Sexting Mommy - A Family Secrets Taboo Story (2 page)

I want it John. I really do. I've wanted it
for quite some time now but have only denied it.

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ BZZZZZZZZZZZ

Ah shit. My cell vibrated. What a mood
breaker. I looked at the screen. A text from John. I smiled. For
real? That little shit was serious. I pressed the icon to read
it.

"Hope I didn't wake you. I just wanted to say
thanks again."

Awww. How sweet. He always seemed to say the
right thing.

BZZZZZZZZZ BZZZZZZZZZZZ

Another text.

"What are you doing?"

"Just laying in bed. Why?" I text him
back.

"Just wondering," he text again.

I thought for a moment.

"Why are you not sleeping?"

I couldn't believe I was in the same house
with my son and texting a conversation with him. How unsocial have
we become, I thought and let out a light laugh.

"I'm having a hard time falling asleep," he
replied back.

"Do you need me to bring you anything?"

"Maybe later you could give me one of those
alcohol rubs you use to."

I had totally forgotten those few days when
John was much younger. He would get the nastiest twenty-four hour
colds and usually all it took was a good rub down with alcohol and
some rest and he would be good a gold the next day. Of course, back
in those days he was just a scrawny little kid. He was definitely a
late bloomer and had nothing of the body he has today. Whenever he
would ride his bike, it looked like the frame was thicker than his
skinny little arms and legs. He had those gorgeous eyes of his and
I always knew that he would turn out to be a great looking kid.
Knowing what I know now, I was feeling a bit uneasy about rubbing
his shoulders and chest again. In all actuality, I didn't think
that I would be able to control myself.

"Sure, but you better get some rest or I'll
come in there and beat your butt."

I'm not sure why I even wrote that. It had no
basis in the conversation. How stupid. If I had a recall button, I
would have pressed it.

A good moment passed. Shit. I was just
getting ready to send him another text to say I was just
kidding.

"Oh yeah? You wish. Spank me, momma.
Lol."

Chapter 3

I stared at my cell in wonder not knowing
quite how to reply — or if I should reply at all. Did he just flirt
with me? Does he know I saw the picture? Am I just reading too much
into it? My hands started shaking. Shit, Donna.

It felt like only a minute, but I'm assuming
I lay there for several minutes since the next text message I
received said, "Sorry bout that. My bad."

Guilt. Why am I feeling guilty now? I think I
hurt his feelings, that's why. Or, maybe he was seeing how I reply.
How do I reply? Shit shit shitty shit shit. I sat up in my bed and
put my feet on the floor. Okay. Take a deep breath. He's an adult
and not your biological son, so there's no real taboo stuff goin'
on there. Let's just see what happens.

"Why are you sorry?" I hit the send
button.

"I didn't mean to sound so...u know."

I did hurt his feelings. Now I feel like
crap.

"Didn't mean to sound so what?" I replied
back.

"The thing about spank me. It was uncalled
for. I'm sorry."

For whatever reason, my face cut a grin and
it wasn't an angelic type.

"It was cute. No need to be sorry." Message
sent.

"You think it was cute, huh? You weren't
offended?"

What the fuck was I doing? I felt like a teen
aged girl flirting with some cute guy she just met. It felt so good
though. It felt fun. It felt sneaky. It felt devilish. It was
making me horny again.

"Of course not. Are you kidding me?"

"Not at all. Have you ever done that?"

Okay. I think I better get clarification on
this one.

"Done what?" I asked.

"Done the spanking thing?"

Oh shit. Turning point. Game changer.
Possible life changing situation here. Think fast. Think faster. Be
witty. Be kind. Be gentle. Be honest. Don't hurt him. Don't make
him mad. Don't...fucking, don't something. Be careful what you say,
Donna. This is it. Okay...I'll answer with a question.

"Why do you ask?"

Now my heart was racing. I waited for his
reply in angst, but I was afraid at the same time. WTF, Donna. WTF.
I felt like smacking myself in the head with my cell phone.

"I've always thought you were
attractive."

OMG. He went there. There? Where is there?
You led this guy on, Donna. No. No, I didn't. Okay, maybe a little.
But dammit. Jesus fucking christ on a stick. Ask him, Donna. Ask
him a question. It's the easy way out.

