Gender: Female Age: 57 Location: New York
|Introduction: Mother and son work together on a kinky project.|
Mom Needs Son's Help, Ch. 1 of 2
I had been wanting to ask my son for a favor, but the embarrassment stopped me each time I tried to bring it up. As Daniel finished his dinner, I served him his favorite dessert and prepared myself for yet another attempt.
"What about you?" he asked.
"I don't need the calories," I said, patting my generous hips for emphasis, then sat down at the table with him.
The fact of it is that I'm a big gal.
It's not that I'm grossly obese or anything like that, but as my husband Bill says, I have a lot of meat on my bones. Which is the way he likes me. About ten years ago I went on an all-out health kick and lost almost thirty pounds. I liked the way I looked, but I was miserable the whole time. Bill especially hated how my boobs got smaller. We were both much happier after I let the diet go by the wayside. I slowly returned to my 'normal' weight, and my boobs filled out to their previously huge proportions.
These days I simply did my best not to over-indulge, and made an effort to get some exercise a few times a week. This seemed to strike a happy balance for everyone.
"I bought a new camera the other day," I mentioned conversationally.
"Cool," Daniel responded through a mouthful of banana cream pie.
"It's one of those fancy digital ones," I went on, trying to work my way toward asking about what I wanted. "It does video, too."
"It's about time you joined the twenty-first century," he laughed. "I think you're the only one who still uses film in your camera."
"The reason I got it," I tried to swallow away the lump in my throat but couldn't, "I wanted to surprise your father and send him a video."
"He's still coming home next month though, right?" Daniel's voice was anxious.
"No, honey, I talked to him on the phone yesterday and the company extended his contract again."
"Fuck!" He was about to pound his fist on the table, but he restrained himself. "Sorry, Mom." Daniel sat back in his chair, trying to hide how upset he was. "It's been over eight months. It was only supposed to be three. It's not fair."
I didn't realize he would miss his father so much, but this was the longest he'd ever been away from us, so we were navigating uncharted waters. Bill was a consultant with a security company. He told us he was working in Saudi Arabia, but I knew better.
"I know, I know." I patted his hand to comfort him. I looked at my seventeen-year-old son and even though I knew he was almost a man now, I could still see the little boy in his hurt eyes. "I miss him, too. But he'll be back with us safe and sound soon enough, you can count on it."
"Can I record a message for him, too?" he asked, trying to put on a brave face.
"Um...sure, I think he'd like that." I felt myself chickening out again and forced myself to just say it. "I need your help, though. You know how I am with technical stuff."
"I swear I'm going to teach you how to work the remote for the TV before I die," he teased and returned to the last of his dessert.
I got caught up, as I often do, in admiring my boy. He was wearing his hair short these days. I missed the curly brown mess he'd had all through high school, but the new style did make him look more mature. He kept his handsome face clean-shaven, like his father. There were some faint scars from a bad case of acne when he was younger, but he wore them well and it gave him a somewhat rugged edge. When my gaze fell to his broad shoulders, as it always seemed to, the attraction shifted dangerously close to that of a woman rather than a mother. I snapped myself out of my brief reverie before it could go any further.
"Go ahead, rub it in," I said. "I just need you to set it up for me and show me how to make it record."
He shrugged. "Yeah, sure."
"Okay, good. I'll go get it." My nerves were jangling all over now. I didn't have the guts to tell him the whole story. Maybe I could get away with not having to let on what I was up to. It was a long shot, but it was the only way I could handle moving forward with this foolishness.
I brought him the camera in its box. Daniel dug it out, put the batteries in, leafed through the manual, played with the settings, and in no time at all sorted the gizmo out. I tried to sit patiently, twirling a long strand of my honey-blond hair around my fingers nervously--a habit I'd been trying to break since I was a girl. Once I forced myself to stop, I instead found myself pacing, and wiping up messes on the kitchen counter that weren't there.
"All set," he announced. "Where do you want to shoot it?"
He followed me out of the kitchen, through the living room, down the hall and into my bedroom. There he saw the tripod I had set up by the bed.
"You want to do it in here?" He looked around a little confused.
I took a deep breath and fought past my embarrassment.
"Yes. Like I mentioned, I want to make a video. For my husband. Who I haven't been 'with' for eight months."
"Yeah, but..." I could see it suddenly dawn on him. "Oh."
