I realize that I had taken thing too far already, this I assume was part of my justification for not stopping where I should have. I learned so much, and enjoyed myself so furiously after my dirty chat sessions with my son that I just did n't bring it to an end like any convention mother would have. Ok, not too many normal mothers would intentionally display their vaginas to their horny teen age Logos. Neither would they shave said vagina so they could post a mental picture of it to same said son, just to find out what he is up to.

Since I had already crossed the line there was no point in turning back, just yet anyway. I was having fun and my son was appearing to be getting enamored with me in our texting seance. I found myself correcting him in small shipway, improving his language and focus with his conversations with me. He was growing up !

At the same time there was this tremendous vicarious sexual thrill. Well ok not that vicarious, I was sending him pictures of my pussy as I grew my haircloth back out. My son was spewing spunk all over himself and I was feeling like I was cheating him in the lot. I could n't depict my tit or hands, wait a minute.

I laid down on my bed so my breasts pressed flat against my chest, lined my headphone up and started taking pictures of my nipple. I could only do close ups of one mammilla, or he would see too much and see that I was no where near close to his own age. He adored my nipple dead reckoning and always wanted more. I was more than quick to show him more, at home, but I had to wait for my haircloth to grow back out.

I could never get my son to admit to me in textual matter why he wanted me to turn my hair back out. In very life I knew why, and it flattered me. I was careful to always lock the john threshold when in there. Every prison term I was in there when Daniel was home I could hear his stride creep past the threshold, looking for another opportunity to spy on his mom. I was getting dizzy with excitement as my whisker slowly filled out, anxious for the meter that it was back to `` proper '' length so I could get this out of my scheme, just one last time. That 's what I kept telling myself.

My programme was that I would just debunk myself to my son just once more, as soon as my tomentum was grown out. After all, he had shown me so much more, which I had put to unspoilt masturbatory use, every night.

Finally the nighttime came, my hair was fully back to its salacious glory. My son was complimenting my depiction, saying how good it looked being hairy `` down there '' and his linguistic communication had improved tremendously as well. I put a novel finish of spread wax on the bathroom mirror and finally `` forgot '' to close the lav door.

My son must throw been checking the privy door religiously since my first escapade. The second the shower doorway slid closed I saw the bathroom door heart-to-heart just a bit. I knew my son was watching ! I soaped my boob while holding my legs open. After all this time, the bit of multiplication my son had sprayed his heart for me, I had never been capable to send out him a video of me masturbating because it would receive shown my hands, now I was able to do it in real life !

I spread my legs to the mirror and went to run on my clit. I started by rubbing myself but before long I had 3 digit up inside while grabbing my own ass from keister and humping towards the shower threshold. I saw my son come, well I did n't see him. I saw one resplendent longsighted spurt of sperm arc towards the counter in the bathroom. His first nip of sperm almost hit the counter top ! It landed on the cabinet door with a single trail of sperm running down the door and on the flooring ! Oh my god, he had shot it three fundament or more ! He had obviously been masturbating while watching me and was pointed right at the door. It shot right into the bathroom, this put me over the bound and I nearly collapsed with the throbbing orgasm that I had.

Now what to do ? The disgrace and pain that I suddenly felt whelm me. This was certainly going too far. I was partly to blame here, ok mostly to blame. I had to sham to not see it. My poor son had to be mortified that he had just unloaded such a glorious blast of sperm into his mothers private moment. I finished up in the shower, just in case he was still watching I made an drive at wrapping my head up in a towel making it appear that I had no whimsy of this long drawing string of sperm clinging to the side of the locker or running across the floor. I wrapped a towel around me and carefully marked my step as I walked out making certain not to step in it on my way out.

Once safely in my bedroom I was able to hear Book of Daniel spook from his room, then the audio of the roll of toilet newspaper spinning as he frantically cleaned up. My creative thinker began spinning with all the several unlike scenarios of how that could feature turned out. Me slipping and falling on his sperm with him finding me with my legs spread. Or better yet, suppose I had found the sperm and confronted him screaming in furore, my towel slipping unfold giving him a trade good end up of mommies treat. God no, was n't cook for that.

What if, what if I had just scooped a little finger's breadth full, off the floor. Right where it had ended. He would n't have noticed that would he ? He would have been to preoccupied with cleanup it up. Oh my god, could have actually tasted my Logos sperm, no I do n't really like it in my mouth. I could have got rubbed it on my nipple, or in my slit. I could feature pushed my sperm cell coated fingertip up my anus.

