Mom accidentally sends nude picture to son

Emerging from the steamy bathroom, skin still dewy and desire sparking beneath, I slipped into my silk nightie – chosen for him, but destined for no eyes tonight with him gone on business. The towel crumpled to the floor as I lay back on crisp sheets, an impish thought igniting. A candid snap was my folly; fingers trembling as I captioned it hotly with a reckless taunt meant for my husband’s eyes alone: “Wish you were here to lap up every drop from my needy slit, 💦💋” – then disaster struck in a sneeze! Sent… to Adam.

SHIT, cancel send cancel fucking send… Too late, the message sent to my 18 year old son Adam who was in his bedroom playing on his PlayStation.

I got a text back, it was Adam: “Mum, I didn’t know you were craving it so bad… Maybe I can help fill that void while Dad’s away? 🤭”

I was shocked how he spoke to me it was disgusting, but between my legs tingled. I text back, “DELETE IT, I sent it by accident.”

“Accidents happen, Mum… But just so we’re clear, I’m up for helping anytime,” he typed, hitting send before she could back out.

I replied back “STOP IT, I am your mom. Delete it, I am embarrassed enough at it is. I didn’t want you seeing my… parts. I am your fucking mom.”

His response was swift, his text popping up with an unsettling eagerness: “Can’t un-see what’s been seen, Mum. And honestly? You looked… incredible ☺️ But don’t worry—I’ll keep your secret safe if you want me to ‘help’ out.”

A shiver ran through me as I considered how wildly inappropriate his words were—yet a dark thrill coursed beneath my skin. Still, I typed firmly: “Don’t you dare entertain this thought again! It’s wrong on every level.”

My phone buzzed again, it was Adam and with a dirty message with a photo which said: “Can’t deny you’re tempting, Mum. But don’t fret—I won’t push… unless you want me to. 😈 scroll down, do you like the picture of my hard cock.”

I scrolled down, I nearly dropped my phone seeing him with his fat veiny cock in his hand. ROCK HARD.

My phone buzzed yet again, “I am wanking my cock looking at your photo you sent me. God your fanny looks so fuckable 🤩🍆💦.”

I drew a sharp breath; his words painted vivid scenes in my mind—impossible yet strangely thrilling. But reason clawed through lust’s haze as I retorted, “End this game now! you shouldn’t be masturbating to my photo, DELETE it… It’s sick!”

Suddenly he messaged: “Cumming for you Mum… Thinking of stuffing your juicy snatch with every spurt… Mmmphh 💦💦💦. Imagine my cock throbbing in you as I suck your tits,” followed by the unmistakable sound of release.

I text back, “you are a dirty little shit. I didn’t raise you like this, fine come to my room right now.” I clicked send and put my phone done. I rubbed my clit and dipped a finger inside my pussy.

His message was instant, the words leaping from the screen: “On my way, Mum. Prepare yourself… you’re about to be thoroughly shagged.”

Moments later he just walked in on my fingering my pussy with my legs open on the bed.

Adam, his eyes dark with lust, pauses at the threshold of my bedroom door, drinking in the sight before him. My fingers, glistening with arousal, still buried deep within me as I lay exposed on the bed. His gaze lingers on my swollen lips, parted invitingly from my own touch—my nightie hiked up around my waist.

“Mum… fuck,” he utters, voice thick with desire. “You really meant it then.” He steps closer, shedding his t-shirt in one fluid motion, his broad chest now bare and muscles rippling beneath tanned skin. The impressive outline of his cock strains against the confines of his trousers.

I bite my lip, feeling brazen despite the taboo of it all. “Lock the door,” I command huskily. “We don’t want any interruptions.”

He obeys swiftly, ensuring our privacy before stalking back to me like a predator scenting its prey. His hands graze my thighs as he climbs onto the bed; I tremble at his touch. “You’re so wet already,” he observes greedily.

The mattress dips under his weight as he positions himself between my legs—his hot breath fanning across my inner thigh. “I swear if I let you have sex with me you tell NO one,” I whisper unconvincingly even as I spread wider for him.

Adam’s response is immediate, his voice a low, hungry growl. “Mum, this stays between us—our filthy little secret.” He leans in closer, his lips brushing the tender skin of my inner thigh, teasingly close to where I ache most. With one hand he unbuttons his trousers, freeing his rigid cock – each vein standing out starkly against the flushed flesh. The head glistens with pre-cum as he strokes it slowly, eyes locked on mine.

“Mmm… look at you,” he purrs approvingly, watching as my fingers twist and delve inside my dripping fanny. “So fucking ready for me.”

I whimper at the crude compliment, but can’t deny the truth; I’m soaked at the thought of him filling me. “Then stop tormenting me,” I plead shamelessly. “Give your mum what she needs.”

He chuckles darkly and shifts forward, guiding his thick shaft to nudge against my slick folds. The pressure builds deliciously as he parts my labia with a single finger before teasing the sensitive nub hidden beneath with his thumb. My back arches off the bed—the anticipation torturous.

“You want this cock?” His question hangs in the air like an offering as he nudges against my entrance—a blunt invitation.

“Yes—oh God yes,” I confess breathlessly, hips straining upwards to meet him.

Without another word, he pushes forward—his cock stretching me open inch by throbbing inch until fully sheathed inside my tight heat. A guttural groan escapes him as our bodies join in taboo bliss; I gasp at the fullness.

His palms grip my thighs firmly as he starts to pump into me—a relentless rhythm driving us both mad with lustful need. My breasts quiver with each powerful thrust—his mouth descending greedily upon them through lace fabric that now feels too delicate for such animal desire.

