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The Entrepreneur

    A young man ran between two hotel wings, sprinted around a corner and hurried from shadow to shadow with a large cardboard box in his hands. Stopping and checking his surroundings, his attention was captured by a man and woman making love in the room where he'd stopped. He crept close and looked into an open area of the window. The man was huge, frightening. He held the feet of a teenager, while pumping his huge cock into her ass. She twisted and cried beneath him.
    The young man licked his lips, looked around at the nearly empty hotel, then sprinted to a lighted set of stairs at the far end of the hotel. The stairs were metal with concrete treads filing the metal i-beams.
    Lights outlined the hotel as a car turned into the parking lot and made it's way to the hotel's front office.
    Sean Curtis jerked back into the shadows beneath the stairs and waited until the car was out of sight. He took a deep breath, then continued experimenting with the camera in different areas. The stairs had built-in lights, to light metal rungs at night. He found that the camera could be placed between two of them, to give him a lighted view beneath any dress. The rungs were narrow enough that he could aim the camera up the stairs.
    He looked around nervously, then took a rechargeable drill from the cardboard box. He glanced around one more time, then held the drill against the metal stairs and began drilling. He held his breath at the racket he created, then gave a sigh of relief when the drill punched through the heavy metal. In another minute he had a second hole drilled. He licked his lips and dropped the drill into the box.
    Taking a rag out of the box he dusted the metal fragments away. He took a metal strap and bolt out of the box, slid the bolt through the strap, and threaded it into the hole. He drew out a video camera, slid it into the metal band, and tightened it into place. Next he took an outlandish contraption and positioned it against the on/off switch on the camera. He tightened that down with a second steal band. Looking happily at his handiwork, he checked the camera's alignment once more, then tossed his tools into the box. With a last glance around, he hurried into the woods and followed a creek bed to his house, directly across a wooden security fence. He stowed the box in the garage, went inside, and hurried up to the second floor. He listened to make sure his mother and sisters were asleep, then ran to his bedroom and looked through the window at the hotel stairs.
    He took a remote control, once used on a long- forgotten toy, and clicked the switch experimentally. If it had the range, he had just switched the camera on and back off. The button-pushing servo should have enough range. He just had to hope that it did, he was too tired to go back and find out.
    Sean pulled the end of the bed over to his window, laid on the bed, and waited. When he saw shadows approaching the stairs, he quickly clicked the remote. A man and woman went up the stairs. As they disappeared he clicked the remote again. If everything was working properly, he had just filmed his first upskirt.

    Sean already had his mother and sisters on the tape. No nudity, just panties. But even those were exciting. Franks said film everybody, then hire a couple of girls to sign bogus release forms. It was a cinch, everybody did it, and he'd done it many times himself. Sean would get a lot of money for his tape, Frank said. Sean didn't realize that if it was so easy, Frank would be rich. He wasn't.
    Taking into account that Frank was a natural born liar, but Sean's friend, he remained hopeful. Sometimes Frank did know all the angles, since he was much older than Sean. Sometimes he was full of shit. Now, as Sean watched the second girl approach the stairs, he simply wanted to see the tape. He would worry about selling it later. The thought of what the tape might contain was making him horny.
    Sean had never heard of upskirts until Frank spoke of them. He didn't know the word voyeur, until he heard it given to a peeping Tom. Sean had been a voyeur for years, and didn't know it. He called it spying. He had a whole assortment of mirrors, periscopes, drills, and entry door viewers, in his secret box. Now he added the family video camera to his arsenal of weapons. If somebody spotted it and took or destroyed it, he was dead.
    Sean waited for two more women to go up the stairs, before he simply left the camera on and went to sleep. He would sneak over and change tapes in the morning.

    Shaking with nervousness, breathless, and excited, Sean slid back in the chair and held the VCR remote before him. He whispered a silent prayer, then pressed the play button. The first skirt swept over the lens immediately. The vibration from their feet distorted it for a moment, then it cleared to show a shapely ass in white panties, showing intermittently, as her skirt waved behind her.
    "Oh fuck!" Sean howled in delight, pounding on the arm of his chair.
    "Sean, are you swearing," a distant female voice asked.
    "No mom," he called. He reversed the tape and paused it, with a perfect view of a flawless ass. He couldn't see the face, but it didn't matter. He could tell from behind that she was a young, beautiful woman. She had slender legs and a fantastic figure. That was all that counted.