Where did that sentiment come from ? I have never let a man do anything with my behind. How could I have just imagined that ? That totally detestable thought took hold of my mind. What if I had scooped some spermatozoan onto my finger and worked it up inside my ass ? This was the most obscene thought I could let possibly imagined, and I could have totally done it. I could hear my son finishing up, how could I have missed such a chance ? He has now cleaned up all of his sperm, none left for me. God if I had just thought of that when I had the chance then I could have got brought this obscene game to an end.

Obviously now, since I 've already gone this far, I was going to have got to get him to spray for me again. Just once, then this all comes to an end. This was insane but I felt driven. I was going to own to masturbate for my son some more until I could call for just a dribble of his sperm.

The succeeding three dark ended in frustration. I was masturbating for my son, I knew that he was watching, hell the live two nights I closed the bathroom door without locking it. I was hoping that he would have one hired hand on the doorway and the other on his cock so that it would go off inside the bathroom again. No such fortune, he was obviously taking precautions. My desire for his sperm up my ass was driving me insane, I began fingering my anus while masturbating in the shower bath. I thought I heard him make a sound that first time when I spread my legs and hunched down so I could diddle both muddle at the Saami time but I never got a drop cloth inside my bathroom. I had to come up with a plan.

I realized that the only way that I could get my sons sperm up my ass was for him to put it there for me. But how to do that without his knowing ? I hit on an idea. My sons `` phone Quaker '' had a moral dilemma. She had been `` snooping '' she found out that her mom had a friend. Might be a married supporter, who wanted to cheat on her husband. But did n't know how, so on some Saturday 's she would lease a elbow room at the topical anesthetic Super 8. She would denudate naked, or wear something flimsy, and a masquerade party. She just sat in the room waiting for someone to rap on the door. She never set anything up, and no one ever knocked. If I could somehow find out what elbow room number she had, would you, Daniel go over there and do it to her. Or with her, whatever you want ? You could probably even put it up her ass and she 'd never say a word.

I had my Daniel so hot for an elderly woman that he dropped his earpiece, I know, I was standing on the other position of his chamber doorway when I sent the text.

Daniel was beside himself for the side by side two days. I could tell there was something he wanted to say but was n't. He finally blurted out that he might be going out with some friends on Sat. It was so blatantly obvious that he was concealing something that I would have confronted him on that. If I was n't the one who was setting it up.

Daniel seemed kind of relieved when I told him that I had some shopping to do on Saturday. To keep it real I even offered to withdraw him to the mall with me, knowing he 'd say no. He said no. I did go to the mall, Victorias enigma is there and I bought a flimsy see through thing to wear. I found a novelty shop and bought a feathering masquerade as well. I had an epiphany at the mall and bought long flimsy mitt, and a dildo. I now had a way to masturbate for my son ! He could n't see my script with elbow length gloves !

I texted him telling him saying that I was n't sure if my mamma friend was going or not but it was hard to get access to my mom computer. He sent back `` keep back trying ''

I pulled in to Super 8 and backed up against the brick wall in the cover of the lot, got checked in, elbow room 108. Not often of a view but I was keeping the drapery closed no matter what. I texted my son the elbow room number then stripped naked and put on my things, then hid all my clothing in the bloomers. The wait was excruciation and ecstasy all rolled into one tummy turning knot. The turmoil destroyed my intestines and my tum rolled, I ran to the toilet and emptied myself into the toilet. All the in force for what I had hopes for, I was cleaned out now and could let my son rut himself off in my anus all afternoon without mishap.

Bathroom threshold was shut, fan is on, I heard a front door jingle a chime letting some one in. My tummy flipped, I could palpate it, I knew it was him. I adjusted my mask for the umpteenth time and was almost able to count his soft steps in the residence hall. There was a diffuse doubtful knock at the door, the handle was already in my hand. The room access seemed to just spread out in front of me. I really do n't remember doing any of that region myself. I do remember smiling, even though he could n't see my look. I stepped aside, he froze there. It dawned on me I had n't told him that his moms Friend was not going to talk. I motioned for him to come up in, thank god he did. I would have died if he left !

He followed me in, I boldly slid my mitt between his legs, he was soft. Oh my, he must really be nervous. I thought about sucking his tool but was mistrustful of letting him look at the top of my head, what if the masquerade party tilted while I tried to get his cock in my pharynx. I could n't let him see his mothers face on his cock. Even if that was what he was thinking ! I brought one of his hands up to my left breast. I began palming my right white meat, he began to mimic my movement. Now I moved my deal between his legs and felt his growing member. Of his own pact my son put his hand between my legs and softly said `` your hairsbreadth is like my moms '' I nodded my head while feeling his tool grow gruelling and strong.

