I just got out the shower and messing with my phone with a towel wrapped around me as I went to my room to get change. As I was getting changed I decided to you know take a photo of my privates and send to my girlfriend Jenny. I took one and hit send accidentally seeing I sent it to my mom. NO, shit.
I quickly fingers shaking sent a quick text to her, “that wasn’t meant for you I swear I am so sorry, this is embarrassing.”
I received one back from my mom with emoji of hands covering face “don’t worry, thought you might of Daniel, I scrolled past fast as I could as soon as I realised what it… was. Please don’t send stuff like that, even if it is for your girlfriend to stop accidents like this happening.”
I got paranoid and sent mom another message, ‘its embarrassing, ffs you seen my… are you sure you didn’t get a good look at it’ my heart raced, I had to keep texting her to try clear things up. I wanted to be reassured but what ever she said sounded like she was making jokes to make me feel better.
I stared at my phone, my face burning with embarrassment. “Just forget about it I have,” she said, but how could I? I paced around my room, towel still on the floor, and typed back, “Mom, seriously, I need to know you’re not secretly traumatized or something. I can’t believe this happened. I’m so sorry.”
A few seconds later, my mom replied, “Daniel, I’m your mother. I’ve seen worse. Remember when you were three and ran naked through the house during that family barbecue? Trust me, this is not the most scarring thing you’ve done.”
I groaned and flopped onto my bed, typing, “That’s not helping, Mom! I was a kid then. This is… different. I’m an adult. This is so weird. Are you sure you’re okay?”
Her response came quickly, “Yes, Daniel. I’m fine. But maybe take this as a lesson to double-check who you’re sending things to. And maybe… keep those kinds of photos to yourself. Just a thought.”
I buried my face in my hands, then texted back, “I’ve learned my lesson, trust me. This is never happening again. Ever. I’m deleting the photo right now.”
Mom replied, “Good idea. And don’t worry, I won’t bring it up again. But maybe consider this a reminder that your mom doesn’t need to see everything in your life, okay?”
I sighed and typed, “Okay, okay. I get it. Thanks for not freaking out, though. I’d be mortified if you were mad or something.”
Her response was light-hearted, “Oh, I’m mad. Mad that I have to live with the knowledge that my son thought it was a good idea to send that monster to anyone. But I’ll survive. Now go put some clothes on and stop overthinking this.”
I sent a quick one back “what you mean monster lol. You trying to say its big, don’t know if I should be embarrassed more or flattered for the compliment.”
My mom’s reply came almost instantly, “Daniel, I’m not complimenting you. I’m saying it’s a monster in the sense that I never needed to see it, and now it’s burned into my memory. Please, for the love of all that’s holy, let’s not analyse this further.”
I couldn’t help but laugh nervously as I typed back, “Okay, okay, fair point. But come on, Mom, you’re making it sound like you’ve seen some kind of mythical creature. It’s not that bad, is it?”
Her response was swift and blunt, “Daniel, I’m your mother. I don’t want to discuss this. Let’s just say it’s… memorable. And leave it at that.”
I groaned and texted, “Memorable? Mom, you’re killing me here. I’m never going to be able to look you in the eye again. How am I supposed to sit across from you at dinner after this?”
She replied, “You’ll survive. And if it makes you feel better, I’ll pretend it never happened. But seriously, Daniel, let’s drop this. I’m begging you.”
I was still worried, I sent another, “you sure you deleted it, I mean fuck I am so mad with myself.”
Phone buzzed again, “so did you ever end up showing… you know, it… to Jenny.”
I replied, “I didn’t get chance to I been messaging you. She be in bed by now anyway so don’t think I will.”
My mom’s response came through, “Well, maybe that’s for the best. Consider this a sign from the universe to stop sending those kinds of photos altogether. Trust me, Jenny can live without seeing it.”
I groaned and typed back, “Mom, I get it. I’ve learned my lesson. No more photos. Ever. But seriously, did you delete it? I need to know it’s gone.”
