I sat quietly and had breakfast with my family. Everyone had different thoughts. My husband left for Boston this morning for a week. My son and daughter must be thinking about going back to school. My mind took me back to last night when my son asked me if I could pose for him so he could take some pictures of his bike. What did he say? He needed a babe to be in the picture with his bike. He was a teenager who had just turned 18 and his hobby was riding dirt bikes. Last year my husband and I bought him a Honda bike. Since then he has devoted all his free time to it.
I agreed to pose for him last night. I think it’s important to him and it seems harmless. Before he told me he wanted me to pose in a string bikini. I was stunned, didn’t know how to react and I didn’t say anything when he left.
I didn’t want to do it, it didn’t feel right, but I decided to go ahead because a part of me was saying go ahead. Whenever I think about posing in a bikini, a slight shiver runs through my body, a thrill I haven’t felt in a long time.
My husband and I don’t have sex. We have sex about once a month, but it’s usually too fast and I can’t climax. I masturbate when no one is around, but it’s not the same as doing the real thing, like having a real cock go in and out of me.
I had finished all the work that day and was just lounging around the house waiting for tonight. I realized that maybe I should shave it off, in case my son wanted to take a close-up shot of me and the bike and it would be embarrassing if some of my pubic hair was exposed.
I somehow took out the razor in excitement because within no time all my pubic hair was gone. My pussy was completely bald and felt smooth and I really enjoyed the feeling of rubbing it with my hands. I ran my fingers over my pussy and spread my legs.
I feel my little ass and the area around it; it always feels good to rub that dirty little spot. Realizing there was some hair there, I decided to shave it too. I picked up the mirror, bent over and looked back.
My heart stopped and my pussy quivered. I looked at myself from behind. My legs were spread, my pussy was open and wet, and my asshole was trapped between my two round ass cheeks.
I had never seen myself like this before, but now I couldn’t take my eyes off it. The combination of my dark, wet pussy lips and the puckered hole above them was mesmerizing. I slowly picked up the razor and shaved off every hair there, looking at my ass carefully.
Running the razor between my butt cheeks and down my slit felt so naughty. I was breathing heavily and I noticed my pussy juices were dripping and running down my thighs. Oh my god, I discovered a whole new side of myself.
When I didn’t change position, I ran my fingers over my ass crack, feeling the lubrication. I squeezed my nipples and my asshole. I was surprised that this sensation was even more intense than rubbing my pussy. It was as if my legs were automatically widening, I was so open that my fingers were rubbing my anus, giving me an intense orgasm.
I was so lost in the moment, in this sex act, that I felt my ass opening up and with a jolt realized that my middle finger was deep in my asshole and I was finger fucking myself. My body shook as an intense orgasm came over me. I collapsed on the bed and a feeling of amazing radiance overtook my body.
I took a little break and thought about how good it felt since it was the first time I had something in my ass. I felt a little embarrassed because of my upbringing and religion, but I couldn’t deny how it made me feel. It didn’t hurt, it just felt good and it gave me the best orgasm I’ve ever had.
Over dinner, my daughter told me she would be spending the night with her girlfriend and that she would be home from school tomorrow morning. I was feeling a little nervous, so I had a few glasses of wine with dinner to relax. Before I knew it, I had finished the whole bottle of wine.
As my daughter was leaving, my son asked me if I was ready to pose. I had a lot of drinks and felt relaxed and told him I will change clothes and be right back. He said we will shoot in the garage.
After wearing the bikini I looked at myself in the mirror. My heart stopped when I saw my body exposed. I gathered courage and went downstairs in my bathrobe. Tommy was already waiting near his bike, he had put some lights around it. At the center of it all is his bike. “Hey mom, I am ready, stand in front of the bike,” he said to me. With my heart racing I walked towards my cycle. I stood there looking at him, still deciding if I should do this. “Okay, mom…you go, you have to take that robe off” he said looking at me innocently. I took a deep breath, took it off and threw it aside. I saw him holding his breath and widening his eyes.
My breasts are great now, about 36DD, which is why I get a lot of attention from men when I go out. They are natural and do not sag. My son kept staring at them like snow, covered only by two thin sheets of material. The material was not big enough and all the edges rolled up and exposed him.