“That’s it… take every inch,” Adam grunts between urgent kisses across my chest and neck. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room along with sharp pants and needy moans that punctuate each plunge into my fanny.

With each demanding thrust, Adam’s cock plunges deeper into my fanny, his powerful hips driving rhythmically against mine. The wet, squelching sounds of our union echo in the room, mingling with my desperate cries. “Ohh God… right there…” I moan out, urging him on as his thick length rubs deliciously along my inner walls.

He responds with a low, rough grunt, “Harder… yes give me that tight snatch,” and picks up pace—his pelvis slapping against mine in a frenzied dance. My fingers knot in the sheets beneath us as he buries himself to the hilt again and again, stretching me around his girth.

My breasts jiggle enticingly with every forceful pump; his mouth latches onto one stiff nipple through silk—a hot suction that makes me squirm beneath him. “Ummm… don’t stop…” I beg in a needy whine, feeling the coil of ecstasy tightening within.

Adam’s eyes glint with wicked triumph. He alternates between sucking and nipping at the sensitive peaks, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. “Want more?” he growls against damp skin.

“Yes!” My voice is a breathless plea as I arch into him; the pressure mounting unbearable inside my slick core. He answers by angling his hips to grind brutally against my clit—each thrust hitting that sweet spot relentlessly.

“Faster! Yes!” The words tumble from my lips amidst gasps and moans as he obeys without hesitation—the bed creaking under our fervent movements. His breath comes hot and ragged against my ear, “You’re taking it so well… your fanny loves being stuffed.”

“Ungh… fill me up,” I pant shamelessly now—my body quivering on edge—and he grips tighter on my thighs, pounding mercilessly until…

Adam’s pace becomes frenetic, his hips driving with primal urgency as he plunges into me over and over, each stroke a promise of release. The room fills with the slick, wet sounds of our forbidden coupling and my cries grow louder—”Oh fuck, harder… fill your mum up!”—the obscene request spurring him on.

His grip tightens possessively around my thighs as he hammers into my fanny, my walls clenching desperately around his thick cock. “A-Ah! Mmmm..,” I whimper, feeling the first waves of climax wash over me. His rhythm falters for an instant as he nears his own peak.

“That’s it… milk me dry with your greedy snatch,” Adam snarls through clenched teeth, pounding relentlessly—his thumb circling my swollen clit in tandem with his thrusts. My moans escalate to a desperate pitch—”Ahhhhh faster yes.. umm my fucking fanny fuck it harder.”

The bed groans under our violent union; sheets tangled in our grappling limbs—a symphony of skin on skin and gasps that crescendo to an explosive finale. With one final deep plunge, Adam lets out a guttural roar as he spills himself inside me—the heat of his cum flooding my depths.

I cry out sharply at the sensation—”Oh God—yes!”—as I feel every pulse of his release painting the inside of my fanny white-hot. He collapses atop me, breaths mingling hotly against my neck while aftershocks ripple through us both.

After long moments tangled in post-coital bliss, Adam rolls to the side, pulling me close against his chest. Our hearts thump wildly together—a secret shared now between mother and son—a taboo connection forged by lust and desire satisfied.

“Shit… Mum,” he murmurs in awe amidst the heavy breathing. “That was…” Words fail him as we lie entwined in silence, yet there’s no need for them; we both know what transpired can never be undone or forgotten.

I trace idle patterns on his arm—skin still flushed from exertion—knowing this is wrong yet unable to deny the dark thrill that courses within. “Our secret,” I whisper back softly—and so it remains sealed between us like an unspoken vow in the dimly lit room where boundaries blurred beyond return.

Within this intimacy lie both shame and guilt twisted inexplicably with satisfaction—an unlikely bond that feels too real to dismiss or pretend away after such raw passion unleashed. And though we dare not utter another word about what just happened… our bodies tell a different story—one etched in sweat and spent desire that lingers long after we part ways silently into night’s embrace.

He pulled out slowly panting still as he gave my minge a little rub.

“God, Mum,” he whispers hoarsely, “you took it all so perfectly.” His gaze lingers on where we’re still intimately joined—my fanny quivering from his soft strokes, sensitive to every lingering touch. “Didn’t think you’d be this… insatiable.”

“Don’t get use to it, now let me get changed go to your game,” I said as he put his cock away and left my room.

“Don’t think I can ever look at you the same again, Mum. You are a good fuck.” With a sly wink and a low chuckle, he closes the door quietly behind him.

The room seems to hold its breath after his departure, the air heavy with our shared secret. I sit up slowly, silk nightie clinging to my skin slick with perspiration. The scent of our coupling clings stubbornly as I rise, an odd mix of trepidation and exhilaration swirling within me.

Padding softly to the wardrobe, I select fresh lingerie—black lace knickers this time—and a robe to cover up. The cool fabric against my sensitive skin sends tiny shivers down my spine. A silent vow forms; this won’t be forgotten by either of us.

As I tie the robe’s sash tightly around my waist, hiding evidence of our sin from prying eyes that aren’t there, a text from Adam pings on my phone: “Sleep well? Dream of me filling you up again?” 😈

I smirk despite myself; he truly is incorrigible. Yet rather than anger or shame flooding through me now, it’s a heady cocktail of arousal and disbelief at what we’ve done—what could happen again. My fingers hover over the screen before replying with deliberate tease: “Sweet dreams… but remember your place.”

The response is immediate: “Can never forget where I belong now—deep inside you. Night Mum 💋”