His cheeks blushed redder than mine must have been at that moment. I was mortified that I had to basically tell my son I was trying to make a sex video for his father, but at the same time I couldn't help thinking how cute it was the way be became so flustered.
Daniel attached the camera to the tripod, and made sure it was properly angled toward the bed without saying a word.
"Press this button to start," he mumbled. "Then press it again when...ah...when you're done."
I patted him on the shoulder and gave him a kiss on the cheek before he made a quick exit.
There, that was over with. Now I just had to summon the courage to put on a show.
I'd never done anything like this before. I hated having my picture taken, and I was never comfortable with letting Bill make a video of me naked. But this was a special case. He sounded so lonely and far away on the phone, I knew I would have to get over my self-consciousness and do what I had to for my husband.
I changed into some revealing lingerie, fixed my hair and makeup, then pressed the record button. I got on the bed, knelt facing the camera, and started with some sexy poses. I rubbed my boobs and pulled at my nipples the way he liked. I lay back and reached down between my legs and played with myself. I had no idea if I was even still in view of the camera. It took longer than usual since I wasn't able to concentrate very well, but I finally managed to coax out a respectable little orgasm.
I blew a kiss to the camera, then hit the button to stop the recording.
As I put on my robe and tied the sash I realized that it was actually kind of fun. I felt so naughty. I wanted to see it! I fiddled with the camera, but couldn't figure out how to make the video play. I got stuck on some setup menu, and couldn't get it to go away.
I sighed, knowing I needed my son's help again. Daniel was in his room with headphones on when I found him.
"Can you show me how to play it back?" I could see the blush return instantly to his face, but he dutifully got up and followed me back to my room. "I'm sorry, honey, I know this is awkward. Thanks for helping me."
He pressed a few buttons, the menu disappeared and he had it in playback mode. He was so smart.
"Press here and it will play."
"Hold on," I said before he could leave. "Let me make sure I can do it. Don't look." I pressed the button he'd showed me. The image of my bed appeared on the little view screen for a second, then it stopped. "Wait, what happened?"
Daniel checked it. "You must have hit the record button twice when you started." He flipped through some screens. "Yeah, see here's a second video. When you hit the button to stop, you actually started recording again." He selected the second video, and there was suddenly an extreme close up of my left boob filling the view screen. "Whoops," he blurted out with surprise and quickly looked away.
I burst out laughing in a fit of embarrassed nerves. Leave it to me to screw up pressing a button. And now my boy had gotten an eyeful of his mom's big ol' titty. Could this get any more humiliating?
"Oh, well," I tried to diffuse the situation. "It's not like you've never see one of those before."
"I'll just erase these for you," he said with a slight quaver in his voice. He deleted the two files and returned it to record mode. "Did you want to...try again?"
"I'm all dressed up with no where to go," I joked, trying to play this all off as no big deal, while inside I was bouncing between profound discomfort and giddy exhilaration.
"Okay then, how about I start it recording, then you can call me when you're finished, and I'll come in and stop it. That way you don't have to do anything except...well...you know."
"Sounds like a plan," I said merrily. It was weird thinking that my son was going to be in his bedroom, fully aware of the fact that his mother was playing with herself in front of the camera a few rooms away. I was more than ready for round two.
Daniel reset the camera angle, pressed record, then left me to it.
I pretty much repeated what I had done earlier, only this time my orgasm came a little easier, and I felt it a bit more intensely for some reason. I got back into my robe and called Daniel. He came and stopped the recording.
"Did it work? Let me see it," I pestered him.
He cued up the video, pressed play and looked away before I appeared. I watched several seconds of my empty bed before seeing myself step into the shot and look into the camera.
"Hi baby, I miss your cock."
I screamed! I didn't know these things played the sound, too!
"Cover your ears!" I yelled at Daniel.
"Press the mute button," he yelled back as he stuck his fingers in his ears. "Bottom left, bottom left!"
"Have you been missing your favorite girl's puss--" I found the button and my dirty talk was silenced. My heart was racing and I felt a warm flush all over.
"I'm sorry, honey, I didn't realize..."
"It's okay," he conceded. "It's not like I've never heard that before."
I watched myself on the tiny screen step back away from the camera and get onto the bed. I started going through my sexy routine, but it was really dark and I was totally hidden in shadows.
"Does it look different on this screen than it really does?" I asked.
"What do you mean?"
"It's too dark, you can't see anything."
"I don't know. I can't tell without looking."
"Well...you can look if you want. There's nothing showing."
