sexting my son

I gave birth to my son Daniel when I was 16, I know what that makes you think of me, it’s not true, at all. I was a horribly shy girl, still am. My son has been a bright light in my life but that is getting ahead of myself. This just explains how I ended up sexting with my son.

I was an extremely shy introverted girl in school, my parents were very strict and overly religious. They did not make me shy, but they didn’t help much either. My looks didn’t help me much either. My hair is snow white and very fine, I am almost albino I am so white. Even my hair “down there” is white. I got looks from girls in the locker room at school that made me uncomfortable.

One time in high school I tried to act normal, there was a party and I went. I took one or two sips of something and woke up pregnant. My parents blamed me, to hear my mother talk every single girl that ever goes to a party gets d**gged and wakes up pregnant. They both acted like I should have expected something like that to happen then they treated me like I was some kind of slut ever since. Been on the pill since I had Daniel, never been with a guy yet. At least not when I was awake, the first and only penis I ever saw was my sons when I started changing his diapers.

The k**s at school assumed I was a slut, I couldn’t bring myself to talk to anyone. I know I am not entirely without blame. I did go to community college, did get a job, I just never got past my shyness enough to meet up with anyone.

None of this added up on me until my son was getting to be the age I was when all this happened. Daniel has always been a fantastic c***d who inherited no sign of my shyness. Daniels positive outgoing nature has both made him popular at school as well as a frustration for me at home. He is everything that I never was, I found myself imagining him fondling some girls breasts, and her liking it. All these “normal” things associated with growing up were only highlighting my own personal frustrations with myself. I was sick of the way I was living my life, yet felt powerless to change anything.

Well my frustrations must have been apparent because Daniel confronted me on this. My only reaction was to tell him that it really wasn’t his fault at all, but that I would have to get pretty d***k to tell him the truth. He started pouring me glasses of wine. God help me, I told him the truth. I told him how shy I’ve always been, he came from my ****. The only penis I’ve ever seen was his, as a baby. I confessed my biggest fear in life is of anything sexual. That the things he is learning right now in life are where I dropped off the face of civilization. Also that I’ve been in counseling for 12 years.

He offered to talk to me about everything he is doing, or learning. I laughed, there really is no way for me to talk like that. Then he hit me with an idea, he said we could text to each other. That we would make a promise that no matter what we said in text, we would never repeat or refer to, or take any action from those texts in real life. I said NO, he asked me if someone goes on a diet for 6 months and never loses a pound, was it a good diet? I blurted NO. He responded with 12 years? Then he said there’s a girl at school who’s dad was in an accident. Now she helps her mom change her dads diapers every day because he is too big for just her mom. If she can do that, he can help his mom to talk about sex. I asked him what he would say to me, he said anything, girls at school, guys, stuff in the locker room, you, me anything. Then he just walked away.

My phone buzzed with a text.

Daniel. This is going to be awesomely fun you know, there are guys that take phone shots of other guys junk just to piss them off. I never have, but now I will. And I’m sending them to you

Me. Why would I want pictures of some boys junk?

Daniel. You do know that means a picture of their cock, right?

Me. NO, oh my god, I mean, are you serious we never talk about this in person?

Daniel. Absolutely

Me. What else would you do, if we do this.

Daniel. We are doing this, because I know you are too shy to yell at me about it, because that would involve talking about it. Oh and my friend Kyle thinks you are hot.

Me. I would to yell, he does not.

Daniel. Your blond hair totally gets him, he wants to see the rest of it, but he won’t say that part to my face cause I’d beat him.

Me. O god, you would do that, he does?

I never could confront Daniel about the texts and he grew bolder and bolder each day this went on. The very first day while at work, I got a picture message of a real penis, it was soft and the picture was probably i*****l. I deleted it, then I got a group photo of about 10 naked cocks then one of one cock with light colored hair where the boy was being held down by a group of other boys.

Then I got this text.

Daniel. Sorry mom, when that k** realized I had actually sent his picture out they all tackled me and checked to see who I sent it to. I had to tell them that you were a really cool mom and I was messing with you.

They took a group shot, then they sent one of me, could you delete that one?

Oh my god, my lifetime memory of seeing real cocks just went way up. I hid my phone in my purse.