Her reply was quick, “Yes, Daniel, I deleted it. I have no desire to keep that kind of thing on my phone. It’s gone. Now, can we please move on?”
I sighed and texted, “Okay, okay. Thanks for deleting it. And sorry again. I’m never going to live this down, am I?”
Mom replied, “Probably not. But don’t worry, I’ll only bring it up at every family gathering from now on. Kidding. Let’s just pretend it never happened, okay?”
I groaned again and typed, “You’re not helping, Mom. But fine, let’s pretend it never happened. Love you.”
Her response was lighthearted, “Love you too, Daniel. Now go to bed and try not to send any more accidental photos. Goodnight.”
I lay in bed after I got changed into just my boxers staring at the celling. My phone buzzed, it was from mom again.
I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I even wanted to open the message. But curiosity got the better of me, and I unlocked my phone. The message from Mom read: “By the way, I just realized… you might want to check your ‘Recently Deleted’ folder on your phone. Just to make sure the photo isn’t still lurking there. Wouldn’t want another accidental send, would we?”
My eyes widened in horror. “Oh my god, Mom, why would you even put that thought in my head?!” I typed back, my fingers flying across the screen. “I’m checking it right now. But seriously, why are you like this?”
Her reply came through almost immediately, complete with a laughing emoji: “Just looking out for you, sweetie. Can’t have my son’s… ahem… legacy floating around in the digital void, can we?”
I groaned loudly and quickly navigated to my phone’s “Recently Deleted” folder. Sure enough, the photo was still there, waiting to haunt me further. I deleted it permanently, then sent Mom a text: “Okay, it’s gone for real now. Happy? And can we PLEASE stop talking about this?”
Mom’s response was teasing: “Oh, I’m very happy. But just so you know, this is going to be my go-to story for when you bring a girl home to meet me. ‘Remember that time Daniel sent me a photo of his—’”
I cut her off with a frantic text: “MOM. NO. STOP. I’m begging you. Please don’t ever bring this up again. Not to me, not to Jenny, not to anyone. Ever. I’ll do anything. I’ll mow the lawn for a year. I’ll wash your car every week. Just… please.”
She replied with a winking emoji: “Relax, Daniel. Your secret’s safe with me. But I’m holding you to the lawn and car deal. Goodnight, sweetie. Sleep tight. And maybe keep your phone out of the bathroom from now on, hmm?”
I sent another, “I did the photo in my room not the bathroom. Anyway, I am now self conscious about it. I bet it’s small 🙁 well I thought it was you know big but?”
Mom’s reply came through almost instantly, and I could practically hear her exasperated sigh through the screen: “Daniel, I am not having this conversation with you. I’m your mother, not your… I don’t even know what. Stop overanalysing this. I barely looked at it so I don’t know.”
I groaned and typed back, “Okay, okay, I’ll stop. But you’re really not helping my self-esteem here, Mom. I’m just saying, if it’s small, I need to know. For science. I can send another just so you can be truthful with me.”
A few minutes went by and I got another from her, “I don’t want to see it again for god sake.”
I ignored her text I think I just pissed her off well and truly. I got in bed and put on a DVD and 10 minutes later my phone buzzed. It was mom again.
I clicked on open, “fine, this is last one ok. Just send it then after delete it and ill look and delete, just to reassure you.”
I had to get myself erect so I could take the photo. Took me 6 minutes I then took the image and sent her it.
I got one back fast, “JESUS, omg Daniel.”
I typed back cautiously, “Mom, honestly? Just needed that one reassurance… You’re not gonna make me regret this more than I already do.”
She replied almost instantly with a mix of exasperation and playful admonishment: “Daniel! My eyes! But seriously… Fine. It’s… satisfactory. Now DELETE IT. And let’s both pretend this never happened AGAIN!”
I laughed nervously at the screen before responding, “Okay, okay! Deleted forevermore – promise. And Mom? Thanks for playing along; weirdly appreciated.”
