get the distribution network back the way it was, or else!" Armand stopped for a moment, glaring. "Give him a week, then see to it that 'or else' occurs, anyway! Stupid, greedy bastard!" Armand waved, and the man nodded and left. Armand turned his attention to Sharon. "So, what ELSE is going to turn out wrong today? What's the word on Councilman Pedersen?"
The camera angle shifted to a shot from behind Armand and to his right that captured Sharon's white face. It was abundantly clear that she didn't want to be in the room with Armand while he was in his current mood. Sharon blurted, "He's proving difficult to pin down -- but I think I might have something!"
Armand's glare didn't require a shift in camera angle to pick up -- it was there in his voice. "Are you telling me the truth, or merely attempting to avoid my anger?"
"No, no!" Sharon temporized, "I think I have something that will get him going! There is a youth hockey league..."
"Fine, I don't care to hear the details, if it's going to work -- tell the accountants!" Armand stepped around the desk, where a third, side camera picked him up. "Come here!"
"Armand..."
"Shut up, Woman, and follow instructions! Take off your blouse!"
Sharon hesitated momentarily, and it was her undoing. "Never mind!" Armand grunted, and snatched at the fabric. Buttons went everywhere. "Now get out of it!" Sharon started frantically yanking at the cuff buttons, but Armand produced a penknife. "Hold still!" The blade went underneath the fabric connecting the cups of Sharon's brassiere, and suddenly they were flopping against her sleeves. "Cuff!" Sharon laid a wrist in his hand, the knife flicked, and the button flew. "Now, the other one!" The procedure was repeated. "If you want ANY of your clothing to be intact," Armand warned, "you'll get out of that skirt, NOW!"
Sharon's hands scrabbled frantically at the snap and zipper, but only the fact that she took a step back gave her the required instant; Armand's impatience was at its peak. She stepped out of the skirt, but while she bent, Armand collected a handful of hair. "Come here and kneel!" he demanded.
The hand in her hair left Sharon without options; she found herself kneeling on her knees before Armand while he wrestled with his belt. He jerked her head back and glared into her eyes. "You know what to do!" Sharon did; she reached out and began fumbling with his snap and zipper. Finished with the belt, he put his hand on his hip and suffered her fumbling impatiently. Finally, she got it all and tugged his trousers and boxers to his knees. Armand pounded his intercom button and announced, "Charlene, hold my calls!"
"Yes s--." The intercom was off before Charlene finished her acknowledgement. "Hands behind your back!" Armand ordered, the hand raised, a slap imminent. Sharon did as she was told. "Take it!" he demanded, ramming his cock at her lips.
"Armugghhmmmph!" Opening her mouth to speak wasn't the wisest thing to do at that juncture. Armand unceremoniously filled it with meat and kept on going, dragging her head toward his crotch by the hair. Instinct and experience lowered her head and straightened her throat, and Armand drove on in. Sharon's hands came up to fend him off as she gagged, but he growled and slapped at them, and she subsided, concentrating on acceptance; it was 'way too late for anything else. He settled himself, holding her deep, then released her, only to set up a pattern of long, gagging strokes that kept Sharon fighting for breath. This went on for about ninety seconds, Armand varying his timing to suit the sensations involved and Sharon slowly losing the fight for breath until there was no struggle left in her; all of her energies went to breathing and maintaining consciousness. Armand was a pro, however; he knew where Sharon was, and he let up before he lost her to unconsciousness. Her state made her particularly pliant, however, when he snatched her to her feet and dragged her around to his side of the desk.
Nate wanted to let his raging hard-on out. This was hot like fuck flicks were SUPPOSED to be, but seldom managed! And the fact that he KNEW one of the participants made it even hotter! Nate's left hand was going to town on Nora's plush ass, squeezing and kneading -- but he was having a hard time finding something for his right to do that didn't involve giving his meat some relief.
The half-second respite allowed Nora to glance at her lover, and she recognized the symptoms. Thus far, things had been pretty brutal for her mother, and she'd been able to maintain SOME objectivity -- but, yes, the action was hot, anyway. Daddy was sure demanding! And Mom was apparently a practiced cocksucker; Nora's efforts thus far hadn't been as advanced as deep throat... No, Mom wasn't as virginal as she let on...
