Chapter 0 - Hi8

Holden sat alone in his apartment, staring at his old television with apprehension. It wasn’t the blank screen itself that made him uneasy of course, but what he feared would soon be displayed on it. 

For plugged into the back of the outdated LCD was a set of RCA cables, linked to an even more ancient device that he bought off an online pawn shop: a banged up, yet somehow still functional, Hi8 camcorder. 

Nestled inside, firmly in place, was an accompanying pocket-sized tape. The first tape of a set of twelve, the others stacked on the floor beneath the screen. 

Holden clutched the tiny remote for the device in his right hand. A half-finished bottle of beer was held more loosely in his left. The room was a calm dark, and the only two sounds that permeated it came from the crappy AC unit in the nearby window, and Holden’s shaky breaths. 

This was it. All the thirty-seven-year-old had to do now was press play, and visions of his past were sure to spill onto the screen. Familiar voices. Old memories. Reminders of how he looked in his youth, back when he was still thin and had a full head of brown hair. That in itself wasn’t too bad.

Being family videos, though, there were sure to mostly be scenes featuring himself, his sister, his mother, and… him.

Holden took another uneasy breath. While there was certainly a curiosity welling in his gut at what he would see, his heart was also anticipating the inevitable torment that awaited him. The two feelings conflicted with each other inside of him, and so he remained uncertain at what to do.

On the surface, he knew what the tapes appeared to be. They were family videos, filmed throughout his and his sister’s childhood as they grew up. He remembered a similar looking camcorder showing up on vacations, birthdays, and other special occasions, but never got to actually see the contents of the tapes afterwards. 

His step-father Graham, the one who always filmed it all, always smirked when asked about it. It was the same answer every time, that he was recording ‘happy times’ for when he got older, and so was not for casual family viewing. 

Holden found that odd, but he knew better than to press his adoptive father with such things. Unnecessary questions were often met with ridicule and mockery on the best of days. Besides, his step-father was responsible for most of his bullying growing up. Whatever got recorded on those tapes, he didn’t believe that there was going to be anything happy about them.

The fact that the tapes were left to Holden specifically after the bastard’s passing only solidified that feeling.

It was strange. Holden didn’t even know the old man had died until the lawyer’s office called him to collect his ‘inheritance.’ No one even told him about the funeral service, not that he minded much, considering how he loathed Graham and was glad to be out of his life. 

Still, the news came out of nowhere. In fact, he didn’t receive any contact from his family since the day he was kicked out of the house, over nineteen years ago. Not one visit from his mother to see how he was doing. Not one check-in call from his sister. Nothing.

Now, the only proof he had that anyone remembered him was this parting gift of old tapes, from his least favorite member of the family. It made him uneasy, and sitting there, mulling over the decision to plunge into his past sure wasn’t helping his nerves.

He contemplated destroying them for what was an umpteenth time, smashing every one of those black plastic rectangles with the biggest hammer he had, but knew he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Despite how much he resented his family for abandoning him on his eighteenth birthday, throwing him into the harsh world without ever trying to contact him, he couldn’t deny that he still missed them. 

The smile of his mom. The laughter of his sister. The comfort he felt seeing and hearing them both. It was possible he might be able to relive that experience again. That was the reason he went through all the equipment setup and hassle. Wasn’t it? 

He knew he was playing into his step-father’s wishes. He knew he would surrender another victory to that dead bastard by watching these tapes. However, having any kind of attachment to his old life, and seeing his mother’s and sister’s faces in some capacity, would perhaps be enough to help ease that concession.

With that thought and final resolve in his mind, Holden took one more swig from his beer, pointed the remote towards the tv and the camcorder, and pressed play on the first tape.

***

When the playback started, Holden thought the tape was damaged. It appeared to be playing, but nothing was displayed on the screen except a distorted blackness. Static flickered and jumped now and then, but the picture remained a blank, dark void.

All that for nothing, he thought half-heartedly, not truly believing he would get off that easily.

After turning the volume higher and listening more intently, he could at least make out some sounds from the recording. It was faint, but he thought he recognized the distant voice of his mother, saying something so quietly he couldn’t make it out. 

It seemed the visual part of the tape might’ve been compromised, but there was still something being played. Despite its age and quality, the tape was still functional.

Still, Holden would have to use his imagination to fill in the details, which was frustrating. He figured wherever the camera was in relation to his mom, it must’ve been moving closer to her now, because her voice gradually became more distinguishable. She still sounded muffled, as if she was speaking in another room, but at least he could hear her words more clearly. 

It sounded as if she was speaking softly to someone.

“—our home now. It’s big, isn’t it? You’ll see, before long you’ll get used to things here. No more cramped apartment, or neighbors screaming at three in the morning, or rowdy clients refusing to leave. We’ll live in a nice house from now on, with no one to bother us.”

It sounded like she was comforting someone. His younger self, most likely. It was hard to tell without any visual reference where or when this was, though.

Besides his mother’s voice, Holden could also hear another presence, a deep and rough grunting that was audibly a lot closer compared to hers. Holden realized quickly this must’ve been Graham holding the camcorder. 

It was strange, though. It sounded as if he was struggling with something, brushing against the camcorder’s exterior and causing the audio to distort with his clumsy movements. The sounds continued for a while, making the words his mother was saying difficult to hear.

After a few moments, and a few more knocks against the camcorder’s microphone, it became obvious what he was struggling with. At last, an image appeared on the screen as suddenly as opening one’s eyes, and the setting in front of him revealed itself. It was the upstairs hallway directly outside of Holden’s old bedroom. 