She didn’t text back, was she busy.
34 minutes later she text me back, “Oh Daniel, you little devil,” the message finally came through with a mix of humor and mock-sternness. “Just so we’re clear, I didn’t ask for a visual inspection, but… it’s not small, okay? Now let this be the end of it. Consider yourself inspected and approved by your not-so-impressed but relieved mother.”
I hit reply and typed out a message, “you took a while to reply what was… was you doing.”
A longer-than-expected pause preceded her reply, and for a moment, I wondered if I’d gone too far. Then her message flashed on my screen: “Just needed a moment with myself you know and then to recover from the shock… and ensure everything’s back to its proper place in my brain. Let’s say I had an impromptu coffee break – the strong kind – to reboot my system!”
I sent a cheeky one back, “oh is that what you call it, a moment with yourself. Did my photo effect you that much.”
With the tension finally easing between us, Mom’s humor came back in full force: “Daniel, honestly? You’ve got some nerve. Let’s just say it surprised me more than it should’ve. Now enough about your ‘moment,’ or whatever we’re calling it now – let’s put this whole mess to bed. Literally.”
I laughed as I typed, “well if I sent it to Jenny like I was meant to then she would probably want to put it to bed haha. If you get me mum lol.”
After my text, I waited apprehensively for her reply, half expecting her to scold me again—but instead, something else entirely came through.
“Daniel,” the message read with a playful undertone, “you’re really pushing your luck. But okay, since you brought it up… if Jenny had seen that, she’d be on the first flight here. Just saying.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of Jenny’s reaction and replied confidently: “You think so? Honestly wish I could’ve been a fly on the wall for that conversation. Anyway—”
Before I could finish typing ‘good night’, Mom chimed in again: “For Jenny’s sake – and mine – let’s not continue this fantasy any further. To bed with you! No more screens or pics tonight.”
I quipped back, “Awfully tempting to keep this up, I am not even tired. What are you up to now dad is on nights.”
Mom messaged back, “Laughing my ass off at your cheekiness and feeling like I’ve stepped into some bizarre alternate reality. Yeah I am little bored and cold, little warmer after inspecting the photo, just kidding.”
I swallowed hard at the unexpected flirtatious vibe, a mixture of amusement and disbelief flooding my senses as I messaged back, “Mom, you’re full of surprises tonight. Honestly, I didn’t expect such banter outta you—but glad we can laugh about this disaster.”
Her reply bore a mix of affection and light-hearted sternness: “Daniel, consider me relieved it’s all in jest… for now. Keep that charm for Jenny; leave your mom out of it. Dad would be shocked if he knew this side of you!”
I smirked at my phone and messaged back, “maybe dad needs to learn a thing or two from me. You not cold in that bed on your own. When you say consider your relieved was that in a certain way as in… relieved.”
Mom didn’t reply immediately, and I began to feel a bit nervous. Had I gone too far? Maybe she was just taking her time to think of a response. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, her message appeared on my screen: “Daniel, you’re playing with fire here. But if you must know… yes, it was in a certain way.”
I quickly text back fingers shaking, “oh that way, it’s a pitty dad is working overtime isn’t it.”
The night’s shadows cloaked my bedroom as I lay there, phone clutched tightly in my sweaty palm. Mom’s last message lingered, a teasing edge to her words that I hadn’t expected. The tension of our bizarre conversation was still alive, electric in the air, as I considered the flirty undercurrent that had developed. My heart raced, not just from the mortification of the accidental photo, but from the thrill of this newfound dynamic. I took a deep breath, fingers hovering above the screen, ready to dive back into the banter.
“Mom, you’ve got me wondering… ever thought you’d be giving your son a seal of approval on that department?” I quipped, the message shooting off before I could second-guess myself. The wait was agonizing, silent seconds ticking by like minutes, then her reply flashed.
