Silicone Mask I Drugged and Raped Mom

Chapter 1

Mom is thirty-seven this year, but she’s hotter than most girls half her age.

Mom has a delicate oval face, skin so pale it’s almost translucent, big bright eyes with a slight upward tilt at the corners. When she smiles, fine lines gather at the outer edges—not aging her at all, just giving her that ripe, knowing kind of sexiness. Her body is kept in perfect shape: full tits that aren’t overdone, a narrow waist, and ass and thighs that are round and firm. She likes loose loungewear around the house, but no matter how baggy the fabric is, it can’t hide the way those tits rise and fall with every breath, or the slow sway of Mom’s ass when she walks.

I don’t even know when I started staring at her like this.

That evening Dad was working late again. I waited until Mom finished her shower, changed clothes, and left to buy groceries. The second the door clicked shut I slipped into the bathroom. The air still held the sweet scent of the body lotion she always uses, mixed with the faint smell of her shower gel. I opened the laundry hamper and dug out the white cotton panties she’d worn that day.

The fabric was soft. There was a faint yellow stain at the front, and the back still carried the warmth and scent of Mom’s body. I pressed the panties to my nose and sucked in a deep breath. My cock went rock-hard instantly, aching.

I leaned against the sink, wrapped those damp, soft panties around my hand, and grabbed my swollen dick with the other, stroking hard. My head was full of Mom’s body—the way her neckline dropped open when she bent over, showing that deep white cleavage; the way her wet hair clung to her neck when she came out of the bathroom; the way Mom sat on the couch watching TV, her thighs casually pressing together and then drifting apart…

“Mom… Mom…” I panted under my breath, fist flying faster. The pleasure built fast. It didn’t take long before I came hard, thick white ropes of cum splattering into the sink, a few drops landing on her panties.

Looking at my load staining Mom’s intimate clothes made me both thrilled and ashamed, but I still carefully folded the panties back up and put them where they’d been.

The hunger only got worse after that.

I started wanting to see Mom completely naked.

Buying a pinhole camera online was easy. I picked one disguised as a power plug—high enough resolution, and I could watch the live feed remotely. The night it arrived, after Mom and Dad were both asleep, I snuck into the bathroom and installed it in the outlet right by the shower stall. The angle covered the whole shower area and the spot where she dried off and changed.

The next evening Dad was stuck late on a project again. Mom went into the bathroom to shower like always.

I locked myself in my room, opened the app on my phone, and the clear image filled the screen.

Mom pulled off her top first, freeing those full tits still trapped in her bra. Then the pants and panties. When the last scrap of fabric slid down her legs, my breath stopped.

Her body was even better than I’d imagined.

That snow-white skin glowed under the light. Mom’s tits were full and high, the soft pink nipples already tightening from the cooler air. Her stomach was flat, and below it a neat patch of black pubic hair framed the slit that peeked into view every time she lifted a leg to step into the shower.

Hot water poured down. Mom closed her eyes and let it run over her. At first it was just ordinary washing, but slowly her hands changed.

One started kneading her own tits in slow circles. The other slid down over her belly and between her thighs.

I stared at the screen, heart slamming.

She leaned back against the tile, legs parting a little, fingers sliding up and down that wet crease. At first she kept it controlled. Then it got faster, her breathing heavier. Mom bit her lower lip, brows drawing together like she was fighting something. Her fingers sped up, sometimes pressing two together and easing them inside just a little before pulling out again.

“Nn…”

A soft sound came through the speaker.

I knew exactly why Mom was doing this.

Dad had been buried in work for weeks. Whenever he came home he was wiped out. They still fucked sometimes, but it was always quick. One night I’d gotten up for water and heard the short creak of the bed in the master bedroom, and Mom’s muffled, unsatisfied little gasps. Then silence. Dad had probably just dumped his