“There we go,” Graham whispered in triumph, finally popping the protective cover off of the camera’s lens.

While it would’ve been easy to laugh at such a mistake, it was obvious now why Graham would have difficulties removing the cover. The hallway itself was very dark, illuminated only by the night-light that was plugged into the outlet outside the bedroom. If he had started recording in the hallway itself, it’s unlikely he would notice the cap on until looking through the viewfinder.

In any case, the soft yellow light of the night-light stretched from its tiny source, producing a dim but reassuring glow that Holden remembered fondly, albeit from the crack of his door on the other side. Given that it was already on and that there was no natural light, Holden concluded it must’ve been sometime after sunset. He wasn’t sure why Graham didn’t just turn on the hallway light to see better, but guessed that Graham was trying to hide his presence. Not budging from his position now, he remained silent and continued to point the camcorder at the door. 

Together, with his father from the past, Holden eavesdropped on the conversation happening inside.

“Are you comfortable, sweetie?” his mother asked someone. “Are you warm?”

“…Dah dah?”

His mom seemed to pause for a moment, and then replied. “Graham is going to be daddy now. That means he’ll take care of us, but that also means he’s in charge, okay? You listen to him just like you do with me, okay?”

A short pause, then baby Holden’s response came, timid and unsure. “Okie?”

“That’s right. Good boy.”

There was a moment of silence as his mother tucked the younger Holden in. The door to the bedroom then opened, and his mom backed through from within, still facing inwards towards the room and wishing the boy goodnight.

Holden was taken aback, not just by seeing his own mom at such a young age, standing in the doorway with her curlier hair and slimmer figure, but by the suggestive attire she was dressed in. 

Even from behind, the baby doll she wore left little to the imagination. Her entire back was visible through the sheer cloth, and the fluffy hem of the skirt only reached halfway down her butt cheeks. The rest of her curvaceous ass bubbled out beneath it, and scrunched deeply into the cleft of her cheeks, were a pair of lacy panties. 

It was easily the most risqué outfit he ever saw her in. Holden croaked, suddenly finding his throat dry.

Just as his mom gently closed the door, Graham spoke up.

“Hey there, beautiful.”

The sudden voice caused his mom to gasp, bracing her palms against the door before revolving toward the sound. 

As she turned around, Holden could see that the front of her nightie wasn’t any more modest. Thin shoulder straps were all that held up the fluffy cups for her breasts, the only piece of her outfit that wasn’t completely see-through. They hung low on the dress, showing ample cleavage to anyone directly facing her.

“Graham!” she whispered, peering into the direction of the lens. “What are you doing? Is- Is that a camera?”

“Never mind this. Is the little bastard comfy?”

His mom’s demeanor immediately changed from shocked to annoyed.

“Don’t call him that,” she said, still speaking in a low voice. “You said we were both welcome, right? You said you’d help me take care of him, as a family. So why do you insist on belittling my son and making me tuck him into bed in… in this?”

She gestured to the skimpy bedwear, raising her fingers up the fabric. It did nothing but accentuate how slim and sexy she looked, and Holden could almost hear his step-dad grin behind the camera before responding. 

“Because you know I’m only interested in you, Pen. Fuck that little shit. Besides, you said it yourself in there. I’m in charge. So, if I want to call the runt exactly what he is, or dress you up as my little fuck doll, who are you to stop me?”

The comment clearly made her uncomfortable. “Look, if this isn’t going to work out…” she started to protest.

“You’ll leave?” He suggested, and then quietly laughed. “And go back to the shitty apartment, and back to your usual clients?” 

He breathed in like he was going to say more, but paused before coddling her instead. “Penny, Penny, Penny. I made you a promise. Yeah, you can both live here, and no, you’re never going to work anymore. I make plenty for both of us.”

Graham stepped closer with the camera, reaching out his free hand and kneading his fingers into her right breast. A quick gasp half-escaped her throat, before she caught herself and silenced it.

“However, you agreed to live under my rules. I think I remember you moaning in agreement, actually.”

“Okay, I get it,” Penny breathed, trying not to make much noise as he palmed her.  “That’s enough.”

“No, I don’t think you do, Penny.” Graham let go of her tit, and took several steps back down the hall until he was about a dozen feet away from her. “Strip.”

“What? Here, now?”

“Did I stutter? Take off your nightie, and leave it on the floor. Come on, time’s a wasting.”

Penny hesitated, and then looked back at the door behind her, as if expecting a baby Holden to open it at any moment. 

Convinced that her boy had not stirred from his bed, she stepped further into the hallway. Reaching up, Holden’s mom grabbed the straps of her nightie and pulled them off her shoulders, before tugging down and shaking the rest to her feet.

With the night-light glowing dimly behind her, Penny’s entire front side was now cast in shadow. Even so, going by the globes of flesh that bounced as she peeled the baby doll off, it was clear why the young mother was such a catch for Graham. Her hips and breasts were large enough that they now helped create a lewd silhouette of her, a stark outline of her feminine features that begged to be lit properly. 

All for the perverted cameraman, who continued to catch it on film.

Holden was getting more uneasy, watching his naked mother strip. Granted, it wasn’t like he saw much. The dim light and low definition of the recording made it difficult to see proper details of her nudeness, leaving his imagination to fill in the blanks. Still, he knew his mom was attractive, and never saw her in anything more revealing than a swimsuit before. Now here she was in full form, albeit in the darkness, and it was probably the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. 

