Craig: Hey babe, just for you 😉 [Image Attached] 😘
Mom: Craig? 😳 What is THIS?! 😱
Craig: MOM! 😭 OH MY GOD. WRONG PERSON WRONG PERSON WRONG PERSON!!! 🤦♂️ DELETE DELETE DELETE!
Mom: Too late, honey. Eyes don’t unsee things like that. Are you okay? Is… everything okay? 🤔
Craig: I’M MORTIFIED. SO EMBARRASSED. It was for Jenny! My girlfriend! Seriously Mom, please just pretend you didn’t see anything 🙏
Mom: Jenny, huh? Well, she’s a lucky girl I guess. But Craig, seriously, what were you even thinking sending that kind of picture?! 🤨
Craig: It was supposed to be… fun? You know? For her eyes only! Not yours! I am actually going to die of shame. 😩
Mom: Fun? Well, it certainly got my attention. I’ll say that much. It’s… bigger than I remember you being as a kid. 😂 Just kidding… mostly. 😜
Craig: MOM! Seriously stop. This is my worst nightmare come true. Can we just… never speak of this again? I’m logging off forever. 😶
Mom: Logging off isn’t going to make it disappear from my memory, Craig. And honestly, I’m a little… curious. Is it always… that… enthusiastic? 😳
Craig: Enthusiastic?! Mom, what are you even saying?! This is so inappropriate! I need therapy. 🤯
Mom: Inappropriate? Honey, you sent me a picture of your… you know. I think the inappropriate ship sailed about five texts ago. 🤷♀️ And answering a question isn’t exactly a crime.
Craig: Because I sent it ACCIDENTALLY! That’s the whole point! And you’re… you’re talking about it like it’s… normal conversation. 😳
Mom: Well, it’s certainly… awakening. Let’s just say Dad wasn’t exactly working with that kind of equipment back in the day. 😉 No offence to your father, bless his soul. 😇
Craig: MOM. Please stop comparing me to Dad! And “awakening”?! What does that even mean?! Now I’m just… weirdly turned on that you’re even talking about this. 🔥
Mom: Turned on, huh? Well, isn’t that interesting? Maybe this wasn’t such a terrible accident after all. 😏 And hey, just stating facts about your father. You’re definitely… more gifted.
Craig: Okay, you started it. But… yeah, maybe it wasn’t totally terrible. And gifted? Do you really think so? Maybe I should send you more pictures then 😉😈
Mom: Craig! Are you seriously flirting with your own mother right now?! But… maybe just one more. For… educational purposes? You know, motherly concern and all that. 😇 No emojis this time, just pure… data. 😉
Craig: Educational purposes, huh? Right. Data. Got it. One more picture is coming up. For science. And because… well, you’re making this surprisingly fun. 😈 God I wish I could see your, you know. Stay tuned… Here I will attach it to this message. [Attached image of hard cock]
Mom: OMG stop… shit you’re so bad. I am tempted to send a pic. Please don’t hate me 😈. Fuck it DONT show anyone, why am I doing this, [Attached Image Of Panties To The Side And A Nice Smooth Pussy]
Craig: MOM! Holy shit! You’re actually doing this! I… I don’t know what to say. You look… amazing. Way better than Jenny, hands down. 🔥🔥🔥 But are you sure about this? Like, REALLY sure? I don’t want you to regret it later.😳
Mom: Regret? Honey, I haven’t felt this alive in years! Your father… well, he just didn’t… appreciate this side of me. But you… you clearly do. 😉 And seeing your enthusiasm… it’s… infectious. 😈 No regrets here, darling. Just… pure excitement. Wait better than Jenny’s.