Daniel hesitantly looked at the video of my silhouette writhing suggestively. He swallowed hard and checked some settings.
"No, it's not the screen. I think it's because you had the nightstand lights on behind you, or something."
I don't know what came over me, but before I realized it the tears were flowing.
"Why can't I do this?" I wept and plopped down onto the edge of the bed. "I just want to do this for your father, but I'm so stupid I can't get it right. What's wrong with me?"
"Aw, Mom, it's nothing to cry about," Daniel said, then sat down and put an arm around me. "It's a tricky camera, it's not that easy."
"It's easy for you. I'm just a big dummy who can't even make a simple video myself."
"Come on, don't say that," he squeezed my shoulder and I could feel the strength in him. It wasn't an empty gesture on his part. In my moment of desperate vulnerability, he made me feel safe and loved. Loved in a way I hadn't felt for so many long months.
"I'm sorry. I'm being silly." I took a deep breath, and leaned my head on my son's shoulder. "He's risking so much and working so hard for us over there, and all I wanted to do was give him something that would make it a little easier to get through it all."
"I get it, Mom. I think it's really cool what you're trying to do. And I know Dad is going to love it once you get it sorted out."
"Maybe I should just write him a racy letter instead."
"Don't give up now. You already have the camera and all."
"I don't know. Even if I do get it right, I'll probably look awful anyway."
"Don't say that. You've still got it going on."
I wiped the tears away and could feel the sudden storm of emotions ebbing.
"Thanks, sweetie, but maybe it wasn't meant to be."
A comfortable silence enfolded us as we each became lost in our own thoughts. After a time, Daniel cleared his throat and spoke up.
"Well...um...probably not, but if you wanted I could help."
"You've already been a big help."
"No, I mean help you, ah...actually make the video." His voice was quiet and unsure.
I took a moment to make certain I understood what he was proposing.
"Are you saying that you would be in the room working the camera while I was..."
He gave a slight nod of confirmation.
"Oh, honey, no." Now I was the one who was flustered. "I couldn't let you do that."
"I can tell how much you want this for Dad, and I hate seeing how upset it's making you."
"I understand, darling, but I couldn't do those things in front of you. Besides, you'd be scarred for life seeing your own mother behaving like that."
"Okay. It was just a stupid idea. Forget it."
"Thanks, honey." I gave him a smooch on the cheek. "I appreciate the offer."
He gave me a small smile. It looked as if he wanted to say something else, but chose instead to head back to his room.
That night I wasn't able to fall asleep. I tossed and turned, my mind racing with all sorts of useless thoughts. I rolled over onto my back and could see the shadowy shape of the tripod and camera near the foot of the bed. I realized all those random thoughts were a way of not thinking about the one subject I was trying to avoid.
I imagined Daniel standing behind the camera and looking over the top of it at me.
I pulled aside the covers and opened my pajama-clad legs experimentally. A thrill ran through me and I was suddenly ashamed of myself for even imagining such a thing. I closed my legs quickly and tried to think of something else.
I wondered what Daniel was doing in his room right now. Was he asleep, or was he still awake, thinking about what had gone on tonight? Maybe he was touching himself and remembering the quick peek he had of my breast on the view screen. He had obviously been uncomfortable with the whole situation, but was there a small possibility that in the privacy of his own room he was a little turned on by it all? Like I was right now.
My legs seemed to part of their own will, and I finally gave in to my perverse thoughts. No one would know I was dreaming of my virile young son looking at my naked body. No one would ever know I was masturbating to a secret fantasy of him.
I made myself come in no time at all, and was more than a little surprised that I permitted myself to go there. Now that it was over, I was ashamed of myself for allowing my nasty thoughts to take me to such a forbidden place. I tried to explain it away with the fact that I hadn't had a man for almost eight months. Daniel certainly wouldn't ever think of me in that way.
I needed to get a grip, and not let making this video get the better of me.
* * * * *
The following afternoon I was standing outside Daniel's bedroom door, too afraid to knock.
That morning I had waited anxiously for him to leave. Neither of us mentioned the events of the previous evening, and he headed off to register for classes. I was so happy he decided to attend the local state college instead of going somewhere far away.
Once he'd left, I changed into something sexy and made another go at it. After three failed attempts I'd managed to get the camera to lock up with a big 'error' icon blinking accusingly at me from that smug little damn view screen.
I wanted to throw the stupid thing across the room.
