Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: N/A
|Introduction: Mother checks out her son's cell phone|
I felt like a thief, but I was only option I had. Mark had left his cell phone on the kitchen counter so I turned it off and hid it. He looked all over for his ‘missing’ phone, but when it came time for him to meet his friends at the movies, he gave up and left without it.
I had seen a TV news story about parents who checked their children's text messages and were shocked at what they found out. I was amazed at what was discovered about their kid's behaviors. The parents did not suspect a thing until they got their hands on the cell phone - the cell phone they were paying for. Some kids were plotting terrorist-like activities, some were neo-Nazis, some were doing kinky sexual things, and some were talking suicide. I desperately wanted to believe that my 16 year old son was still an innocent angel, but I knew this very well might not be the case.
Mark didn't seem like a "troubled" youth to me. He’s good looking, athletic, smart, and very popular at school. That’s not just a mother bragging. Sometimes I’d gladly trade all my anxious evenings waiting for him to come home for a nice, socially inept, homebody nerd for a son.
I have a smart phone of my own so it didn't take long to figure Mark's out. I just wanted to make sure there was nothing on his phone that would get him into trouble, and that was all. If there was something to be concerned with, I wanted to offer my help.
After sifting through dozens of nonsensical text messages from his friends, I was relieved to find nothing subversive or too incriminating. There were some rather suggestive text messages to girlfriends and a couple to Mrs. Hanson? Some of it was just flirting, but then some of it was explicit too. What was he doing texting Michelle Hanson - she's my neighbor - and she's my age! I then went to the "Photo Gallery" to take a look. There were some photos of his buddies and girlfriends making goofy faces and obscene gestures that he had taken with the phone. Some were extreme close-ups of female body parts. I scrolled through dozens of pics, but when I got to one, I just about fainted.
The next image I was looking at a close-up of a big, fully-erect cock. What the hell was Mark doing with a photo of somebody’s penis on his phone? I flipped to the next and there was that cock again! This time the a lower angle accentuated a large pair of balls that completed the package. My mind was running in a thousand directions all at once.
In the next pic I recognized the bed spread the boy was standing in front of. It was the one in my son’s room! My son was taking the pictures under my own roof. Was Mark gay? Why else would he have pictures of a cock? Was it someone I knew? I was barely able to press the button to view the next pic. There was the big cock again, this time with a hand wrapped around the base and the engorged head flaring outrageously. But, this time I recognized the small V-shaped scar as the one on the back of Mark's hand.
What was his hand doing on this person’s cock? I didn't care if he was gay, but I’d had no clue whatsoever. He’d always had girlfriends.
From the angle of the next pic I could plainly see Mark was holding his own penis. What a relief! Relief followed by the reality that I was aroused before I knew "who" I was looking at. Relief followed by "Oh My God", I was looking at pictures of my son’s erect penis. I found myself staring again, but now that I knew it was Mark, I shut it off.
I tucked Mark’s phone behind a canister on the kitchen counter and retreated to my room. I busied myself getting ready for bed, taking off my make-up, and fussing with my hair that didn’t need any fussing. I was doing anything I could to keep my mind off of what I’d just seen.
Once in bed, I picked up my book and tried to distract myself. It wasn’t long before I realized I had finished a full chapter and had no idea what I’d just read. I couldn’t get those images out of my head. What was he going to do with those pictures? When did he take them? When did my boy get such a big cock? I had to stop thinking about it!
My heart started beating faster when Mark come home. I heard him messing around in the kitchen, then after a few minutes he came clomping down the hallway past my bedroom door.
“How was the movie?” I called out as he passed.
“It was al’right,” he answered without stopping. “Night, Mom.”
His door closed and I wasn’t able to hear anything else after that. I turned off my light and settled in under the covers. My mind was still running at full speed. It is completely normal for a mother to see her son’s penis. I’d changed his diapers, I’d given him baths, all the usual things. So why was I all worked up like this? Maybe it was just because I wasn’t expecting to see it so big and so aroused.
It certainly was normal for a woman to be turned on by a nice, hard cock. If it was anyone else’s cock it would be perfectly normal to feel like this. I turned over and squeezed my eyes closed and tried to put my thoughts onto a different track. I had several errands to run tomorrow during my lunch break. I needed to take the car in for an oil change and pay bills too. And then the images came back to me. Damn it!
What was wrong with me? "Nothing", I assured myself, it was perfectly normal. I hadn’t seen a cock in over a year - so this reaction made sense. It made sense that I wanted to touch myself at that moment. But, no. That would definitely borderline weird. There was no way I was going to touch myself with images of Mark’s penis fresh in my mind.
I turned over on my tummy and tried to get comfortable. I looked at the clock and could see an hour had passed. I needed to do something to relax and forget about it. My mind was still fixed on that clean, smooth, plump mushroomed head and how cute those curly little hairs were. I imagined a stream of thick cum shooting out of that alluring little slit at the tip. Oh God, what was I doing?
I reached into my panties. I was soaking wet down there. I was thoroughly disgusted with myself, but I did not stop. My finger found my clit. I imagined the cock and not who the owner was. Maybe a shower would help take my mind off this.
I slipped out of bed, and began down the hall. The house was dark, and there was no light coming from under Mark’s door. I didn’t want to use the bathroom next to his room, so I tiptoed down the hallway toward the guest bathroom at the other end of the house.
As I passed through the kitchen I found myself checking on Mark's phone. He must have found it and taken it to his room. I noticed that I was very annoyed by this. But why? What was I going to do if I had found it there? Would I have looked at those pictures again? No. Of course not.
