This is a fantasy, every once in a spell you read comments from readers that talk of the town of the readers or writer going to hell, or jail. But, they read the whole narration 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 voyeuristic cravings by passing personal legal opinion on the former sinless people who are ALSO reading this Sami story. When we meet in infernal region I will be seated just above you, with looseness, for eternity. Why ? Because I am at least honest about what I am doing, you are not.

My name is Janet, I like my name, its part of who I am. I could not have imagined writing this tale just a few years ago. But now that it has all happened, in hind sight, I would have started having sex with my son when he was 12. Ok maybe not 12, that 's too Thomas Young, but I was gear up then, and I bet he thought he was. Starting when your lover is ready is a dear matter, trust me on that.

See here is how it is, or was, whatever. I am a mom, a good mom, overall. At least I was, then I decided to `` insure up '' on my son. Hey, I 'm disassociate, who is n't nowadays, evaluator me on that this year and then look back next year. Anyway, I had heard of stories of kids `` sexting '' and wanted to know how dependable my son was being with me. Face 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 memorize it honestly. I cheated, big time. I bought a pay by minute cell phone, John Cash up front. No tracing me. I decided going in to this, that since there was no way my son could ever find out out it was me, that the pattern were different. Not sure what my limits would be, but I was n't setting any. I was hoping that his sex life sucked as bad as mine.

I texted my son Daniel pretending to be a fille in his school, that I 'd gotten his number through a champion and I knew who he was. But I did n't want him to know who I was, and I wanted to experience more about him, or hombre in superior general. His answer shocked me.

Sorry babe, do n't buy it, this is the form of psycho thing my mom would do to check up on me. U got ta prove Ure not her.

Me. How.

Daniel. Send me a pict.

Oh crap, intend fast time, I am at work, he is at schooling, I need to buy time.

Me. Later, in stratum now.

Daniel. Cool.

Ok I bought time which gave me a disquiet day at work. What will I do, what can I do. I just paid for the goddam telephone, I am going to con something. Teenagers learn about sex, with or without parental help. There is no way I can get caught. I have a reasonably serious physical structure, for a 40 something mom. Not gon na pass for a Lester Willis Young teenager.

Ok, conclusion time, no facial expression blastoff, obviously. My breasts sag, normally for a mom my age, not gon na passing game for a 15 - 17 year old girl, that 's for sure. For idol sake, I have to show him my slit. Ok I steeled myself for that, heap of teenage boys have `` peeked '' I had caught him doing the Same, was it 2 eld ago ? Oh my god, he has no estimate what my pussy spirit like now so he 'll need to compare it to reality to be sure as shooting it 's not me on the phone. fountainhead at least I caught that misapprehension before doing it. So how do I `` accidentally '' expose myself to my son ? Before sending him a photo of my pussy after I `` clean up '' down there.

I hit on the solution, I decided that the mirror was fogging up too much in the shower. So I used some car wax to polish up the lav mirror. Then after pasting it on I realized this was for his benefit, was n't it ? Why not make him do it. So I had Daniel finish polishing the toilet mirror, plus he was now aware of its intended purpose.

No time like the present, right ? That Nox I `` decided '' to necessitate a rain shower, to see how the anti fogging worked. Yes I forgot to close the door all the way. Yes I kept tabs on its lieu. It took about 30 bit from when I slid the shower door shut for the can door to grovel open about an inch or so. The petty 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 evince him my cunt. I never in a million eld would have anticipated the thrill I felt at knowing that my son was watching me, that I was knowingly exposing myself to his eye 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 long I had been rubbing my soapy tits. While facing the clear mirror, with my son watching. I had to fight the itch to finger myself, this was insane ! I had no inkling of how turned on this would pull in me but here I was, raw, being watched by my son, and getting more turned on then I have in my last three geezerhood of dating. Ok, I guess this was a bad mom day, get over it, I know I did.

Well my son had seen my goodies in all their rude hairy grandness. On to the next step. I did n't get real number detailed, but I shaved all the readily visible whisker anyway. Then started taking cellular telephone phone shots of my pussy till I got the angle right hand. It showed the top of my slit, my hooded clitoris sticking out just a bit. None of the hair that I left un shaved around my hole. Buying some fib telling rights I added text that my baby and I shared a way so I could n't just send off pictures, but I got this one. I hit send.