“Daniel, you’re impossible,” she shot back, the humour evident despite the digital distance. “But I’ll admit, it’s been… enlightening. Let’s just say you’ve left an impression. Now, to bed. Before I forget I’m your mother!”
“Do you still work at the massage parlour mom,” I typed and sent.
“Used to work there, Daniel,” came her reply, the playful tone unmistaken even through text. “Why? Thinking about booking an appointment? Remember, clients get full discretion.”
I hit a fast reply, “that sucks, nah I don’t want one then if your not there. Is it true that they often gave extras. Just be honest I am interested. Mom, teasing aside, did you ever give those ‘extras’ at the spa? Curiosity’s killing me here.””
She pause that followed stretched out like an elastic band on the brink of snapping. When her reply arrived, it held a hint of mischief and restraint: “Daniel, some secrets are best kept. But let’s just say my hands have healed more than sore muscles in their time. Now sleep. And tomorrow? New topic.”
“Come on mom, I don’t want to sleep, we not chatting like this in ages,” I hit send hoping she would keep texting, I was really enjoying this.
I got a message back, “Fine we can keep chatting, you are really acting weird and very forward tonight.”
“Missed these chats,” I texted back, adding a playful wink emoji to soften the boldness. “Feels like sneaking up past curfew again.”
Mom’s reply was swift, her digital voice tinged with mock exasperation yet carrying an undercurrent of warmth: “Curfews are long gone, but some rules should stay in place! Still, I’ll give you tonight’s pass. Just don’t make it a habit. Let you off due to your dad not been here and I am kind of lonely so I am glad your texting me. Even though this talk feels weird.”
I bit my lip, heart thudding against my chest as I hit ‘send’ on my next message to Mom: “Glad to keep you company tonight, then. Promise it’s just chat—it’s kind of nice, actually. But seriously, ever feel like sharing those ‘healing hands’ secrets? For… educational purposes.”
Mom replied with a hint of a laugh buried in her text: “Educational? Daniel, there are courses for that. Go enroll if you’re so curious. Though I can tell you this—clients left relieved and relaxed… let’s leave the specifics to your imagination.”
Her response had me grinning despite myself. My thumbs danced over the screen: “Alright, leaving it to imagination then. But imagine Jenny’s face if she knew her boyfriend got mom-approved in such an intimate way.”
I paused, the screen’s glow highlighting my amused yet flustered face as Mom’s reply dripped with a blend of playful scolding and unexpected intimacy. “Lonely, huh? Keeping me on my toes, aren’t we?” I texted back, a thrill racing through my veins at the boundary-pushing conversation. “You’re making tonight… memorable. Again.”
I waited with bated breath, fingers drumming lightly on my phone as Mom’s next message arrived, her playful yet protective tone lining every word: “Alright, rebel son of mine—tonight’s an exception. But keep this between us, deal? Your dad’s absence has made for a peculiar evening. And yes, I’m enjoying the… unexpected company.”
I shot back, a smirk playing across my lips despite the late hour: “Deal sealed. Exception granted. Thanks for not freaking—and kind a flirting—back. Gotta say, Mom, you make an intriguing conversationalist in the dark hours. So you not bored on your own.”
Mom’s reply came through: “Flirting?! I’m your mother Daniel! But… I wasn’t bored before, anyway. Now? Well…”
Mom’s reply came through, playful yet with a hint of flirtatious teasing: “Well… you’ve certainly livened up the evening, Daniel. Not bored now at all.”
I bit my lip, heart racing as I typed back: “Glad to hear it. Gotta admit, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind when I texted you tonight. But… it’s not unwelcome either.”
Mom’s message arrived promptly: “Careful what you wish for, Daniel. The road less travelled can be quite the adventure.”
I swallowed hard and began to type: “An adventure indeed… but one that might have consequences if we’re not careful. You know I’m just teasing right?”
Her reply came through almost instantly: “Teasing? Or exploring? I’m your mother Daniel – not some fling! But yes, I get it.”