The next thing I knew, I was standing outside Mark’s bedroom door listening. All was quiet. I eased open the door and peeked in. The room was dark except for the glow coming from his MP3 player and the digital clock. I could see his phone sitting just in front of the clock. The steady sound of his breathing told me he was sound asleep. Part of me was screaming to get out before I got in any deeper, but I was unable to turn back at that point. I silently snatched the phone and hurried away with my prize to the living room.
I stood in the dark turning the device over and over in my hand. My own living room seemed somehow strange and unfamiliar to me, like I was in a place I’d never been before. None of this made any sense at all. My heart was pounding and I gasped for air. How could a responsible, poised, classy, intelligent, professional woman like me be on the verge of looking at pictures of her son’s erect cock?
Not having sex in over three years was no excuse. It’s not like I couldn’t have found a man, if that’s what I wanted. For forty I was holding up well. My muscle tone gave me an athletic appearance, with or without clothes. My breasts were still firm; just shy of filling a D-cup. My belly was relatively flat. I like to think that, apart from a light brown birthmark on my left buttock, I would have a perfect ass. I really didn't have any complaints about my body.
So, why was I standing there in the middle of the night with a manic need to see a young hard penis? It was simply a convenient outlet. It was a natural response to the visual stimulation of an impressive erection. My finger hovered over the power button of Mark’s phone. Was I the kind of person that would indulge in taboo thrills? My pussy flexed involuntarily as if in response to my silent question. I pressed the power button. The phone took forever to power up.
I navigated into the photo album and paged through the pictures. And there it was. That gorgeous cock. I felt a tingle pulse through my nipples, and my pussy clenched longingly at the sight of it. Okay, so now what? There I was, looking at a very private picture of my son’s penis. It was just such a nice cock and just a picture. I looked closer to see if it was the angle of the picture made the cock look so big. The more I gazed at it the more it seemed like a waste not to enjoy it.
I could feel how swollen my clit was. This was truly perverse, but no one would ever know. What would be the harm in taking a little pleasure from his pictures? He’d never be the wiser, and I obviously just needed to get it out of my system, then I could forget all about this foolishness.
I set the phone down on the coffee table, lifted my nightgown, and pulled down my panties. I squatted down and looked at the picture again, leaving the phone resting on the corner of the coffee table. I let my hands drift down my body and gave up to my lust.
Mark must have been holding the phone out at arm’s length and pointing it back at his penis. It had a slight upward curve to it, and an enticing girth. My mouth watered. The angle made the flared tip appear enormous. I couldn’t remember the last time I even wanted to put a cock in my mouth this badly. I could almost feel the spongy tip sliding along the roof of my mouth and pressing against the back of my throat. I swirled my tongue around my lips and mouth as if it was his cock.
My hand was busy between my legs. As I looked at the pic, I pressed against my stiff clit and electricity shot through my body. This was so good. I fondled one of my tits through my nightgown and shivers raced up my back. I viewed the next photo.
Mmmm, those lovely balls. My son’s big, manly balls. They would feel so good against my cheeks, all warm and soft. I was becoming increasingly hot and had to pull my nightgown off over my head. I was squatting, naked except for my glasses, in my living room, fingering my pussy, and playing with my nipples as I ogled a picture of my own son’s cock and balls. It was wrong. But knowing this didn’t stop me. I leaned in closer to get a better view of my boy’s dick, and slid two fingers into my dripping hole.
I imagined how it would feel in my hand. How I would grip it and delight in its virile hardness, then slowly move my hand up and down. So very slow, savoring the sight, sense and smell of it. I could picture the look on his face as I reacquainted myself with the pleasure of fondling a man.
I couldn’t stop my fingers from probing deeper, seeking that throbbing spot that demanded relief. I pressed hard against my pulsing clit and continued to hump my fingers with wanton zeal. I placed the smooth back of the phone against my clit and rubbed it forcefully. I held the phone up again and looked at the pic.
“Such a beautiful cock,” I whispered. A thrill coursed through me upon hearing myself utter those words aloud. “Such a big, beautiful cock.” My fingers moved faster, pumping in and out of my pussy. God, it felt so good. This was the closest thing to real sex I’d had in a long while.
The sound of my hand slapping into my cunt raised goose bumps on my naked flesh. Something about the way I was squatting, open and exposed, out in the living room, rather than hidden in the privacy of my dark bedroom, heightened every sensation to an exquisite intensity.
“I’m going to cum,” I gasped in a hushed voice. “I’m going to cum! I’m cumming! I'm cumming to this beautiful cock. Oh, sweetheart, Mommy’s hot for your cock . . . Uh, uh, uh, Uuuuuuuhhhhh!”
I began to tremble. It was immediately obvious that this wasn’t going to be the pleasant little tingle I had become accustomed to. This orgasm was going to be orders of magnitude beyond anything I’d given myself in recent history. I clenched my jaw and struggled not to scream.
"Oh my god!" I gasped loudly.
My pussy convulsed, clutching tight around my two fingers, and every description of every orgasm I’d ever read in any trashy novel was put to shame. These were fireworks, stars, and earthquakes all at once. Instead of passing in a flash, this climax was building into a multiple orgasm that gave no indication of stopping. And then in the middle of my moaning and gasping, in the middle of this sublime moment of pure ecstasy, I heard something that put me into a frozen panic.
“Mom? Are you alright? What’s going on? ” Mark said.
At the sound of my son's sleepy voice, I snapped my knees together, threw an arm across my naked breasts, and dropped into a huddled crouch. I instinctively tried to hide my nakedness from my son who had just walked in behind me. Then I fell backwards - one hand cupped over my crotch and the other tried to cover my tits. Mark's phone had fallen and the glow from his cock pic was illuminating my naked body. To make matters worse, my orgasm was continuing unabated. Cum was oozing from my pussy. The shock, embarrassment, and sheer panic I was feeling wrestled with the sexual bliss radiating from my body.
