Date in the Park

I was crouched in my room, knees pulled up, my back pressed against the cold wall. My breathing was ragged, sweat running down my neck. Jeremy had left me a small monitor—“so you don’t miss a thing, loser.” The cameras in every damn room of my own house delivered crystal-clear images. And right now, the bathroom camera was showing everything.

My mother stood in front of the large mirror, clad only in a white bathrobe that was already hanging half-open. Her hands trembled as she unscrewed the tube of hair removal cream. She had bought it especially—"for the first time in ten years," she had typed in the chat last night. I saw her take a deep breath, her lips pressed tightly together. Her cheeks were already deep red.

“God… this isn’t right,” she whispered to herself, so quietly that the camera’s microphone barely picked it up. Her voice broke. “He’s almost as old as… as my own son. What am I doing here?”

But her fingers spread the cream anyway. Slowly, carefully, almost reverently. She spread her legs a little, lifted her bathrobe higher. I saw everything: the full, heavy breasts rising and falling with every breath, the dark nipples that were already hard. And then… her pubic area. She spread the cream thickly over the dark hairs she hadn’t properly tended to in ages. Her fingers trembled even more as she massaged the cream in, circling, thoroughly. A soft, shameful moan escaped her.

I felt my stomach churn. At the same time, I got hard. Damn it, I hated myself for it.

She looked at her phone, which was lying next to the sink. With her other, cream-covered hand, she typed a message to Jeremy. I saw the chat history on the second small screen that Jeremy had sent me specifically—so I could read every single line.

Ms. Tachibana: I… I’m getting ready for you right now, Jeremy. Just like I promised. The cream… I’m smoothing everything out. For you. I’m so nervous already… my heart’s racing.

Jeremy’s reply came immediately. Outwardly, the perfect, shy gentleman:

Jeremy: You’re beautiful, Ms. Tachibana. I can’t wait to see you like this tonight. Take all the time in the world. I want you to feel comfortable. ❤

But I knew what was really going on in his head. He’d sent me a separate message earlier, just to me:

Jeremy: Look at your hot Japanese MILF mom, shaving herself smooth for my cock. Those perky tits are already jiggling. In a few hours, that slut will be my personal cum dumpster. And you get to watch live as she begs.

Mom wiped her hands and waited the allotted time. She paced restlessly in the bathroom, biting her lower lip, repeatedly brushing her long black hair behind her ear. Her bathrobe remained wide open. I saw her thighs glistening—she was already wet. Really wet. She pressed her legs together as if to hide it, but the camera didn’t lie.

“What am I doing…,” she murmured again, louder this time. “He’s twenty years younger… almost as old as my son… This is sick. This is… oh God, why does this make me so… so…” She closed her eyes, leaned against the wall, and slid a hand between her legs, just for a moment, just to feel. A soft whimper escaped her throat.

Then the shower. She rinsed off the cream. When she was done, she stepped naked in front of the mirror. Completely shaved. Her labia glistened pink and swollen. She ran her fingers over them, amazed at how sensitive everything suddenly was. Her nipples were rock hard.

She wrote again.

Ms. Tachibana: It’s all gone… I’m completely smooth. For you. I feel so… exposed. But I don’t want to disappoint you. I’m so afraid that I’ll disappoint you today… and at the same time, I can’t think of anything else.

Jeremy: You could never disappoint me, Ms. Tachibana. You’re the most beautiful woman I know. I’m the luckiest person in the world that you trust me.

As she read that, she smiled shyly, almost gratefully. But her hand was shaking so much that she almost dropped the phone. Then she went into the bedroom. The camera followed her perfectly. She pulled the dress out of the closet—the summer dress. Light yellow, almost see-through, the fabric so thin that in the right light you’d see everything. It was way too short. Just long enough to barely cover her butt. No bra. No panties. Just as she had promised him in their sexting.

She slipped it on. The fabric slid over her full breasts, her nipples clearly visible through the fabric. As she turned in front of the large mirror, the hem rode up—you could see the underside of her buttocks. One wrong move and everyone would see she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She nervously tugged at the hem, pulling it down, only for it to slide right back up.

“I can’t go out like this…” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Everyone will see… oh God, what will he think of me? I’m a mother… I should… but… I want him so badly. I want him to finally… take me properly.”

She was a wreck. Her knees were shaking. She sat down briefly on the bed, took a deep breath, her hands buried between her thighs as if she needed to calm herself down. Then she stood up again, smoothed out the dress—or at least tried to—and wrote one last message before leaving the house.

Ms. Tachibana: I’ll be ready in a minute. The dress is… very short. And… I’m not wearing anything underneath. Just like I promised. I’m dying of excitement. Please be nice to me tonight… even if I deserve for you to be strict.

I was still sitting in that damn storage room, knees pulled up, the monitor on my lap glowing in the darkness. Jeremy had sent me a message an hour ago: “New feed for you, loser. I hired a buddy with a camera just for this—Full HD, 4K, all live. So you can watch your hot MILF mom turn into a public slut at the fair.” Then came the link. And I haven’t been able to look away since.

The wind was blowing hard, sunny but gusty. The light, almost transparent summer dress was already fluttering around her thighs on its own. With every gust of wind, you could see the smooth-shaven, naked skin underneath flashing—pink, sensitive, still a little shiny from the lotion she’d applied earlier. No panties. Of course not. She had promised him.

Jeremy walked beside her, his arm loosely draped around her waist, as if he were the shyest, most lovesick boy in the world. On the outside. He smiled at her, brushed a strand of hair from her face, leaned in, and kissed her tenderly on the lips. And again. And again. Each kiss was longer, deeper. Her full breasts pressed against his chest, her hard nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric. The camera of the guy Jeremy had paid zoomed in close—I saw her tongue shyly seek his, how she whimpered softly as he pulled her closer.

“Ms. Tachibana… you’re so beautiful today,” I heard him say softly, his voice sounding almost reverent through the feed. “I can’t believe you’re really here with me.”

She laughed nervously, her cheeks bright red, her eyes glassy. “Jeremy… please… there are so many people here…” Her voice trembled. But she kissed him back. Longer. More hungrily.

And then he did it. His hand slid from her waist to the back, under the hem of her short dress. He deliberately lifted it up, holding the thin fabric with his entire palm against her lower back—high enough that her entire bare ass was visible to anyone walking behind them. The wind helped out too. Her smooth, plump butt wiggled with every step, her skin slightly reddened by the wind and his touch.

The wind blew harder again, and Jeremy held the skirt even higher, almost up to her waist. The people around them at the fair—families, teenagers, couples—glanced over. Some grinned, some looked away, some stared openly at my mother’s bare ass while Jeremy continued to caress her.

Tears of rage streamed down my cheeks. My cock was rock hard, throbbing painfully in my pants. I hated him. I hated her. I hated how she clung to him, how she kissed him as if there were no tomorrow, while the wind kept blowing her dress up and Jeremy held it up extra high so everyone could see her smooth-shaven, dripping pussy.

And I couldn’t do anything. Just watch. Live. In 4K.