The view shifted; her father secured her mother's ankles with some straps that appeared to be attached to his desk, then rose. Sharon was wearing stockings and garters and a no-nonsense pair of pink cotton panties -- and at this point, that was it; she'd apparently lost her shoes early on. Armand made a quick, snatching grab, and the crotch of the panties was destroyed; another took out the side, and he tossed the ruin aside. With the camera angle being what it was, off-side from behind the desk, Sharon's plush ass, pudenda, and upper thighs were revealed in all their glory -- then Armand's cock appeared and nosed between her labia.
Armand took just two hammering strokes to bury himself to the root; Sharon was wet already. He set up a serious, pounding stroke, then added a pattern of alternating swats on her ass. Sharon got her hands under her and rose up, emitting a startled "Oh!" at every swat. The camera followed the strokes and captured the reddening of the soft, white cheeks; Nate, watching, was fascinated by the shudder of the flesh on impact. After about thirty seconds, the camera angle shifted to the side view camera to chronicle Sharon rocking to Armand's strokes -- but moments later, Sharon's voice changed, and the front view replaced the side view as Sharon dropped her torso lower above the desktop in order to raise her ass, then started surging and thrashing. Sharon's face was red, but it was arousal; Nora watched her mother's eyes roll up as the shudders accompanying her orgasm hit.
Nate was going insane! If he didn't do something soon... But Nora was right there with him, husking, "Nate, Honey, get a rubber!" while she started tearing herself out of her jeans. Nate's hand was in the bag, closing on a foil packet, almost before the whole sentence got out; when Nora got her zipper undone, big hands grabbed chunks of the waistband of her jeans, lifting her from the bed while Nate peeled her. Nora paused the DVD; she didn't want to miss anything while she and Nate wrestled with clothing and rubbers. There was no question about position; Nora knelt up and Nate drove into her in a fair approximation of Armand and Sharon's positions, given the bed. Nate was still wearing his shirt, and Nora her top when they took off; after resuming the video Nora worked through the assault on her senses to get her bra off, but the rush of sensations caused her to abandon the job, half-done.
The couple's first orgasm and Sharon's second came virtually simultaneously; Nora again paused the video so they could enjoy the aftermath and deal with removing the rubber. Nate was still rock solid; Nora sighed, "Thank God!" and went digging for yet another rubber -- at this rate, she'd have to go back to the doctor for more, or buy some... But neither of them was happy until Nate was again in the saddle, pumping. Nora resumed the video, which cycled through the three viewpoints every few seconds. Both watched, hypnotized, as they augmented the action on the screen with the sensations of their own lovemaking.
The view cycled to the over-the shoulder shot yet again, and Nate watched Armand apply his hand to Sharon's plush ass. The sight was mesmerizing; it made his palms itch. As it was, he was squeezing handfuls of Nora's equally plush bottom, enjoying the sensation, while he watched Sharon's flesh shudder and re-shape itself on impact. The view rotated away to the side view, where the spanking wasn't as evident as the results of Armand's hips plowing into Sharon from behind; her flesh seemed to roll up and then settle back into position, again and again. Again the rotation, to the frontal view; Sharon's flush was getting darker, and she was beginning to hunch, the tips of her nipples touching the desktop. Undoubtedly, another orgasm was coming... Sure enough, Sharon's face filled and the cords stood out on her neck and she emitted an impassioned "UUUuuuuuuuhhhhh!!!", shaking and sucking in air afterwards as if she'd been suffocated.
Then it happened; the switch back to the over-the-shoulder shot was something Nate dealt with for a moment, but then his hand rose and fell, seeming of its own volition, in synchronization with Armand's. The feel of Nora's flesh giving way before the strike was sooo... satisfying... Nora turned to stare at him a moment, wide-eyed, but before he could recover and stammer out an apology, she said, "G-go on -- but easy, okay?" Nate nodded dumbly and began delivering one gentler smack for every three of Armand's harsher hits on screen. Nora tightened her vaginal muscles with each swat, something both of them noticed -- but only Nora noticed that the smacks, which under normal circumstances would have been at least mildly unpleasant, seemed to add to her arousal.
On screen, Sharon was winding up rapidly for her third climax; whatever else Armand was doing to her, satisfaction seemed to be big at this point. Sharon hunkered down against the desktop and began making a series of groaning grunts as she pushed herself back toward Armand's invading cock. This all basically ended with an impassioned, "UUUuuuuhhhh!!!!", after which Sharon basically collapsed on the desktop. But Armand wasn't done; his orgasm had yet to arrive, and Sharon's slack position invited a wakeup call...