I realized that despite all my efforts to conceal myself Mark was had a full, unobstructed view of my nakedness. To make it worse, he instinctively tried to help his fallen mother and knelt down over me. My body was seized motionless as my mind screamed for it to do too many things all at once.
"Are you Okay?" He asked.
"I think so." I replied still mentally numb. "Don't look."
"What the hell?" Mark exclaimed. “Is that my phone?”
Crap! That was the first thing I should have done, but to reach for the phone would have totally exposed me. Mark quickly grabbed the phone before I could do anything.
“What are you doing with . . .” He looked at the screen and saw the picture on display. “Oh, shit,”
I tried to think of what to say, but for some reason why I was in the living room - in the middle of the night, naked, looking at pictures of my son's mouth-watering erect penis while I masturbated, left me speechless. As my pussy oozed more and more, I drew a complete blank.
“Wait, you weren’t . . . " He began to ask and then went silent.
I could tell the full realization of just exactly what was going on suddenly become clear, and all I could do was look up at him helplessly, unable to explain any of it.
“You were . . ." He backed away from me, unable to say what he knew out loud. “Mom, what the . . . ? How could you . . . You’re such a freak!” He turned and ran to his room, slamming the door behind him.
I was suddenly nauseous. I fumbled for my panties, and fought my way into my nightgown. My vision was blurred with tears as I scolded myself for being so stupid. I should have done all this in the guest bathroom where I could have locked the door. No! That wasn’t the mistake I’d made.
Mark was right - I was a freak! I shouldn’t have been doing it in the first place. What was I thinking? What kind of mother would look at her own son like that? What had I done?
When I woke up the next morning, Mark had already left for school. I called in sick to work, then took a very long, very hot, shower. Even after all that soap and scalding water, I still felt dirty. I looked at myself in the mirror and considered my puffy, red-rimmed eyes. Impulsively, the memory of me naked, fingering myself in front of my son came to my mind’s eye. What was he thinking seeing me like that?
My nipples stiffened, and I watched my reflection in the mirror as they slowly elongated. Tears welled in my eyes. After the night I’d been through, I couldn’t believe that I was actually getting sexually aroused by the humiliating thought of Mark seeing me like that - catching me masturbating on the floor like a sex-starved pervert. I splashed cold water on my face, shook my head to get rid of these awful thoughts, and then got dressed before I could do anything I would regret.
I passed the morning in a restless fit of housework, doing everything I could to concentrate on the tasks at hand and not what happened the night before. I was going to drive myself crazy if I didn’t find a way to occupy myself.
Just before lunchtime, my cell phone buzzed with a text message. It was a sound I don't hear often. The message was from Mark. My stomach knotted.
"sry mom - shouldn’t have said u were a freak - please don’t b mad at me."
He was apologizing to me? Oh, my poor sweet boy. I didn’t think I could have felt any guiltier over what happened, but after seeing that, I did. Clearly he is thinking that this is his fault.
It took me a long time to compose a response. There was so much to say, but I couldn’t put it all in a text message. I wanted to wait and talk to him face to face. At the same time, I didn’t want him to go through the rest of his day thinking I was upset with him.
"I’m the one who is sorry. We’ll talk later. Love you.
I pressed the send button and my heart was beating a mile a minute. As much as I wished I could pretend it didn’t happen, this situation wasn’t something I could avoid, or gloss over. I was going to have to face up to what I did and deal with the consequences.
I was a bit more at ease after our exchange of messages - at least I wasn’t feeling like he hated me - and I went down to the basement to get the laundry out of the drier. I was convinced that this was a one-time coincidence. I folded clothes like a robot as I reviewed the evening in my mind.
Then, as I began folding a pair of Mark's boxers, the uninvited thought of his cock popped into my head. I’d handled his underwear a thousand times before without any sexual association at all. Now it was the only association I was able to make. I couldn’t help thinking about his cock and balls nestled snuggly within the thin cotton material. How many times had he gotten an erection while wearing these underwear? Maybe it was the sight of a pretty girl at school that made him hard, or one of those random erections that teenage boys get for no reason. Had his pre-cum ever seeped into the fabric, wetting it with his excitement. It would be so good to smell that right now. Before I could stop myself I pressed my lips to the front of his warm underpants and imagined my son’s cock inside them.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when my phone buzzed again. Holy shit, I had to somehow get myself together - this was insane.
I saw that there was another message from Mark.
"u said it wasn’t wrong 2 do ‘that’ - remember? when u gave me ‘the talk’"
I had to laugh. "The talk" had been very uncomfortable for both of us. I rambled on like a lunatic, all while trying to be the totally cool mom who supposedly wasn’t embarrassed trying to explain sex to her son. Halfway through I realized that all I was telling him was how getting a girl pregnant would ruin his life, and about all the awful diseases he could get, and how girls might use sex to manipulate him. I was scaring him into impotence! I then over-compensated by explaining the good things about sex. But, hearing his mother talk about how great it can be to "fuck" mortified him. It was basically a disaster. I let him know that he could always come to me if he had any questions, but he never did.
This was the first time he’d ever voluntarily mentioned anything even remotely to do with sex. I wasn’t sure how to respond. I finished folding the laundry, put it away, then replied to his message.
"True, there is nothing wrong with that when it is in private. But not in the living room - LOL. Sorry."
This obviously wasn’t something that could be laughed off, but maybe if I made light of it Mark might not think it was as bad as it truly was. Yes, it was somewhat cowardly of me, but I had already sent the message, so there wasn’t much I could do about it.
His response came back in a matter of seconds.