To his own dismay, his cock began to harden. 

He should just pause and stop it here, he thought. These were not going to be the mere awkward but bearable family videos he figured they would be. No, even worse. These were going to be intimate and humiliating scenes from his past, causing him to rethink everything he thought he knew about his timid mother. 

That had to have been Graham’s intention. That’s why he sent these tapes to his hated step-son. To give him one last ‘fuck you,’ before departing this world for good.

That, and to show off just how damn sexy his own mom could be.

Holden took a deep breath and exhaled. Unsure feelings of lust and guilt welled up inside him, but he did not stop the video. 

It was not a comfortable thing to him, popping an erection for his own mom. He knew it was wrong on so many levels, but his mind was already made up to continue watching. He only questioned whether he wanted to do it sober or not.  

Perhaps it was a masochistic side of him, but he ultimately decided to hold off on the buzz. It didn’t look like step-father was going to stop harassing his mom, and he wanted to be able to process whatever happened next with a clear head. 

Indeed, Graham’s next command for his mother was even more demeaning.

“Get on the floor and crawl, slut.”

Softly falling to her knees, Penny placed her palms to the floor, and began to move forward in a submissive plod towards Graham. Her head sunk down as she crawled, like a dog that was being admonished, not daring to look up at Graham who was keeping the camera trained on as much of her body as possible. 

Holden watched with anxiety as his mom on the television crept towards his step-father, or in another way, towards him. With her dress gone, he couldn’t help notice her round ass flexing behind her, and how the shadowy outlines of her huge breasts seemed to wobble provocatively with each slow, tantalizing stride. 

Holden rubbed the outline in his pants. By the subtle bounces of the camera, he surmised that his step-father was masturbating as well, jerking himself as the mother approached his feet. She was now directly below him.

“Now that you’re done with the brat,” Graham continued. “I’ve got something more interesting that needs your attention. Ah, first things first, though. You remember how to show your appreciation, right Pen?”

The camera panned down and completed its way to Graham’s crotch, showing his erection in full view. To Holden’s annoyance, his step-father was an impressive size. While difficult to tell exactly, the span his hand travelled with each tug suggested a length of at least eight inches, and his fingers weren’t exactly encircling the entire girth. It was an arrogant size, fit to the man that possessed it.

More distressful, however, was watching his mother’s head of hair descend towards one of his feet. Holden watched as she leaned forward, prostrated herself, and kissed the top of his foot with an audible smooch. 

“Good. And the other?”

How easily his mom followed the instructions, slowly raising her head, but not looking up, and shifting herself to the other side. She repeated the gesture of placing her lips upon him, her ass raised high in the air behind her in complete submission and without a single sign of protest. No struggle. No hesitation. Not even a sound of defiance. Just two kisses, and a return to her submissive stance between his legs.

“Atta girl. Now, be a dear and look up into the camera.”

At last, she tilted her head up, and looked into the camera’s lens. 

Directly into Holden’s eyes.

“Mom…?” he breathed.

Graham grabbed a fistful of Penny’s hair with his free hand, and shoved her face onto his dick. The tip slid in between her lips before she could react, and in a swift instant, his entire length disappeared into the hole of her mouth. 

Surprise flared across Penny’s face. Her head immediately attempted to reel back at the sudden assault, shaking in his grasp, but Graham held her firmly against him. It was clear there was no escape.

“Take that cock, slut. Show me how much you want to stay here, unless that’s too much of a bother for you.”

Penny lifted her hands in reaction, but to Holden’s amazement, she only placed them on his thighs to steady herself. She made no further effort to push him off, instead angling her head to take more of his length inside her. 

The move almost looked instinctual, like this was not the first time his step-farther surprised her this way. Holden continued to rub his erection, unsure if he wanted his suspicions confirmed or not. 

It seemed Penny struggled to do her best, with her lips now a mere inch or two from his pelvis, but Graham wasn’t going to let her off easily. When her eyelids began to drop, Graham’s response was immediate.

“Keep those eyes open, don’t you fucking dare close them.”

Her eyes shot up, staring wide at both the man and the camera observing her. Maybe it was because she was afraid of incurring his wrath, or because she didn’t want to lose to him, but her panicked expression changed into one of resolve. Besides slowly narrowing her eyes as the seconds passed, she didn’t blink once. Silence quickly set upon the two of them, save for the wet sounds of her mouth reflexing to accommodate him. 

Holden watched as his mother from over three decades ago choked on his step-father’s girth, and shivered restlessly in his seat. Her vehement glare seemed to penetrate the TV screen she was portrayed on, and even though it was that bastard that was blocking her throat, it almost felt as if her disdain was meant for him. 

Blaming him, her son, for the situation she was in. 

That was absurd, of course, but the look she gave made Holden believe it. No words were exchanged, but even in the low light he could see there was no pleading in her eyes. Her nostrils flared, and convulsing noises started to get louder as she gurgled on her own saliva, but she stared down the man controlling her head all the same. 

With a wave of his hand, Graham finally released her hair in a satisfied gesture. Given her chance, Penny smoothly pushed her mouth off of him, dislodging his cock from her throat and erupting into a series of wet coughs the moment she was free.

“You’re getting better, Penny. I’ll make a fine bitch of out of you yet.” 

Large strands of drool splattered onto her chest and the floor, decorating her as she struggled to regain her breath. The hallway was now filled with sounds of the exasperated mother, who was forgetting —or perhaps not bothering— to quiet herself anymore.  