I got home after Daniel did, he was waiting at the door and asked me if I deleted the pictures. I turned scarlet and his jaw dropped. He ran to his room and texted me

Daniel. Sorry mom, I broke the rule about no talking, did you delete the pictures?

Me. Not yet, I WAS AT WORK, I have never seen anything like this in my life, and stop calling me mom in these messages.

Daniel. WHOO! We’re good then, but I gotta get my picture off there, you can keep the other ones though. The guys thought it was cool that they went to a hot mom.

Me. I am not a hot mom.

Daniel. Smokin hot, real blond hair, very nice sized breasts and a nice firm behind. I bet you could of bounced quarters off your ass when you were my age.

Me. OMG, I am not those things, you are making me blush.

Daniel. That’s a start, now what do I need to do to make you horny?

Me. Stop it, you’re doing that too.

Daniel. TFA, I didn’t know that.

Me. What is TFA?

Daniel. Totally fucking awesome

I hid in my room and looked at the pictures one last time, I really didn’t understand my fascination with looking at the picture of my sons cock. I had seen him when he was young, this I guessed is what he looks like more grown up. I deleted it and regretted it immediately. I don’t know why, I just wished I still had it to look at it “just one more time”

When came out of my room Daniel wanted to look at my phone, so I demanded his as well. He seemed shocked, he didn’t want to give up his phone so I kept mine, that little shit, he had pictures there that he didn’t want me to see. I should have kept his picture.

He started up with the texts again.

Daniel. What’s it like when a woman gets horny?

Me. Is this natural curiosity? There is so little that I understand about men.

Daniel. Well actually I think it is, there is little that I understand about women, maybe we’ll be helping each other with this texting.

Me. Well what’s it like when boys get horny?

Daniel. We’re always horny, when we get turned on then our cocks get hard, mine will stick up out of my underwear unless I’m wearing pants with a belt. And you?

Me. Oh god, I cant say these things.

Daniel. You have to, to get better, besides we can never speak of this out loud to each other.

Me. Not a word?

Daniel. Right, not a word.

Me. When we get turned on we get wet “down there”, our nipples get hard and stick out.

Daniel. We? Or you?

Me. Ok me, when I get turned on that happens to me.

Daniel. TFA.

How can I be reacting this way? My son just got me to admit that I can get wet and my nipples will stick out, and that is exactly what is happening to me by talking about this with him.

Me. What does it take to get a boy like you turned on?

Daniel. This is doing it, totally.

Me. OMG I’m sorry, not trying to do that.

Daniel. Ok, totally ok. You are doing great by the way, did your ther****t ever get you this far?

Me. Never

Daniel. Then I’m not letting up, besides this is way way better than dirty diapers.

Me. Yea I guess so.

That was the end of my first day of sexting with my son. What he pointed out there really floored me. 12 years of therapy was trounced with one afternoon of sexting with my son. He promised to never talk about it in person, I was starting to realize that this was probably helping, and it really was better than changing dirty diapers.
Well after my revelation with my son I was so excited I scheduled an emergency session with my ther****t. She was quiet as I explained my progress, along with the diaper analogy. Then she did something that I had never seen her do. She got up and walked across the room while saying that I had a very special son. She flipped a switch turning a recorder off that I had never really noticed before. Then said that the institute that she worked for had a strict policy prohibiting her from referring patients to alternative therapy. Even if it might be better, so she couldn’t really tell me that this was a good idea or not, but she was taking my name off their books for now. That If I wanted to reschedule an appointment that I would have to come in as a new patient.

I went numb, was she kicking me out? She smiled as we left her office early, she only charged me for half an hour and commented to me in front of the secretary as if it were part of our conversation, that sometimes having a good f****y member can be better than a ther****t.

I walked out into the day feeling like a new person! She was telling me that I was cured, or would be if I kept doing this. I had no idea what I would be saying or doing next with my life, but I felt good about the direction I was headed in no matter where it went. This was a first for me and I was suddenly hungry for everything life had to offer.

I jumped when my phone buzzed with an incoming text.

Daniel. Hey what’s up.

Me. Nothing and everything, just finished up with some of my life and feeling good.

Daniel. How good.

Me. Shock me, just try.

Daniel. This is me

He sent a picture of a naked mans behind with a hairy ball sack clearly visible. But the hair was almost black and the ball sack seemed to be hanging way down.

Me. Eeeeww gross, and that is not you, hair is too dark. I don’t think young guys hang down like that.