My knock on his door was quiet enough so that he wouldn't hear it if he had his headphones on. I was half hoping this was the case, and was ready to give up and creep away, but then I heard him.
"Yeah, just a second," he called. My heart thumped a bit quicker. "Come on in."
I went in and found him sitting in bed reading a book. "Did you get what you wanted?"
"Huh?" He looked guilty for some reason. "Oh, you mean for classes? Yeah, it wasn't as much of a madhouse as I'd expected, so it went pretty smooth."
I sat down on his bed, and fidgeted with the threads around the edge of the hole in the knee of the old pair of jeans I had on. I was as nervous as a schoolgirl. A forty-four year old schoolgirl.
"I've been giving it a lot of thought," I began without being able to look him in the eye. "And maybe I was too quick to dismiss your suggestion."
"About me helping you with the video?"
"I'm not saying I want to do it, but we could at least discuss it."
"Okay," he said, sitting up and putting his book aside.
"Well, first off, do you really understand what is...involved?"
"Not sure what you mean by 'involved.'"
Once again I felt a displaced sense of not quite being myself as I pushed past the embarrassment and said what needed to be said out loud.
"I mean, you understand exactly what I'm trying to make a video of."
"I think so..."
"I'd be naked, for one thing." I began to feel lightheaded as I heard myself saying these words to my son. "And I would be doing things...to myself. Very intimate things."
"That's pretty much what I guessed," he acknowledged hoarsely as the blush rose once again on his cheeks.
"You really think you'd be okay with seeing your own mother pleasuring herself like that? Wouldn't you be too embarrassed, or ashamed, or...disgusted by it?"
He thought about it for a few moments.
"Well, I can't say it wouldn't be weird. But I know for sure I wouldn't be disgusted at all. I think what you're doing is a beautiful thing. I'd hate for you and Dad to miss out on sharing it because you can't work out some minor technical glitches."
"Oh, I just don't know. I had a hard enough time doing...you-know-what in front of the camera by myself, much less in front of you."
"Yeah, but everything you never tried before is kind of like that at first, isn't it?"
"Maybe if it was anyone else."
"Who? Ernie the mailman? He would probably pay to do it!"
"Eww, I bet he would at that," I giggled. Daniel was always able to find a way to make me laugh in any situation.
"Look, obviously it's totally up to you. I'm not trying to push you into anything you don't want to do, but who else could you trust more than me with something like this? And, speaking as a guy, I know how much Dad would appreciate a reminder of what's waiting for him at home. Maybe once he sees your video he won't agree to another stupid contract extension."
It was all I could do to keep from getting all teary-eyed when I heard that.
"I need to think about it some more." I was finally feeling comfortable enough to look him in the eye and give him a smile. "I would hate for this to make you think less of me."
"Why would I?"
"Well, because I'm your mother. And there are certain things a child isn't supposed to know about his mom."
"I'm not supposed to know that you masturbate?"
"Don't say it like that," I scolded reflexively. He chuckled at my shocked reaction.
"It's what we're talking about isn't it? If you can't say it in front of me, how do you expect to be able to do it I front of me?"
"All right then." I steeled myself for another try at it. "You shouldn't know about how I...masturbate. That's something that should be kept private."
"Come on, Mom," he nudged my shoulder playfully. "Your husband's been away for most of a year, you don't think I know you're taking care of yourself now and again?" He paused, then gave me a little smirk. "To be honest, I was doing it when you knocked on my door."
I cast an involuntarily glance at his lap, now understanding why he was in bed under the sheet 'reading' in the middle of the afternoon.
"Oh, dear, I'm...I'm sorry. I'll get out of here and let you--"
"Mom, relax, it's no big deal." He took my wrist and got me to sit back down. "I'm not a little kid anymore. We're both adults. Even if we don't do the video, we should at least be able to be honest about these kinds of things with each other. I've got no girlfriend, and you've got no husband right now, so what else are we supposed to do?"
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have overreacted like that." I took a few calming breaths. "But you know me. I wasn't raised to talk about sex stuff, so this is very strange and scary to me."
"I think it's hysterical how uncomfortable you get when we're watching TV together and a condom commercial comes on."
"I do not," I slapped his arm, knowing it was true. "Okay, I'll try to loosen up, but you have to understand this is really difficult for me." I tried to gather my thoughts, and not be distracted by the little tingles I was feeling between my legs. "So, you were masturbating your penis and I interrupted?"