I bit my lip and typed back: “Right… sorry if it got too far. Just having fun with it all.”
She replied quickly: “It’s fine Daniel. You’re not wrong about the fun part though! Maybe we shouldn’t go any further with this conversation.”
I messaged back, “why, like you said you let me have free pass tonight. Plus your home alone. What are you doing right now.”
Phone buzzed, “wouldn’t you like to know 😉.”
I couldn’t help the sly grin spreading across my face as I keyed in, “Oh, believe me, Mom, I’m dying to know. Though the imagination’s a wicked thing—might be safer that way?” The tease was out before I could reconsider.
Her response, punctuated by a winking emoji, arrived faster than expected. “Play nice with that imagination of yours. Might keep you out of trouble… or invite more.”
The thrill of our dance around propriety had my fingers dancing over the screen again: “Might’ve stumbled into more than just trouble tonight. But if curiosity killed the cat, satisfaction brought it back—nine lives, right?”
Mom shot back with a teasing lilt in her digital voice: “Nine lives and counting! But let’s not tempt fate further. Keep those feline instincts in check.”
I chuckled softly to myself before replying with a lightness that belied my racing heart: “Instincts on high alert now. And you? Enjoying this as much as I am? Feels like we’re dancing on thin ice here…”
A brief pause preceded her playful admonishment: “Daniel! You’re dangerously close to making me forget which role I’m playing here… Enjoying it? Maybe too much for comfort.”
I stepped it up a bit and started typing with my heart beating fast, “would you be mad at me if I said I was hard, I usually jerk off around this time. I won’t though as I am chatting with you.”
My phone buzzed again, and I eagerly opened the message, a thrill coursing through me at the unexpected turn our conversation had taken. Mom’s reply flashed on the screen, a blend of playful and daring that sent my heart racing: “Hard, you say? Well, it’s not like I haven’t seen it before tonight… But don’t you dare touch yourself while talking to your mother! That’s just… wrong.”
I smirked at her stern yet teasing tone, my fingers flying across the keyboard as I typed back: “Wrong? Maybe. But also kind of… hot? Sorry, Mom—guess I’m not as good at keeping those instincts in check as you thought.”
Her reply was swift and filled with an undercurrent of amused exasperation: “Daniel! You’re incorrigible. And I think we’ve reached the end of this little experiment. Time for bed—for both of us.”
I smirked as I sent, “shame you are not here I would have company in my bed. I am just going to say it, I bet I can get you off before we go to bed.”
I took a deep breath and hit send. Mom didn’t reply straight away so I started watching the dvd. Halfway through it my phone buzzed. It was from her.
I quickly clicked open, “really, your serious about trying to get me off with words over text.”
I swallowed hard and typed back fast, “yes why not we have been getting closer than we should be in these texts, I won’t be able to stop thinking about it if I don’t try.”
The wait was agonizing. The silence stretched on as the credits rolled on my DVD screen. Finally, my phone buzzed with her response: “Okay then, Daniel… show me what you’ve got.”
I grinned widely as a rush of adrenaline coursed through me at the challenge she’d accepted. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I began typing out my most enticing words yet:
“Imagine this, Mom—my hands sliding down your curves as you lie back on our living room couch. You’re wearing that silk robe that falls open just enough to tease me… The way it clings to your breasts is driving me wild. I kiss slowly down your neck with my breath against your skin. Kissing your chest as my tongue circles around your nipple. As my hand cups your mound as I rub tightly mmmmm. How you feeling now.”
I bit my lip as I waited for her response, my heart pounding in anticipation. When her message finally arrived, it was a single word that sent a jolt of excitement through me: “Wet.”
I grinned wickedly and typed back, “That’s what I like to hear. Now let me tell you what I’m going to do next…”
I paused for dramatic effect before continuing, “I slip my hand inside your robe and cup your breast, feeling the weight of it in my palm. My thumb grazes over your nipple, making it harden under my touch. You let out a soft moan that makes me even harder.”