The view switched again to the over-the shoulder focus as Armand withdrew his cock from Sharon's dripping vagina and repositioned it at her anus, immediately boring in. Sharon went rigid under the assault, emitting a loud wail as the sudden assault on her sphincter pierced her defenses. Armand managed to force the head of his penis through the opening, but ran out of lubrication, so he withdrew and again socketed himself in Sharon's vagina, taking a couple of strokes.
Sharon's sigh of relief was premature, however, and ended with a screech as Armand again switched targets and renewed his attack on her ass. This time, he got in better than halfway, and, satisfied, began pumping, torturing Sharon's rectum, passing more lubricant by the simple expedient of sliding two fingers into Sharon's dripping snatch and wiping them on the exposed shaft of his cock. The scene again shifted, this time to the frontal view; Sharon's contorted expression could be seen as she dealt with the invasion. The view lingered a bit, however -- long enough to reveal a change in expression as Sharon's ass accommodated itself to Armand's pounding attack. At that point, Sharon again relaxed, and began to present her rectum for further abuse, moaning.
Nora took a moment to turn and engage Nate's eyes. "Not tonight! Not with a rubber on!" she admonished, "You'd rip me to shreds!" But she returned her attention to the screen, where Mom was obviously getting into anal sex.
Nate had a flash, though, and moved forward with it almost without thought. He popped his thumb into his mouth to wet it, then lowered his hand to Nora's ass cheek. "How's this?" he asked as he circled the crinkled bud of her anus once, then applied just enough pressure to pop it open, but not burst through...
"Aaahhh! OOOOHHH, GAWWD!" Nora came apart; the orgasm that had been slowly sneaking up on her used the additional insertion as cover for a rush, and it hit her like a ton of bricks! Nate had been gentle enough that there had been no pain component, only a new site for wild sensations. Nora whited out; both of her nether orifices began to pulse simultaneously. Nate's thumb dropped into her anus to the first knuckle between two attempts by her pussy to wring his cock dry -- and THAT brought on success, as Nate, too, succumbed and began filling another rubber with seed.
Even Nora didn't hear Nate's soft grunt of completion, but Sharon heard Nora's; she'd been lost in thought and hadn't registered the thumps that Nora's bedpost continued to make. Sighing, she mumbled "Chip off the old block..." to herself as she turned the chicken breasts on the broiler.
The young couple watched Armand deliver yet another orgasm to Sharon while collecting his as a flat sandwich, Nora collapsed flat on the bed with Nate atop her. Armand wasn't loud while cumming, either -- if you didn't see his grimace and the cords of his neck protruding as he crushed himself against Sharon's ass, you'd never know. Sharon apparently did, though -- she seemed to be riding the pulsations of his buried cock, gasping and straining through her orgasm.
Armand's aftercare wasn't anything to write home about. He stepped back and unhooked Sharon's ankles from the straps, then smacked her on the ass. "Go on, get out of here -- at least you're good for something... Tell the accountants where to allocate the money to please that moron Pedersen." Sharon started shuffling, but she wasn't all there yet; Armand hauled her back from the desk by her wide hips, where she abruptly collapsed on her ass behind the desk. Armand eyed her for a moment, then opened a drawer and tossed her a couple of wet wipes. "Since you're still here, clean me up!" Sharon gingerly collected the wipes and made to wipe at his crotch, but he grabbed her by the hair and pushed his smelly, but not actively shitty, cock into her mouth, growling, "No, like this! Those are for you, you silly bitch!"
"Ewwww!" Nora's face matched Sharon's on-screen expression (aside from the inserted cock) as she looked over her shoulder at her lover. "You're NEVER gonna do THAT, so don't EVEN THINK about it!"
Nate chuckled. "What about now? All it's got on it right now is cum, an' some o' your juice!"
"Yeah, that's okay," Nora grinned back. Moments later the video ended as it depicted Sharon staggering out, her skirt on but awry, clutching the shredded remnants of her blouse and brassiere. Armand, in the background, was nonchalantly buttoning his pants...
"Sheeit!" Nate opined, "That was pretty fuckin' wild!"
"Ummm," Nora agreed, "You were a baaaaad boy!"
Nate grinned, unrepentant. "Worked, didn't it?"