Daniel laughed at my clumsy attempt to openly talk about sex with him. He happily played along.
"Yep, rubbing one out before dinner."
"Were you looking at a dirty magazine, or something?"
"Nope. Just fantasizing in my head."
"What were you thinking about?"
I felt a jolt of surprise when his eyes flicked to my chest for a split second. He may not even have been aware that he'd done it, but I fully understood what it meant.
"Oh...about a hot girl...that I saw at registration."
"Sounds nice," I said to cover my lingering astonishment. "I better let you get back to it then."
I stood up, then leaned down and gave him a kiss on the forehead. I realized as I was doing it that he would have a clear view at my more than ample cleavage only inches from his face. Instead of being troubled by this, I found it gave me one of those little thrills I seemed to be getting a lot more of lately.
I paused at the door on my way out, giving in to a naughty impulse before I could stop myself.
"Dinner will be ready in an hour," I said nonchalantly. "Have a good come."
I closed the door, satisfied by his astonished expression, and pressed my hand to my crotch. I couldn't believe how turned on I was, and it only got worse (or better, actually) when I realized my son was probably on the other side of that door right now with his hard cock in his hand thinking about my breasts as he masturbated himself.
I couldn't decide if being this turned on by the idea of my son making a video of me playing with myself was a sign that I should do it, or a warning that this was a road better left untraveled.
The urge to get myself off was quickening my pulse, but I resisted, wanting to hold on to this wicked feeling as long as I could. I knew how wrong this all was, but I was beginning to realize I might not be able to resist the deviant temptations being presented to me.
* * * * *
"Feeling better?" I asked Daniel coyly as he sat down for dinner.
"Yep. Had a good workout, but I'm still a bit stiff."
"Watch it, buster. Don't get fresh." I winked and spooned some rice pilaf onto his plate.
"Sorry," he said without really meaning it. "I like you in that shirt, Mom. Red's your color."
"You don't think the neckline is too low?"
His eyes zeroed in on my d‚colletage once I'd given him my tacit approval to look. I was rewarded with a lascivious grin.
"Looks great from here, Mom."
I couldn't believe I was actually flirting with my own son. They were fixing up a special room in hell for me, no doubt about it. I poured myself a glass of Pinot Grigio.
"Wine?" Daniel raised an eyebrow. "What's the occasion?"
"Would you like a glass?"
"Sure," he answered quickly and I poured him half a glass, then sat down.
We ate, and made small talk, and drank our wine. It was all very pleasant, and normal, but there was an undercurrent of sexual tension that was undeniable. I felt his bright blue eyes on me every time he thought I wasn't looking. With boobs as big as mine you get used to men staring at your chest. I'd even caught Daniel taking a peek more than a few times over the years. I knew the poor fellas couldn't help themselves, but tonight it felt different somehow.
"There would have to be some rules," I finally said to broach only subject that was on both our minds.
"Sure." Daniel knew exactly what I was referring to without me having to say. "Like what?"
"We couldn't tell anyone," I poured my second glass of wine, and emptied the remainder of the bottle into my son's glass. "Most especially not your father."
"Agreed. Tell no one."
"And you would have to promise not to laugh at me, or make fun."
"Just for this, though. I can still make fun of you for other stuff, right?"
"Since you mentioned it, no. You can never make fun of me for anything ever again."
"Agreed. No more teasing you for not knowing your left from your right."
"I told you, that's a real medical condition!" I couldn't help but laugh. This was good wine!
"And it would have to be only this one thing. After, we'd go back to being a normal mother and son, and never do anything remotely freaky like this again."
"Well, I can go back to being a normal son, but I'm not sure if you can pull off being a normal mom."
"Which brings us back to rule number two, mister."
"Okay," he chuckled and gulped the last of his wine. "One video, then back to normal. Agreed."
"What about you? Any rules?"
"None that I can think of." His face became serious. My son looked me in the eye. It was a look I'd never seen from him before. I felt naked already. He leaned toward me and asked, "Does this mean we're doing it?"
I nodded and finished off my glass.
"Yes. I obviously can't do this without your help. I need you, Daniel."
* * * * *
I stepped out of the shower and held onto the towel rack to keep from falling. I was still loose from the Pinot, but not so much so that I didn't know exactly what I was about to do. I dried off, smoothed some lotion onto my legs and body, then put my long hair up in a sexy style.