Daniel. Ha your’e right. It’s old man Winters our gym teacher, every once in a while he takes a shower where we can see him and it grosses us out every time. Plus I just won lunch at Micky D’s cause they all bet me I wouldn’t send it to you.

Me. OMG you keep your friends out of this or it ends right now mister and I don’t want that.

Daniel. K sry

No more texts from him till after school. I even got half a day in at work feeling better about myself than I have before. Daniel knew my schedule as well as I did. While walking to my car he started back up, I was feeling on top of the world and started things going the way they did, without realizing it.

Daniel. Sorry bout that earlier, just that you’re known as the coolest mom in the world right now and the guys keep bugging me.

My heart soared, my son had me on such a pedestal, I felt ready for anything. I reached around and took a picture of my butt while walking to my car. I was contemplating sending it to Daniel, he must have decided that the time my reply was taking meant I was mad.

Daniel. R we good?

I sent the picture.

Daniel. You are TFA!

Me. Why is that?

Daniel. You sent me a picture of your behind.

Me. What makes you think that was my butt?

Daniel. Cause it was.

Me. Have you been checking out my behind to know it from that little pict?

Ooohhhh I had him there, his response took a while.

Daniel. Well I just know that it was you, and you are totally hot.

Me. Well you did look better than old man Winters.

Daniel. MOM!

Me. I told you not to call me mom in this and besides, you embarrassed me first by calling me hot so that was payback.

Daniel. Hey, you did get to see my junk, payback sounds fair.

Me. No problem, when 6 of my girlfriends hold me down naked then take a picture and send it to you, I won’t complain.

Daniel. Aaaggghhh.

Me. So what things can a girl do to look hot with out being naked?

Daniel. Go braless or show some camel toe.

Me. Camel toe? What is that.

Daniel. You’re killing me, you are absolutely killing me here, ok. A camel toe is when a girl wears thin pants, nothing underneath and pulls it up tight to show some of her lower cleavage.

Me. Agggghhh, do they really do that?

Daniel. The hot ones do for sure, sometimes at least anyway.

Me. I don’t know if I could ever do that.

Daniel. That can also mean that you don’t know that you will never do that, this could be a good thing.

Me. Brat, you wouldn’t want to see me do that would you.

Daniel. Send and I shall receive.

This was getting me absurdly turned on and I wasn’t even home from work yet. The feeling that I was getting from flirting with my son was opening the flood gates for all the repressed things that I’d never done. With him and our “deal” I felt safe enough to explore and express. I was feeling fantastic about myself and sex was starting to look fun instead of frightening. I remembered his reluctance to let me look at his phone. Was it because of that picture of his naked gym teacher, or was there more? I knew I had to find out.

When I got home I shut my phone off and started making dinner. Daniel appeared frustrated and asked if it was off. I told him yes, I was cooking. I offhandedly suggested he take a shower or something before dinner. HE DID! I was so excited my hands were shaking. I found his phone, accessed his picture library and started scrolling through. I came across a photo of a self shot picture looking down at a rigid cock, sandy brown hair matching what I saw in the shower shot where the other boys had held him down. I was about to send it to myself when I realized it would show up in his sent folder, what to do?

I thought quickly, standing in the kitchen I started taking pictures looking down my top. My bra covered my breasts, so it wasn’t like I was showing anything. I took 4 pictures before I got it right and deleted the other 3. Texts from Daniels friends were about them thinking I was hot. The shower shut off and I had done nothing towards getting dinner ready. I started texting.

Me. Your friends think I’m hot?

Daniel. Absolutely.

Me. You’re making that up to make me feel good, not true.

Daniel. I can prove it

Me. Do it.

Daniel came to the kitchen holding his phone to show me a text. I set my phone on the counter and took his. When I said “what else did they say” he jumped to take his phone back. I held it away, his eyes went to mine, I started frantically searching his message log. Oh ho, a Gina said she wanted you to send her the picture you sent your mom of the naked guys. His head snapped up looking at me. He went back to my phone while saying “I told her I deleted it, picture file” now I went for my target, I’d seen the pict before and knew how to get to it.

I was on track when I heard Daniel take a breath, he found my picture. I found his. He was hitting too many buttons. I swapped the phones back, my phone was sending an image. I hit cancel then shut my phone off. He was devastated. I told him no sending pictures from my phone unless I got to send from his. He looked shocked, I held out my hand. Very slowly we exchanged phones.