    "Oh, you sweet little mother," he whispered in appreciation. He continued the tape. He was disappointed that the next two women wore levis. The third wore a long, sweeping dress which totally obscured the light. He could see nothing. That was the last of the upskirts he had taken, now it was time to fast-forward and see what the unaided camera had done. He pressed the button. He was momentarily hopeful when two feet appeared on the screen, but it was a pair of guys. He continued his search until bare ankles stepped over the lens. He watched hopefully as the legs lengthened, as they marched away from the lens. In a moment he paused the camera on his second good upskirt. It was a woman with long, slender legs, a short blue skirt, and yellow panties. He had never seen yellow panties before. They glowed in the light of the stairs, brighter as they passed a light, then diminishing as they receded. He paused the tape again, breathing hard as he stared at the sweet ass before him. She was perfect, he thought, looking up and down the length of her slender legs. He could almost feel the firm ass between his hands.
    Clicking his tongue in appreciation, he again fast- forwarded the tape to the end. She had been his last upskirt. Now he needed to bring the family VCR up to his room, combine it with his VCR and make a short, perfect tape from his clips.
    Combined with the one he had taken of his mother, while washing dishes, and sisters sitting around in their bathing suits, he would have a very good beginning. He would have to show it to Frank.
    In the meantime, Sean reversed the tape to the yellow panties. He paused the tape and rested his chin in his hands. She was so perfect, he thought to himself. How did it feel to be so sexy, so damned beautiful? Would she be excited to know that men were looking up her skirt? Would she someday see the pictures on the internet?
    Sean felt his cock throbbing in his pants. He stood and hurried to the door, locked it, then turned the tv so he could see it from the bed. He took a white sock out of his drawer, and took it back to the bed. He stripped quickly, bouncing on the bed, turning this way and that until he lay naked. He rolled the sock down over his cock and began stroking it slowly. A blissful look crossed his face. He looked at the shimmering picture of the yellow panties and perfect ass, while picturing his face touching that ass, his hands sliding beneath the panties and touching her wet pussy.
    Breathing hard, Sean stroked his cock furiously. He closed his eyes and imagined all sorts of shapely asses. By standing beneath a metal grill in a sidewalk he could look right up beneath those beautiful skirts which he saw constantly downtown. In a stairwell, he could watch them climb the stairs, as the camera had only hours before.
    Fire brewed in his balls. He clenched his teeth and worked his hand furiously up and down the length of his cock. With a moan, he began shooting cum into the white sock. He moaned loudly, with his eyes riveted to the tv screen. He relaxed, allowing the sock to fall gently to his stomach. He gave the yellow pantied ass a fond smile, then frowned as the VCR automatically cut off. He had left it on pause too long. It didn't matter, he was done. And he would have a lot more in the future. It was too bad that he couldn't see the woman's face. On the other hand he could put any face to that shapely ass.

    Three consecutive nights netted Sean many more upskirts to add to his tapes. As night after night wore on, he began to hate women who work jeans. They ruined his upskirt tapes and the world was full of them. On Saturday he stayed up until three AM and completed his first tape. He had netted 37 upskirts on that very night. A group of high school kids had held a party and run up and down the stairs all night long, in assorted forms of dress. Sean was thrilled. He called Frank, the first thing Sunday morning. Frank promised to bring two girls to sign bogus release forms, but his tone hinted at much more.
    Sean paced the house, waiting for Frank and his friends to show. He gasped as the grandfather clock began banging away, proclaiming that it was noon. Sean had the house to himself, his mother and sisters had gone to their grandmother's house and left him all alone. He faked an illness, otherwise she would have swept him out of the house as well. Sean waited breathlessly. Frank knew some real hotties. Who would he bring? Sean couldn't wait to find out.
    Gravel grated on the driveway. He ran to the front window and looked out to see Frank's red convertible. Sean swivelled around, following the car to the next series of windows until he saw the girls. They were old, at least 20, maybe even 25. He was stunned. How had Frank managed to get ahold of such fabulous girls?
    "Oh fuck," Sean gasped, looking around the room in haste. He needed refreshments, grownup stuff. His father visited occasionally and had some beer, which he bought at price club by the case, and stored in the garage. He need to put some in the refrigerator.
    He finished just as Frank approached the front door. As usual, he stepped inside without knocking. He waved a black briefcase, then turned and ushered the girls inside.