I stepped into my outfit and pulled it up around my middle. It was a corset-type bodice, black with deep purple highlights for the trim. It fit snug to my torso, but not too tight. There were no cups for my boobs, and so they spilled over the top edge of the bodice and hung down freely. Two frilly straps circled around my breasts, framing them as if they were works of fine art. Another strap ran from the top of each breast and led around behind my neck to meet in a bow that I tied there.
Two similar straps dangled from the bottom. These looped down between my legs and up the cleft of my butt, giving the illusion that I was wearing a crotchless thong of sorts. Next I slipped on a pair of sheer black stockings, one at a time, and fastened them to the garter straps of the corset. The outfit was completed with a pair of 4-inch heels of black patent leather. I called them my slave-girl shoes. They had wide leather straps, with silver studs, that went around my ankles and made it look like I had on a pair manacles.
I finished with my make up. Dark, smoky eyes, and bright, red lips. I stepped back and checked out the result in the mirror.
Not bad for a middle-aged, fat broad. I'd fuck me!
Now all I had to do was get the butterflies in my stomach to settle down. I fussed with my makeup a little more, straightened the seams of my stockings, tucked up a strand of stray hair, and realized I was stalling.
I pulled on my robe and covered myself up, then went out into my bedroom.
"Ready?" Daniel asked, his voice sounding high and nervous.
"If you're having second thoughts, just say so and we don't have to do this."
"No, I'm good to go," he quickly assured me. "You look really pretty, Mom."
"Thanks, sweetheart, I need all the confidence I can get right now." I held my arms out and he came over and gave me a hug. "It means a lot that you're willing to do this for me...and your dad. I love you."
"I love you, too, Mom." He gave me one more big squeeze then went back behind the camera.
"Okay, now how do you want to do this?"
"Why don't you get on the bed first and let me check the lighting."
"I can keep my robe on for this part, right?"
"Sure, that's fine. Just relax, Mom, try to have fun with it."
"You get over here and get naked in front of the camera and see how fun it is," I grumbled as I climbed up.
He turned various lights in the room on and off, checking the camera each time. He brought in a reading lamp from the living room and set that up off to one side. It took about ten minutes for him to get it the way he wanted. I was getting more nervous by the minute, a thousand thoughts and last minute doubts running through my head.
"You'd better hurry up before I chicken out," I warned him.
"I think we're all set."
"Oh, honey, this is too bright," I complained.
"I know it seems like it from there, but it looks perfect for the camera. Trust me."
"Fine, but let's get this show on the road before I have a panic attack."
"Ready to go. Start over here behind the camera so it will look like you turned it on yourself, then walk over and get onto the bed and...do your thing."
I got up and went over next to Daniel.
"Should I take off my robe when I get to the bed or before?"
"Before, I guess would be better."
I reached for the sash, but hesitated. "Don't look at my stretch marks. And don't look at my tummy or my big thighs either."
"Mom, stop. Just think about getting Dad turned on, don't worry about me. Pretend like I'm not even here."
"This is really happening, isn't it?"
"Yep, no turning back now. We're making a porno, Mom. Now lose the robe."
"Stop being fresh, you." His breezy attitude actually made me a little more comfortable. "Don't look," I said, knowing it was silly.
He shook his head and turned away. I opened my robe and took it off. I looked for a place to hang it, but ended up tossing it on the floor. My heart hammered in my chest.
"Tell me when you're ready," he said, still not looking.
"Ready as I'll ever be."
"Okay, then. Action!"
He pressed the button. I waited a second then moved out in front of the camera, and also in front of my son's wide-eyed gaze.
"Holy fucking shit," Daniel blurted.
I quickly covered my breasts with one arm, and my crotch with my other hand.
"What? What's wrong?"
"Sorry. Sorry," he stopped the recording. "My bad."
"What happened? Something with the camera?"
"No, it's just that...um..." He looked over at me sheepishly. "I guess I might as well say it and get it out of the way. Mom, you look fucking hot. Pardon my French and all, but you are fucking movie star hot right now. I never knew--"
"Stop that," I cut him off, not wanting to admit how much I was loving it. "You're not supposed to be looking at me like that. Don't forget that I'm your mom, and this is strictly business."
"Okay, sorry. Wasn't expecting all the crazy hotness, but I've got it under control now. Strictly professional from here on out. Let's take two."