I was cruel (almost) his phone was on and right on the picture I wanted. While he was powering up my phone I was lining up the picture of his cock to send. I watched him, just as he was almost ready, I hit send. My phone switched over to incoming message and he lost his progress. I swapped phones back again while he looked shocked. He started to complain but I held my finger to my mouth and held up the phone indicating our no talking rule. He started texting while looking at me.

Daniel. That was not fair.

Me. Oh? Is it my fault that you’re slow on the send button.

Daniel. Not fair, I want that pict.

Me. Which one is that?

Daniel. Of you

Me. Describe it to me please, I’ll see if I can find it.

Daniel. No fair, it was

Daniel. It was looking down your top.

Me. Oh my, you want a picture looking down my top, why?

Daniel. No fair, you got one of my cock.

Me. First hard cock I have seen in my life too, thank you for that. What do you want to see, looking down my top?

Daniel. Oh god mom, your breasts.

Me. Ok, you have been more then fair with me, sending it now.

I sent him the picture. He took off for his room. I waited just a little time and sent this next text.

Me. What are you doing?

I heard him scream when the phone interrupted his self pleasure.

Daniel. Can’t type now

I was getting completely turned on by this, my son was masturbating to my picture.

Me. Did that picture make you horny or were you already horny and it made you turned on?

Daniel. Turned on.

I needed to take care of myself too, but we were no closer to dinner yet so I ordered pizza and took off immediately. I stayed turned on, on purpose so as to stop myself from chickening out. I hit the mall real quick and bought some spandex workout pants, solid black. Then off to the pizza place and home. On the way Daniel sent a text

Daniel. Sorry but you were giving me blue balls.

Me. What is that?

Daniel. Mom you are killing me, do I have to explain this.

I was being wicked again and I knew it.

Me. Only if it has to do with sex, that is what I need help in understanding.

Daniel. Yes mom, it has to do with sex. When a guy gets turned on long enough
or sees something sexy enough he has to do it. Or his balls hurt, real bad.

Me. Oh god I didn’t know that. I don’t want to hurt you though sweetie. It can be bad for girls too though.

Daniel. It can? For real.

Me. I probably won’t want you in my room later tonight, and this comment you really had better not repeat to me or anyone.

Daniel. Promise

Me. In fact, we should delete out chat logs right now, pictures too.

Daniel. No way, I’ll put a lock on my phone so no one can access it, what are the numbers for your birthday?

I was flattered, he was locking his phone with my birth date, I decided to go through with my plan tonight instead of later. I gave him my numbers and told him that I was using his for my phone lock. Then came in the house with the pizza.

We had dinner, cleaned up and it was almost time for bed. He went to his room to text, I went to mine to change.

Daniel. Mom you are TFA.

Me. Thank you, did I make you turned on earlier, like the way you described.

Daniel. It was totally sticking out before I took care of it.

Me. I didn’t think I could ever do that to a guy, you liked the picture that much even though yours showed so much more?

Daniel. TFA

Me. Perhaps you should come downstairs to the kitchen with your phone, just don’t talk or say anything to me.

I was sitting at the kitchen table with the chair turned out. Horny beyond belief wearing my new black spandex pants and a cutoff sweatshirt. I had yesterday’s newspaper in front of my face so I couldn’t see my son gawking at my obscenely displayed slit. The spandex clung to me leaving nothing to the imagination as to where exactly my slit was located. I heard his footsteps. I heard him suck a breath of air. I heard his phone take a picture, three times, I heard him walk away.

Daniel. Mom you have ruined me for other girls, I only want you.

Me. You are so sweet.

I heard his bed squeaking as I walked past to my room. I hope he didn’t hear mine squeak too.

could not believe how this sexting, that is what they call it? How this sexting with my son boosted my confidence. It felt like all the worlds frustrations were falling away. I was actually doing something sexual and feeling safe about it. It was such an open feeling, something that had been out of reach for so long, was now suddenly in my grasp. I probably should have thought of the possible consequences having denied myself for so long now. The fact that I had someone that I felt safe with, that prevented those thoughts from ever forming.

I had shown my son my “camel toe” on purpose no less, and encouraged him to take a picture. Well that turned into pictures, but anyway it happened and the world did not stop spinning. Neither did my excitement.

