Another video, more traumatic than the last

Dad's study was just next to my room, but I hardly ever went inside. It hadn't changed much... Big oak desk, cluttered with miscellaneous charging cables... Plush leather chair, with no less than four different cardigans thrown across the back... Dusty shelves, full of books he never actually read. But a few things had changed, and they stuck out like a sore thumb.

First, there was the clothing strewn everywhere. It wasn't just those sweaters on the chair: an entire outfit was scattered across the room... Shoes, blazer, and all. There was even a necktie hanging from the damn ceiling fan!

Second was the smell. The usual odor of Dad's office basically consisted of old books, dust, and wood. But this wasn't musty: it was musky. Like sweat, only more... Powerful? Alluring? I hadn't smelt too many orgies in my time, but I imagined they smelled a little something like that room.

The last thing was a bit more innocuous, at least on the surface: my father's laptop, sitting there on the desk. But I knew that his whole job revolved around that computer, and he never left it at home. The moment I saw it, all doubt was erased: he wasn't at the office, or on a business trip. Somehow, he was just gone.

As I tried to wrap my head around that, I took a seat behind the desk. When I opened the laptop, it was turned on and unlocked--Another oddity. And for the second time that week, a video file was left open, just daring me to press play...

...Which I did, of course. I was scared of what I might see, but curiosity and arousal are powerful motivators. Given the contents of my last mysteriously-delivered video clip... I had to watch this one, too. I didn't have a choice.

Let me pause my storytelling for a moment here, so I can get on the computer and find the video. I'll describe it for you, as accurately as I can.

• The point of view is high, looking down on the front hall of a suburban home--Claire's home, right next door. Some of the living room can be seen through the doorway on the right side of the frame, and the stairs are to the left.

• After a few seconds, an older woman comes in the front door and takes off her coat. I recognize her as Claire's mother, Judy.

• When Judy passes in front of the living room door, she stops and stares through it. Dropping her keys, she puts both hands in front of her mouth. I think she's screaming, but there's no way to be sure.

• As Judy stands frozen, my mother comes into view. She's standing buck-naked in the middle of the living room, and I finally see her in all her... Her... "Glory" seems like the wrong word, but... Yeah. Her shape looms in the doorframe--Long, toned limbs, huge breasts, a foot-long erection bobbing with every step--But what's really striking is her balls. They're massive, each testicle nearly as big as her head, and pulsing visibly with every breath she takes. There's an eerie light cast on them... Almost as if they're glowing, lit from within. But shadows dance along that bright, pulsing, distended skin.

• Judy backs up slowly as my mother advances. Mom is grinning widely, and the fire in her eyes is growing by the second.

• Once Mom is almost within arm's reach, the frightened woman turns and sprints away. Unfortunately, she chooses to flee deeper into the house.

• Mom runs after her, faster than I've ever seen a human being move. She's a blur, disappearing around the corner of the hallway in a frame or two... And then the camera shakes, presumably from one or both of them hitting the floor.

• All that can be seen for the next minute is shadows dancing on the wall. I think I can see my mother, standing over her victim... Then she's on top of her, thrusting into God-knows-which hole... But that doesn't last long, and soon she's standing once more.

• Then a long, thin streak of darkness coils and drops, from the top of my mother's shadow down to Judy's lying form. When I first saw it, I thought it was some kind of... I don't know, a snake? Sitting on her shoulders? I know better now.

• The shadow wraps around Judy's, then pulls it up, then... They merge. Within seconds, all that can be seen is my mother's silhouette.

• From what I can tell, she's just standing there for a while, panting... But then her hand moves downward, and she begins stroking her cock. That's when I notice that her balls have grown even larger--The size of basketballs, at the very least, though it's hard to tell: they're giving off even more light, now, and the shadows are fading.

• That's when the front door opens again, and my crush steps inside.

• My heart always drops at this part, even now... A part of me wants to shout at Claire, tell her to run... Maybe I did shout something, when I first watched the video up in my dad's study. But nothing can stop what happens next.

• Mom leaps from around the corner, and long, purposeful strides take her towards Claire. Her massive testicles are bouncing against her thick thighs, casting even more tumultuous shadows against the walls as the shapes inside them move around.

• Claire freezes... Just as her mother did. And like Judy, Mom has her pinned in the blink of an eye.

• The camera catches every flailing arm, every thrust, every pump of Mom's powerful hips. At first it looks like Claire is struggling to get away... But a few seconds after she's mounted, her legs wrap around my mother.

• Their copulation lasts much, much longer than Judy's ordeal... And luckily, it finishes quite differently.

• There's no pulling back, no shadow serpent. Mom rears her head back in a silent roar, fire streaming from her eyes to the point that half the camera lens is obscured by glare.

• When I can finally see again, her balls are shrinking, Claire's belly is swollen, and a lake of jizz is spilling from beneath their intertwined bodies.

• After a few minutes they stand... First Mom, then Claire. My crush is unsteady on her feet, especially when Mom delivers a firm smack on her ass.

• Slowly, shakily, cradling her distended stomach with both hands, Claire makes her way up the stairs.

• Mom takes a moment to admire the trail of cum spilling behind her--I think she laughs, and massages her still-shrinking testicles.

• Then she turns back to the camera and stares at it for a moment. Her eyes have dimmed, but they're still bright enough to mess with the camera.

• She smiles again, far wider than I'm comfortable with... And then the video suddenly ends.