I could picture her lying there, flushed and aroused by my words. The thought spurred me on as I typed out more details.
“I trail kisses down your stomach until I reach the edge of your robe. Slowly, teasingly, I push it aside to reveal your pussy. It’s glistening with arousal and I can’t help but lean in and take a long lick.”
Her response was immediate: “Fuck Daniel…”
I smirked at the screen before replying, “You like that? Imagine how good it would feel if it was really happening right now.”
“God yes,” she wrote back.
Encouraged by her enthusiasm, I kept going. “I slide two fingers inside you while my tongue circles your clit. You’re so wet that they slip in easily and I start pumping them in and out while sucking on your clit.”
“Oh god Daniel,” she moaned over text.
“Mmmm you taste so good Mom,” I typed back as if she could hear me.
“I’m so close baby,” she wrote.
I replied, “wow you fingering yourself.”
My phone buzzed my hand shake, OH shit, she is video calling me.
I stared at the screen, my heart pounding in my chest as I debated whether to answer. The temptation was overwhelming, but so was the fear of crossing a line that couldn’t be uncrossed. With a trembling finger, I accepted the call.
Mom’s face filled the screen, her cheeks flushed and her eyes dark with desire. “Daniel,” she breathed, “I need you.”
I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “Mom… are you sure about this?”
She nodded, biting her lip. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. Please… touch yourself for me.”
I hesitated for a moment before slowly pulling down my boxers, revealing my hard cock to her hungry gaze. She let out a soft moan as she watched me stroke myself.
“Fuck Daniel,” she whispered, “you’re so big.”
I grinned at her words, feeling a surge of confidence. “You like that Mom? You like seeing your son’s big cock?”
She nodded eagerly. “Yes baby, I love it. Now tell me what you want to do to me.”
I licked my lips as I imagined all the things I wanted to do to her perfect body. “I want to bend you over the couch and fuck you from behind,” I said huskily.
She moaned at my words and began touching herself through her robe, she pointed the camera on her two fingers inside her pussy. “Yes baby,” she panted, “fuck me hard.”
“I wish I could get a taxi to yours and fuck you hard,” I said straight out. “I finally made you give in to temptation huh.”
Mom moaned louder as she watched me stroking myself. “Yes baby, I want you to fuck me so badly. You been making your mother wet all night. I can’t believe I gave in. You getting a fucking taxi or what.”
“You’ve got twenty minutes,” she said, her voice filled with desire. “Don’t waste any time getting here. Or I am off to bed.” She ended the call.
I quickly got dressed and rung a taxi, “I am on my way mom. I will be there in 15 minutes.”
The taxi ride felt like an eternity, my heart racing with anticipation and fear. What if this was all a dream? What if Mom changed her mind? But as the driver pulled up to our house, I saw her silhouetted in the living room window, waiting for me.
I paid the driver and rushed to the door, fumbling with my keys before finally unlocking it and stepping inside. Mom was sitting on the couch, still in her robe, a glass of wine in one hand and her phone in the other.
“Well well,” she said as she looked me up and down. “Looks like someone’s eager for something.”
I swallowed hard and nodded. “Yes Mom… I want you so badly.”
She smirked at me and set her wine glass down. “Then come here,” she said softly.
She got on the bed and I stripped off and got onto the bed I was kissing her neck deeply. My hand took off her robe as I explored her body. I pulled my boxers down and instantly I wanted to start fucking her. I pulled her underwear down and off and got between her legs as quick as I could.
I lifted her legs and moving them to her chest by pinning them down by tightly pressing down on back of her thighs. I was shaking as I put my cock against her warm wet slit and pushed in very deep.
She let out a loud moan as I began to fuck her hard and fast, my hips slamming against hers with each powerful stroke.
“Fuck Daniel,” she panted, “you’re so big. You’re stretching me out.”