My bikini bottom was not in much better condition. It was a triangle that covered my pussy and a small portion above it, but nothing more. It was tied together by ropes that ended well above my hips. The material held my pussy so tightly that my son could see the outline of my mount with a cut in the middle.
Since I was drinking at the time, I didn’t think about it. I’m glad he took my picture. I’m ready for that.
“So where do you want me to stand, sweetheart?” I asked.
“That’s it…open your arms…yes”
While I remained calm, he kept taking pictures. He came even closer to me and soon I felt like I was the center of his photo, not his bike.
“Mom, can you put your feet on the pegs and lean back in the chair?”
I did as he said, which of course spread my legs and gave my son a view of my crotch. As I leaned back, my top lifted up and I could tell my aura was manifesting. I saw his eyes get big and the camera focus on my breasts. I was so drunk that I was dizzy and I couldn’t even think clearly about how to stop it.
“Mom, this is perfect… open your arms… yes… I have an idea” he said suddenly.
I looked at him, already excited, but trying not to show it.
“This bike is really stable, can you get on it facing backwards and lean on the tank and handlebars? I want you to lie on the bike facing backwards”
I thought about it for a while. Oh my god, this is so naughty, I’ll lie down with my legs spread a little. Just thinking about it makes my pussy wet.
“Ok honey, but you have to help me get up there” I said looking at the bike and the best way to get up.
My son immediately came and held my arm. I used my other hand to support myself and put my legs on the bike seat. Tommy’s eyes were on my thighs and I could understand that he was looking for my pussy. Suddenly I saw his eyes get big and I felt his breathing stop.
I looked at my thighs in panic and found that my ass had shifted a little to the side and now my labia were exposing. Oh God, oh no, my son can see my pussy. I knew I had to cover myself quickly, but I couldn’t keep my hands off the bike and Tommy for fear of losing my balance.
“Tommy, I’m feeling a little queasy, maybe I should get down,” I said nervously.
“Mom, you can hold the sides of the engine to keep it steady,” she said, placing my hands on the engine.
I grabbed it with both hands and felt my body slide onto my side. Unable to cover my pussy, I squeezed my legs together. I lost my balance doing this so I had to open them. I quickly discovered that the further apart I spread my legs, the easier it would be to stand on my son’s bike without falling over.
Soon my legs were spread wide like I was posing for a dirty magazine, but it was just to keep me from falling. God, I’d be more coherent if I didn’t drink so much.
Click, click, click. I heard the camera taking pictures and saw my son zooming in on my crotch in front of me. No, my heart was screaming. I tried to close my legs again, but to no avail. My body slid off the bike. I quickly spread my legs even wider this time to keep my balance.
“Tommy, I really have to come down,” I said, nervous, but not convinced.
The truth is that I feel very sexually aroused. Showing my body in front of the camera is very exciting for me. It makes me feel naughty, dirty and somewhat like a slut. My pussy gets wet when I think about how much of a slut I am. My secret fantasies of always masturbating have entered my mind.
I looked at my thighs again and found that my ass had moved completely to the side, leaving my pussy completely exposed. Exposing my wet, bold pussy in front of my son. Oh no… I looked at him and saw that he was simply slapping my pussy.
“Tommy…no…stop taking pictures” There’s no use pretending he can’t see my pussy.
“Mom, it’s okay, you look beautiful… and it’s digital… we can delete these photos anytime” Snap, snap, snap.
He did not stop.
“Tommy, this is wrong… you can’t do this, I can’t do this… help me” I looked at him and spread my legs.
His soft black eyes moved from my open wet pussy to my face. For the first time, he looked at me, away from my crotch area.
“Mom, some more pictures… you look great… I promise I’ll delete these once I’m done”
Oh my god. I closed my eyes and tried to think of a way to stop this and let him help me. Do I really want this to stop? Slut…I’m becoming a slut for him…my son’s slut.
A low moan escaped my lips and my pussy started quivering at the thought. I opened my eyes and was surprised to see that he heard my moans but all my son did was start taking pictures of my pussy.
