Unaware.pdf

It was a hot summer evening. Paul's mother, Cindy, had just gotten home from work. She was still wearing her professional outfit - a pencil skirt, a tight blouse, and a pair of high-heeled mules. Paul was alone at home, lounging around the living room in his boxers and t-shirt.

Cindy walked into the kitchen, kicking off her mules with a sigh of relief. She loved dressing up for work, but her feet always ached by the end of the day. She opened the fridge and grabbed a cold beer, popping it open and taking a long swig.

As she stood there sipping her drink, Paul snuck into the kitchen on silent feet. He had seen his mom come home and got an idea. Quietly, he pulled out his phone and started filming her from behind. The camera captured the way her skirt hugged her curvy bottom, the way her blouse stretched tight across her ample breasts with each breath. Paul bit his lip as he watched the video recording, his cock already starting to stiffen in his boxers.

Emboldened, Paul crept closer, angling the camera for a better view up his mom's skirt. He zoomed in on the lacy tops of her thigh-high stockings, the way they framed her thick thighs. Paul's breathing grew heavier. He turned his phone to selfie mode and started masturbating, stroking his hard shaft as he panted quietly.

But in his lust-addled state, Paul lost track of his surroundings. Lost in his own pleasure, he failed to notice his mother turning around. Suddenly, Cindy looked down and screamed. "Paul! What the hell?!"

Paul froze, his phone still recording, his cock exposed. His mother stood there in shock, her foot resting right on top of his hand. Paul's eyes went wide as he realized how bad this looked.

"Cindy, I...I can explain!" he stammered, quickly tucking himself away. But his mother was having none of it. She snatched the phone from his hand and watched a few seconds of the video before hurling the device across the room. It shattered against the wall.

"How could you, you pervert?!" she shouted, her face red with anger and humiliation. "Filming your own mother like that? I should call the cops on you!"

Paul cowered, knowing he was in deep trouble. "I'm sorry, Mom! It was stupid, I know. I just...I couldn't help myself. You're so hot and I've been thinking about you like this for so long..."

That only made Cindy angrier. She advanced on him, backing Paul up against the counter. "You better watch your mouth, boy. I'm your mother. I changed your diapers and you have the audacity to lusting after me? It's sick!"

She smacked him hard across the face. Paul yelped and ducked his head, tears pricking his eyes. He knew he deserved that. "I'm sorry," he repeated shakily. "Please don't be mad. I'll do anything to make it up to you."

Cindy glared at him, her anger slowly morphing into something else. A cruel smirk curved her lips. "Anything, huh? Well, since you're so obsessed with me, let's put that to the test. Get on your knees."

Paul blinked up at her in confusion. "What? Mom, I don't think-"

"I wasn't asking," Cindy snapped. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head down. "You heard me. On your knees. Now."

Swallowing hard, Paul slowly sank to the floor, landing on the cold tile. He looked up at his mother towering over him, her angry eyes boring into his. His heart raced as he wondered what she had planned. He had a feeling things were about to get very weird...