“Now be honest with me,” Graham said as he waited for her to finish. “You don’t really care about your brat growing up in a safe home. You don’t give a shit if he’s happy. You just can’t imagine living without me anymore, now that you’ve gotten a taste of what a real man can provide.”

He arrogantly slapped the underside of his dick against her forehead a few times, making a soft plap with each strike, before leaving it there to rest.

“Well? Tell me I’m wrong.”

His mother’s face was partly obscured by his dick, but Holden could still see her eyes on either side of it. She was staring daggers at him, and almost out of spite the volume of her gasps lowered.

“We can’t make so much n…noise,” she breathed, her words catching part way in her sticky throat. “I don’t want us to wake Holden.”

Graham chuckled, his voice low but audible. “Us? You’re the one causing a racket. I’d be happy to keep suffocating you if you think it’d help, though.”
Holden watched as his step-father raised his free hand, fearing that he was going to snatch at her locks again, but instead he wiped aside some of the hair that got into her face. 

Despite looking flushed, messy, and pissed, she was still erotically gorgeous. To any stranger watching, she could have easily passed for an up-and-coming porn star, and the way she cooperated with each demand made it difficult to believe she truly objected to her treatment.

It seemed like the mild resistance to this point was a front, and her next actions all but confirmed it. 

With the bulk of his cock resting on her face, Graham moved his body back to gently drag its underside down the bridge of her nose, until its tip bounced off and stopped just at her mouth’s entrance. Once more it was in position to ravage her, only this time it stayed wobbling in place.

Holden’s mom eyed the dangerous thing, almost with respect, and dared not to look away. Graham spoke, his voice carrying clearly and without care for softness anymore.

“Quit playing the good mom, Penny. You know you love being my whore.”

A silent eternity passed. Then, Holden’s mom slowly, sensually, leaned forward and curled her lip over the top of its swollen head, and enveloped it in a large kiss.

“Fuck.”

Holden cursed the same moment his step-father did. It was too much. In a motion of swift movements, his own erect member was now freed from his pants, and he tugged away ashamedly at the scene. 

Likewise, his mom also abandoned any act of contempt from before. Both of her hands, which had still been planted on his thighs, were brought down towards his groin, and quickly encircled the abusive cock she was now bathing with licks. Her fingers squeezed the circumference enough just to grip it, and together with her mouth, used them to travel back and forth along the cock’s surface.

It was elegant. Her focus on pleasuring him from all sides, adoring his cock using her lips, hands, and ever active tongue, was a sight to behold. She was an expert, completely enthralled with her work.

“That’s it. Show me how grateful you are for adopting you and that little shit. Suck it good, bitch.”

If Penny was bothered by the comments about her son, she didn’t show it. Instead, she redoubled her efforts, wringing her hands at the root of the cock’s mass while visibly dunking her head down onto its length. Within moments, the wet sounds of a mouth sliding down a saliva-coated dick returned to the hallway with vigor.

Due to the limitations of the Hi8 tape, the recording could barely capture his mom’s head movements in the grainy darkness. However, the sound was impressively vivid, making up for the visual quality by picking up every subtle slurp and sucking noise that came out of her mouth. 

Of course, Graham’s goading was audible as well.

“I’m going to put that body to use, slut,” Graham groaned, resting his palm on the top of her hair. “The way it was meant to be. It pisses me off thinking how many men got to shoot their loads past those pretty lips of yours, but at least now you’re MY personal cum-eating whore. Isn’t that right?”

Holden felt his heart drop. It was true both of them mentioned her clients earlier, but as far as he always knew, his mother worked as a house cleaner before she met Graham. 

So, in reality, his mom was a prostitute?

As if to answer, Penny pulled her mouth from his cock, kissed it enthusiastically, and whispered up to the camera while pressing the tip against her cheek. She was smiling now.

“Mhm, I’m your whore now, baby.”

“It’s a shame some fuckwad pumped a brat into you, but oh well. It’s not like I’ll let the little shit get in the way of my fun. In fact, I’m sure I can find ways to involve him with it, too.”

At that last part, her smile faltered a bit, and a look of concern returned to her face as she pulled back from him.

“Involve? What do you mean?”

“Well for starters, we could take this fun we’re having into his bedroom. Little Holdy can suck on his bottle while mommy sucks on her own treat right beside his crib. A real family bonding moment, haha.”

Penny clearly didn’t approve of the idea, and was quick to mollify him. “Baby, please don’t. Use me however you want. I’ll treat you like the only man of my life, and wear whatever outfits you like. I’ll even tuck Holden in while wearing them, just like tonight.” 

She planted an extra tender kiss on the swollen head before finishing. “Maybe next time, mommy will put her little boy to bed with nothing but fishnets on.”

Graham groaned with approval. “Mmm, there’s an idea.”

She smiled teasingly, stroking him more. “See? I’ll still be only yours, and we can have our fun. Just ignore my son. He’ll be a good boy, and he can be out of the way as far as you care.”

“Oh, fuck.” His hips were thrusting more with her hand movements. He was close. “You should ignore him more too, Pen. Let him cry for his mommy while I’m pounding her pussy.”

Her stroking didn’t miss a beat. “Mmm, well you better make me cry louder, then,” she winked. 

Without warning, cum erupted from Graham’s cock. It jetsoned straight into the brunette’s nose and mouth, causing sounds of indignation and annoyance as she tried to swerve her face away much too late. In seconds, she was coated with jizz. 