He came closer, reached out and pulled at the rope tied around my hips. What? He wants to take off my bikini bottom? No, I can’t let him do that, he’s my son and it’s wrong!
“Tommy…no…”
I could barely hear my own whispers. Why don’t I scream louder? Why don’t I jump off this damn bike? The alcohol I had drunk had made my mind jumbled and confused. My body, on the other hand, needed more attention.
I looked into his eyes and he looked into mine and his hands unzipped my bikini bottoms. Why didn’t I stop him? Keeping my feet on the bicycle pedals and spreading my legs wide, he moved forward and trailed his fingers down my vaginal material.
I shivered with excitement when I felt his fingers touch my labia. The touch was brief as he pulled the items off me. I unconsciously lifted my butt slightly off the seat so he could pull them out from underneath me.
He pulled back and looked at me. His eyes were on my crotch. I could barely breathe, my legs were shaking and I could feel my pussy juices flowing down my pussy onto the bike seat.
“Mom… you’re so wet down there,” he said, as if he was seeing something for the first time in his life.
“Tommy…I need to get out of the car.”
Snap, snap, snap. He just took pictures of me as if he hadn’t heard me.
“Mom, lift your legs for me.” She looked at me pleadingly.
“No Tommy…I can’t…please…help me.”
“Please Mom”
My mind was in turmoil. I let my son see my pussy, my wet pussy. I asked him to take pictures of me that could be printed in X-rated magazines. Pornographic pictures of his mother. God, why does this word “slut” turn me on so much?
“Promise me you’ll delete these photos immediately.” I gasped, looking at him without changing my posture.
“I promise”
He stood there looking like a little boy ready to be feasted upon. I felt my body building towards an intense orgasm that I couldn’t hold back, and I was about to cum in front of my son. I lifted my legs and bent them at the knees. I spread my knees and brought them up to my chest.
“Oh my god…” Snap, snap, snap.
I can only assume that my son is looking at my ass at this moment. Oh my god…my ass. I closed my eyes and felt my body shake. The intense sensation overwhelmed all my senses and made me scream. I actually heard someone moan and I realized it was me.
I spread my legs and held them as the greatest orgasm I had ever experienced came over me. It was longer than usual and took several minutes from my peak to the moment I could actually open my eyes and breathe.
I saw Tommy looking at me with a camera in his hand. As soon as he saw my eyes open, like I was awake, he started taking more pictures.
My legs were shaking and I felt cum leaking out of my pussy and dripping down my asshole onto the seat below. I was a mess. I held the bike with one hand, reached down and felt my clit and labia with my fingers.
I felt like my clitoris was getting bigger and my lips were swollen. Snap, snap, snap. My son would not give up. I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Tommy, help me…” I said.
He knew I was serious. He quietly put down the camera and took my hand. I grabbed it, swung my legs around and slid off the bike. Weak with orgasm, I fell straight into his arms. When he picked me up I felt his hands on my butt.
“Tommy… let me go,” I said weakly.
His other hand slid down and grabbed my hips. I felt his fingers digging deep into my asshole.
“Tommy, that’s enough…please” I pushed him away.
“Then delete those photos…now”
I saw him flipping the camera settings.
“Okay, that’s done,” he said after a moment.
“Tommy, I’m going to go to sleep…like we said…without saying a word to anyone.”
I left the garage and went into the bedroom. My mind was racing with thoughts of what I had done and how different my relationship with my son was now. My brain was clouded, but the memory of the most heady orgasm was so strong. I curled up into a ball and fell asleep on the bed.
Over the next few days I felt extremely guilty for allowing this to happen. How could I do this? I keep asking myself. After all, I am a parent and I am an adult. I have broken the trust between us.
Finally I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I took advantage of the opportunity when there was no one at home except me and Tommy.
“Tommy, we need to talk.”
“Yes, mom, what’s wrong?” he said looking at me, his eyes starting from my body and slowly going down to my breasts.
“Tommy, what I did was wrong, I shouldn’t have let you take those pictures of me.” I was surprised at how boldly he looked at my breasts.