    "There he is, our future entrepreneur," Frank called in a loud voice. "Sean, this is Cindy and Jan, he pointed at the two beautiful girls.
    "H... hi," Sean gulped, motioning them toward the couch.
    "No, up to your bedroom," Frank said agreeably. "Let's see the tape."
    "I... Oh," Sean said.
    "Hey, what's the matter?" Frank asked, putting an arm across Sean's shoulders.
    "You brought beautiful women here," Sean whispered. "They make me nervous."
    "Them!" he said loudly with a laugh. "They ain't women, they're whores," he laughed, slapping Sean on the back.
    "Hey, Frankie, I take exception to that," Cindy howled.
    "Take whatever you want, sweet-cheeks. Get your ass upstairs and start earning your money," Frank laughed.
    "H... how?" Sean asked.
    "How what?"
    "How are they going to earn their money?"
    "By signing release forms, kid," he said, tapping his briefcase. "You can't have a movie without the proper release forms. Every professional on earth get's them like this. You didn't think they really run down everyone on film and make them sign one, did you?"
    "Well, yeah." Sean couldn't tell if he was lying or not. Frank lied well.
    "Ok, picture this. Some old broad goes into a gas station bathroom and takes a crap. Some pervert films it and chases her down as she leaves, yelling "hey lady could you sign this." What do you think, plausible? Hell, there wouldn't be any movies," Frank chuckled, pushing Sean up the stairs behind the women.
    Sean stared at the beautiful legs treading the stairs before him. Jan was his favorite. Cindy seemed like a gum popping, street corner whore. Jan had class. She also had a red leather skirt that came up past her knees, with the longest pair of legs he'd ever seen. They were flawless. By bending down a little he could even see beneath their skirts and get a personal upskirt shot. He did and Frank laughed, pushing him toward the sweet ass he was surveying. He fell into Jan. Jan turned and giggled. "What a naughty boy," she said with a thrilling English accent.
    "Oh God," Sean moaned. His cock was as hard as rock and he knew exactly where he wanted to plant it. Up Jan's sweet ass.
    "Ok, girls, take turns," Frank said, opening his briefcase and giving each girl half the forms. He closed the briefcase and placed it on Jan's lap. She was sitting on Sean's bed, with her long legs hanging over the footboard. Sean was mesmerized. He had never seen so much beautiful female flesh in is entire life.
    Cindy took a seat at the desk and stared at the blank tv screen, waiting. Frank spread a few forms out in front of her and handed her the pen.
    "Hit it, Sean," Frank called, sitting on the bed beside Jan. Sean was a little angry, he had wanted the spot beside Jan. Frank leaned close and kissed Jan's ear. Sean took the remote and started the tape.
    "Oh wow, what an ass," Frank howled in appreciation.
    "That's my mom," Sean said resentfully. Only Jan seemed to notice.
    "You take her," Frank nudged Jan's elbow. Jan wrote a brief description of the scene, then signed the form. Sean couldn't help but be turned on, with three strangers watching his mother's ass as she worked. It was exciting, he reluctantly admitted. Jan seemed speechless. Her eyes were glued to the screen.
    "Very nice," she whispered.
    "I'd eat it," Cindy said, sitting back and kicking a leg over her knee. Sean suddenly realized that it was a mistake to film his mother. If he couldn't stand how these three people treated his tape, how would he feel when thousands viewed it. Old men masturbating, lesbians ogling...
    "Oh fuck, check that out!" Frank howled.
    "Those are my sisters," Sean said in growing anger.
    "I need to get to know them better," Frank said, nudging Jan again. Jan didn't comment, she was staring at Sean.
    "I've got the red bathing suit," Cindy called, scribbling quickly.
    "I'll take the cute girl in the yellow," Jan said. She scribbled briefly, then added the form to the bottom of the pile. With a great deal of relief, Sean watched the scene turn to the first girl at the hotel. He felt his cock throbbing, as he watched the sweet ass treading the stairs.
    "I like that," Cindy said as she wrote.
    "Very nice," Jan nodded.
    "Good photography, kid. It makes all the difference."
    "It's obvious that this was filmed with a home camera," Jan said in her amazing accent. "That will increase the value immensely. There are too many fake upskirts out there. People can tell the difference."