"no biggie - you just caught me by surprise - kinda funny when I think about it"
I wasn’t sure how to take that. I wondered exactly how much thinking about it he was doing, and it gave me a strange feeling. Strange in that it gave me a very inappropriate thrill that he was probably replaying the whole encounter in his head over and over like I had been. I shouldn’t go there, I told myself, and instead tried to figure out if I should respond again, or just let this exchange lapse. My phone buzzed in my hand before I could decide.
"going to dannys after school - having dinner there - love ya"
I was somewhat relieved. The nervous butterflies in my tummy eventually calmed, and I was able to get through the rest of the day with only a few more unsettling thoughts.
Later than I expected, I heard Mark getting in. I was already in bed reading my book when I heard him tromp past to his room. Before I could decide if I should call him in to talk about the ‘incident,’ I heard his bedroom door close. Maybe it was better to give it a little more time before dealing with it.
Ten minutes later, just as I could feel my eyelids getting heavy, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. What the heck?
I could see it was another text from Mark. He was sending me a message from his room?
"hi mom - letting u know i’m home - didn’t want 2 disturb ur privacy - haha"
That little tease. It felt odd sending him a text message with him right down the hall, but I tapped out a quick response.
"Don’t let your imagination run away, I’m only reading."
"another dirty romance book?"
"Romance, yes. Dirty, no."
"aw 2 bad"
"Maybe a little dirty :-)"
"o yes yes yes"
"OK. mind your tongue mister:-)"
"its not my tongue thats the problem"
I stared at the little screen on my phone trying to figure out what exactly he meant by that comment. If I didn’t know better, I'd say he was being a flirt.
"You should get to sleep, mister."
"taking off my clothes now"
He left it at that. Was I reading too much into this? It seemed like he was being purposefully suggestive, but it was hard to tell just from the text alone. I decided to leave it at that, set my phone on the nightstand, and tried to finish the chapter I was on.
A few minutes later, the buzz of another incoming message startled me.
"do u want me 2 delete those pics?"
My mouth dropped open. I couldn’t believe he was actually bringing that up so matter-of-fact. Knowing my son, he would have never said that to me in person. It appears that he felt more at ease behind the filter of his cell phone than talking directly. The butterflies were back.
"They’re your pictures. Do what you think is best."
My first instinct was to tell him to delete them, but I didn’t want to make him feel ashamed of himself for taking them in the first place. He was just being curious and exploring, as everyone does at that age. The more honest reason I wanted them deleted was so that I wouldn’t be tempted to look at them again.
"i only did it as a goof but I guess i’ll keep them 4 now - just in case"
Just in case of what? The wheels in my head were spinning. Was there something he was trying to tell me, or was this nothing more than the usual 'chat'?
"Fine, but keep them to yourself."
"don’t worry I won’t show anyone else - only you"
Now I knew I wasn’t just being paranoid. My son was definitely flirting with me. It was all too strange to grasp, but I was also flattered by it.
"Stop teasing. I was embarrassed"
"embarrassed about what"
"All of it!"
I knew I shouldn’t let myself get caught up in this weird little game he seemed to be playing, but I couldn’t contain my attraction with this conversation.
"For starters, you seeing me naked."
"ya but it isnt like you look bad"
"not as much as you seeing my pics"
He was getting bolder with each message it seemed. Once again, I noticed that my nipples were standing out. This was bad . . . so very bad.
"Not as much as your son catching you doing what I was doing."
There was a delay. I waited anxiously for his reply. I squeezed my thighs together to try to alleviate the building insistence between my legs. The moments ticked by. Did I go too far?
"what exactly were u doing anyway?"
Wow. I had to pause and now ask myself how far I was willing to take this. I started typing before the rational part of my brain could catch up.
"I think you know."
"i have an idea, but im not sure"
I took a deep breath and decided to just be honest with him.
" I was looking at a pic of an erection and masturbating. Happy?"
That nauseous feeling was back as soon as I pressed the send button. What the hell was I doing? Was I out of my mind? I held my breath. As I stared at my phone and waited, I tugged nervously on one of my erect nipples, rolling it between my fingers.
Just the one word. I found that I was a little disappointed . . . until a few seconds later.
"that’s kinda what I thought - but I wasn’t sure if u really did stuff like that"
"Now you know."
"do u do that a lot"
I was actually having this conversation with my son.
"On occasion. When I’m in the mood."
"r u in the mood now? haha"
I almost choked when I read that. My innocent angel was really testing the limits. I should have put an end to this much earlier, but now I was not sure how to gracefully back out. I wanted to go into his room and spank him, but that idea only seemed to arouse me. I could visualize putting Mark over my knee, pulling down his underwear, and slapping his bare ass. But then I'd see his balls, put my head down, and give them a kiss. He would squirm, roll over, and his big cock would slap me in the face. My mouth would take him in. Oh my god, I have to stop thinking about this!
I shot back a text. "None of your business, mister. :-)"
"i am in the mood" Mark responded.
Oh God, help me. So wrong . . . What do I say now?
"Teenage boys are always in the mood - LOL."
"i guess - haha - some times more than others"
It was getting hot in my room. I pulled the blanket aside, and pressed my hand against my panties. They were damp. What was the matter with me? My fingers trembled as I typed out the next message. Maybe I just needed to stop pussyfooting around and see if can get him to back down.
"Are you touching yourself now?"
There was a long pause. Did I embarrass him into smothering this thing, or was I fanning the flames?
"yes I am"
The heat was building, and it was apparently melting away my ability to responsibly manage my sexual impulses.
"Does it feel good?"
"Does it feel strange to be texting about this?"