Craig: Fuck you have gotten my dick so hard. Damn you shaved it too, oh fuck. 🔥🔥🔥 I can’t believe I’m saying this, but… I want to see more. A LOT more. Is that okay? I mean, this is totally insane, but… I’m kind of losing my mind right now. Please, Mom? 🙏
Craig: Infectious is right! I’m about to explode! You’re so fucking hot, Mom. I never imagined you could be this… wild. 🔥🔥🔥 Please tell me you have more to show. I’m dying to see your tits. I bet they’re even better than the rest of you. 🤤🤤🤤
Mom: Craig! Language! Though… I can’t say I’m not enjoying the compliment. Wild, huh? Maybe you’ve unlocked something hidden deep inside me. And as for… more to show… well, patience, darling. 😉 First, I need to know if you can handle it. This is a Pandora’s Box, and once it’s open… there’s no going back. Are you sure you’re ready to see Mom in all her… glory? 😈
Craig: Ready? Mom, I was born ready! I’ve been dreaming about this my whole life, I just didn’t know it until five minutes ago! 🤤 Show me everything! I promise I can handle it. And if I can’t… well, you can always teach me. 😉
Mom: Bold words, darling. Very bold. Alright then. Let’s see if you can handle this. But promise me, Craig, you’ll be respectful. This is still your mother we’re talking about. Even a wild one. [Attached Image of Mom’s Bare Breasts, Nice And Perky]
Craig: 😍 MOM! 🤤 You’re absolutely incredible! I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you. Your breasts are… wow. Perfection. I could stare at them all day. And I love how you said I should be respectful, but at the same time, you’re being so naughty. It’s like you’re two different people, and I love both of them! 😉 God where is my car keys, I so want to come over, damn I am horny as fuck. 😈😈😈😈😈😈 I so want to bang and pound that pussy of yours.
Mom: Maybe I went too far, we should stop this. I know what you want to come to mine for, and it can’t happen. I am your mom. 😳 Please don’t come over. I mean don’t get me wrong would be could to see you but after these messages, it isn’t a good idea. I am scared I’ll give in, we can have sex because I KNOW that is what you are after I am not stupid. 😭
Craig: Too late, Mom. You opened Pandora’s Box, remember? You showed me a side of you I never knew existed, and now I can’t just pretend it didn’t happen. I’m already halfway there. And let’s be honest, you don’t really want me to stop, do you? 😉 You’re scared, sure, but you’re also turned on. Just admit it. Besides, if we don’t explore this now, we’ll always wonder “what if?” And honestly fuck I just want to pound the fuck out of you. 😈😈😈😈
Mom: Craig, think about what you’re saying! This is your mother, and I shouldn’t have sent you those photos. It was a moment of weakness, but we can’t cross that line. Sex is something we cannot do. I am still not sure that it is all that I want. Turn around and go home. Please. For both of us. 🥺 I’m locking the doors.
Craig: You sure you want me to turn round and go home I am nearly there. 🥺
Mom: Dammit, Craig! You’re making this impossible. I shouldn’t want this, but… God, I do. The thought of you, of us, is intoxicating. But there are so many reasons why this is wrong. Morally, socially… it’s just… wrong. But… you’re right. I am turned on. More than I’ve been in years. And the thought of turning you away, of never knowing… it’s killing me. I’m not going to lock the door, but please be warned I might stop you even if I don’t want to. What have you done to me? 🥺🥺
Craig: So, that’s it then? You’re leaving me open without a fight? The house is unlocked so that means you want me. I’m pulling up to the drive now I will be inside in 2 mins if my fingers allow me to type this. I’m still not sure what is happening, but something inside me feels like this is right. 😈
Mom: Oh god what have I done with you? Now that you are driving I just want to send you something [Attached image of spread pussy]
Craig: Wow Mom you really do want this don’t you, this is unbelievable I am sitting outside the house now.
Mom: I am waiting for you, I will be upstairs in bed in the master bedroom door unlocked feel free to walk in it is your mother. [Attached image of ass in bed]
Craig: 😈 I will be in there sooner, just entering the house now, and slowly working my way up, I need to savor every single inch of this house now, It now has so much more meaning.
Mom: You are actually going to come I am so scared and so aroused at the same time, please be gentle but rough.
Craig: Can’t make any promises now 😈, but i will try and be as gentle as possible for you. Once I have worked my way up the stairs I will make my way into your bedroom. 2 mins…
Mom: I will be waiting for you 😈
I locked my car door and made my way to the front door, I opened it my heart racing. The air inside was thick with a nervous anticipation, a bizarre cocktail of forbidden desire and familial guilt. Each step I took on the carpeted stairs was a countdown, a point of no return. The scent of her perfume, a familiar comfort from childhood, now carried a different weight, a siren’s call.
Finally, I stood before the master bedroom door, its polished wood gleaming under the soft light spilling from within. My hand trembled as I reached for the knob, the metal cool against my sweaty palm. I pushed it open, and there she was.