    "There's yours," Frank pointed at the screen, then leaned forward to kiss Jan's neck. Sean wanted to scream at them to leave. Cindy was nice, but Frank was hitting on the girl Sean wanted. He felt betrayed.
    "I... I don't think I want to do this," Sean said hesitantly.
    "What?" Frank roared. "Hey kid, I own these girls until three. Do you have any idea how much that costs?"   
    "No, but it's my tape," he said, looking at Jan defensively.
    "I'll tell you what, kid, you can have Cindy for the rest of the afternoon, if you give me the tape."
    "No, I want Jan," Sean said before he could stop himself.
    "Uh-uh, she's mine."
    "I am not yours, and I happen to agree with Sean. I think we would hit it off well."
    "Hey, lady, I paid..."
    "Not enough to order me around. If you want us to leave with these forms in hand, simply continue this conversation," she said, putting her hands on the pile of papers.
    "Ok, you win," he pretended to be agreeable. Sean suddenly realized that Frank was not really his friend. He was just an acquaintance. He wasn't even sure that he liked Frank.
    "Over here, Sean," Jan patted the bed.
    Frank stood, forced a grin and pushed Cindy off the chair. He sat and pulled her back into his lap.
    Suddenly shy again, Sean sat by Jan. He loved her perfume. It was spicy and exotic.
    "Move closer," she said as she scribbled on another form.
    "You're nice," Sean whispered. She turned and kissed him on the lips, then scribbled another notation on the form.
    "So are you Sean. Have you ever made love before?"
    "Oh sure... no," he reluctantly admitted.
    "Good. I like to break in first-timers."
    "I'm afraid," Sean whispered. Frank turned and looked at them. Sean didn't know if he had heard or not.
    "No you're not, you are nervous. There's a difference. Nervousness is caused by in increase in adrenalin production from the adrenal gland. It's usually caused doing something dangerous, or something very important to you. I'm flattered."
    "You talk like a doctor."
    "Like a biology major. I once dreamed of being a teacher."
    "Oh wow," Sean gasped.
    "Wow indeed," She giggled and kissed him again.
    "I've never made love to a teacher."
    "You've never made love to anyone, except maybe your hand."
    "Yeah," he admitted.
    "How many more?" she asked as her upskirt appeared on the screen.
    "Only about three or four."
    "Good, my hand is tired."
    "Can I touch your legs?" he asked in a fit of bravery.
    "Please do."
    Sean placed a hand on her stocking-covered leg. It twitched slightly under his hand. The leg was smooth, but very firm. She must work out, Sean thought as he ran his hand clear up to the seam of her skirt. He stopped there, rubbing her leg nervously.
    "You can lift my skirt," she whispered.
    "Can I?" he gasped.
    "Of course. The best thing about purchasing a whore, is you can do anything you want, and you don't have to apologize for anything afterwards. I'm yours."
    "You are not a whore, you're a woman," Sean said emphatically.
    "Thanks. That's a very nice thing to say."
    "I... I think I'm in love with you," Sean gasped.
    "No you're not. You are infatuated, there's another difference. This is cause by testosterone, a word I hate, but which makes us all human.
    "How?"
    "It's a male hormone, and although few know it, even women are formed by testosterone. Without it, there would be no sex drive in women. It also grows our tits and pussies. Men are driven by it. Without that there would be no sex, rape, violence... or children for that matter. I guess we need it, even if it's detested. It comes from your balls," she whispered, putting a hand on his crotch.
    "Heeeaaa," he yelled, jumping off the bed.
    "Sit back down, it's only a hand."
    "It's your hand," he gasped.
    "Which is exactly like your hand, but on my body. Chill."
    "I'm so af... nervous," he corrected after a quick look from her.
    "Good. Nervousness denotes great desire, anxiety, and passion. It means I am important to you. I like that."
    "You use big words."
    "I describe grand things."
    "I guess. Can you kiss me again."
    "I can do a lot more than that, that was the last girl," she said, dropping the briefcase on the floor.
    "Rewind the tape, kid," Frank said as he kissed Cindy's ear.
    Sean rewound the tape, while Jan slid back on his bed. He would never have dreamed that a woman like Jan would ever get near his bed. She was so amazing. He would never wash his pillow case again, he vowed as her brown hair cascaded over it. Sean quickly started the vcr and dropped the remote on the floor beside the bed.