"yes but I like it - ask me something else"
"Is your cock hard?"
very! i’m rubbing it"
" I liked the way it looked in the pictures."
"u looked hot last nite"
That did it, I couldn’t take it any longer. I put the phone down for a second and pulled off my increasingly wet panties and ran my fingers over my swollen pussy lips, down to my wet hole, then up to my impatient clit. How could he be doing this to me? It felt so wickedly good. I needed to ask Mark a question.
"You enjoyed seeing me naked?"
"yes - I thought about it all day"
"Have you ever seen a naked girl before?"
"no - not in real life - u r my 1st"
I pulled my nightgown down off my shoulders, baring my breasts, grabbed them both at the same time, and squeezed them roughly. This was too much. I picked my phone up again and tried to concentrate on my next message.
"Are you masturbating?"
"Is it difficult to play with yourself and text at the same time? LOL"
"I thought so. Keep rubbing your cock and just read without replying. Okay?'
"Wrap your whole hand around your cock. Stroke it nice and easy, squeezing your shaft firmly. Think about seeing me naked last night in the living room."
"Think about watching me finger my pussy."
"Think about mom wanting a nice firm cock. Imagine playing with your cock as you watch."
"Imagine mom turning to see you holding your big cock as I finger myself."
"Now touch your balls. play with them. You have such a beautiful cock. Stroke it for me."
I didn’t care how warped this was - it was the hottest thing I’d ever done in my life.
"Rub your hard cock for Mommy. Make it feel good."
"Think about mom's tits and ass and pussy. Make your cock feel really good like I would."
"Mommy loves your cock so much. It is so big and hard."
"Mommy wanted your big cock in her last night."
I was typing as fast as I could manage. I’d never said anything this dirty in my life - not even when I was younger. I could see myself getting addicted to this. Before I was able to finish my next text, a buzz announced an incoming message. I opened it and let out a surprised squeal.
It wasn’t a text, it was a photo. Then another buzz and another pic. The views were looking down at Mark’s erect cock with the head all covered in a creamy white coating of fresh cum. Some had shot up on his belly. The shock didn’t stop me from being incredibly turned on by this.
"that was awesome - g’nite mom!"
"Did I do that?"
"It looks so creamy and delicious. You know what I'm going to do now?"
"like last night"
"Oh yes. Looking at all the cum on your big cock makes mommy want to cum."
"i like that"
"Mom likes to make you cum. I am so hungry for cum."
"you r making me hard"
"Good night, Mark. Thanks. Love you."
I imagined now that he had gotten off, he'd come to his senses and stop texting with me. I was glad, because I was in serious need of having my hands free by that point.
I quickly went back and displayed the image again. I turned over and got up on my knees, yanked my nightgown off, and propped the phone on my pillow so I’d have a good view of it. I was happy that my "smart phone" had a large display.
My fingers were buried in my pussy as soon as I got into position. I couldn’t believe I was letting myself do this again. All the guilt was forgotten and the only thing I wanted was to recapture that feeling from the previous night. This time without any interruption.
I wasn’t just using my fingers. I was getting into it with my whole body, as though I was having full-blown sex. This was so out of character for me. Nothing like the quick diddle I usually gave my clit, where I lay almost still, moving nothing but my middle finger and getting it over with as quickly as possible. Not only was I now masturbating above the sheets, with the lights on, but I was totally fucking myself.
The bed bounced and the phone jiggled on the pillow in front of me. I frantically fondled my tits, and pulled hard on my excited nipples. Then I added a second finger to my pussy, then forced in a third. Oh, yeah, that hit the spot!
“Mommy loves your cock,” I breathed. Saying it out loud had the same effect on me as it had before, and I fucked myself harder. “Look at all that cum you made for Mommy.”
I could feel my orgasm coming immediately. I wanted this to last. I didn’t want to cum yet, but I couldn’t slow down. The wet noises coming from my soaked pussy spurred me on.
“Mommy wants to taste your cum, baby.” I surprised myself with the filthy things I was hearing coming out of my mouth. “Mommy wants to eat your cum, baby.”
I could almost feel it on my tongue as I fixated on the image of my son’s hard penis. I was captivated by the gooey liquid that had shot from the tip of his cock, over his hand, and across his taught belly as he stroked that fine cock.
“I want to lick it all up,” I moaned. “Let Mommy clean up your cum and swallow it.”
It was suddenly happening again.
“Oh, God, I’m cumming. I’m cumming, Mark. Your big, hard cock is making your Mommy cummmmm . . . ahhhhh!”
I bucked and thrashed on my knees in the bed with half my hand stuffed in my pussy hole. It was nearly a full minute before I had milked every last shiver of physical joy from my climax. I couldn’t help but laugh at myself when I realized how happy I felt in that moment.
I eased my fingers out of my pussy and sat back. I gasped when I saw the huge wet spot I’d left on the bed sheet. I Oddly, that just made me smile even more.
I turned the light off on my nightstand, turned over and settled my bare ass down right on top of that big nasty wet spot I’d made. I don’t know why I did it, but it felt good. I hadn’t slept naked in years. It felt so naughty.
I felt around, located my phone and held it up. The glow illuminated my face and breasts. I meant to shut it off, but I couldn’t stop gazing at my son’s semen-covered cock. I thought about how he had been reading my dirty messages and masturbating. I made him cum like that. Mark was imagining my naked body as he squirted cum all over himself. The image of my son’s cock lingered vividly in my head as I floated off to sleep.
I awoke naked and feeling rather naughty. What I had done last night with Mark took on interesting proportions. It was one thing to indulged myself in a little private perversity, but now I’ve gotten Mark involved. He was only sixteen years old and I certainly knew better. But, why was I losing control and letting this sexual obsession with texting take over? I felt like I needed to do something.