Book of Daniel asked me `` are you going to talk '' I shook my drumhead no. He took my gown and pulled at it, I knelt before him and showed him the tie-in, he began un tying me while I worked on his belt. He had me untied before I got his belt receptive. I shrugged my shoulders forward and the gown fell. I was now naked in social movement of my son, nothing but my masquerade party protecting my identity. He paused long enough for me to get his belt unfastened. I stood naked in my aureole in front man of my son, then went to pulling his pants down. He helped and soon he was as nude as I, I walked to the bed. Instead of climbing in I bent forward giving him access to my buns. He took no annotation of the KY jelly on the night sales booth, he did take cargo area of my naked coxa. Then he let go with one hand to take his prick to me. This was it ! I felt his dick nudging around my pussy opening. I really wanted him to be my first of all, up my ass but I could n't evidence him what I wanted. I spread my legs more and began to reach down to pass him up gamy but he found what he wanted first. He wanted his mothers slit, he began thrusting forward, tentatively at first. I was wet enough that he found his entree easily enough. Soon after my son was rutting himself off in my slit while my breasts swung and slapped back and Forth River in an obscene presentation of sex and lust.

All too soon I felt my son thrusting forward without pulling back, I could feel his turncock grow even more stiff, as if that had seemed possible. The heading seemed to tumefy a lilliputian at heart me as he began to grunt. Then I felt it, I felt my son get-go spurting off inside me, jet of spermatozoan that could fly unseen from the bathroom door to the counter top were now going off inside of me. Oh yes I felt it.

My knees trembled and I 'm afraid I gurgled or made some sort of un womanly sort of sound. No matter, he never called me mom. Once he was done he never went fully limp. I reached between my boys wooden leg and from the safety of my feather mask began gently massaging his ball sack. I turned and guided my sons hands to my naked breasts then took his wet cock into one hand while gently manipulating his ball sack. In no fourth dimension I had him ready for round two. I did n't want him looking at me from the front for concern he might acknowledge me from all the prison term I had masturbated for him in the shower.

I bent back over and started to steer his cock, no my cock, towards my chthonic hole to no avail. My son grabbed my award from me and immediately found my sloughy wet cakehole that was still drooling with our combined wetness, most had to be his with the unconvincing load he had just pumped off in me.

There was nothing I could say, no `` honey, ma wants it up her ass '' nope, that was not coming out of my mouth. My boy wanted a pussy to hump and I was bent-grass over a bed in a Super 8 about five blocks from home with no hope of making my fantasy come true. Book of the Prophet Daniel did last longer in round two, I was able to seem down at least and see my sons ball sack slapping forward as he thrust home into the spermatozoan soaked slit that gave birth to him. Soaked with his sperm, his ball sack looking to empty itself, again, into the womb that bore him to this ...

Unnggg, I collapsed forward onto the bed with a toe curling orgasm, Daniel never let up. He continued thrusting into his mother unprotected slit until unloading a second flood of his youthful punk inside of me. I stayed in my prone locating while he dressed. He thanked me and I wiggled my naked ass to him while his sperm cell slid down my legs. My son left the elbow room, I cupped my hand to my gaping puss to harbour his freight in as best I could while I ran to flip the door lock at the room access. Then I was back on the bed, on my back holding my ass up. Then I grabbed all the pillows on the bed and piled them up. Then laid on them keeping my ass in the air to restrain my son spunk in me. I started scooping his sperm out on two finger at get-go and began working it into my ass. Then I scooped with three fingers and forced them into my rectum. I got to where I was scooping and dribbling with my right hand while trying to drive a quarter finger from my left helping hand into my anus. It hurt too lots so I just pushed what I could tolerate into my bemire trivial muddle. I felt my climax coming, then I woke up on the bed laying side by side to the pillows. I could still feel some after affects of coming so I doubt I was out long. I took a reprobate satisfaction in wiping my spermatozoon and pussy coated hand off on the weather sheet, showered, cleaned up and I was done.

This was it, I was finished. My game was done, everything had gotten out of script. My wild side was fulfilled and I was never sending or receiving another text edition with my son again.

I drove home thankful at to the lowest degree that this was all over with. I met Daniel in the driveway still on his motorcycle. He should receive been home long ago. He had an odd look on his case and said `` hi mom '' but the way he said that seemed like it meant something else. I said `` hi, what 's that supposed to mean ''. `` thats what I wrote on the back of your car in the dirt '' I walked around to the rear of my car and sure enough, written in the dirt was `` hi mom '' instead of `` wash me '' I laughed, that was precious. I asked him when he wrote that.

'' when your car was parked up against the brick wall at the Super 8 ''