My mom was lying on her side, propped up on an elbow, the silk sheets clinging to her curves. The bedside lamp cast a warm glow, highlighting the swell of her breasts and the curve of her hip. She’d pulled the covers down, revealing the tantalizing glimpse of her bare ass. Her eyes were wide, a mixture of fear and excitement swirling within them.
“Craig,” she whispered, her voice husky. “Are you really here?”
I didn’t answer, my gaze fixed on her. I stepped inside, closing the door softly behind me, sealing us off from the world outside. The only sound was the frantic thumping of my heart.
I walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, my eyes never leaving hers. “You know why I’m here, Mom.”
She swallowed hard, her gaze flickering down to my lap and back up again. “I… I do.”
A slow, deliberate smile spread across my face. “Then what are we waiting for?”
I reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, my fingers trailing down her cheek. Her skin was soft, warm. She closed her eyes, leaning into my touch.
“Be gentle,” she murmured.
“I’ll try,” I whispered back, “but I can’t promise anything.”
I leaned in and kissed her, a tentative exploration at first, then a desperate plunge. Her lips were soft, yielding, and tasted of vanilla and something else… something intensely, uniquely her. Her arms snaked around my neck, pulling me closer, deepening the kiss.
I broke away, gasping for air. “God, Mom,” I said, my voice rough, “you taste incredible.”
Her eyes were half-lidded, pupils dilated. “So do you, darling.”
I reached for the hem of her nightgown, slowly pulling it up, revealing more and more of her perfect body. Her breasts were full and high, the nipples erect and begging to be touched. I cupped them in my hands, gently squeezing, and she moaned softly.
“Oh, God, Craig,” she breathed, “that feels so good.”
I lowered my head and began to suckle, teasing her nipples with my tongue, and she arched her back, moaning louder now.
“Please,” she gasped, “harder.”
I obliged, sucking and nibbling until her nipples were hard and throbbing. I moved my hands down her body, tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips. I reached the apex of her thighs, where the silk of her panties was damp and clinging.
“You’re so wet,” I murmured, my voice thick with desire.
She moaned again, and, reached down and pulled off her panties and threw them on the ground. I spread them to reveal her glistening pussy, the lips swollen and eager.
“Please, baby. Show me your tongue. Now”
As I kissed and sucked at her pussy she started to moan louder and louder. Then I moved up and kissed her again
“I want you inside me,” she moaned, her voice desperate. “Please.”
I reached for my pants, unbuttoning them with trembling hands. I pulled out my hard cock, and she gasped.
“It’s even bigger than the picture,” she whispered.
I positioned myself between her legs, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer. With one hand I parted her lips, and with the other, I guided the tip of my cock to her opening.
“Ready?” I asked, my voice hoarse.
“Yes,” she breathed, “oh God, yes.”
I pushed forward, slowly, gently, feeling the tight heat of her pussy engulf me. She gasped, arching her back, her nails digging into my skin.
“Oh, God, Craig,” she moaned, “it feels so good.”
I pushed deeper until I was buried to the hilt inside her. She wrapped her arms around me, holding me tight, and I began to move, slowly at first, then faster and faster.
“Yes,” she moaned, “fuck me, Craig. Fuck me hard.”
And fuck her I did pounding rhythmically into her as she moaned.
Her pussy was hot and wet, the folds gripping my cock tightly as I moved inside her. It felt incredible, the forbidden heat clamping down on me, each thrust pushing deeper into her core. Her inner lips were slick and soft, a velvety texture that sent shivers down my spine. They pulsed around me with each of my movements, like a living thing, pulling me further into her secret world.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned, the words escaping me involuntarily as the sensation overwhelmed me. “Mom, you’re so tight.”
She arched her back further, her breasts heaving with each breath, the nipples still hard from my earlier ministrations. “Don’t stop,” she gasped, her voice breathy and urgent. “Please, Craig, don’t stop.”
I started to pick up the pace, my hips rocking against hers, the bedsprings creaking in protest against our movements. Her moans grew louder, escalating with each thrust, a symphony of pleasure and release. “Agh… yes… right there,” she panted, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her nails scratching lightly against my skin. “Harder… yes… fuck me harder like you mean it.”
Her moans became less coherent, just gasps and cries of pleasure, a raw primal sound that ignited something feral within me. I drove into her harder, faster, my own breaths coming in ragged gasps. Her pussy was a furnace, wet and unbelievably hot, each thrust sending waves of intense pleasure through me. I could feel the ridges of my cock scraping against the sensitive walls of her inner flesh. Her legs tightened around me, pulling me deeper, as if she wanted to consume me whole.