I went back behind the camera, waited for him to hit record, then made my entrance once again. I crawled up on the bed and turned toward the camera. I got up on my knees like I had in my previous attempts to film myself. It was difficult not to notice the way Daniel's eyes were riveted to my exposed breasts.
I swayed my hips a bit, and ran my hands up my thighs and along my sides. That lightheaded feeling of unreality was with me again. I had to actually remind myself to breathe. I'd had the odd inappropriate thought about my son a time or two in the past, but I'd always been quick to suppress it. There was no hiding from those thoughts now. And no denying the way my body was responding.
My hands reached up to my chest. I caressed the contours of my massive breasts with the lightest of touches. My fingertips traced slow circles around each of my nipples. Some girls have little buttons, some have silver dollars, but my areolas are like two saucers.
Daniel licked his lips as he watched my hands roam over my huge boobs. He was captivated. I know I was supposed to be performing for my husband, but I couldn't help playing to my entranced son.
I slid my hands under my tits and lifted them. So heavy in my palms. I bobbled them up and down and couldn't help looking down at myself to see how nicely they jiggled. It had been so long since I felt someone's hands other than my own on my breasts. I longed to be touched, and fondled. I ached for the feel of a man's strong, rough hands grabbing and squeezing at my big titties.
I raised them both up high and let them drop. My son bit his lower lip to keep from uttering any sound. I could see by the expression on his face that this was sublime torture for him. I lifted and dropped again. It hurt to do it, but it was the kind of pain that felt good after the initial shock of it.
My hands rubbed more aggressively. I grabbed as much as I could of each tit and squeezed hard. My fingers sank into my fleshy mounds, and I massaged them passionately. I felt something running down my inner thigh. I couldn't remember the last time I was so turned on that I was literally dripping wet.
I wanted to take the next step, but I was terrified. I'd only ever masturbated in front of one other person in my life, and that was my husband. We were married almost five years before I was secure enough to let him watch me. And now I was supposed to do it with my son looking on. I suddenly wanted another glass of wine.
I closed my eyes and imagined I was alone. I let my hand drift down until I touched the downy softness of my pubic hair. I paused there and toyed with it for a moment, before reaching lower. My fingers slipped easily along the length of my slick slit. The skin of my freshly shaved outer lips felt so smooth and soft.
My mind wouldn't let me escape and pretend I was alone. I knew he was watching me. I was touching my pussy in front of my son, and he was right there watching it all. My boy was about to see his mother masturbate. The excitement was too much for me to exercise any self control. I couldn't stop myself if I wanted. I was going to make myself come, and Daniel was going to see it.
I went for my clit. It was hard and ready.
I pressed down on it from the top, feeling its stiffness. I teased my little bundle of impatient nerves. They'd been screaming for my attention all day long, and now they had it. Every grazing touch sent sparks of excitement through my pussy that felt so good they almost hurt.
With deliberate slowness, I opened my eyes. Daniel was fixated on the action of my hand down between my legs.
"Oh, yes," I moaned and he looked up, almost surprised to be reminded that the rest of me was still there.
Our eyes locked. I wanted him to know I was right there with him. I wasn't hiding somewhere, sending my thoughts into a fantasy or imagining I was with his father. Mind, body and soul, I was present in that moment. He recognized it, and was helpless in the face of the power it imbued within me. I was mother, lover, and goddess all at once.
I pressed my fingers along one side of my clit and moved my hand rapidly back and forth. The pleasure mounted. I clutched one of my tits and dug my fingernails into my own flesh. Sharp points of pain radiated through me, transforming into pleasure as it spread. I was fast approaching climax. This wasn't going to be the amusing firecracker like last night in front of the camera, this was a daisy-cutter raging for release.
"Ohh, yesss!" I cried out.
Daniel finally broke eye contact. He looked down to where my hand was flailing away at my pussy. My son stared at my most intimate sanctuary and was unable to keep his jaw from falling slack at the sight of what I was doing to myself.
"Ohh, God. Yesss!" I yelled even louder.
My orgasm sizzled to life between my legs. It raced up my belly and around my ass at the same time. The sensation hit my tits and coalesced in my nipples. As that was happening, that same sizzle fired up my spine and erupted in my brain. It was all happening at once, like my body was being pulled in a dozen dazzling directions simultaneously. I was a puppet and the overwhelming pleasure was my master.
I slumped forward, catching myself with outstretched arms. Panting on all fours, I struggled to regain my breath as the residual traces of my orgasm swirled through me.