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

Then my son sent me a picture of his cock. Ok I am his mother, I may be prejudiced, but my son has a brilliant cock. This was a cock a girl could curl up to, or impale herself on to. Oh god what am I thinking ? I am looking at a word-painting of my sons stopcock and loving it. I clearly understood that this was wrong. But wait a minute, how wrong is this really ? I am just doing undercover oeuvre right ? None of this counts because he is never, and I mean never going to ascertain out that his female parent is looking at his cock. His nude erect, rather attractive young looking cock. A girl could rag that matter all good afternoon and still put on her librarian glasses for dinner. Or motherly reading looking glass, ok stop it right now. This is my Son sex organ, he is young and flirtation, I will behave, I think.

Ok, I needed to get a bag on myself. Just a hard start to this, probe, nice and gruelling start. Ok, he is into sexting, but how far will he go ? Dammit I am thinking wrong here, right thing Daniel has no hint what is going on. I could receive fun with this and nobody but nobody could get hurt. There, I feel better.

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

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

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

Book of the Prophet Daniel. You are killing me and making my life better prison term everything, I want to have a go at it 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 night ? In my case that was because I was both horny and satisfied at the same clock time. I turned my phone back on and I got myself off three times while looking directly at my sons cock. While I satisfied myself, and congratulated myself on a game well played, I ended the Nox touch sensation that I needed more then I had gotten. And I had not gotten myself off three prison term 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 time anyway do n't they ? Just that this mom had a safe theme 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 time I was limited, I could not show my handwriting because they showed my age. Saame with my knocker, so I had to evidence him my slit.

But at home, this is what concerned me. Our text life was fantasy, home was realism. I had a fine line to take the air, my son needed to eff that he was not sexting with his mom, to do that I figured I needed to give him just one more appearance. I had kept my hair down around my dent, I was shaving up top so it only made good sense to me that either I should plane it all, or demonstrate it and then knock off it. Right ?. Ok my mind was clouded by fantastic voyeuristic coming at night so I was not thinking clearly.

How does a good and proper mother exposé her hirsute vagina scratch from behind while maintaining her dignity ? I put a lot of view into this delema. I knew the answer was n't going to pop up on Dr. Phil, I had to work this one on my own. I think I did pretty honest. I was moping the floor and then swore suddenly. This caused my son to pay attention, but not come in from the other room. My panty were already pulled askew and I was wearing a poor enough doll. I kicked the mop pail and banged a cabinet door. Book of Daniel came running. water system had slopped but not enough for my architectural plan. As I heard his footsteps round the corner I grabbed the mop bucket and turned it over. I bent over with my ass in the air towards my son and spread my knees. I was on total showing from behind, I heard him suck air in while I feebly slid the mop bucketful around to pull in my stability.

Hairy open pussy, I know he saw it. I asked for his assistant in cleaning up, he was dumbstruck and useless. I had to mop up the slew myself, with my red face hidden. Partially because of what I had done, and partially because I knew that now I could plane myself bare. Daniel fled to his room and I yelled at him `` thanks for nothing '' then I started muttering about getting help around the house. He had absolutely no approximation that I planned out the solid thing.

That night I got a replicate surprise from my son. His text to me was a mesmerism that I grow my whisker out `` down there '' and he sent me a video he took of him masturbating himself off to completion. He shot his spunk almost up to his mentum, I saw three long ropes of cum Edwin Herbert Land on his chest with a few More inadequate spurt landing closer to his stopcock. Totally salacious and not what he should be sending. This is where I should throw stopped it. This is where any right minded female parent would take in brought it to and end.

Problem is I had just shaved it for him, he had just seen my hairy slit from tooshie, so I needed to prove to him that it was n't me he was sexting with, right ? I sent him a totally repugnant jibe of my pussy from behind asking him if he really thought I should grow my hair out, for him.

He had a rather immediate response of YES ! My god I was so blandish, he wanted his complex number lover to look like ME ! He did n't recognise it but he was flattering his female parent. This I reasoned would give me a better chance to get to know him as the soul he was around kids his own age. So that I could better avail him, as his mother.

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