I got out of bed, changed the sheets and still had time before I had to leave for work. I put on my sweats and hopped on the treadmill for a quick workout. I had a real spring in my step despite all the worries I was contending with. After a revitalizing jog, I showered and dressed.
I could hear Mark in the kitchen pouring himself a bowl of cereal. I hesitated, thinking that I should sneak back to my room and wait for him to leave for school. I decided I was being ridiculous. I shouldn’t be avoiding my own son. What kind of example was that to set? I took a deep breath and went into the kitchen.
Mark looked up as soon as I stepped in, then quickly looked away with a little smirk on his face.
“Good morning,” I said as if there was nothing out of the ordinary between us.
“Hey, Mom,” he mumbled through a mouthful of Cheerios without taking his eyes from his bowl.
“You have enough money for lunch?” I asked casually as I poured myself a glass of orange juice that I didn’t really want.
“I’m all set.” He slurped up another spoonful. “You, um . . . look nice today.”
I blushed. Not at the unprecedented compliment, but at the fact that it gave me a little pitter-patter in my chest. This was ridiculous! I was a grown woman acting like a high school girl.
“Thanks, honey.” I gave him a big smile, which prompted him to blush. How was I ever going to get us back to normal? I put my glass in the sink, grabbed my purse and headed for the door. “I’ll see you when I get home.”
I paused as I passed Mark and gave him a kiss on the forehead, and a pat on the shoulder. Mark stood up and gave me a big hug. It felt nice just to touch him. We’d always had a strong connection, even if neither of us went out of our way to show it lately, but I knew that it was still there.
I got to work and barely remembered the commute. My mind was somewhere else. I made small talk with the tellers, helped with the early-morning rush of customers, and caught up on some e-mail. I was going through the motions, but my head wasn’t in it.
Just before lunch my cell phone buzzed and my heart jumped. I looked around to see if anyone had noticed me acting like a criminal and quickly checked the message that had arrived from Mark.
"staying after 2day 4 bball practice"
All right. This was good. This was normal.
"Ok. Thanks for letting me know."
A minute passed and I thought that was that. Then another buzz.
"did u like the new pic I sent last nite?"
There was that flutter in my tummy. Damn it. What was wrong with me?
"You need to focus on school. I'm at work."
There, that was the responsible thing to do. Firm, but not a reprimand. I sent it off. After a few moments of doubt, I added:
"Yes, I liked it VERY much."
"cool - later"
No! Not "cool"! It was anything but "cool"! Why did I put "very" in all-caps? Why was I being so stupid. Why am I so obsessed with this kind of texting?
I had to pull it together. First step was getting rid of that picture Mark had sent me. I located it and found the delete command, but couldn’t press it. I just wanted one last look. I gazed at all that semen coating the swollen head of my son’s cock. Would anyone be able to see if I touched myself under my desk? Look at that beautiful cock of his. So much cum!
“I see you’ve finally joined the text generation,” Peggy’s voice at my office door scared the living wits out of me. “Welcome to the twenty-first century.” She added a handful of paperwork to the top of my in-box. “Look how red your cheeks are getting,” Peggy chirped with delight. “Did I catch you sending messages to one of your boyfriends? It is a fine line between texting and sexting.”
“No,” I laughed, “Just the usual stuff.”
"Looks like you are enjoying yourself way too much." Peggy replied.
I fanned my face to cool my burning cheeks. I had broken out in a full-body sweat. This was crazy. If dopey Peggy could tell I was up to something inappropriate the second she walked into my office, then it wouldn’t be long before someone with half a brain figured me out.
The rest of the day dragged by, but at least I was able to concentrate on my work without being distracted.
When I got home there was a note on the kitchen table from Mark letting me know he went to the mall, but would be home before dinner. I wondered why he didn't text me. Maybe that is a good sign. I got the water boiling for the spaghetti (his favorite), then went to change out of my work suit.
I put on my comfy clothes, but then noticed how frumpy they made me look. I changed into a pair of jeans that were a size too small, but made my butt look really good. I picked out a nice top that wasn’t anything fancy, but showed a lot more cleavage than the baggy sweatshirt I usually wore. As I was in front of the mirror freshening my make-up, I became aware of what I was doing. It was like getting ready for a date! What was wrong with me?
Buzz buzz. It was a text from Mark. "b home soon"
Just as I was taking the garlic bread out of the oven, the back door banged open and Mark bounded in with a big smile on his handsome face. He had on a new hat from "Lids" - as if he needed another baseball cap.
“Mmm, smells good,” he said rubbing his hands together. He was still being somewhat shy with me, looking away quickly when I turned to put the bread on the table.
“Be careful, the sauce is hot,” I warned him. He looked like he was about to make a comment, but he held back. I suspected it might have been a suggestive wisecrack related to my "sauce" being "hot." I took that he restrained himself as a good sign.
“How was your day?” I asked, taking his hat off for him and laying it on the table. “Anything new going on at school?”
The usual routine was that I asked what went on at school that day, he said "nothing much," then he grabbed his plate and went to watch TV in the living room while he ate. This time he sat down at the table, then he really threw me for a loop and actually told me about his day.
“Mrs. Hadley caught Josh cheating on the math test today,” he began.
I was happy with this pleasant development, and was thrilled to have a conversation with my son other than the impulsive text messages. We got to talk about high school, cheating, and ethics. I could get used to this.
The whole time we were talking, however, I was looking for the right moment to bring up the fact that we had to put an end to our texting shenanigans, but I didn’t want to spoil the nice conversation we were having. So I chose to hold off.