Our texting became more explicit and suggestive with Daniel asking me to wear the spandex all the time. Instinctively I felt that this was a bad idea. Not that I wouldn’t wear it again, just not all the time. I figured that my next big dare would be that coming weekend, when we wouldn’t have to worry about Daniel going to school the next day. The suspense was agonizing but at the a
same time I was also trying to learn control over my actions. I think now in hind sight I may have waited too long to do something daring like that again. The suspense of what I could do, or might do made me reckless so I ended up doing more than maybe I should have. I did some more shopping on the sly while continuing my inappropriate texting with my son.

Daniel. You gotta wear that thing again.

Me. Why?

Daniel. It is totally hot, you are fantastic in it.

Me. Did it turn you on?

Daniel. YES

Me. Are you still turned on by it?

Daniel. YES

Me. Well then, I guess it did its job then and I shouldn’t wear it any more.

Daniel. Aaggghh, no you gotta wear it.

Me. But you said you’re already turned on right?

Daniel. Constantly

Me. Like you said before.

Daniel. Yes.

Me. Explain it to me again.

Daniel. Oh man are you serious?

Me. Yes.

Daniel. You’re not going to think I’m weird are you?

Me. I’m the one with the problem here, remember?

Daniel. I am walking around the house with a constant hard on, it sticks out of my briefs unless I have jeans with a big belt on.

Me. You’re flattering your old mom, perhaps I’ll do more this weekend.

Now I knew that I was going to do something daring this weekend, since I had finally started something. I decided to push it.

Me. You’re not going to want to take pictures again are you.

Daniel. Oh yes, you have to say yes. I need to take pictures.

Me. But Daniel, what if the outline of my vagina is visible again, you don’t seriously want to take pictures of that again do you?

Daniel. Seriously, totally.

Me. I will have to see what you are talking about.

Daniel. About what.

Me. About what you said, about your erections.

Daniel. See that?

Me. Yes.

Incoming picture message, oh my god. My son just sent me a picture from in his bedroom. Shirtless, briefs on, purple head of his cock sticking out.

Me. Daniel that was obscene, totally, totally obscene and uncalled for. You just showed me your penis, or cock as you call it. How would you like it if I did something like this to you?

After I hit send I pulled my top open and took a picture of my bra covered breasts. Only a B cup but I still like them. My phone had an incoming message.

Daniel. I’d love it.

I sent the picture of my bra, regretting it almost immediately. If this weekend was going to be truly daring, then I had to do something that I hadn’t done before. I had just sent my son a picture of my bra covered breasts so I had to do more than that in a few days.

The weekend came and I had no idea what to do, I was so nervous I couldn’t cook. It started with my being afraid of what I would do. Then there was Daniel, he was by my side like a puppy waiting for a treat and I just couldn’t respond. We were in the house together for two agonizing days. Both Friday night, then all day Saturday and I did nothing. Now I started to fear that I was slipping backwards, I didn’t want that. I wanted to get better, get normal, somehow this was how I was going to do it. He texted

Daniel. Did I do something wrong?

Me. No sweetie, it’s still just me. Doing this, I’ve scared myself again. I want to, and I’m afraid.

Daniel. Of me?

That did it, no I am not afraid of my own son, suddenly I knew what I was going to do.

Me. No, I am not afraid of you. Pizza again tonight, on real plates, no paper. Tonight.

Daniel. You are TFA

He must have caught my drift. Now knowing something was in the works he backed off giving me the breathing room that I desperately needed. He was disappointed at dinner time to see what I was wearing, not the spandex. I smiled and ignored the hurt look on his face. I casually told him that after dinner he might want to go to his room and get ready for bed. But not to forget his phone. I would get dressed to wash the dishes.

Not a question, not a word, he kept eating like it is normal for someone to “get dressed ” to wash the dishes. He ate in record time and almost ran to his room.
I went to my room and changed. I went nude underneath the black spandex, then nude again under the sheer black nylon top that I bought. My breasts and nipples were clearly visible. I couldn’t go through with it but still felt that I had to. I went downstairs and ran water in the sink. While running the water I got a text.

Daniel. What should I wear to bed?

Me. Oh nothing special, probably just your briefs and a t shirt.

When I had soapy warm water I sent him a text.