“Yes… Craig… fuck,” she managed to gasp out between moans, her head thrashing against the pillow. “Oh God, that’s… that’s so good… inside me… so deep…”
I could feel her muscles clenching around my cock, milking me with each thrust. The friction was almost unbearable, a delicious agony that pushed me closer to the edge. I gripped her hips, lifting her slightly as I pounded into her, wanting to feel every inch of her heat. Her moans turned into screams, punctuated by sharp intakes of breath.
“Deeper,” she urged, her voice thick with need. “Fuck me deeper, baby, please… right there… yes, right there…”
I obliged, thrusting as deep as I could, burying myself inside her with each stroke. The headboard banged rhythmically against the wall as we moved, the sounds of our passion echoing in the room. Her body arched off the bed, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, the nipples still hard and sensitive. I leaned down and took one in my mouth again, sucking and biting as I continued to fuck her, the dual sensations driving her wild.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, FUCK,” she screamed, her body convulsing beneath mine. “I’m… I’m going to… oh GOD…”
I felt her inner muscles clench tighter and tighter, waves of heat radiating from her pussy, engulfing my cock. Her orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave, intensifying my own pleasure to an almost unbearable level. I closed my eyes, gritting my teeth against the overwhelming sensations, and let go, thrusting harder and deeper, pouring my cum deep inside her as my own orgasm ripped through me.
“Aghhh… Mom…” I groaned, collapsing against her, my body slick with sweat, my heart pounding like a drum. I stayed inside her, panting, feeling her body still trembling beneath mine, her pussy still pulsing warmly around my spent cock. The air was thick with the scent of sex, and the only sound was our ragged breathing.
After a few moments, she loosened her grip on me, and I slowly pulled out, my cock slick with her juices and my own come. I looked down at her, her face flushed, her eyes still glazed with pleasure. Her lips were swollen from our kisses, and her hair was tangled and damp with sweat. She looked utterly ravaged, and utterly beautiful.
She lay beneath me, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly. For a long moment, neither of us moved, the weight of what we’d done pressing down on us like a physical burden. I could feel the dampness of her sweat against mine, the lingering warmth of her body. The euphoria was fading, replaced by a strange mix of satiation and… something else. Something colder.
I shifted slightly, rolling onto my back beside her, still intimately connected to her. The silence stretched, broken only by our ragged breaths. My gaze drifted around the room, suddenly noticing details I’d missed in the heat of the moment – the soft glow of the bedside lamp, the plushness of the carpet under my bare feet, the framed family photos on the dresser, smiling faces frozen in time, oblivious to the transgression that had just occurred in this very room. A wave of nausea washed over me.
Mom turned her head, her eyes meeting mine. The pleasure that had been shining so brightly moments ago was gone, replaced by a clouded uncertainty. A flicker of fear, perhaps, but also something else… a lingering ember of desire that refused to be extinguished. It was a confusing, unsettling mix.
“Well,” she finally whispered, her voice still husky, but now laced with a tremor I hadn’t heard before. She reached out a hand, tentatively, and brushed her fingertips against my chest. The touch was light, and hesitant, yet it sent a jolt of electricity through me nonetheless. “That was…” She trailed off, searching for the right word, or perhaps avoiding it altogether.
“Yeah,” I said, my voice rougher than I intended. “That was…” I couldn’t find the word either. Amazing? Terrifying? Unforgivable? All of them, and none of them, seemed to fit.
Her fingers traced a slow circle on my skin, her touch strangely detached, almost clinical. “Did you… did you like it?” she asked, the question barely audible like a secret confession whispered into the darkness.
I turned my head to look at her again, really look at her. Her face was flushed, her eyes wide and searching. She looked vulnerable, exposed in a way I’d never seen before. And yes, despite the guilt, the confusion, the sheer wrongness of it all… there was still an undeniable pull, a raw, animal magnetism that radiated from her.
“Yeah, Mom,” I admitted the word feeling heavy in my mouth. “I did.” Honesty felt like the only currency we had left in this bizarre, twisted exchange.
A small, almost imperceptible sigh escaped her lips. She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again, the uncertainty still lingering. “Me too,” she breathed, the admission even softer than her question. “God help me, Craig, me too.”