As he talked, I became lost in my son. His words blurred together while I watched his lips move and became enthralled by his mouth. Mark’s teeth were perfect since he got his braces off. His lips were just right, not too thin, not too plump. I’d felt them many times on my cheek at bedtime or during goodbyes. So soft and warm.
He plowed ahead with his story and his hazel-green eyes danced between his plate of food and me. Each time he flashed me a look, I melted a little more into those bright, eager eyes of his. It was cute the way his curls fell down over his forehead. I’d been trying to take him for a haircut for weeks now, but I was actually starting to like the shaggy, wild look. I reached over and brushed the hair away from his eyes so I could see them better. He just grinned, submissively tolerating my fussing.
I pulled my hand back before the urge to caress his face overtook me. If I allowed myself that, I wouldn’t be able to resist running my fingers through his hair. Then I’d be pulling him toward me, bringing my lips to his, inviting his tongue with my own. My hands would be on him. I’d want his hands on me. There’d be no stopping myself once it got to that point. I'd unzip his pants, pull out his cock, drop to my knees and suck him until he shot cum into my mouth. I tried to contain my fantasy, but I felt myself faltering and began reaching for him.
The home phone rang. The noise was loud and rude, and it made me absurdly angry to hear it. Mark jumped up to answer, and I calmed myself with the thought that it was a good thing my moment of weakness was disrupted. I was definitely losing it.
Mark hung up on the telemarketer, and dutifully cleared the dishes.
“Tomorrow’s garbage day, right? I’ll go put out the cans.”
It was the first time I didn’t have to remind him. Strange days, indeed.
Once I finished cleaning up after dinner, I found Mark in the living room doing homework. Mark always got decent grades, but I rarely ever saw him doing homework. He usually claimed he’d gotten it all done in school, which was suspicious. Well, I didn’t want to interrupt him, so I figured our talk could wait.
I busied myself with getting the linen closet organized. I must have lost track of time because I was surprised when I saw Mark coming down the hallway heading for his bedroom.
“Past my bedtime,” He joked as I put away the last stack of neatly folded towels.
“What time is it?”
“Just after ten.”
Which wasn’t anywhere near his usual bedtime.
He passed by me and I caught the scent of his boyish sweat mixed with the fading aroma of Axe body spray. A little chill ran up my spine. Damn! I had to get control of myself.
“Night, Mom,” Mark said with a sheepish smile and gave me a little wave. In the hand that he waved with was his cell phone. Before I could gather my senses to say anything, he was in his room with the door closed.
I headed to the kitchen, unplugged my cell phone from the charger, went to my own room, closed the door, and changed for bed. I thought about turning my phone off for the night, but then decided that if Mark did text me, I could find a way to gently nip our exchange in the bud. Maybe he would get the hint that the party was over.
Minutes into the first chapter of my book, there came that familiar buzz. I hated how excited I was to hear it.
"thanks 4 a great dinner"
"I'm glad you liked it."
"Love your sauce"
"I could see that. You had my sauce all over your face."
What was I thinking. That message was nothing less than bait. Oh my god. I was getting so horny texting again.
"im still licking my lips"
"i didnt say anything, but you got some sauce down the front of your blouse"
"You didn't offer to help clean me up?"
"i was thinking about what the sauce was on"
"Now that you said that I can see a little sauce ran down my boobs."
"yea that's what I like"
"You like mom's boobs?"
"i think you have perfect tits"
With excited trepidation, I stripped out of my nightgown. I fidgeted with my phone until I figured out how to take a pic.
I sat up straight, tweaked my nipples to make sure they were standing up proud, thrust my chest out, held my phone at arm’s length and snapped the shot. I looked at it and was surprisingly pleased with how it came out. I usually hate the way I look in photos, but I had to admit I came out looking good.
I was very turned on as I struggled to send a photo. I could only imagine how the wait was driving Mark insane. Before I sent the photo, I tapped out a message.
"Don’t laugh. You have to delete it as soon as you’re done looking."
With a thumping heart I actually went through with it and sent a picture of my naked breasts to my son. This was twisted.
"are these urs"
"ur tits r amazing"
"I’m glad you like them."
"u r so hot - i’m jacking off right now over ur pic"
It struck me that Mark was maybe only thirty feet away, just down the hall, naked and masturbating his big cock right at that moment. I could walk to his room in a matter of seconds and be able to see him stroking his penis. The thought took my breath away. Of course, if I really did that it would embarrass him to death. I would have to content myself with our naughty text exchanges.
"Don’t cum on your phone – LOL".
There was no immediate reply. I imagined he wanted to focus on what he was doing. Which was looking at my naked tits and whacking off like a sex-crazed monkey.
I played with my breasts and could almost feel his eyes on my nipples. I wondered if he’d like to see them in the flesh. That would be so hot to let him see me topless and watch him jerk off at the sight of me. I could visualize the scene. I was so horny.
One hand dropped down between my legs and I squeezed my pussy through my panties. I thought about taking them off, but then decided to leave them on for now. I pressed a finger against the satiny fabric and into the crease between my lips. This all felt too good.
Buzz, buzz . . .
" done! haha - u should c how far it squirted. I did hit the pic too"
He had no idea how badly I wanted to see that. Inexplicably, behind the mask of my cell phone, I became a foul-mouthed cum slut.
"Sounds like you had a lot of fun cuming on mommy's tits. Would like you to fuck my tits? "
"yes. u r the hottest mom in the world!"
"Can I see your cock?"
What did I just ask? Was he going to walk in and show me his cock or send me a pic? I meant to ask for a pic. Was that juicy erection going to be in my face? A moment later a pic arrived. Disappointment followed relief. Cum was still oozing from his little cock-slit. It was so hot. I wanted to taste it.
