Party and Sauna

Jeremy knew her schedule from her computer. He knew that my mum had been invited to an old friend’s party that evening – a big dance at a club. He turned up there ‘by chance’, perfectly dressed, charming as ever. My mum only mentioned it briefly the next morning: ‘It was lovely yesterday. There were a couple of unpleasant blokes, but Jeremy happened to be there and protected me. We ended up dancing together. It was fun.”

Fun. Sure. Jeremy sent me the photos and the exact sequence of events.

First, she was harassed by two drunk blokes – one grabbed her arm, the other made lewd comments about her tight dress. Jeremy suddenly appeared, politely but firmly pushing the blokes aside and standing protectively in front of her. “This lady is with me,” he said calmly. The blokes cleared off.

After that, they danced. At first just for fun, to keep other unpleasant blokes at bay. He held her close, one hand on her back, the other on her hip. The dress was tight, emphasising her full breasts and her round bum. They laughed, moving to the beat. But as time went on, it became more intense. Their bodies pressed closer together. His hand slid lower, eventually resting almost on her bum. She let him. Her cheeks were flushed, she laughed a lot, looking into his eyes for longer and longer. At the end of the evening, he took her home. They stopped at our front door. She was a bit tipsy, smiling shyly.

“We’ve already bumped into each other ‘by chance’ twice now,” she said with that little laugh. “If it happens a third time… then maybe we could go on a proper date afterwards. Just for fun, of course.”

Jeremy grinned. “Deal. Third time’s a date.”

He sent me the photo he’d taken secretly: my mum looking at him at the front door – her eyes shining, her smile shy but clearly interested. Her dress was still a bit askew from dancing, the neckline lower than usual, her nipples visible.

I sat there staring at the picture. My own mother was flirting with my tormentor. She was already joking about a date. And there was nothing I could do but watch as everything got worse and worse. The humiliation was eating me up.

A week later, I was sitting in my room, my mobile in my sweaty hands, staring at the messages Jeremy had just sent me. My stomach clenched. The humiliation was already so deep that I could barely breathe.

Jeremy: Take a look at this, loser. Your mummy and I had a ‘chance’ sauna evening today. I’ve got access to her calendar and her PC – she goes to that women’s sauna irregularly. It was really easy to find out.

First he sent me the chat logs, then a detailed report, as if he wanted to tear me apart bit by bit.

My mum had texted him quite casually the night before: “Imagine, yesterday was actually ladies’ night at the sauna,” she said quite casually, as if it were nothing special. “And suddenly Jeremy was sitting there. They’ve changed the days and today was mixed sauna. At first I was totally embarrassed… but then we had a chat. It was actually quite nice.” She blushed a little and looked away. I knew that look. It wasn’t just “nice”. It was more than that.

Later, Jeremy sent me the secret photos and the full report. He’d recorded everything with a small camera he’d hidden on him.

He’d bribed the bloke at the entrance – a hundred euros – so he could get in despite it being ladies’ night. Then he sat naked in the hot sauna cubicle and waited. My mum came in, with just a small white towel wrapped around her body. She spotted him straight away. At first she was startled, then her gaze lingered. Jeremy had secretly taken a photo, right at the moment she was staring at his cock.

The picture was crystal clear: my mother, her eyes slightly wide, her lips parted just a little, her gaze fixed directly on Jeremy’s semi-erect, thick cock. She stared at him for several seconds before she pulled herself together and wrapped the towel a little tighter around herself.

They sat down and talked. At first about harmless things. Then it got more intimate. At some point, she ‘accidentally’ loosened her towel. It slipped down a bit. Jeremy could see everything – her plump, heavy tits with the dark nipples, her flat stomach, her clean-shaven pussy. She sat there, her legs slightly apart, as if she were enjoying him looking at her.

And then he got a proper, hard erection. Stiff, thick, bulging. He tried to cover it with the towel, but it was too late. My mum had seen it. And she hadn’t looked away.

That evening in bed, Jeremy timed it again so he could watch her masturbating. By now she was masturbating every night. She used to do that before, too.

Jeremy wrote politely, almost shyly: I’m sorry if it was uncomfortable for you. I didn’t mean to disturb you.

Mum: What a small world It was lovely to see you. Even if the situation was a bit… surprising.

But he told me the truth – the dirty, exact truth.

He’d bribed the bloke at the entrance because it was actually ladies’ night. “A hundred euros and I’m in,” he’d said. Then he waited naked in the back sauna cubicle, the towel draped loosely over his lap. My mum walked in, wearing only a small towel around her body. She spotted him straight away. At first she froze, then she watched him – longer than necessary. Her gaze wandered over his naked body, his toned chest, his cock, which was already getting half-hard.

They sat down and talked. Harmlessly at first. Then it got more intimate. Jeremy told me how, at some point, she had ‘accidentally’ loosened the towel a little. It slipped down. He could see everything. Her plump, heavy tits with the dark nipples, her flat stomach, her clean-shaven, already slightly glistening pussy. She sat there, legs slightly apart, as if she was enjoying him looking at her.

And then he got a proper erection. Hard, thick, standing straight up. He tried to cover it with the towel, but it was too late.

Later in the chat, he apologised:

Jeremy: I’m really sorry, Mrs Tachibana. That was very embarrassing for me. In front of such a beautiful, elegant woman like you… I couldn’t help it. I hope you’re not angry.

Mum: Oh, come on, there’s no need to be embarrassed. It’s perfectly normal. You’re an attractive young man. I’m actually rather flattered

I sat there, tears streaming down my cheeks, as I imagined my own mother sitting naked in the sauna, staring at Jeremy’s hard cock. How she’d probably gone home later and pleasured herself again – just like last time.

Jeremy sent me another screenshot from the hidden camera: my mum was lying in bed, her nightdress pushed up, masturbating again – this time to a photo of Jeremy she’d saved.

“She wants me,” he wrote. “And I’m going to have her. While you’re only allowed to watch.”

I was horny and devastated at the same time. My own mother… was getting closer and closer to my tormentor. And there was nothing I could do.