I'm not the author, but I saved this and the original seems to be lost.

ONE.

I knew something was wrong the moment I walked in. I just got home from school and the house felt...wrong. Maybe it was the eerie silence. Usually there was some background noise--tv, vacuum, Mom working in the kitchen--something. But not today.

"Mom? I'm home," I called.

Nothing.

I made my way to my room. The door was open. As I drew nearer, I did start to hear...something. I couldn't identify it, but the hair stood up on the back of my neck for some reason. Cautiously, I stepped in.

Mom was sitting on my bed. My GoPro was in her hand, and she was staring at it with a wooden expression on her face. The sound I'd heard was the video--the sound of a shower running, and some low moaning. Oh shit!

I was dead.

"Hello, Buddy." She tapped the screen to pause the vid and finally looked up at me. "I found this camera your father and I bought you for your 15th birthday a couple of months ago, after you begged and begged for it. So you could record yourself on your bike, you said. Share with your friends, you said. Would you like to know where I found it? It was on a shelf in the bathroom, stuck in behind some other things. That's a funny place for him to leave it, I thought. Then I noticed it was recording. That's funny, too, I thought. So I played back the video. There was you, placing the camera. And then a whole bunch of nothing, and then I came in and found it. Now that's really funny, I thought."

Despite her calm demeanor, I was literally shaking in my boots, listening to her calm and reasonable tone. I was frozen like a deer in the headlights, about to piss down my own leg as she stood up and came toward me, still talking in a normal voice.

"So I came in here, and I put in a couple of your other memory cards. You know, check out your other videos. Found some really 'cool' stuff of you on your bike. And then I found THIS!"

With the shouted last word she thrust the camera screen in front of my face. Frozen on the screen was a shot of the shower. My mother, naked behind the glass door, was squatting with the spray nozzle pointed between her legs, face contorted in ecstasy. I swear my soul left my body--You're on your own, Bud.

"Now that's really fucking funny, isn't it?" she said in a low voice.

I stared into her blazing green eyes. Her cheeks were flushed scarlet. Her painted red lips were parted in a dangerous snarl, showing her even white teeth clenched in fury. I was frozen. The moment seemed to last an eternity, my life hanging in the balance. She continued holding the lurid picture in my face. I knew she was waiting for me to speak.

"Uh..." I finally managed to find my voice.

SLAP!

Her hand shot up and caught me across the face so fast I never saw it coming. I was spun halfway around by the force of the blow. Stunned, I quailed before her sudden fury, backing away as she rained more slaps about my head and shoulders.

"THIS ISN'T THE ONLY ONE, EITHER, IS IT? I FOUND SEVERAL OF ME CHANGING CLOTHES, TAKING SHOWERS, EVEN PEEING! HOW DARE YOU INVADE MY PRIVACY LIKE THIS! WHAT KIND OF A FUCKING PERVERT SPIES ON HIS OWN MOTHER? DO YOU GET OFF, SEEING ME NAKED? SEEING ME MASTURBATE? YOUR OWN MOTHER? YOU LITTLE WEASEL! YOU FUCKING PERVERTED LITTLE WEASEL!"

Despite being a good 5 inches smaller than my 5 foot 10, Mom kicked my ass. She chased me, slapping and screaming until I ended up falling onto my bed, protectively covering my head with my arms. When it finally ended, I looked up at her, standing over me, long blonde hair disheveled, big tits heaving under her white blouse with her furious heavy breathing. God damn she was sexy.

Fury seemingly spent, Mom stood up straight with a deep, calming breath, raking back her hair. She looked back down at me coldly. "Take down your pants," she said, turning away.

I lay there gaping after her uncertainly as she went to retrieve the camera which she had dropped to the carpet during her onslaught. Her short red skirt stretched tight across her thick ass, and rode up so high as she bent over that I could see the tops of her white stockings. I could even see a bit of skin above the stocking, and the clips from her garter belt that held her stockings up.