I braced myself for what I knew was bound to come next. The guilt. The clarity of a mind no longer clouded by the all-consuming desire for orgasm. The guilt, the shame, the realization of the enormity of what I'd just done. A deep regret for the despicable transgression I'd just committed. I waited, promising myself I wouldn't cry in front of Daniel and let him think it was in any way his fault.
I waited, but those feelings never materialized. None of them.
There was a lightness. A deep sense of satisfaction. And an almost overpowering feeling of love. It was one of the most amazing moments I'd ever experienced.
I looked up and saw Daniel gesturing for me to come over by the camera so it would look like me stopping the recording. I had to laugh. I was so wrapped up with the thrill of my son watching me that I'd forgotten the camera was even there.
I staggered off the bed, blew a kiss into the lens, and moved around out of the shot. Daniel hit the button and immediately began applauding. I covered my breasts with my arms out of some misplaced instinct of modesty, and dipped down to pick up my robe from the floor.
While I was down there I noticed a nice long bulge in Daniel's pants. I also noticed he wasn't making any effort to conceal it.
I turned my back to him and slipped into my robe.
"Did it work? Can I see it?"
"Hold your horses, superstar." He navigated to the right spot and hit play.
"Don't look," I insisted and used my hand to shield the view screen from him.
"Seriously?" he laughed.
I saw myself on the bed, my hands beginning to wander over my body.
"Hey, I don't look half bad." I dropped my hand, no longer afraid I would look like a revolting mess on video.
"I'd say you look all good."
We watched the video, our heads close together so we could both see. It was a surreal situation that brought about a warm breathless feeling in my chest that was strangely pleasant.
"You got the lighting just right, honey. Not glaring, but you can see everything clearly."
"This part is great." He was referring to when I hefted my breasts and let them drop.
Soon we reached the part where my hand ventured down below. I realized I was biting my nails and tucked my hands in the pockets of my robe.
The view zoomed in and focused on my lower half. I was shamelessly intrigued by seeing myself playing with my pussy. Then a realization hit me. I smacked Daniel on the arm.
"Wait a minute! We can't use this!"
"What? Why not. It looks great, you said so."
"You used the zoom. He'll know someone was working the camera."
"Fuck, you're right. I was so...distracted I guess I wasn't thinking."
"We're not going to be able to use any of it." I couldn't believe it.
"I'm sorry," he said. "Maybe we can edit it somehow."
"No, it wouldn't look right at all then."
"Geez, Mom, I feel awful. You were really counting on me, and I fucked it up royally."
"No, it's okay." I rubbed his shoulder hoping to console him. "It was an honest mistake. You know what. We'll just have to try again."
"I'm pretty well spent, honey." I let out a heavy sigh. "Maybe tomorrow night? If you're free."
"Ah, yeah, that's cool with me."
He turned and shut down the camera, then plugged it in to recharge the battery. I couldn't help staring at the alluring bulge that was still going strong in his jeans. I had no doubt my boy was going to hurry back to his room and jack off like a mad man, all the while thinking about what he'd just witness me doing. I couldn't help thinking I'd like to see him doing it. I pushed the thought away and averted my eyes.
"Yep. Well, goodnight, Mom. You were amazing."
"Still am," I quipped and gave him a kiss on the cheek. I rubbed at the mark left by my lipstick, then held his face for a moment. "Goodnight, sweetheart."
I closed the door behind him, and stripped out of my lingerie. I sat on my bed after peeling my stockings off, and felt too lazy to get my pajamas out of the drawer. I climbed under the covers, deciding to sleep in the nude for the first time in ages, and was soon drifting off toward sleep.
It was so disappointing that we couldn't use the video from tonight. I was hoping I would be able to muster the same intensity tomorrow. How could Daniel have made such an obvious screw up? For such a smart boy, it was such a stupid mistake. Now he'd have to endure yet another sordid display by his mother.
A voice reached out from the corner of my mind. 'He is too smart to make a mistake like that.' I sat up, suddenly understanding. He did it on purpose! Hoping we'd have to do it all again. That little schemer.
I plopped my head back down onto my pillow. My brain was too discombobulated to sort it all out tonight. I wanted to be mad at him, but I couldn't help feeling flattered that he would engage in such devious machinations just to prolong this kinky project of ours. I'd figure out how deal with him tomorrow.
For now all I wanted to do was indulge in the persistent cloud of happiness that still surrounded me, and dream about Daniel, my helpful son.
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