Me. You could come down before bed and give your mom a hug, but I am not turning around, and no talking.

Daniel came almost running, short athletic t shirt and briefs with the angry purple looking head of his cock sticking out. I heard him gasp, then slowly walk behind me. I was too nervous to look. We had two plates, two glasses and that was it. My hands were just soaking in the water. Daniel slipped his arms around me and I instinctively brought my hands out of the water to prevent him from touching my breasts. I just couldn’t go that far. He hugged me as he did I felt the head of his cock gently nudge the small of my back. Then he pulled it back. God I wanted to feel more, it felt fantastic. A real cock had touched me, he pulled back. I heard his phone as he took a picture of my back side. Then I heard him walk off. I texted him.

Me. I’m still here washing dishes, you can put your hands in front of me.

Daniel. No talking?

Me. Correct, no talking, but you can bring your phone.

Daniel got the hint. He crept back behind me, I pretended not to notice. He stepped forward bringing his phone in front to take a picture of my breasts. No cock, I didn’t feel his cock. As he snapped his picture of my breasts I pushed my hips back and felt his cock there. He gave a gasp and jumped back. I could tell he was looking at the image on his phone. I dried my hand, he was leaving the room to masturbate but saw me texting.

Me. Another picture?

Daniel. Blueball

Me. Another.

Daniel stepped up behind me again, I put my hands on the counter. He reached in front of me with the phone. I pushed back against his cock. He gasped and I watched his hand turn as the camera went off. I felt his sperm start shooting up my back as he began thrusting against my spine. I heard him groan, thrust and groan. He whispered “sorry” I whispered “picture” he stepped back and took a picture of his sperm load all over my back. Now I let him retreat to his room.

Incoming text.

Daniel. TFA

Me. Send me the picture.

The picture came through. Here I was with his sperm cooling on my back looking at a picture of what I looked like right as I did right then.

Me. No blue balls?

Daniel. Might still, I gotta go again

Me. I’m still washing dishes.

As Daniel entered the kitchen, I didn’t say anything, I just reached back and grabbed the hem of my top and pulled it away from my skin. He got the idea, I felt my sons erection up against the skin of my back as he slipped it between my nylon top and my bare skin. Then I felt him begin thrusting, my hands were on the counter, I pushed back. I felt him take hold of my hips as if he were penetrating me for real, he didn’t last long. This time I felt his sperm load directly on my bare skin as he throbbed his load off. Then as he went limp I felt him pull out, I reached back and rubbed it in. I heard his camera phone click as I massaged his sperm into my back.

Sunday is supposed to be a day of rest, anything but that for me. I had butterflies in my stomach. I knew that I would be doing something with my son today, I just didn’t know how far I would take it. I dressed normally and f***ed myself into the kitchen. Daniel sent a text.

Daniel. What are you wearing

Me. Normal mom stuff

Daniel. K

He trudged into the kitchen thankfully wearing cutoffs with a belt and a decent shirt. We had breakfast almost in silence, I think we were having a hard time separating the text from real life. We went to our rooms barely speaking to each other.

Daniel. Any plans today?

Me. Just hanging out with you, I don’t want texts to be the only way we communicate but I’ve changed so much since we started, I’m just feeling awkward.

Daniel. Me too but I adore you mom, I love what you’re doing. What we’re doing.

Me. I know it’s wrong but I am feeling thrills here that we’re never mine to feel before. I just don’t feel ready to quit, not this weekend yet anyway.

Daniel. Just not this weekend.

With that it seemed like this was all possibly coming to an end, what would I do if this really were my last day? Am I ready for the real world?

With Daniel staying in his room I changed into my new outfit. I stripped down and put on my sheer nylon top that showed my breasts, nipples and all. Then a set of black nylons that at first you might mistake as my spandex, till you realize that they too were sheer. I crept out of my room so Daniel might not know I was out and about. I needed time to adjust to the idea of walking around basically naked and on display, knowing that my son could walk out of his room and catch me like that.

Feeling naked and sexy I started texting with my son.

Me. So what things do guys think of doing with a girl.

Daniel. Different things, sucking on their tits or sucking on their pussies or doing it with them.

Me. Describe “doing it”

Daniel. Shoving their cock up inside the girl.

Me. This is what they think of when they’re horny or when they are turned on?

Daniel. Both

Me. When you said you were getting blue balls from me before, were you turned on or horny.