    Jan reached down and removed her panties. Her skirt slid up near her waist as she did so and Sean had a clear view of her naked pussy.
    "You are much better than a sock," Sean whispered.
    "I beg your pardon?"
    "Nothing. I was just thinking out loud."
    "I know what he's talking about," Frank laughed, then ouched when Cindy bit his ear.
    Sean looked at Jan's pussy, barely visible beneath her colorful skirt. It was magnificent.
    "Do you want to go down on me?" she asked in a whisper.
    "Oh yeah," Sean whispered. He looked around at Cindy, riding up and down on Frank's cock. Frank had his back to him, so he had an excellent view of Cindy's right breast. It was amazing. He was mesmerized by the way it bounced on her chest. The smell of sex was strong, but not unpleasant.
    "Go ahead," Jan whispered.
    Sean rolled over on the bed, landing between her open, perfect legs. He rubbed them absently as he moved closer to her pussy. It was neatly shaved, with a patch of hair above her pussy. Her lips were dark, but beautiful. His face drew near, then he suddenly backed away.
    "Has anybody... I mean."
    "It's clean," she laughed.
    "Oh. I didn't mean..." his voice trailed off as he neared her pussy again. He put his hands against her inner thighs and pried them open slightly. She opened her legs willingly to him. He stared at them in amazement and rubbed each magnificent inner thigh. They were so smooth, so bright and flawless, like white fudge only warm against his face and hands. He ran his finger through the valley between her pussy and body. She giggled and jerked away.
    "That tickles," she giggled. He smiled up at her, then lowered his mouth to kiss the valley. She shivered at the brief loving contact of his mouth. He paused, looking at and petting her warm, aromatic pussy. He pulled her lips open and looked at the moonscape like a wonderland inside. He saw all sorts of amazing things inside. He found the vulva at the bottom of her pussy and stuck a finger inside experimentally. She gasped and arched her back slightly, thrusting her pussy against his finger.
    Like a new driver experimenting with the controls of a car, Sean poked, prodded, and looked in every little nook and cranny. Jan reacted to almost everything. Sean took his time, getting a good look at his first real pussy, before he leaned down and licked it.
    Jan gasped and thrust her pussy toward him. He kissed it with more confidence, then began stroking it with long strokes of his tongue. If he stroked the wrong place, Jan moved into the position where she wanted to be licked. In a moment he learned all of her favorite places.
    With one finger slowly sliding in and out of Jan, his tongue eagerly lapped at her clit, and the little inverted v at the top of her pussy. They were by far the most sensitive areas of her pussy. She moaned and withered beneath his mouth. He loved her reactions. She seemed like a large, sexy cat. She withered, whined and moaned. She stroked his face, or held it against her. She opened her legs wide, or bent them behind his head and pulled him closer. At times she laid her heels on his back and humped his face with her pussy. Sean liked all of it. Of all the women he would meet in the future, Jan would be his first and most special. And she knew this. It was a special moment for her as well, because she seldom let down her guard enough to enjoy it. Now she did.
    "Oh, that's wonderful, Sean," she whispered, looking down at his juice-saturated face. "I'm going to have an orgasm. Do you know what that is?"
    "Sure, anybody who watches Showtime knows what an orgasm is."
    "Good," she said with a twisted face, "because it can be scary the first time. I will yell and carry on, but don't stop. I am yelling in pleasure, not pain."
    "Uh-huh," he said, licking her pussy again.
    "Oh yes," she moaned, holding her breasts in a strong grip between her hands. "Oh, oh," she gasped, withering on the bed. "That's wonderful, Sean," she said in her sexy English accent.   
    She simply moaned for a moment, looking down at his young face between her legs. He was eager to please, attentive to her needs and desires. He reacted to her reactions. He licked where she wanted to be licked, almost intuitively. Suddenly there was no holding back. Jan heaved up off the bed and grabbed the back of Sean's head. She squealed in a restrained manner, while hunching her pussy against his young face. He continued licking as she had instructed. She suddenly threw her legs open wide and fell back on the bed. The fire was terrible, wonderful. She had few orgasms, so each one she did have was important.
    The picture of the young boy's face between her legs would leave a lasting impression on her, a good memory in a career where there were few. She grunted and humped her pussy against his face to the very end, then she fell back to the bed in exhaustion.
    Sean sat up reluctantly. She was one fantastic woman, fun to please and heavenly to look at, but his balls hurt and he didn't know how to proceed. He needed relief.