When it was over, it was obvious she wanted to lay into Graham for the sudden spray down. She kept her temper, however, and settled for scowling up at him. He merely shrugged back.

“Heh, sorry. Just thinking about you screaming for my cock as the brat went hungry made me nut. I can’t wait to do it for real.”

“Ugh, you’re awful.”

Graham suddenly and violently grabbed the back of her head, shaking and then tilting her to look right up at the camera lens. She looked incredibly vulnerable, kneeling naked below him with that mess of cum and drool coating her body. 

“Bitch, I haven’t even begun being awful. All of this tonight was only a taste of what’s coming. You got some things right, though. You’re definitely going to do everything I say, and that’s going to include messing with that brat of yours. Forget ignoring him, I’m going to make his life hell.”

With that, he knelt down, bringing the camera eye-level to her and getting a clearer view of the art he left on her face. Each glob was prominent and massive. She truly looked like a pornstar at the end of a shoot, and if the look of pleading underneath all the cum was noticeable to the bastard, he rejected it calmly with a few simple words.

“And the best part, Pen? You’re going to help me.”

Before the mother painted with cum and saliva could respond, the image disappeared into a static haze. Holden blinked for a moment before realizing what happened. Graham had stopped recording. 

***

Returning to the renewed silence of his living room, Holden could feel his heart drumming like crazy. Using the appropriate breaking point, he paused the tape’s playback to take in his surroundings. His beer had long since been empty, the ambient noise of his A/C unit droned on, and despite his mother looking at him through the screen a moment ago, no one was around to see him holding his erection.

The interruption to the action also allowed his consciousness to fully take in what he watched, along with what his step-father had promised.

So, from the very beginning, his step-father aspired to torturing and humiliating him, all because he was birthed by his “personal cum-eating whore.” Not only that, but he enjoyed twisting his mother to participate in this sick pleasure as well. In a way, the tapes were proof of his commitment to being a bastard. Graham was a lecherous and unapologetic sadist, from beginning to end. 

A long buried, cold hate for his step-father rekindled and began to smolder inside of Holden, and yet, he also needed to acknowledge the hand stroking his penis. There was no escaping it. He was getting off on watching his mother be slutty and erotic on camera, and worse: he wanted to see more. Despite everything, he wanted to know how she looked in complete heat, and furthermore, how exactly she was going to help in her own son’s humiliation at the hands of his step-father. 

It was easy to rationalize, he thought. The events happened already in the past, so there was no harm done in rewatching whatever transpired. It wouldn’t change anything either way. No matter what, he would still be estranged from his family, and watching how his mom grew to condone Graham’s child abuse wouldn’t push her away any further.

That might’ve just been his dick talking, though.

Nevertheless, Holden relaxed his shoulders, gave his dick another squeeze, and resumed the tape’s play.

A second or two of static later, the tape cleared up and played into the next take. From the moment it started, Penny was already on her knees, sucking Graham’s cock. 

This time the scene was slightly different, though. She was no longer giving fellatio down the hallway, but immediately outside his bedroom door. The nightlight’s glow was also now off to the side and much closer, illuminating more of the young mother’s body and more of her erotic wardrobe.

On that note, this time she really was wearing nothing but fishnet stockings. Thanks to the closer lighting, the camera pointing down on her was able to capture not only the netting’s tightness as it clung around her legs, but also the opening between them, revealing the naked, trimmed bush of her pussy.

“Yeah, that’s it, bitch,” Graham said, not all that quietly. “Suck that cock. Suck it right outside where your brat is sleeping. Let him hear mommy choke and gag as it slides down her throat.”

Holden’s mother, dutifully slurping and swallowing Graham’s shaft once again, was aware of her proximity to her sleeping son, and appeared to at least try and quell the amount of noise she made. The speed of her head slowed as she came up for air, reducing the sounds it caused on release. However, Graham caught on to this quickly, and shoved her back onto him at points where she had no choice but to gurgle and strain herself.

“I don’t think so,” he scolded her. “Remember, my pleasure is what’s most important, and I want you to gag, spittle, and gasp on that cock like a drowning whore. You don’t get to breathe until you’re dying for it.”

Penny glared up at him, but nevertheless redoubled her effort. The squelching, wet noises of lip on cock got louder, and as the minutes passed, Penny became completely absorbed in the worship of Graham’s dick. Again and again, she would engulf its length until her nose tickled his pubic hair, get to the point of tears, and shoot off of it in a desperate wail, dragging the thickest and bubbliest saliva strands back with her. 

The close presence of her son’s bedroom behind her became a secondary concern, and she even began to massage at her clit towards the end. One hand would circle at her womanhood, and the other would pull at his girth.

Even as Graham came, she made a show of holding his cock inside her mouth for several seconds before releasing him, breathing and moaning heavily for his benefit as the last white drops drizzled onto her lips and neck. When he was finished, her tongue poked out and hung for Graham and the camera to see. 

There was a pool of the cum she caught visible on top, and she tilted her head back before curling it inside with a lip-smacking swallow. 

“How’s that for a drowning whore,” she moaned, gazing up at the camera. “But with cum that good, I guess I wouldn’t mind drowning in it.” 

Then, the recording cut out, before returning once more. Another take ended. Another night began.

What followed afterwards appeared to be a series of shorter recordings that were identical to the second, almost like a mashup of cuts of the same scene over and over. Sometimes Penny was wearing a negligee, other times it was panties and bra, or simply nothing at all. Sometimes her hair would be styled differently, or be a tad bit longer than the one before. However, the core details would always be the same. It would start right outside Holden’s door, and it would show his mom on her knees, giving Graham a deep, passionate cock cleanse. Add in some dirty talk, a lot of gurgling and choking that would end with a messy facial, and repeat.