Funny, I hadn't noticed her stockings right off. In all my videos, never had she been wearing garter belt and stockings. And shiny red high heels... I quickly snapped my gaze away as she stood back up and turned toward me again. I managed to meet her eye as she stopped, giving me that 'Mom look'--arched eyebrow, and that expression on her face that said, "I'm waiting."

"H-huh?" I asked dumbly.

"You heard me, take down your pants," she ordered offhandedly as she began messing with the camera. "You're going to get what you deserve."

I lay there, staring up at her in disbelief. A spanking? I couldn't believe it! I hadn't been spanked since I was like eleven...

"GET UP! TAKE DOWN YOUR PANTS!" she suddenly screamed, the fury returning. "Unless you want me to take this straight to your father," she added threateningly.

I jumped up, immediately beginning to unbuckle my belt as I watched her pop the memory card out of the cam. I turned my back as I lowered my pants to half-mast.

"Underpants, too," came the cold command.

I hesitated only a second before pushing my boxers down. Hell, I could take a whipping from Mom. Even bare-assed, it was a hell of a lot more preferable than what Dad might do to me. I just prayed she wasn't going to tell him.

"Have you showed this to your friends?" she came around and held the card up before me.

I know. Lie, dumbass. But I was too scared, and too flustered at standing there with my shit exposed to think straight.

"U-uh, a c-couple," I stammered.

For a second I thought she was going to slap me again, and actually flinched when she moved. But she merely turned away and stepped over to my desk. "Whom did you show?" she asked icily.

"Geordie," I muttered, inwardly kicking myself for not lying. Idiot! "And Pudge."

"Geordie and Pudge," she repeated thoughtfully. "I suppose they've been jerking off to it, too."

Too? She couldn't know...

I remained silent, keeping an eye on her as she popped a new card in my GoPro, coming back behind me. I heard her kick the door shut. What the fuck? Glancing over my shoulder, I saw her looking at the screen, punching buttons. Then she held it up, pointing it at me.

"Turn around," she ordered, still looking at the screen.

"What?"

Looking past the camera at me, the eyebrow went up again. I turned around. She looked back at the screen and moved to record me, up and down.

"Move your hands."

This wasn't a spanking. I stared at her in disbelief. "Mommm," I whined.

"I told you you were going to get what you deserve," she replied. Another threatening look.

"Mom, I'm sorry!" I pleaded.

"Move-your-fucking-hands," she bit off each word, staring at me coldly.

Seeing I had no choice, I removed my hands from my junk.

"Ah, there's the little guy," Mom purred with satisfaction. She came forward, leaning down to take a close-up. She looked up at me. "Take off that shirt. It's blocking my light."

I grunted in protest, but dutifully pulled my t-shirt over my head.

"Yes, that's better," she smiled wickedly, refocusing on my dick. "Disgusting little pee-pee." She panned the camera up my naked torso, catching every inch before settling on my face. "Go ahead and get out of those, too." She waved her free hand vaguely at my legs.

Hanging my head in shame, I sank down on the edge of the bed to awkwardly pull off my boots, then kick out of my jeans and boxers. Lastly, because I didn't want to be told to do so, I took off my socks. All the time, Mom was moving around me, recording everything. Now completely naked, I started to rise.

"No, stay there," Mom stopped me. I looked up at her questioningly. Her attention remained focused on the screen. "Lean back," she instructed. "That's right. Now spread your legs--that's it. Let your tiny little pee-pee hang down there, with your ugly little balls. Just like your father, fucking ugly balls." She shook her head disgustedly, zooming in with the cam. "At least you've done a good job manscaping. Glad to see you've put that trimmer we got you to good use. If I want your dad's done, I have to do it myself--and suck his fucking cock to get him to stand for it."

I was shocked by her language. I had never heard her talk like this before. Sure, I'd heard her curse--plenty of f-bombs--but talking about blowing him? And not only looking right at my junk, but so clearly unimpressed by the sight. Mostly I felt humiliated.

"Okay, are we done?" I demanded, face burning with embarrassment.

