Thoughts like, fuck her harder, suck it mom, suck it and go ahead and give it to her, look at you, mom you little slut, kept running through my mind.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I saw my father's letter, him saying how he was upset at himself that her movies turned him on. Like father Like son because I'd only known mom's secret for fifteen minutes and was standing here ready to pop.

There was just something about it; seeing my mother, albeit a young version, having sex, her hot little body sweating and the guy's hands pawing over her tits while they had their way with her. The sounds she was making and the look in her eye didn't seem fake, she seemed to be loving it and I was loving her doing it.

The guys whipped their cocks out and I groaned softly as mom knelt between them and they both jacked off on her face, covering it with their spurting cum. Mom moaned as she turned her face back and forth, getting it painted from both sides, then sucking on each cock, trying to get every drop.

The scene ended with mom smiling through her cum covered face and waving at the camera and saying “Bye bye" in a little girl voice and giggling. Another scene started to come on, but now that mom was gone, I was able to stop and remove it from the VCR. I slid it back in its case and then the box on the floor.

I was still hard and wanted to jerk off in the worst way, but wouldn't. It was bad enough I'd watched that, I couldn't go that far. I picked up the Penthouse letters book and the magazine, putting them on top of the tapes, and began to close the box.

That's when I saw the DVD on the floor and picked it up. I was taking one more look at it when I heard dad behind me.

“Half way to pizza hub and I realized I forgot my damn... Paul! Get out of there!"

My back was to him and panicked, I closed the lid and shoved the DVD into the front of my jeans, pulling my shirt over it.

“What are you doing going through my things?" Dad demanded, storming around to stand in front of me.

“I...um, I was just cleaning out the drawers and..."

“That box was not in the drawer it was under it!"He stared down at the box and I winced when I saw the key ring was still dangling from the lock. Dad turned red pretty quick when he was upset and he'd been well on his way as he'd begun to yell, but as he stood there the color drained from his cheeks and he said softly, "You opened it."

“No, I was...well I was going to and you came in and..."

"Don't lie to me Paul." He spoke slowly as if trying not to be pissed, “You were in it."

“No, really," I forced a sheepish grin.

"I was about to though, then you came in."

“I said don't lie to me!" He startled me by shouting and reaching down so quickly I put my arm up thinking he was going to smack me.

His hand went past me, down to the floor where he picked up the note I'd forgotten to put back in the box.

“This was in that box and underneath what was in there, didn't you Paul?" ." He took a deep breath.

“You saw

“Yeah. I tried to sound casual, “Bunch of dirty movies."

Dad looked at me dubiously and picking up the box put it on the desk. I stood up from where I was sitting, careful to push the DVD deeper down into my jeans and make sure my shirt was over it.

“I think you saw more than that, Paul." He said, while lifting the lid and peering inside.

“Something we need to talk about."

“Hey, Dad if you want to watch porn, that's fine with me." I kept trying to play it up, "I know mom hates it so don't blame you for hiding it."