This is a fantasy, every once in a while you read comments from readers that talk of the lector or author going to hell, or slammer. But, they read the whole history first, before commenting. This blurb is just to those people, you are almost the same as everyone else whom reads these stories. Just your own personal dementia has you justifying your voyeuristical cravings by passing personal judgement on the former sinless people who are ALSO reading this Sami story. When we meet in hell I will be seated just above you, with diarrhea, for eternity. Why ? Because I am at least honest about what I am doing, you are not.

My gens is Janet, I like my gens, its part of who I am. I could not have imagined writing this story just a few yr ago. But now that it has all happened, in hind passel, I would give birth started having sex with my son when he was 12. Ok maybe not 12, that 's too young, but I was fix then, and I bet he thought he was. Starting when your lover is quick is a skillful thing, entrust me on that.

See here is how it is, or was, whatever. I am a mom, a serious mom, boilers suit. At least I was, then I decided to `` check up '' on my son. Hey, I 'm divorced, who is n't nowadays, jurist me on that this year and then attend back succeeding year. Anyway, I had heard of stories of kids `` sexting '' and wanted to know how honest my son was being with me. look it, we all lie about sex, especially to our parents, like you did n't ?

I decided that I would learn the truth first, then if it was bad I would find a way to study it honestly. I cheated, big time. I bought a pay by instant cell telephone, hard currency up front. No tracing me. I decided going in to this, that since there was no way my son could ever line up out it was me, that the pattern were different. Not certain what my limits would be, but I was n't setting any. I was hoping that his sex lifetime sucked as bad as mine.

I texted my son Daniel feigning to be a daughter in his schooling, that I 'd engender his phone number through a friend and I knew who he was. But I did n't require him to be intimate who I was, and I wanted to know Sir Thomas More about him, or guy rope in general. His result shocked me.

Sorry baby, do n't buy it, this is the sort of psycho thing my mom would do to check into up on me. U got ta bear witness Ure not her.

Me. How.

Book of the Prophet Daniel. beam me a pict.

Oh shit, call up fast time, I am at piece of work, he is at shoal, I need to buy time.

Me. Later, in class now.

Daniel. Cool.

Ok I bought time which gave me a distracted day at work. What will I do, what can I do. I just paid for the goddam phone, I am going to hear something. Teenagers learn about sex, with or without parental help. There is no way I can get caught. I have a reasonably good body, for a 40 something mom. Not gon na base on balls for a Whitney Moore Young Jr. teenager.

Ok, decisiveness prison term, no face crack, obviously. My breasts sag, normally for a mom my age, not gon na pass for a 15 - 17 year old young lady, that 's for sure. For divinity sake, I have to bear witness him my cunt. Ok I steeled myself for that, pot of teenage boys have `` peeked '' I had caught him doing the same, was it 2 long time ago ? Oh my god, he has no idea what my pussy looks like now so he 'll require to compare it to reality to be trusted it 's not me on the speech sound. Well at to the lowest degree I caught that mistake before doing it. So how do I `` accidentally '' expose myself to my son ? Before sending him a delineation of my kitty-cat after I `` clean up '' down there.

I hit on the solution, I decided that the mirror was fogging up too much in the exhibitioner. So I used some car wax to refine the bathroom mirror. Then after pasting it on I realized this was for his benefit, was n't it ? Why not hold him do it. So I had Daniel conclusion polishing the bathroom mirror, plus he was now cognisant of its intended purpose.

No time like the present, right ? That night I `` decided '' to have a exhibitioner, to see how the anti fogging worked. Yes I forgot to close up the door all the way. Yes I kept tab key on its position. It took about 30 seconds from when I slid the shower doorway shut for the john room access to creep candid about an column inch or so. The little perv was watching me, well ok I had planned it. I had not planned for the thrill I felt by knowing that I was being watched while I was naked. I knew that I had to demonstrate him my kitty. I never in a million long time would make anticipated the thrill I felt at knowing that my son was watching me, that I was knowingly exposing myself to his eyes while he thought me unaware.

I soaped up, really well. I was thinking about how I was showing off my pussy to my un seen viewer and forgot how farseeing I had been rubbing my soapy tits. While facing the clear mirror, with my son watching. I had to press the urge to finger myself, this was insane ! I had no glimmering of how turned on this would pretend me but here I was, naked, being watched by my son, and getting more turned on then I have in my hold out three days of dating. Ok, I guess this was a bad mom day, get over it, I know I did.

well my son had seen my kickshaw in all their natural hairy splendor. On to the next step. I did n't get literal detailed, but I shaved all the readily visible tomentum anyway. Then started taking cell telephone set gibe of my slit trough I got the angle rightfulness. It showed the top of my dent, my hooded clit sticking out just a bit. None of the hairsbreadth that I left un shaved around my golf hole. Buying some news report telling rights I added text that my sis and I shared a room so I could n't just send off characterisation, but I got this one. I hit send.