Mom laughed as she backed away for a full body view with the cam. "Oh no," she answered gleefully. "Now you're gonna touch yourself!"

"What? I ain't gonna do that!" I proclaimed, beginning to rise and reach for my pants.

"Sit your ass down, fucker!" Mom snarled with such venom--momentarily forgetting the camera and stepping forward threateningly--that I instinctively fell back into position. "Have you forgotten why we're here, you perverted little weasel?" She pointed an accusing finger at me as she ranted, face once again going red with rage. "YOU hid this camera, spying on your own mother! YOU thought it was okay to watch ME touch myself! How many times have you jerked off, watching me? Well now I'M going to watch YOU! Grab that pathetic little pee-pee! That's right, pick it up! Wrap you're hand around it! Now, JERK IT! Jerk it like you have a thousand times before, you fucking little pervert!"

I wanted to protest, but she gave me no opening. Helpless before her anger, I did as I was told. She swung the camera back into position as I timidly took my dick in my hand and began to stroke it weakly. Not surprisingly, he was in no mood to cooperate. My dick stayed as limp as last week's lettuce.

After several minutes of recording me flogging my soft log, Mom lowered the cam. She stood with hands on hips, looking down on me with disgust.

"Can't you even get a hardon? You're a fucking teenager--you horny little bastards can't help but walk around with an erection 90 percent of the time, rubbing up against everything in sight! You're never going to please a girl with that pathetic little limp pee-pee!"

Burning with shame, I finally dropped my dick in humiliation. On the verge of tears, my eyes looked at the floor, at the clock on my bedside table, at my own worthless hanging junk, anywhere but into her eyes as she stood towering over me. I couldn't help, however, continually glancing at her big titties as they strained the buttons of her blouse, stretching the fabric tight. Her hard nipples were standing out like bullets.

"Pathetic," she was muttering scornfully. Then she noticed my eyes straying to her chest. She looked down. "Oh, I see!" she exclaimed with exaggerated comprehension. "Fucking little pervert can't even get hard unless he's staring at his Mommy's body, is that it?" she snorted with disgust. "Well, let's give the pervert what he needs, then, by all means."

I shook my head slowly in denial, but couldn't tear my eyes away as she began unbuttoning her blouse with one hand, the other once again pointing the camera my way. She reached the last button, then untucked her shirttail and pulled her blouse open, revealing her over-stuffed white bra. I could see her darker nipples through the lacy material. She touched one erect nipple, pinching it through the gossamer fabric, then grabbed the edge and slowly pulled the cup down to reveal the bare titty.

"Oh, there he is!" she exclaimed, looking at my dick through the camera screen. She lifted her foot and nudged it with the pointed toe of her red shoe. Sure enough, it was rapidly beginning to chub up, especially when she touched it. Smiling triumphantly, but somehow still radiating scorn, she switch hands on the cam and pulled the other tit out of her bra. "Now grab it," she hissed. "Take it in your hand and jerk it off!"

I did that, grabbing my rising prick and immediately beginning to stroke while staring in wonder at Mom's bare tits. I had seen them lots of times on video, but that was nothing compared to 'in the flesh'. Big, white, round globes of titty-meat, with stiff, fat, red nips. I could see traceries of pale blue veins beneath the gleaming white skin. I could see the excited little bumps standing up in the wide pink circles around the hard red nipples. And she was touching them with her free hand, squeezing the soft, pliant flesh, pinching and pulling the erect knobs like they were made out of rubber instead of sensitive flesh and blood.

And all the while she was cursing me in a low, husky voice that retained its scornful tone despite the growing excitement in her green eyes as she watched me jack it through the tiny screen on my own GoPro.

"That's right, you nasty little fuck. Jerk it. Pull on your cock. Dirty little pee-pee. Fucking little perv. Can't get a fucking erection unless you're peeping at your own mother. Jerking off, staring at Mommy's tits. Perverted little weasel Peeping Tom fuck. Stroke that pathetic little thing. Fucking animal. Fucking weasel. Look at you, you don't even care, do you? Looking at Mommy's naked tits while you play with your dirty little thing. Well how about Mommy's panties, hmm? I bet you want to see Mommy's panties, too--Mommy's panties and her ass."