I grinned down at her, loving the way she was moaning and writhing beneath me. “You like that Mom? You like feeling your son’s big cock inside you?”
“Yes baby,” she moaned, “I love it. Fuck me harder.”
I obliged, pounding into her with all my strength. The bed creaked and groaned under our weight as I drove into her over and over again.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me even deeper inside her.
I pulled out of her and she looked up at me confused. “What’s wrong baby,” she asked breathlessly.
“Nothing mom,” I said with a grin. “I just want to taste you.”
I got between her legs and started licking her pussy, tasting her sweet juices as I ran my tongue along her slit. She moaned and arched her back, pressing herself against my face.
I licked and sucked on her clit, feeling it harden under my touch. She grabbed my hair and held me in place as she ground herself against my mouth.
I slipped two fingers inside her, feeling her tight walls clench around them. I pumped them in and out slowly as I continued to lick and suck on her clit. She was so wet that my fingers slid in easily, making a lewd squelching sound with each thrust.
I curled my fingers inside her, rubbing against that sensitive spot deep within as I flicked my tongue over her clit. She cried out in pleasure, her hips bucking against my face.
“Fuck Daniel,” she panted, “you’re going to make me cum.”
I redoubled my efforts, licking and sucking harder as I fingered her faster. Her moans grew louder and more desperate until finally she came with a scream of ecstasy.
I lapped up every drop of her juices as she rode out the waves of pleasure. When she finally came down from the high, she looked at me with lust-filled eyes.
“Get up here,” she said breathlessly. “I need your cock inside me now.”
I got up and climbed on top of her, my cock throbbing with need. She spread her legs wide for me and I slid back inside her, groaning at how tight and wet she was.
I started to fuck her again, slow and deep this time. I wanted to savor every moment of being inside my mother’s perfect body.
She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me close as she kissed me deeply. Her tongue danced with mine as we moved together in perfect rhythm.
“Oh Daniel,” she moaned against my lips, “you feel so good inside me. I’ve never been fucked like this before.”
I grinned at her words and picked up the pace, pounding into her harder and faster. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room as we lost ourselves in our forbidden passion.
Mom’s nails dug into my back as she urged me on, begging me to fuck her harder. I obliged, giving it everything I had until finally I felt my orgasm building.
“I’m going to cum,” I gasped out. “Where do you want it?”
She looked up at me with a wicked smile. “Inside me,” she said softly. “Fill your mother up with your hot cum.”
That was all it took to send me over the edge. With a loud groan, I buried myself deep inside her and came hard, pumping stream after stream of my seed into her waiting womb.
We collapsed onto the bed together, both panting heavily as we came down from our highs.
After a few moments of blissful silence, Mom turned to look at me with a satisfied smile on her face.
“Well,” she said softly, “that was… something else.”
I chuckled and pulled her close to me. “Yeah it was,” I agreed. “You’re amazing Mom.”
She snuggled against my chest and let out a content sigh. “And you’re not so bad yourself son,” she said with a laugh.
“Daniel,” she said softly after a while, “this changes everything between us, doesn’t it?”
I sighed and kissed the top of her head. “Yeah, it does. But I don’t regret it for a second.”
She looked up at me with a worried expression. “Are you sure? I mean, what happens now? How can we go back to normal after this?”
I thought about it for a moment before answering. “We can’t go back to normal,” I said truthfully. “But we can find a new normal. One where we’re honest with each other and open about our feelings.”
Mom bit her lip nervously. “You mean… you want this to happen again?”
I nodded, cupping her face in my hands. “Yes, Mom, I do. I want you in my life like this from now on.”
She blushed and looked away shyly. “I… I want that too,” she admitted quietly.
My heart swelled with love and desire as I pulled her into a deep kiss. She melted against me, her body molding perfectly to mine.
“I love you,” I whispered against her lips.
“I love you too,” she replied just as softly.
We stayed like that for a while longer, lost in our own thoughts and the afterglow of our passionate encounter.