Daniel. Oh come on

Me. No really, I want to know, no mentioning it out loud either.

Daniel. I was both, turned on and horny

Me. Did you think of those things about me?

Daniel. All of them.

I quietly walked from room to room catching glimpses of myself in a mirror here and there, I really was on display. I just couldn’t let my son catch me walking around like this, but I couldn’t stop. I sat down in the kitchen with my phone. Daniel must have heard me move the chair, I heard his feet pound towards his door. I panicked and gabbed the news paper for cover and crossed my legs. I heard Daniel approach, then his breath as he gasped. I was so nervous, I uncrossed my legs planning on crossing them the other way. I don’t know why my feet stayed planted on the floor. Daniel moved closer to try to see the outline of my slit. I heard him suck in a breath as he realized that he was actually looking at my slit, not its outline. I heard his camera take a picture, I didn’t want him to just run off. I couldn’t grab my phone or he would see my breasts. I moved my feet farther apart. He moved closer, I couldn’t see what he was doing but I heard his phone go off, close to my crotch. Now he was heading for his room. I grabbed my phone and texted.

Me. Blue balls?

Daniel. U kno it

Me. Come back

Daniel. Can’t yet.

Me. Come back, no talking.

I heard his feet slowly shuffling towards me. I took a deep breath and sent my text without looking up.

Me. I don’t want to cause you to hurt.

I looked up to see my sons crotch in front of my face, he was still in his shorts but there wasn’t a belt. I could clearly see the bulge in his crotch. I unsnapped his front and drew down the zipper. In pulling open his shorts I was rewarded with seeing the head of his cock up close, standing above the waistline of his briefs. I hooked my thumbs into his briefs as I pulled his shorts down and began fumbling with his cock. The first grown cock I had ever handled, I wrapped my hand around it and he thrust into my hand. I was mesmerized, I’d never seen or experienced anything like this so I firmed up my grip and was rewarded with more thrusts from my sons hips. The purple head seemed to grow so I pointed it down more so I could see better. Daniel groaned. It didn’t sound like I was hurting him so I continued with my grip. He thrust so I started moving my hand.

All the sudden Daniels hips started thrusting in violent short strokes and his cock started spraying my face with sperm. I jerked it away but was so fascinated that I had to point it back just to see better. I just pointed it down more so his sperm splattered on my nylon top and breasts while he groaned, grunted and thrust into my hand. When he finished he just turned and staggered back to his room. I used my phone to photograph my sperm covered breasts and sent it to him.

My chest was getting cold with his sperm all over my breasts and face. I pulled it off and wiped my face clean. I walked around a bit like that, topless, until my phone signaled a text.

Daniel. Are you still down there?

Me. Yes

I sat down and picked up the newspaper hiding behind it. He showed up in the kitchen looking at my crotch some more. No pictures this time, he just looked for a bit then started for his room. I picked up my phone and texted.

Me. You didn’t come in far enough.

Daniel came right back, this time he walked slowly forward. Undoubtedly at some point he noticed my bare shoulders. He gasped a little and drew closer. Now he was clearly able to see my bare breasts. I never looked up from the paper, but I did hear his phone taking pictures. After he walked off with his new prize, photographs of my bare breasts I texted him.

Me. No blue balls, right?

Daniel. As soon as I take care of this.

Me. Come back.

He ran back, I set the paper aside and pulled his pants back down. My sons cock was hard as wood again. I took it in both hands and having a better idea what to do now began stroking it while pointing it downward more so that I could see everything. This time he remembered his phone and began taking pictures of my breasts and my hands rubbing his cock. As he got ready to come I pointed his weapon at my crotch and watched his sperm spray right out and onto my open crotch. Some sperm actually landed on top of my opening which was only covered with a thin bit of nylon. I could feel the wet of his sperm on my vagina. It was too much, I had to have my own relief. I began to masturbate myself right in front of my son. I had to close my eyes to do it but t didn’t take long at all. I massaged his sperm load right on my open slit and very shortly had a toe throbbing orgasm right in front of Daniel.