"You got me in the mood, so now I have to take care of myself."
"r u really going 2 play with your pussy"
"That’s my plan."
"i don’t even know how girls do it exactly"
His naïve curiosity was turning me on like nothing I have imagined.
"There are certain spots we rub to make ourselves feel good."
"Right now I’m running my finger up and down my pussy lips."
"r u naked?
"I am now. I just took off my panties and I’m lying on my bed thinking about you."
"Yes I was thinking of how nice it is to see you cum looking at my tits."
"I’m spreading my legs open wide and touching my pussy."
"i’m touching myself again 2"
"MMMmmm. I’m thinking about your big cock as I slide two fingers into my vagina."
"what does it feel like"
"It’s warm, and wet, and slippery. It feels so good when I'm filled up inside. It would make you feel very good too."
"i bet u have a real sexy pussy"
I was enjoying this way too much. Teasing my son, fingering myself, knowing he was beating off in the next room. Only a few days ago I was an average, boring suburban single mother, and now I was some kind of insatiable sex maniac.
"I DO have a very sexy pussy - LOL . . . now I’m rubbing my clit."
"My clitoris. It’s up near the top of my pussy and it feels incredibly good when I touch it. It would feel even better if you touched it."
"do u cum like i do"
"I believe the feeling is similar, but women don’t have sperm so I don’t squirt like you do."
"but you do get wet"
He was so clueless and sweet. All this texting was getting me hot as hell, but I had to stop masturbating every time I wrote a message. It was like extended foreplay, great foreplay, but maddening at the same time. I needed an orgasm.
"Now I’m rubbing my clit faster with my finger."
"thats so hot - i want to see your clit"
That’s when it dawned on me that the poor boy had probably never seen a pussy before. On impulse I pointed the phone between my legs, spread my cunt lips open wide and snapped a picture. I quickly sent it to Mark before I came to my senses.
"Does that help?"
"that is so fine. a hot pussy. ur pussy"
Oh God, what had I done? What was wrong with me?
"Sorry - I didn’t mean to scare you."
"mom - this is awesome! i love it"
"My clit is that pink button where my lips meet at the top."
"i can see ur clit! u let me c ur pussy"
I couldn’t believe it either. I’d never posed for a naked picture in my life; no matter how much my ex-husband begged me, I refused. And now here I was snapping off a hardcore photo of my cunt like it was nothing and showing it off to my 16-year-old masturbating son. I couldn’t wait a second longer - I had to cum!
"Mommy has to put her phone down for a minute so I can finish finger fucking her pussy."
I writhed on my bed, one hand groping along the length of my body, grabbing my tits, pinching my nipples, caressing my naked belly. The other hand was beating furiously between my legs. The texting and sex pics were a mental blur. My pussy was wetter than the night before. I could feel my juices flooding down into crack of my ass.
"I want to see you cum." Mark said.
It was Mark's voice that excited me this time - not the buzz of the cell phone or the reading of a "sext" message. He had walked in and watched intently as I fingered my cunt.
"Yes Mark. Yes!" I moaned - not slowing my rhythms. "I want to cum for you, baby!"
"That is so fuckin' hot!" Mark wailed.
“Look at my cunt, Mark,” I demanded huskily. “Look at Mommy’s wet pussy! Mommy wants to fuck!"
Mark stroked his cock as he gawked at full attention.
"That is too hot!" Mark exclaimed as he moved closer to me. "I want to fuck!"
"Any time you want me honey." I said as I buried another finger inside my cunt. "Oh my god your cock is huge!"
No, it wasn't the camera angle or my imagination. Mark had a dick like a porn star. Every woman wants to know what big cock feels like. I was aching to find out if size mattered.
"It's so hard it hurts." He groaned as precum began to dribble.
I touched my lips to his cock-head, sucked the precum up into my mouth, held it there, then swallowed slowly. I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy that for several lazy seconds.
"That is the hottest thing ever!" Mark exclaimed.
"Mom wants to suck all the cum out of your cock." I responded in a slutty voice.
"Mom!" He cried with his cock sticking out. "I'm going to cum!"
"Look at mommy's pussy baby. Do you want to fuck your mommy?" I asked in a rather begging tone. "I want you to fuck my hot, wet cunt."
Did I truly just say all that? It didn’t seem real. I was now saying things to my son that I’d barely ever permitted myself to think. There seemed to be no limit to the perverted filth I was capable of. My son was standing in front of me with his cock in hand. He was looking at my cunt right that second. He was seeing my wild tangle of untrimmed pubic hair, the tip of my erect clit, my swollen inner lips, and the gaping entrance of my vagina all slick with wetness - actually dripping for his cock. What was it about texting that triggered the uncontrollable slut in me?
I planted my feet flat on the bed and lifted my hips up off the mattress. I wanted him to see his mad slut. I wanted Mark to fuck my horny cunt. I wanted this young hard stud of mine to put his cock inside me. I wanted to feel a huge fountain of warm semen. I wanted thick, gooey cum to coat my face, and tits, and cunt . . .
"Mommy needs to cum baby. Mommy needs you to fuck her NOW!" I said talking to his cock like it was a microphone.
Mark's cock shot cum all over my face and tits. Seconds later I pulled him down on top of insatiable body.
"Oh god Mark. Stick that big cock into mommy's cunt!" I yelled as he entered me. "Oh sweetie, fuck your mommy! Fuck me hard!"
I was possessed by the most intense orgasm yet. I couldn’t hold it in. I let out a loud throaty scream of pure ecstasy, intensified by my son's unbelievable cock. Copious quantities of cum seeped from my well filled slit.
"You are not going to need a cell phone tonight baby." I whispered into his ear. "Not unless you are calling for help."
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