There was one escalating change Holden did notice as each scene played out, though. At first, the recordings showed his mom at least trying to restrain her eagerness, the beginning noises she created usually being muffled and discreet. It was clear his mom was still putting in some effort to compose herself, despite always eventually getting louder and welcoming the abuse.

With each successive shot, however, Holden noticed that she was becoming less lax with her own noise reduction. He wasn’t sure how much time was passing between each recording, but by the twelfth time, she was now abandoning all pretenses of trying to be quiet. Moans echoed the hall freely, Graham would swear without being chastised, and the wet sloshing of cock was only ever interrupted by heavy coughs and panting.

However, it was the next recording where the routine finally stopped. In it, Penny was beneath Graham the same as ever (this time wearing white panties and a matching tank top), but this time their conversation went in a different direction about midway through. 

“Oh God,” she whined, pulling herself off after deepthroating him again. “Babe, please. How many more times do we have to do this? Holden’s starting to notice something’s wrong.”

Graham grunted. “The brat? Hmmph, I doubt it. He can’t even tell the difference between the TV and the microwave for fucks sake.”

“It’s true, though. He tells me that… well that there’s a slurpy monster outside his room. I think it’s the sounds he’s hearing.”

Graham laughed heartily, causing Holden’s mom to try in vain to hush him. “Oh yeah? Did you tell him that ol’ slurpy is actually mommy slurping on wet daddy dick?”

She ignored his prod. “We need to stop this soon, please. He’ll get to the point where he’ll know better. He might even remember this when he’s older.”

Despite her progressive enthusiasm for the act, it seemed she finally reached her breaking point and was putting her foot down on the issue. He stood silent before her for a moment, not saying anything. Probably pretending to contemplate her plea, Holden thought.

“All right, I suppose I recorded enough of this. How about we do one more night, then. You can even tell him you’ll defeat the monster for him. Just… one little extra thing, to tie it all together.”

Penny gulped some of the saliva still in her throat. “A thing? What is it?”

Instead of hearing his plan, the recording cut out, fizzled in static for a second, and then progressed to what would be the final shot of the tape.

***

The way this scene started was distinct from the rest. The camera was perfectly still, meaning it was likely on a tripod instead of being held by Graham. It was down the hallway once again, pointed towards the bedroom similar to the first night, but the door this time was ajar.

Once the recording started, a naked Graham stepped out in front and walked towards the doorway until just out of sight from within, listening with his arms crossed to the conversation inside. It sounded like his mom was talking to him again.

“Did my little Shaggy enjoy Halloween? Did he get lots of candy?” His mom from within asked in a cutesy voice.

“Yeah.”

“Very good! You’ll be able to eat some of it tomorrow, but umm, only if you promise to stay in bed until morning, okay?”

Little Holden must’ve worn a confused look, because the young mother elaborated further.

“You see, mommy’s going to get rid of the slurpy monster, sweetie. You know the thing making all those sounds you hear? It’ll be all taken care of after tonight.”

“…Mommy fight slurpy?”

“That’s right. Also…” There was a brief, hesitant pause. “I think I’m going to need Scooby’s protection. He can help mommy be brave and fight the monster, just like he does on TV. Is it all right if I borrow him?”

The Holden watching realized she must’ve been referring to the stuffed Scooby-Doo plushie he owned for as long as he could remember. It was one of the only belongings to this day he still held onto from his past. 

There was no answer, but given the follow-up remark, Holden imagined his younger self handing the toy to his mother.

“Thank you, sweetie. You’re so kind. Remember, be a good boy for mommy and don’t make any noise, no matter what you hear. Mommy needs to concentrate on beating off slurpy tonight. It might sound like she’s in trouble, but don’t worry. That’s just mommy doing a good job.” 

Another pause of confusion before little Holden responded. “No noise?”

“That’s right, sweetie. Not a sound.”

“…Okay.”

After what must have been his mother tucking him in, the light turned off and she emerged from the bedroom and stood facing Graham, who watched with a grin on his face. 

To Holden’s surprise, his mother’s outfit was tame compared to the other nights. She was wearing a Daphne costume from Scooby-Doo, with the complete ensemble of purple mini-dress, scarf, and headband. Her curvy figure complimented the dress well, and while not completely erotic, it hugged her form enough to give anyone walking down the street a sight to see.

In one of her hands was the stuffed animal. With the other she closed the door behind her and then addressed Graham, glancing over once at the positioned camera.

“Did we really need to do this on Halloween?”

“Sure. He thinks it’s a monster, right? We might as well have you dressed in something appropriate since you’ll be beating me off, after all.” 
Unamused at him poking fun at her choice of words, he continued on. “Besides, you want to be a super mom that saves your kid, don’t you? Or, are you finally done pretending you love that brat?”

“Stop that. You know these games outside his door are your idea.”

Graham said nothing, but stepped closer and leaned in to kiss her. While initially cold and not reciprocating him, her lips did follow his up as he parted from her.

“So,” she exclaimed, turning her head down and indicating to the toy in her hands. “What did you want me to do with this, exactly?”

Graham smirked, taking the toy from her hands, and simply dropping it to the floor beneath her. “Absolutely nothing, Penny. Just do what always comes natural.”