    "I..." he paused, not knowing what to say.
    "You want to be sucked and fucked like there's no tomorrow?" she finished for him in her delicious English accent, while sitting up and stretching like a large, sexy cat.
    "Yes," he said with a huge smile.
    She patted the bed and rolled off it. Sean quickly slid into the bed, sitting up with his back against the wall. Jan's hands went to his belt and began undressing him. He shuddered in anticipation. He watched every movement she made. He took in everything at once, the afternoon light shimmering off her light brown hair, the tiny hairs on the back of her arms, as she fumbled with the catch on his levis, and the beautiful legs jutting from beneath her skirt. He had an excellent view clear up to her upper thighs. They looked like warm gold.
    Her huge breasts were almost showing over the low- cut top of her blouse. He reached out and felt one, while she smiled up at him and yanked his pants off.
    "Can I see them?" he asked breathlessly.
    "Of course," she whispered. She grabbed the bottom of he tight form-fitting blouse and pulled it up and over her head. Sean gasped in appreciation.
    "They are even better than Mom's," Sean gasped.
    "I don't know, kid, I've seen your mom's. She has a fantastic rack on her."
    Sean frowned. He had almost forgotten that Frank was around. Jan saw the frown and smiled, holding his face in a hand. She shook her head slightly, then leaned down and captured his hard cock in her warm red lips.
    "Isn't this fantastic, kid?" Frank asked as he knelt behind Cindy and began fucking her from behind. She was laying across the plastic desk chair with her ass hanging out. Sean looked briefly, then looked down at Jan, bobbing on his penis. He placed a gentle hand on the back of her soft hair and relaxed his head against the wall.
    "Yeah, wonderful," Sean finally answered. He looked toward the door, directly into his mother's eyes. He froze in horror. She shook her head with a slight smile and held up a hand. She started to turn, when Frank spoke.
    "All it cost you was a tape," Frank gasped, still banging away in Cindy's ass. "You make more tapes, and I'll bring the girls by again. I especially want more shots of your mother's sweet ass."
    Sean looked at his mother in horror. She seemed to be thinking. Sean was afraid that Frank had somehow seen his mother just outside the door, but that was impossible.
    "No more," Sean said, staring into his mother's eyes. His mother remained at the door. She had turned and leaned against door sill, biting her lip.   
    "What's the matter?" Jan asked, looking up from his wilted cock. "Not interested any more."
    "I was distracted," Sean whispered.
    "No problem, I will try again," she said, briefly looking at her watch. Sean realized in horror that her time was nearly up. What if she left him...
    Her lips engulfed his cock once more. She sucked the full length of his cock into her lips and tongued it diligently. Sean stiffened and closed his eyes. For the moment he forgot Frank, his mother, and everything but Jan's sweet lips.
    She sucked his cock deep into her mouth, swallowed it and continued swallowing with his cock down her throat. It was the most amazing thing he had ever felt. He had never imagined it could feel so good. It was so far above the feeling of a sock, that it barely registered.
    "Oh yes, that's more like it," Jan whispered, while licking the head of his throbbing cock. Sean looked up and saw his mother still there, watching. Somehow it did not frighten him any longer. Maybe it was the look in her eyes, or the fact that she was watching him, not Frank. In any event, he locked gazes with her while Jan continued to suck his cock. It was a wonderful, horrible, and very memorable blowjob. It seemed surreal, except for the tremendous amount of pleasure radiating from his crotch. He reached down and held Jan's ample naked breasts in his hands, while she again bobbed on his cock.
    The fire was building. His loins boiled with a liquid fire he had never felt before. He switched gazes to Cindy, who grunted with each massive thrust of Frank's cock up her ass. She looked at him and gave him a brief, uncomfortable smile, then licked her lips and closed her eyes. Her breasts bounced with each jerking slam of Frank's cock. His chair bent out of shape under the pressure, barely holding together beneath Cindy's weight.
    "Oh fuck yes," Frank groaned. "Oh shit," he gasped, pounding even faster. Sean felt sorry for Cindy. She was not enjoying herself. She looked like she was in pain.
    "Fuck yes," Frank yelled, then stiffened behind Cindy. She moaned as he ground his cock into her unprotected ass. She grabbed the side of the chair in a death grip and winched under his brutal assault. Sean should have detested the sight, but for some reason he was turned on by it. The fire built in his balls until he whined and stiffened beneath Jan.