Book of the Prophet Daniel. Kewel, you really are for real, I expected much less, recite me if you not like.

Then my son sent me a photograph of his stopcock. Ok I am his mother, I may be prejudiced, but my son has a magnificent hammer. This was a cock a fille could curl up to, or spike herself on to. Oh god what am I thinking ? I am looking at a motion picture of my sons tool and loving it. I clearly understood that this was haywire. But wait a instant, how wrong is this really ? I am just doing undercover work right ? None of this tally because he is never, and I mean never going to find out that his mother is looking at his peter. His naked erect, rather attractive Whitney Young looking peter. A girl could ride that thing all afternoon and still put on her librarian methamphetamine hydrochloride for dinner. Or motherly reading glasses, ok stop it right now. This is my sons sex organ, he is young and flirting, I will behave, I think.

Ok, I needed to get a bag on myself. Just a hard commencement to this, investigation, nice and gruelling start. Ok, he is into sexting, but how far will he go ? Dammit I am thinking wrong here, dear thing Daniel has no clue what is going on. I could give fun with this and cipher but nonentity could get hurt. There, I feel better.

Me. Wow, I kinda like that. Did you like my puss ?

Daniel. Awesome, you are awesome, what 's you 're nominate ?

Me. Oh no, I ca n't say that, not after this.

Daniel. You are killing me and making my liveliness better times everything, I want to know who you are.

Me. Sorry, but thank you.

I shut off my phone, I had thinking to do. What is it they say in those romance novels, sleep was elusive that Nox ? In my case that was because I was both horny and satisfied at the same time. I turned my telephone back on and I got myself off three fourth dimension while looking directly at my sons cock. While I satisfied myself, and congratulated myself on a biz well played, I ended the dark tactile sensation that I needed more then I had gotten. And I had not gotten myself off three multiplication in one night, in my life. This game I was playing was waking up a level of desire I had never known.

I guess I lost focus for just a bit. Hey boys do it all the metre anyway do n't they ? Just that this mom had a better idea what her son was thinking while he was getting dirty with himself, that was all I was admitting to. I sent and received more pictures from my son. But at the same meter I was limited, I could not show my paw because they showed my age. Same with my boob, so I had to show him my slit.

But at house, this is what concerned me. Our text life was fantasize, home was realness. I had a fine line to walk, my son needed to know that he was not sexting with his mom, to do that I figured I needed to turn over him just one More display. I had kept my hair's-breadth down around my slit, I was shaving up top so it only made sense to me that either I should trim it all, or express it and then shave it. Right ?. Ok my psyche was clouded by fantastic voyeuristical orgasms at night so I was not thinking clearly.

How does a serious and right mother exposé her hairy vagina slit from behind while maintaining her dignity ? I put a lot of thought into this delema. I knew the answer was n't going to pop up on Dr. Phil, I had to puzzle out this one on my own. I think I did pretty good. I was moping the story and then swore suddenly. This caused my son to pay attention, but not come in from the other elbow room. My panties were already pulled askew and I was wearing a shortsighted enough skirt. I kicked the mop bucket and banged a cabinet door. Daniel came running. water supply had slopped but not enough for my plan. As I heard his footfall round the corner I grabbed the mop pail and turned it over. I bent over with my ass in the air towards my son and spread my knee joint. I was on add together show from behind, I heard him suck up air in while I feebly slid the mop bucket around to gain my stability.

Hairy unresolved slit, I know he saw it. I asked for his assist in cleaning up, he was dumbstruck and useless. I had to mop up the mess myself, with my red face hidden. Partially because of what I had done, and partially because I knew that now I could knock off myself bare. Daniel fled to his room and I yelled at him `` thanks for zilch '' then I started muttering about getting help around the family. He had absolutely no estimate that I planned out the whole thing.

That Night I got a double over surprise from my son. His text to me was a trace that I grow my hair out `` down there '' and he sent me a video he took of him masturbating himself off to windup. He shot his spunk almost up to his chin, I saw three long ropes of cum realm on his pectus with a few more shorter spurts landing finisher to his cock. Totally detestable and not what he should be sending. This is where I should have stopped it. This is where any proper minded female parent would have brought it to and end.

problem is I had just shaved it for him, he had just seen my hairy dent from derriere, so I needed to shew to him that it was n't me he was sexting with, right ? I sent him a totally obscene shaft of my pussy from behind asking him if he really thought I should rise my hair out, for him.

He had a rather immediate response of YES ! My god I was so flatter, he wanted his imaginary fan to look like ME ! He did n't do it it but he was flattering his female parent. This I reasoned would give me a best chance to get to know him as the person he was around kids his own age. So that I could better assistance him, as his mother.

Ok, shitty justification, nobody 's perfective, I was honey and single and this was just untraceable fun