With that he rose his palms up, applied firm pressure on her shoulders, guiding her body down until she faced his fully elongated erection. 

“Let’s give the brat a convincing performance,” he snarled, placing his hands on each side of her head and shoving his cock forward.

Penny was ready for it, bracing herself against his legs like Holden watched her do many times. This time Graham held her in place longer than usual, churning his cock within her mouth with emphasized roughness. Before long she started to tremble in place. The purple dress, already straining from her kneeled position, rose higher on her thigh with each thrust, riding up around the curve of her ass and gradually showing off more of the pink panties she wore underneath.

When her eyes began to water, Graham at last pulled his dick from her mouth. Penny gasped and coughed, immediately spitting the excess saliva down below to breathe better.

Seconds passed. Drool was still trickling down from her lips, but Penny opened her mouth and braced for more abuse. It was unusual that Graham was giving her more time to recover, though. When Graham didn’t resume, she cocked her head in confusion, before looking down at what he was glancing at.

While some of the spit landed on her chest, a fair amount of it was directed to the floor. The stuffed dog was speckled with her bubbly expulsion, and the freshest strain of drool plopped right down from her lips onto its fluffy head.

“Wha, no…” Penny tried to shift herself to the side in protest, but Graham firmly kept her in place. 

“What’s the big deal? It’s just a fucking toy.”

To emphasize his opinion, he rammed his cock through into her mouth a few more times. Penny was not nearly as ready as before, and within a few seconds she pushed him back and vomited up even more spit and discharge in front of her. The fur now shone with sticky, slimy residue.

“Come on, slut. Don’t stop there. I want full, fucking, coverage.”

With Graham’s intentions clear, he went back to his tactic of suffocating her with his girth. The sounds the two of them created as Graham face fucked Holden’s mother were torrential, like a plunger was violating the world’s most backed-up toilet. Yet, even as Penny cried, choked, and shook, she would spew out the resulting soup of precum, saliva, and vomit, and then open her mouth to accept his cock once more.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, watching her now aim for the toy below her. “Let it all out. Let the brat know how you really feel. Here, I’ll join ya…”

Graham made a scene of inhaling hard into his throat, before hocking a loogie down like a bullet. It narrowly missed the back of Penny’s head, instead smacking onto Scooby’s ear and dissipating into his fur. 

“You’re wrong. It’s not like I hate him,” she said, yet letting drip a spitball of her own that hit one of the spots on target. “What we’re doing is so spiteful, Graham. He doesn’t deserve this.”

“Hush,” he said, almost softly. “It’s necessary to prove a point. You don’t need to lie to me, Penny. Come on.”

In an out-of-place gesture of kindness, he held out one of his hands and helped her up. Once she was back on her feet, he brought her close and kissed at her neck, deftly lifting the skirt of her dress over her hips while doing so. 

In the middle of all of these motions, Graham leaned his mass more and more into her, shifting his body into hers and causing Penny to step back until she was pressed against the door.

“Admit it, being a bad mom makes you wet,” he growled into her ear.

She didn’t answer him, instead dragging her hands along his broad, muscled back. Graham was unperturbed and sawed his cock along the outside of her panties, edging her further. 

“I know you resent that brat, you slut. When it was just the two of you in that apartment, it was on your mind constantly. You could have had so much more fun without him. You could go to more parties with your friends, fuck more men to make more money, and just enjoy your life the way you used to. The moment he showed up, your little accident was getting in the way of everything.”

“Mmm, it’s not his fault, though,” she struggled to deny him. “He’s just a boy, he­– oh my God!”

Graham pushed the fabric of the underwear aside and slid his well-prepped cock easily into her. There was no resistance to his penetration whatsoever.

“He’s nothing, Penny. Just mouth to feed. You know it even if you won’t say it. A good mother would try and play with her child to help him develop, but you’ve loved the attention I’ve given you so much, you’ve been almost ignoring him to play with me instead.”

“That’s… haah, not true…”

His pelvis was now pushing fully into her womanhood. His hands supported her butt in a firm grip, and while she was now trapped between him and the door, the way her legs were now wrapping instinctually around his thighs showed she wasn’t too concerned about it.  

He nibbled on her ear and whispered just loudly enough for the camera’s microphone to pick up. “Remember when he was crying on your birthday, so we fucked in the basement where we couldn’t hear him?”

She cooed in confirmation. “Ahh. T-that was only for a few hours, though.”

He thrusted into her hard, and her ass banged audibly into the door behind her. “Or the times I’ve distracted you from feeding him, just so I could put one more creampie inside this tight cunt of yours?

Penny whimpered, losing strength to resist. “Quiet, he’ll hear you…”

“We’re way past that. We both know it.” With ease, Graham bounced the young mother on his crotch several times, thumping her ass against the wooden door behind her. The soft, wet sounds of moving cock became audible again. “I’ll wake the little shit up with you screaming my name if I so please. Feel free to climb off me if you think that’s a bad idea, though.”

The mom did not dismount or let go. Fluids could now be seen dripping from between her legs, though not as profusely as from her mouth earlier.

“Okay, so I’m a bad mother,” she breathed. “Is that what you want to hear so badly? Is it?”

“No, Penny. I want to hear that we will do everything together to make you the filthiest, dirtiest, sluttiest mother that brat will never know.”

“Never? So then that camera, that’s not…”

He smiled. “It’s for me, babe. Just making memories for us to remember how bad we’ve been.”