"Yeah..." Nora drifted off to the implications of what she'd seen; obviously, Mom and Daddy had a long-established pattern for interaction, and Mom benefited, at least occasionally, from it. "Let's look at another one," she suggested.
"Awright." Nate levered himself up and backed off Nora. "Guess I oughta clean up, first."
"Bring it here." Nate came around to the foot of the bed, and Nora rose onto her elbows and engulfed his still rubber-clad cock. Once the outside wasn't gooey any more, she gently pulled it off and sucked down the contents, then laved the remnants off his cock. Nate was in Heaven; this was a jerk-off fantasy come true, and there was NO WAY he was gonna fuck it up! Given what her Mama seemed to enjoy, though, there was a lot of shit he could plan on doing... Finished, he crawled up next to Nora while she selected another short video sequence.
This one was more of what Nora had expected to see; Armand made demands, and Sharon resisted for a time, then capitulated, fractionally. That was all it took. Once she was within reach, things became rapidly physical, with Armand obviously controlling Sharon through pain (crushing a breast with one hand) while he stripped her upper body and produced a pair of leather binders with which he secured her wrists behind her. Then he knelt her and throat-raped her, basically after the previously-seen pattern. This time, however, was different for two reasons: First, he didn't switch to her vagina or her ass; he continued gagging her until he poured his seed down her throat. And second, because a couple of minutes in, he used his intercom to call for a statuesque blonde named Beverly, to whom his occupation when she enter the room was a complete surprise, by her expression. "Ah, Beverly," Armand intoned, "I thought an object lesson was in order." Beverly stood there, staring silently as Armand used this somewhat chunky woman before her. "I very seldom let go of anything that I think might provide me with future utility," Armand amplified. "This, for instance, is my ex-wife. I know a LOT of men who would enjoy treating their ex this way..." He eyed Beverly for a moment, and continued, "There are obvious conclusions to be drawn. I can be very demanding..." He waved for her to approach. "Here, why don't you observe this more closely..."
Beverly approached gingerly, staying out of arm's reach of Armand. Sharon whimpered around Armand's driving cock and rolled her eyes toward the woman who was the latest witness to her humiliation. In a moment, Armand announced quietly, "I'm about there..." and crushed Sharon's head to him, burying his cock deep. The woman, Beverly, could be seen watching Sharon's throat work with wide eyes by the over-the-shoulder cam. After a moment, Armand backed off, but not fully; the frontal cam showed Sharon cradling Armand's cock on her tongue while she sucked air through her nose. A zoom- in showed Armand still pulsing out cum onto her tongue, and Sharon gently coaxing more by sliding her tongue along the underside, teasing sensitive nerves. Armand leaned forward, and Sharon engulfed him again, obviously cleaning up. "Well-trained, isn't she? And we've been divorced for over a decade..."
"A-Armand, I think I should leave," Beverly stuttered.
"Perhaps." Armand waved dismissively. "If you think you're in too deep, have Jorge take you to the house and collect your things, then take you to wherever your departure point might be. If you are there upon my return this evening, however, I will begin YOUR training, as you will have consented to it by being there." He then turned from the woman, patently ignoring her, and addressed himself to Sharon. "I'm still wet," he complained, and began running his still half-erect cock through her hair. The side-view camera took a shot between Armand's legs at Sharon's as she knelt there, zooming in, then the over-the shoulder view depicted Beverly leaving before the fade.
"Why did they do that?" Nora wondered aloud.
"What?" Nate asked.
"That zoom-in shot just before the end. Mom didn't have a dildo, or anything."
Nate took the controller, and backed the scene up those few seconds. "Uh, Baby, the floor's wet. An' I don't think your Mama peed..."
Nora looked closely. It was a bit embarrassing eyeballing her mother's pussy, even on video. "Umm, yeah. She looks... drippy. She enjoyed it?"
"Your Daddy's hard on her," Nate observed. "I think she'd go crazy if she couldn't find a way to deal with it..."
"Maybe," Nora agreed cautiously. "We'd better put it back." She rose and collected the DVD from the player, returned it to its case, and took it back to her mother's room, still nude below the waist. Nate followed her through the procedure, for no better reason than to watch the way her ass swayed and jiggled; Gawd, he loved that thing! He followed her back and was just settling on the bed when Sharon announced, "Dinner!" from the foot of the stairs.