As she said this, she began pulling on her tight red skirt, lifting it over her flaring hips to bunch up around her waist, revealing tiny white lacy panties framed by her garters. She turned, keeping the camera trained on me, and thrust her thick white ass out. The tiny thong disappeared between the two big white moons of her round ass, a tight white garter stretched over each globe to frame it so goddamn sexily.

I jerked my dick like there was no tomorrow, still listening to her berating diatribe. Now, however, the more she belittled and humiliated me, the hotter I got. For some reason, my fear and shame only heightened my growing excitement. The more foul-mouthed and contemptuous she became, the harder I jacked it.

And she was recording the whole thing.

And she was right--I didn't care.

She turned back around. "So fucking pathetic--jerking your sorry little excuse for a cock in front of your mother. Staring at Mommy's tits and ass. Her panties. I bet if I showed you my pussy you'd nut all over yourself, wouldn't you, pervert? Disgusting little pervert likes to watch Mommy touch her pussy in the shower, don't you, you little pervert?"

She ran her fingers over the front of her lacy white panties. Moving to stand with her feet spread apart, she rubbed herself between the legs. My unblinking eyes were riveted. I held my breath and jacked my dick, staring raptly as her red-painted nails slipped beneath the flimsy fabric. I could see the lumps of her fingers moving under the crotch of her panties, touching herself. Then she pulled her panties aside, exposing her bald pussy, thrusting it out towards me as she ran her middle finger down the wet slit and pushed it into the hole.

She was right again. I nutted all over myself.

"Oh yes! Squirt it, you disgusting little pig! Jerk it and squirt it all over yourself! Look at Mommy's pussy! Unh! Unh! Look at it, pervert! CUM! UNGH! CUM ALL OVER, YOU FUCKING LITTLE PERVERT! UNGH! UNGH! PEEPING TOM PERVERT! FUCKING... UNGH!... PERVERTED... UNGH!... FUUUUUCK!"

I watched in disbelief as she frigged her pussy wildly, screaming at me as I shot my own goo onto my stomach. I couldn't believe what was happening--Mom was cumming, watching me cumming, showing me herself, berating me for looking. It had become so unreal that my brain couldn't comprehend it anymore. As my nuts drained, so did my senses. I collapsed back on the bed, panting like a fat man, sweating like one, too. I stared at the ceiling, numb, senseless.

I gradually became aware of movement. I lifted my head just in time to see Mom stuffing her fat titties back into the cups of her bra. She saw me looking and gave me a cold stare as she adjusted first one, then the other. She held up the camera, made a show of removing the memory card and tucking it into her bra. Patting it safely, she finally smiled wickedly.

"Now I have a video to show to my friends," she chuckled evilly.

I gaped at her. Surely she wouldn't... Before I could utter a protest, though, she stepped up between my legs and leaned over me threateningly.

"If I find this," she dangled the camera above me, "somewhere it oughtn't be, I'll rip these," she grabbed my dangling balls in her other hand, "right out of their sack and stuff this in there instead! Got it?" She squeezed my poor nuts hard for emphasis.

I whimpered in pain. "Yes, ma'am," I squeaked.

"Good," she dropped the cam right onto my jizz covered belly. One more threatening squeeze of my tender balls, pointing her finger at my face, then she turned and walked away.

Halfway out the door, she stopped and looked back. "Oh, and Buddy?"

I looked up.

"Invite Geordie and Pudge over after school tomorrow. Tell them... Tell them you have a new video to show them..."

I did not like the way she smiled as she shut the door.

Hi,
I'm curious what others think about this. For me, the thought of ending up with my cock locked up by my mom (possibly inspired by my bully) is super excited.

To me, it is basically the ultimate form of control and humiliation, as they literally got me by the balls.

What do you all think about these devices?