Finally, Mom broke the silence with a mischievous grin spreading across her face.
“You know,” she said suggestively, “we should probably make sure your father doesn’t find out about this…”
I raised an eyebrow at her teasing tone before realizing what she was implying.
“Oh yeah?” I asked playfully as my cock began to harden again at the thought of taking my mother right there in their marital bed.
She nodded coyly before straddling me and guiding my throbbing member inside of herself once more.
Later that night after all the fucking and dumbing two loads inside her. Her phone buzzed, it was Dad.
“Shit honey, your dad is on the way home,” she panicked getting her robe back on covering her body. “You should ring a taxi and ill message you later.”
“But I can pretend I am visiting you, you are my mum. He will never know I am here other than that.” I said while getting dressed.
“Let’s just be on safe side honey,” she said as I rung a taxi and as I was on the way out she kissed my cheek. “We should do it again, I know we shouldn’t be you make me feel so young.”
I was still in the taxi on the way home and my phone buzzed. It was mom again.
I opened it up and it read, “you not in bed yet, still thinking about me.”
I smirked and typed back fast, “yeah I am thinking about you, can’t stop. I want to fuck you again.”
She replied straight away, “me too baby. You make your mother feel so good.”
I bit my lip and sent another message, “so when can we do it again. I am addicted to your pussy now.”
Mom sent back a wink emoji with her reply, “you’ll have to wait until your dad is on nights again. But believe me, I’m already counting down the days until we can be together like that again. Damn son, biggest cock ever so glad you accidentally sent me it. Anyway baby, get some sleep when you get in I will message tomorrow love mom xxx.”
I got home and went straight to bed, my mind racing with thoughts of Mom and our incredible night together. I couldn’t believe how far we’d gone, how much we’d both enjoyed it. And now, the anticipation of doing it again was almost unbearable.
I tossed and turned for what felt like hours before finally drifting off into a fitful sleep.
As the first light of dawn crept through my window, I awoke with a jolt, the events of last night replaying vividly in my mind. It wasn’t just a dream; the scent of Mom’s perfume lingered on my skin, evidence of our forbidden intimacy. The charged messages and phone call, every touch and whispered promise—it all felt too real to dismiss as fantasy. I rolled over, grabbing my phone to check if any new texts had arrived.
There was one from Mom: “Morning, sunshine 🌞 Did you get any sleep? Or were you up planning your next move?”
I grinned at her playfulness, feeling a rush of excitement mixed with nerves as I replied, “Barely slept thinking about you… and yes, definitely plotting our next rendezvous.”
Her response came swiftly: “Careful now. Dad’s home today – play it cool. But we’ll find our moments. Oh god, last night he had your sloppy seconds. He was fucking me and my pussy was so squelchy with all your cum.”
I felt a little weird when she said dad had fucked her, well I couldn’t stop them. They were married, they are my mom and dad.
“Oh,” that is all I put and it send.
Phone buzzed, “Is that it… Oh, wait… your jealous.”
I hesitated, my thumb hovering over the screen as I read her last message. The complex mix of emotions swirling within me was dizzying – desire tangled with a hint of jealousy, respect for their relationship warring with the thrill of our secret. Yet, humor remained a lifeline, pulling us back from the edge.
“Jealous? Maybe just a little,” I admitted, adding a winking emoji for good measure. “But glad you both… enjoyed yourselves. It’s complicated.”
Her reply was immediate and laced with affection: “It is complicated—don’t fret, Daniel. But let’s keep our excitement discreet. We will have our time again; it’s just ours.”
I exhaled deeply, relieved at the understanding in her words and typed out my response: “Understood, Mom. Can’t wait till next time we steal those moments. And yeah… jealous but only ’cause you’re irresistible.”
She shot back almost instantly: “Flattery will get you everywhere 😘 Keep dreaming about me, but behave until then. I will message after my shower, I might send you a special photo when I am in the shower if your a good boy.”