Mom’s Slut Collar

By LaserBayOne

I got off work at the quick change oil place, washed my hands, and made sure my uniform was not oily or overly dirty. I didn’t want to mess up the seats in my car, so I got in my car and headed home.

As I got to the front door of my home, I found it locked. I took out my key and unlocked it. Having come from work, I needed a shower and rest, but that was not to be.

Mom was sitting on the couch in a yellow sheer button-up blouse and knee-length black skirt with velcro tabs on the sides and four buttons that ran up the front of the skirt. Her legs were clad in old-fashioned black hose, with seams up the back and high heels. Her legs were perched on the den table. I could see her bra under her blouse, which was probably also sheer. I also saw around her neck a black collar; her collar had, in silver letters, the word MOM SLUT on it. “Dad’s not home yet?” She replied no.

I knew what was to come. “Let me shower first, and then I will be down,” I told Mom. While I was in the shower, I thought about what to wear. I knew it would have to be easy for Mom to undo and get it off of me. After I had dried off, I put on loose jeans sans underwear, and l chose a pullover shirt that was one size too big. Grey socks but no shoes. Brushed my teeth. Comb my hair and went downstairs.

I sat down beside Mom. “Why do you let him do this to you?” I asked. She looked at me and said he does it to both of us, so why do I go along with it? I thought about it for a bit and answered that it was mostly to protect her. She looked at me, a small smile crossed her lips, and said she didn’t need protection.

“But the things he makes us do are humiliating, so why do you go along with it?” I wanted to know. She replied, “If I didn’t do it with you, he would find someone else, and that would be worse. At least it’s kept in the family.” Her eyes lowered, and she put a hand on my leg. Then, in a quiet voice, she told me, “Even though I find it humiliating, I also find it sexually exciting. He and I talked about it long ago. If I truly wanted to stop doing it, and told him so he said he would stop. But I don’t really want it to stop.” As she said that, she ran her hand up my leg to my crotch and began to rub my quickly rising erection. She continued looking me in the eye, “Especially when it’s with my son and husband, with whom I’m doing it.”

I was dumbfounded by what she just said. I mumbled, “Well, at least that’s an answer. I guess we will keep doing it.” She continued to rub my, now very hard erection. After waiting a moment, she smiled at me, looked down again, focused her eyes on my crotch with the prominently raised mound she was rubbing, and then asked if I enjoyed it. I wasn’t sure if she meant her playing with my hard-on or what her, Dad, and I did with each other. I couldn’t lie to her and said that I did, and I also found it exciting. She looked up at me and smiled and said that she too guessed we would continue doing as Dad directed, and that the money was good when he sold the homemade sex tapes. She just hoped that none of the people we knew bought them.

Mom then got up, went into the kitchen, and started dinner. I also got up, getting the plates and silverware. Since she was already dressed in a see-through blouse and bra with her slut collar on. I asked, “Has Dad told you what he wants us to do tonight?” She said he had called from the office and wanted her to dress in what she had on. He wanted to start filming us standing in the kitchen and for me to partly undress her as if getting her ready for him when he got home. He would then pretend to come in from work, and we would go from there.

Dad got home just as Mom and I finished putting dinner on the table. After we ate and cleaned up in the kitchen, Dad took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and got out the video camera, and two small studio lights.

Dad had purchased an expensive motorized mount for the camera. Using a very small handheld remote, he could pan, tilt, and zoom in or out and start and stop the camera. On top of the camera was a small TV screen that showed what the camera was filming and a very sensitive shotgun microphone that could pick up what was being said. By using this set-up, he could be both a cameraman controlling the shots and in the scene at the same time.

He directed Mom to stand by the sink as if doing the dishes, and I was to stand behind her. Once we took our places, he stood back, told us what he wanted us to do, he turned on the two studio lights and then said to begin as he filmed us.

Standing behind Mom while she pretended to wash something in the sink, I reached for her and started feeling her up. I ran my hands over her butt and did an exaggerated squeeze on each cheek. As I ran my hands up her waist, she put her hands down by her sides and said in a voice loud enough to be heard on the camera mike. “You shouldn’t do that son. You know you’re supposed to wait until your dad gets home.”

She turned slightly towards the camera, and I started unbuttoning her blouse. Mom just stood there with a resigned look. Letting me continue until I had one more top button to go. “Your dad will get mad if you continue, and then he will punish both of us.” I turned her so she faced the camera and slowly opened her blouse, letting the camera take a long look at her sheer bra. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the TV monitor zoom in on her areolas and dark nipples clearly showing through the bra.