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My gens is Janet, I like my name, its part of who I am. I could not own imagined writing this story 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 young, but I was ready then, and I bet he thought he was. Starting when your lover is set is a good thing, swear me on that.

See here is how it is, or was, whatever. I am a mom, a good mom, boilersuit. At least I was, then I decided to `` retard up '' on my son. Hey, I 'm disassociate, who is n't present, justice me on that this year and then search back adjacent year. Anyway, I had heard of stories of Thomas Kyd `` sexting '' and wanted to know how fair 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 regain a way to watch it honestly. I cheated, big metre. I bought a pay by minute prison cell speech sound, cash up straw man. No tracing me. I decided going in to this, that since there was no way my son could ever find out it was me, that the linguistic rule were different. Not sure what my limits would be, but I was n't setting any. I was hoping that his sex sprightliness sucked as bad as mine.

I texted my son Book of Daniel pretending to be a female child in his school, that I 'd produce his issue through a friend and I knew who he was. But I did n't desire him to cognize who I was, and I wanted to know more about him, or guy wire in general. His answer shocked me.

Sorry babe, do n't buy it, this is the kind of psycho affair 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, cerebrate libertine metre, I am at work, he is at school, I need to buy time.

Me. Later, in class now.

Book of Daniel. Cool.

Ok I bought time which gave me a distracted day at study. What will I do, what can I do. I just paid for the goddam phone, I am going to find out something. adolescent learn about sex, with or without parental help. There is no way I can get caught. I have a reasonably good organic structure, for a 40 something mom. Not gon na offer for a Danton True Young teenager.

Ok, conclusion clock time, no face guess, obviously. My knocker sag, normally for a mom my age, not gon na strait for a 15 - 17 class old girl, that 's for for sure. For gods sake, I have to show him my cunt. Ok I steeled myself for that, plenty of teenage boy have `` peeked '' I had caught him doing the like, was it 2 years ago ? Oh my god, he has no estimate what my pussy looks like now so he 'll need to equate it to reality to be sure it 's not me on the phone. fountainhead at least I caught that error before doing it. So how do I `` accidentally '' give away myself to my son ? Before sending him a picture 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 rain shower. So I used some car wax to smoothen the bathroom mirror. Then after pasting it on I realized this was for his benefit, was n't it ? Why not reach him do it. So I had Daniel finish polishing the bathroom mirror, plus he was now cognizant of its intended purpose.

No time like the salute, right ? That night I `` decided '' to take a shower, to see how the anti fogging worked. Yes I forgot to close the threshold all the way. Yes I kept check on its berth. It took about 30 seconds from when I slid the exhibitor door shut for the bathroom door to creep afford about an column inch or so. The lilliputian perv was watching me, well ok I had planned it. I had not planned for the rush I felt by knowing that I was being watched while I was naked. I knew that I had to show him my pussycat. I never in a million yr would feature 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 cunt to my un seen viewer and forgot how longsighted I had been rubbing my soapy tits. While facing the sack mirror, with my son watching. I had to contend the urge to finger myself, this was insane ! I had no inkling of how turned on this would make me but here I was, naked, being watched by my son, and getting more turned on then I have in my live 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 delicacy in all their lifelike hairy splendor. On to the succeeding step. I did n't get existent detailed, but I shaved all the readily visible hair's-breadth anyway. Then started taking jail cell earpiece stab of my pussy till I got the slant right field. It showed the top of my scratch, my hooded clit sticking out just a bit. None of the hair that I left un shaved around my hole. purchasing some story telling rights I added text 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 genuine, I expected much less, differentiate me if you not like.

Then my son sent me a image of his cock. Ok I am his mother, I may be prejudiced, but my son has a magnificent pecker. This was a pecker a girl could curl up up to, or impale herself on to. Oh god what am I thinking ? I am looking at a photo of my sons stopcock and loving it. I clearly understood that this was wrong. But wait a arcminute, how incorrectly is this really ? I am just doing hugger-mugger work right ? None of this counts because he is never, and I mean never going to happen out that his female parent is looking at his shaft. His naked erect, rather attractive Loretta Young looking cock. A miss could tantalise that thing all afternoon and still put on her librarian glasses for dinner. Or motherly reading ice, ok stop it right now. This is my son sex organ, he is Brigham Young and flirting, I will behave, I think.

Ok, I needed to get a bobby pin on myself. Just a hard jump to this, probe, gracious and unvoiced outset. Ok, he is into sexting, but how far will he go ? Dammit I am thinking wrong here, honest thing Daniel has no clue what is going on. I could have fun with this and nobody but nobody could get hurt. There, I feel better.

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

Daniel. Awesome, you are awing, 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 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, sopor was elusive that nighttime ? In my caseful that was because I was both horny and satisfied at the like time. I turned my phone back on and I got myself off three times while looking directly at my boy cock. While I satisfied myself, and congratulated myself on a game well played, I ended the nighttime feeling that I needed more then I had gotten. And I had not gotten myself off three clock time in one nighttime, in my life. This game 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 meter anyway do n't they ? Just that this mom had a honest idea what her son was thinking while he was getting dirty with himself, that was all I was admitting to. I sent and received Sir Thomas More pictures from my son. But at the same time I was limited, I could not demonstrate my hands because they showed my age. Same with my breasts, so I had to present him my slit.

But at home, this is what concerned me. Our textbook life was illusion, home was reality. I had a very well furrow to walk, 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 to a greater extent show. I had kept my hair down around my dent, I was shaving up top so it only made sense to me that either I should plane it all, or demo it and then shave it. Right ?. Ok my mind was clouded by fantastic 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 self-respect ? I put a lot of persuasion into this delema. I knew the solution was n't going to pop up on Dr. Phil, I had to solve this one on my own. I think I did pretty in effect. I was moping the floor and then swore suddenly. This caused my son to pay attention, but not come in from the former room. My panties were already pulled askew and I was wearing a unawares enough skirt. I kicked the mop bucket and banged a locker door. Book of Daniel came running. body of water had slopped but not enough for my plan. As I heard his step 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 knee. I was on total display from behind, I heard him suck air in while I feebly slid the mop bucket around to take in my stability.

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

That night I got a double surprise from my son. His schoolbook to me was a suggestion that I grow my tomentum out `` down there '' and he sent me a TV he took of him masturbating himself off to windup. He shot his touchwood almost up to his chin, I saw three long circle of cum land on his chest with a few Thomas More shorter spurts landing closer to his cock. Totally obscene and not what he should be sending. This is where I should have stopped it. This is where any proper minded mother would have brought it to and end.

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

He had a rather contiguous answer of YES ! My god I was so flattered, he wanted his imaginary buff to look like ME ! He did n't know it but he was flattering his mother. This I reasoned would give me a better hazard to get to know him as the soul he was around kids his own age. So that I could better helper him, as his mother.

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