    "I'm going to cum," he said in embarassment. She nodded quickly, wordlessly. She held her mouth still and milked his cock with her throat. He felt the heat becoming intolerable.
    Suddenly, his cock began spurting cum into Jan's sweet perfect lips. He moaned loudly, and looked up at his mother again. She was watching attentively. He smiled at her in embarassment, while his cock spurted repeatedly into Jan's warm mouth. She sucked and milked his cock with her hand. She milked it diligently, quickly looking up to see how he liked it. She saw his glance toward the doorway. The hairs stood up on the back of her neck, but she continued to hold Sean in her mouth, waiting for his orgasm to end.
    When it did end she sucked the head briefly, then turned and looked at the door. She felt horror rising in her chest. She immediately knew who the woman was, not because she recognized her from her upskirt, but because she recognized the possessive look and attitude of a mother. To her surprise, and relief, the mother gave her a knowing, grateful smile and a slight nod.
    Sean heard the click of a cigarette lighter. He looked over to see Frank sitting on his desk, smoking a cigarette.
    "You can't smoke in here, Frank," Sean said automatically.
    "Hey, fuck that," Frank said, taking an exaggerated puff from his cigarette.
    "Enjoy it," Samantha Curtis said, suddenly barging in through the door.
    Frank's eyes bulged out. He hurried to cover his nakedness, tossing the cigarette out the open window. Cindy squealed, rising up off the chair. She ran for Sean's bathroom with her clothes in her hands.
    "Only Jan sat up and dressed slowly, in a composed manner. Sean couldn't imagine her rushing into anything.
    "The police are on the way, Frank," Samantha said with a great deal of relish.
    "Don't matter, I'll be gone before they get here."
    "Without your car?" she said with a slight smile.
    "Hey, you parked behind me," he said defensively.
    "Yes, I did. I wanted absolute proof that you had been here and brought these ladies into my home."
    "Why?"
    "For your arrest, of course. But I could move it, if you like. All it will cost you is one tape showing my sweet ass hanging out."
    "Hey, what the..." he glared from her to Sean. Sean shrugged, smiling at his mother.
    "Are those sirens?" she asked, holding her hand to her ear.
    "I'm leaving," he said resentfully.
    "You certainly are. And if I ever catch you near my son again, I will have my husband beat you to death. Is that understood?"
    "Yeah," he said, moving toward the door. "Cindy!" he roared just inside the door.
    "I will run the ladies home," she said, pointing at the door.
    "Your car..."
    "Candy, move our car!" she roared, never taking he eyes off of Frank.
    "If I..." Frank said, pointing a finger at Sean.
    "Don't threaten your way into a body cast, Frank. My husband is more than willing to visit you with a few of his friends. In all likelihood they will nail you to a door and split you in half with a chainsaw."
    "Fuck," Franks said, grabbing his crotch. He disappeared down the stairs. When Sean's sister moved the car, Frank backed out and roared off down the street. There were sirens in the distance, but they had nothing to do with Frank.
    "You, young man..." she began in a harsh voice.
    Jan clicked her tongue and waved a finger back and forth in front of her own lips.
    "...have comported yourself in a very adult manner," she finished, sitting on the bed near Jan. She took Jan's hand in her own and squeezed it briefly.
    "Your father should have given you this present on your 18th birthday, but we were afraid, with the aids thing and all."
    "I'm clean," Jan whispered.
    "I'm sure. But I do want that tape," she said, holding out her hand. Sean ran to the VCR and ejected the tape. He ran back and handed it to his mother.
    "Are your sisters on this as well," she asked.
    "Y... yes," he shamefully admitted. She brought the tape down over the bed knob at the foot of his bed. The case exploded in her hand. She tossed the remainder of the tape into the trash can by his desk.
    "Ok, if you girls are ready I will run you home," she smiled sweetly at Jan."
    "Cindy, time to go!" Jan called in her English accent.
    "Oh how sweet," Samantha said, squeezing her hand again and releasing it.
    "I want you showered and ready for dinner," she pointed at Sean, then led the girls downstairs.
    Sean sat in stunned silence, looking around the empty room. So much had happened in such a short time. And that damned tape was responsible, he thought as he looked down into the trash can. He suddenly realized that the tape itself was not damaged. If he simply switched cases...

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