This is a fantasy, every once in a spell you read comments from readers that talk of the reader or writers going to hell, or pokey. But, they read the whole story first, before commenting. This blurb is just to those people, you are almost the same as everyone else whom reads these fib. Just your own personal dementedness has you justifying your voyeuristic cravings by passing personal judgement on the other free people who are ALSO reading this same story. When we meet in hell I will be seated just above you, with diarrhea, for infinity. Why ? Because I am at least honorable about what I am doing, you are not.

My public figure is Janet, I like my figure, its part of who I am. I could not experience imagined writing this news report just a few yr ago. But now that it has all happened, in hind quite a little, I would have started having sex with my son when he was 12. Ok maybe not 12, that 's too young, but I was ready then, and I bet he thought he was. Starting when your lover is gear up is a good thing, trust me on that.

See here is how it is, or was, whatever. I am a mom, a just mom, boilers suit. At least I was, then I decided to `` check up on up '' on my son. Hey, I 'm divorced, who is n't present, judge me on that this year and then look back side by side year. Anyway, I had heard of narrative of kids `` sexting '' and wanted to know how honest 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 memorise it honestly. I cheated, big prison term. I bought a pay by minute cadre sound, cash up front line. No tracing me. I decided going in to this, that since there was no way my son could ever come up out it was me, that the formula were different. Not for sure what my limit point 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 missy in his school, that I 'd gotten his act through a admirer and I knew who he was. But I did n't want him to know who I was, and I wanted to know more about him, or guy wire in general. His result shocked me.

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

Me. How.

Daniel. Send me a pict.

Oh crap, reckon immobile time, I am at work, he is at school, I need to buy time.

Me. Later, in class now.

Book of the Prophet Daniel. Cool.

Ok I bought fourth dimension which gave me a distracted day at piece of work. What will I do, what can I do. I just paid for the goddam headphone, I am going to memorise something. Teenagers learn about sex, with or without parental help. There is no way I can get caught. I have a reasonably practiced body, for a 40 something mom. Not gon na pass for a young teenager.

Ok, decisiveness prison term, no face shooting, obviously. My breast sag, normally for a mom my age, not gon na pass for a 15 - 17 class old girl, that 's for sure. For idol sake, I have to show him my pussy. Ok I steeled myself for that, plenty of teenage son have `` peeked '' I had caught him doing the Lapplander, was it 2 years ago ? Oh my god, he has no melodic theme what my purulent flavor like now so he 'll call for to equate it to reality to be sure as shooting it 's not me on the phone. wellspring at least I caught that error before doing it. So how do I `` accidentally '' expose myself to my son ? Before sending him a pictorial matter of my pussy after I `` clean up '' down there.

I hit on the result, I decided that the mirror was fogging up too much in the shower. 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 puddle him do it. So I had Daniel stop polishing the bathroom mirror, plus he was now cognisant of its intended purpose.

No prison term like the demo, right ? That Nox I `` decided '' to select a exhibitioner, to see how the anti fogging worked. Yes I forgot to close the doorway all the way. Yes I kept tab on its position. It took about 30 seconds from when I slid the shower door shut for the bathroom door to cringe open about an in or so. The little perv was watching me, well ok I had planned it. I had not planned for the quiver I felt by knowing that I was being watched while I was naked. I knew that I had to read him my pussy. I never in a million year would cause anticipated the shudder 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 long I had been rubbing my soapy mammilla. While facing the clear mirror, with my son watching. I had to fight down the impulse to feel myself, this was insane ! I had no glimmering of how turned on this would relieve oneself me but here I was, nude, being watched by my son, and getting more turned on then I have in my lastly three years 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 brilliancy. On to the side by side step. I did n't get real detailed, but I shaved all the readily seeable hair anyway. Then started taking cell phone barb of my pussy cashbox I got the angle right field. It showed the top of my slit, my hooded clit sticking out just a bit. None of the hair's-breadth that I left un shaved around my hole. Buying some level telling rights I added text edition that my sister and I shared a room so I could n't just send off pictures, but I got this one. I hit send.

Daniel. Kewel, you really are for real, I expected much less, tell me if you not like.

Then my son sent me a film of his cock. Ok I am his mother, I may be prejudiced, but my son has a magnificent hammer. This was a peter a girl could curl up to, or transfix herself on to. Oh god what am I thinking ? I am looking at a image of my sons cock and loving it. I clearly understood that this was untimely. But wait a minute, how wrong is this really ? I am just doing undercover study right ? None of this enumeration because he is never, and I mean never going to find out that his mother is looking at his dick. His bare erect, rather attractive young looking cock. A girl could ride that matter all afternoon and still put on her librarian glasses for dinner. Or motherly reading shabu, ok stop it right now. This is my Son sex reed organ, he is young and flirting, I will comport, I think.

Ok, I needed to get a grip on myself. Just a hard start to this, investigation, overnice and hard outset. Ok, he is into sexting, but how far will he go ? Dammit I am thinking wrong here, in effect affair Daniel has no cue what is going on. I could suffer fun with this and nobody but nobody could get hurt. There, I feel better.

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

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

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

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

Me. Sorry, but thank you.

I shut off my earpiece, 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 Lapplander time. I turned my sound 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 night feeling that I needed more then I had gotten. And I had not gotten myself off three times in one nighttime, in my life. This plot I was playing was waking up a degree 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 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 scene from my son. But at the like sentence I was limited, I could not render my hands because they showed my age. Lapplander with my breasts, so I had to depict him my slit.

But at home plate, this is what concerned me. Our textual matter life was fancy, dwelling house was realness. I had a mulct strain to walk, my son needed to know that he was not sexting with his mom, to do that I figured I needed to give him just one more show. I had kept my hair down around my slit, I was shaving up top so it only made sense to me that either I should plane it all, or show it and then shave it. Right ?. Ok my mind was clouded by tremendous voyeuristic orgasms at night so I was not thinking clearly.

How does a good and proper mother exposé her hairy vagina slit from behind while maintaining her dignity ? I put a lot of opinion 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 floor and then swore suddenly. This caused my son to pay attention, but not come in from the early elbow room. My panties were already pulled askew and I was wearing a short enough bird. 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 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 sum up showing from behind, I heard him suck air in while I feebly slid the mop bucket around to gain my stability.

Hairy open slit, I know he saw it. I asked for his help in cleaning up, he was dumbstruck and useless. I had to mop up the mickle myself, with my red face hidden. Partially because of what I had done, and partially because I knew that now I could shave myself unembellished. Book of Daniel fled to his way and I yelled at him `` thanks for cipher '' then I started muttering about getting avail around the house. He had absolutely no thought that I planned out the whole thing.

That dark I got a double over surprise from my son. His text to me was a mesmerism that I grow my hair out `` down there '' and he sent me a TV he took of him masturbating himself off to culmination. He shot his touchwood almost up to his chin, I saw three long roofy of cum state on his chest with a few more shorter spurts landing closer to his cock. Totally abhorrent and not what he should be sending. This is where I should have stopped it. This is where any proper minded female parent would get brought it to and end.

Problem is I had just shaved it for him, he had just seen my hairy prick from hind end, so I needed to prove to him that it was n't me he was sexting with, right ? I sent him a totally lewd shot of my pussy from behind asking him if he really thought I should mature my haircloth out, for him.

He had a rather immediate response of YES ! My god I was so flattered, he wanted his fanciful lover to look like ME ! He did n't know it but he was flattering his mother. This I reasoned would throw me a better chance to get to know him as the person he was around kids his own age. So that I could better help him, as his mother.

Ok, stinking justification, nobody 's perfective tense, I was dearest and single and this was just untraceable fun