From there we both went to our rooms. I don’t know about him but I fell asl**p. I never had a sexual experience with or around another person before and I felt totally drained. When I got up I put my robe on and walked downstairs. Daniel was in his briefs and a t shirt, I thought for a moment then decided it was just as well. I went back to my room and grabbed my nylon top. I hand washed it in the sink and rolled it in a towel. Once it was dry I was able to put it back on. Now I pulled out the rest of my new clothes. A short skirt meant to be worn over workout clothing. I went nude under it. A check of the clock showed I had napped for about 3 hours, Daniel must have done about the same, he looked like he had just woken up too. I wore my robe downstairs.

Daniel looked disappointed and began walking to his room to get better dressed without asking. I began texting, after he closed his door I was able to hit send.

Me. I’m at the sink, no talking.

I heard his footsteps and looked. He was shirtless and had his briefs on with his cock sticking out. Does that thing ever go down? Apparently not his at least. I had no water in the sink, no need for that pretense. He walked up behind me and clearly remembering last night began rubbing the head of his cock against my bare ass. I heard him quietly groan when he realized he had direct skin contact. I could feel the material of his briefs pushing up against my bottom, so I reached behind and pulled them down.

Daniel responded by thrusting harder, he angled his cock to try to push it between my legs and I clenched my bottom tight. I reached back and guided his cock up between my exposed bottom cheeks and up into the waistband of my skirt. This is where he thrust. Until unloading more sperm into the fabric of my nylon top and my short black skirt. He the lifted up the material of my skirt and I heard his phone click with a picture of his sperm on my bare bottom. He then began shuffling away with his pants still by his knees.

This was it, I was ready to become a woman. I began texting, as Daniel reached the top of the stairs I hit send without a second thought.

Me. I am ready

Daniel knew what that meant. I am proud to say my son was ready to be a man for me, maybe that is wrong but it certainly felt right when he ripped off my little black dress. I spread my legs and pouted my bare ass out to him knowing that my ghost white pubic hair was going to be visible from that angle. My son mounted me from behind and his cock, my cock now, was ready for me. He thrust up inside and began grunting and thrusting as he rutted himself off inside his mother. I could feel the head of his cock swell inside of me. What little experience I had still told me this was it, he was getting close to letting go. I pushed back into him and grunted out a “yes, in me” . The feeling of having jets of sperm unleashed inside of me like that, it took me over the edge. I started coming on my sons cock as he was unloading his ball sack inside of me. Whatever I thought during this only made my orgasm more intense. That he was breeding me, I was breeding him, this was wrong, I was getting laid, I was getting sperm inside of me. I collapsed forward into the sink, Daniel held on and continued pumping his sperm into me. I finished feeling like a woman, a very, very satisfied woman.
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21 hours ago
Of course it's made up.
10 days ago
thanks for share this story.;
17 days ago
Hot story wish I could do this with my mom
1 month ago
don't know any teens that text with full words and sentences. All I know use abbreviations and short sentences. Seems made up to me...
2 months ago
I actually turned off my porn for this!! This was hot!
3 months ago
Great story. Thanks for sharing.
4 months ago
Fucking HOT!!
4 months ago
Fucking HOT!!
4 months ago
wow, really enjoyed that.
5 months ago
awesome tale very HOT
5 months ago
HOT !!
6 months ago
such an amazing hot naughty turn on, got me really worked up and my cock throbbing ;)
6 months ago
Absolutely fantastic story - very erotic :)
6 months ago
I love it!
6 months ago
I'm just thinking all the Naughty & Erotic Sext Messages I would have been getting from my Mom, Sister and Daughter if we were fortunate enough to have had all this technology when I was young!
6 months ago
hot story
6 months ago
An amazing story,,offbeat and unusual way to relate in***t but very effective,,,I do hope there are many more to come.
6 months ago
this story is just amazing!
too bad you probably didn't write it! www sexstories com story 43837
giving proper credit would be the right thing to do...
6 months ago
amazing story!!
6 months ago
great story
dunlaogha...
retired
6 months ago
amazing story
6 months ago
Great story!!!! Loved the "finish" lol
6 months ago
Any chance your name is Cherrie ?
6 months ago
awesome story here part 2 soon?
6 months ago
Love it
mandiyarn...
retired
6 months ago
Gave it a thumbs down, because it should rain on a person sometimes. Or, were is the realiality in life.
6 months ago
story was extraordinary, a brilliant read!
6 months ago
Your story held my attention start to finish. Loved it.
6 months ago
awesome story,thanks
6 months ago
Yes a satified woman and a very satisfied boy.