I wore a plain shirt with buttons in the front. The top two buttons were open, revealing some cleavage. My husband didn’t even notice this this morning.
“Why mom, you look beautiful, no other woman can compare to you.” Her voice was full of confidence and I knew she meant it.
“Thanks son, you are a great photographer but I am your mother and a mother should not show herself to her son the way I have shown you.”
We sat at the kitchen table. His eyes were constantly curious about my cleavage and breasts, which distracted me from them. Just someone looking at me like that turns me on.
“Well you haven’t shown me everything…I haven’t seen your boobs yet.”
“Tommy…” I gasped, my face turning red.
“Oh I’m sorry mom…but I understand…I mean imagine they’re great…but I really want to take a picture of them, mom…please”
I was surprised by his frankness. I didn’t know what to say, but I knew I had to divert his attention from my body. On the other hand, as soon as he said boobs and pictures, my body reacted. My pussy was quivering and started getting very wet.
“Tommy, I don’t think that’s fair…” I began.
Suitable? Why didn’t I tell him! He was still looking at my breasts and I saw him sticking his tongue out and licking his lips.
“Mom, I’ll be right back. I’m going to get my camera.” He ran up the stairs.
“Tommy, no I won’t!” I yelled after him.
I felt sweat on my neck and forehead. This didn’t go as I had planned. I wanted to break this crazy obsession, so I was going to let him take more pictures of me.
He quickly came down, took his camera and knelt down in front of me, ready to take pictures.
“Tommy, please take this off,” I said in a weak voice.
Snap, snap, snap. I sat in the chair and watched him take pictures.
“Mom, can you unbutton one more button on your shirt?”
“No, I told you to put it away,” I said, smiling.
“Come on, Mom, I’m not stopping until you do this. Snap, snap, snap.
“Fine, but we’re done.”
What harm could it do, I thought. I undid the second button, cursing my cleavage. Looking down, I saw that my nipples were exposed. My son now lay on the floor, almost lying down. From this angle, he could probably see up my skirt. I, perhaps, squeezed my knees together and looked down at him.
“Tommy, my son shouldn’t take pictures of his mother in this condition.”
“Yes, but not everyone has a mother as beautiful as you.” he said and took some more pictures.
I loved the reaction and I loved that he enjoyed filming me. I leaned back, enjoying the attention. I could feel my body getting hot and my pussy getting wet.
“Mom, can you unbutton all the buttons on your shirt? That would be a really nice picture.”
“No, Tommy, I don’t… remember, I’m your mom and… I’m not wearing a bra.”
I could tell these words sparked excitement in my son. Snap, snap, snap. I looked down at the noticeable bulge in his pants, surprised at the size. God, he must be huge, I thought, licking my lips.
“Just unbutton it and you can cover your nipples. Come on, Mom…I want these pictures,” she begged.
“Okay, but that’s it” Oh my god, what have I gotten myself into here, I thought as I unbuttoned the last button.
I pulled the top apart until the edge of the material was held against my breasts only by my very erect nipples, allowing my son to see between my breasts and my full balls. I looked back at him, my lips dry and my heart pounding in my chest.
“Oh mom, this is so good, I like it… now put your hands on the table and open them.”
I leaned back and spread my hands on the table. As I did so, I felt my shirt start sliding down. Was this his intention from the beginning? Why not, why shouldn’t I show him my boobs? He had seen my pussy, my cunt and my asshole.
“Ok Tommy…but please…please delete these pictures too” I couldn’t believe how excited I was.
I decided to accept it, but keep it under control. I don’t go overboard like I did that day and if things get out of hand, I just get up and leave. I arch my back and puff out my chest.
Snap, snap, snap. My son was now taking pictures of my bare breasts; my shirt had slid down completely. God, the thought of exposing myself in front of my son turned me on.
“Mom, oh my god, your boobs are so beautiful… can I… can I touch them?” He looked at me uncertainly.
“No, Tommy…I shouldn’t even let you take these pictures,” I replied unconvincingly.
In fact, I really want him to touch them. Snap, snap, snap. He gets closer and closer with the camera. He comes up to my knees and puts his hands on them and starts taking pictures of my breasts.