A look of relief washed over the mom, followed by more moans as he redoubled his pussy pounding. Whatever reserves she still held had evaporated hearing that lie, and she started to howl in pleasure as her body smacked into her son’s bedroom door.

Out of all the recordings, this was easily the loudest she’d ever been. It was almost like she was playing up the noise level for his benefit, now.

“Fuck me,” she whined, clinging her legs tighter around him. “Fuck this bad mommy.”

Her wetness from her aroused crotch was spilling, and the droplets jolting around rained down to join the drool, spit, and goo already coating the poor toy below them.

Graham, satisfied that he got her this far, seemed ready to escalate her to the climax. “So, you admit it, then. You admit you love being my whore more than you love being a mom.”

“Fuck, yes. I love being your whore, babe. Being a mom isn’t worth missing out on your dick.”

“Between your brat’s happiness and mine, which is more important?”

“Yours, baby.”

“And if I decide to keep bullying your worthless, dumb, pathetic spawn of a child, you’re going to help me, right?”

“Hnngh, yes, Graham. I’ll help you bully my little boy. My brat.”

That last word, her disdainful admission of her son’s wretchedness, set Graham off. He lurched her against the door with incredible strength, making Penny’s voice reverberate and shake like a lustful engine.

With an unhinged roar, Graham slammed his crotch into the mother’s pussy with deliberate force, each strike shaking down more pussy juice onto the floor. The wet noises made by the pistoning cock were matched only by Penny’s howls of ecstasy, as she screamed praises to God and swore like there wasn’t a child in the neighborhood, never mind ten feet away. 

At last, the two of them calmed down. The sloshing noises of dick in vagina ceased, and all that could be heard in the next moment was their heavy breathing. 

First one leg then the other, Holden’s mom climbed off of Graham’s body, and he too backed off from her, his shining, twitching dick slowly shrinking.

Looking down, Graham reached between his legs and jerked his cock with a quick flick, sending the last drops of cum onto the plushie’s head. Penny looked at the toy, herself more or less level-headed now, and commented on its state. 

“Well, I guess I’ll take this downstairs and throw it in the laundry. He can have it back in the morning.”

“I don’t think so, Pen. No need to wait. Go back in there and give it to him.”

Penny turned up from the toy to him. Uncertainty flowed back into her face, but there was a tinge of excitement there too. 

She bent down and picked up the doll. The sticky, slimy exterior was clearly unpleasant to touch, and she cradled the toy in her fingers gingerly as she stood up.

“Really?” She said, almost teasingly.  “Give it to him like this?”

“Hmm. Yeah, you know what? You’re right…”

Graham shot one more wad of spit onto the toy. Penny’s eyebrows rose, but the look of shock didn’t last long. He reached between her legs and rubbed at her exposed mound with his fingers. He nodded at her expectantly, manipulating her with his right hand as his left turned the door knob and opened the door behind her.

Penny bit her lip and closed her eyes, relishing his touch. If little Holden was awake inside and peered over his sheets, he would see the dark, round silhouette of his mother and her exposed ass cheeks.

She opened her eyes. “So bad,” she mouthed, before letting loose a slim strand of spit from her lips, and letting it fall gently onto the same spot Graham hit his.

“Only the beginning,” he reminded her. He let go of her pussy and guided her body to turn around, allowing her to pull the hem of her dress back down before slapping her ass to issue her inside.

With quiet steps, Holden’s mom disappeared from the camera’s view. Graham watched Penny enter the room for a few seconds, before turning back to the camcorder.

Striding towards it, the man smirked, flipped his middle finger square in the center of the lens, and reached over the camcorder to stop the recording.

Several seconds passed into a minute, then two, but no more footage appeared. Suddenly the playback stopped, and Holden was left once again to his own self. Tape one was finally finished.
***

Holden’s hands were shaking. His nerves, like his mind, seemed to have gone into shock, and it took flexing them repeatedly for a few minutes before he could hold them still. He forgot all about stroking himself, though his dick remained hard throughout the ordeal.

Comprehending what he saw, Holden felt conflicted about whether he should’ve been surprised at the end or not. He knew Graham was a scumbag. He made it a point to be so, and had business partners who both admired and feared him for the amount of power he threw around. It wasn’t a secret. The man took pleasure in twisting the knife in people where it would hurt most, almost to a sadistic science.

The only two people growing up who were impervious to his whims –or so he thought– were his sister, who got anything she could ever desire, and his mother.

…His mother. When he was a teenager, he tried to piece it together. Why did she stick around such a horrible man for so long? She had to have seen the abuse he was causing her son, and how much the bastard made his life hell. Was the money and security he provided worth her son’s humiliation?
It was worse than he could’ve imagined. Her tolerance wasn’t despite his humiliation. It was part of it.

Then, he remembered her last words. She even said she would help Graham bully Holden. He tried to recall, but in all his life, he could never remember his mom ever being the one being mean to him. She was never the most attentive, but she supported him where he thought it counted.

The question nagged at his brain. What could she have possibly done to support him?

Holden looked at the stack of unwatched tapes underneath the television, and then at his throbbing erection. He was doing exactly what his step-father wanted. He knew that, and he hated it. Yet the night was young. No matter how bad the revelations got, he knew he was alive, right here and now. And right now, he was frustrated, curious, and horny, and before he could convince himself otherwise, he had already swapped in the next tape into the player.

“Please tell me it doesn’t get worse than this, mom,” Holden muttered to himself. “You didn’t let him get away with everything, right?”

He felt like he already knew the answer, but he pressed play anyway. 