"Are you flirting with me? LOL." I hit send
but it took me two tries because my finger wouldn't stop shaking
and it missed the button the first time. I put LOL like I was
laughing out loud, but really I was nervous as hell.

"Is that a bad thing?"

He is. What is this guy doing to me? What am
I doing to him? Did he plan this out? Is he really sick? Is he in
bed naked with his cock in his hand texting his step mom in hopes
that something happens? Do I need to stop this? Do I want to stop
this?

I thought about it for a second. I should be
cautious now and maybe a little playful just in case.

"No, silly."

"No, as in you've never done the spanking
thing or that it's a bad thing?"

Wait. Now I'm confused. What question was I
answering? I know I'm about to open up Pandora's Box.

"No to both." Good answer. Send.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I shouldn't be doing this.
I'll go to sleep now."

Are you serious? Just like that? He's fucking
with me. I know he is. I waited. I waited for a minute, then five.
Nothing. Dammit. He got me nervous and excited and then just drops
it. He was getting me worked up as I'll get out. He can't do this.
It's against the rules. In my head I was summoning him to message
me. Send me a god damn text you little shit. All I could do was
take a deep breath and sigh. Why am I acting like this? He's in the
same house for shit's sake. Grrrr. I clenched my jaw wondering what
the hell.

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Finally. No text. An attachment. No fucking
way. I sat there looking at the paperclip icon. What is he sending
me? There's no way that he would... No...way. I clicked on the
message to open the attachment. Shit.

There it is. He did it. He sent me the
picture of his amazing cock. My heart was beating furiously and my
hands shook so bad that I nearly dropped my cell. How do I respond
to this? Five years ago I would have never even dreamt that
something like this would ever happen, especially with John. He's
gorgeous and any woman in her right mind would die to have him in
bed. But, I'm his step mom for god's sake. What the fuck am I
doing? I closed my eyes for a moment thinking it may be a dream. No
surprise when I opened them. My son's cock still displayed on my
phone. I stared at it. I couldn't help it. The long thick shaft
held firmly by his strong looking hand. I could see the tip was
glistening. It was obvious he had pre-cum seeping from the tip when
he took the shot. I could feel my pussy starting to throb. I
couldn't help but lay back on my bed and spread my legs again. I
jammed my fingers deep inside of me imagining it was his cock.
Dammit John. What are you doing to me? What are you wanting from
me?

Another text from him.

"I couldn't help it," he said.

Donna, you have got to say something to him.
He's probably feeling a lot of emotions right now. Do something.
Take your fingers out of your vagina and text him
something...anything.

"Is that really you?" I asked. Maybe it was
really someone else and he just wanted to see how I replied.

"Yes. Is it okay?"

"I'm not sure, John. What are you trying to
say?" I felt like I should at least see what is going on his
head.

"It's something I've thought about for a long
time."

"Thought about what, John?"

"You."

"You've thought about ME for a long
time?"

"Yes. For the longest time."

"I'm flattered. But I don't know what to
say."

"Did you like what I sent you?"

My pussy was screaming YES. I could only
imagine how good it would feel to have that gorgeous young man
putting that cock deep inside me. His dad's cock was no comparison.
I wanted to feel it and taste it. I wanted his chest rubbing
against mine. I wanted to feel his hips bucking against my ass. I
wanted to feel his hand grasping at my hair and pulling my head
back with every thrust.

"Yes."

There. I told him. I told him yes. In one
word, I told him I liked his cock. Why me? Where are we going with
this?

Chapter 4

"Mom. Will you send me one?"

Okay now. Game changer. This was not
expected. Call it denial, and even though I knew what he was
asking, I had to ask.

"?" Just a question mark. Nothing else.
Send.

"A picture of yours."

He's got balls, that's for sure. Big ones to
match his big dick. I had to smile. Now I'm really fucking turned
on. I'm going over the edge. I don't think there is any turning
back now. Is it worth the risk? What will he do with it? If I do,
and I hit the send button, then that is it. It's gone and out of my
control.

"What will you do with it?" I asked.

"I promise. It will only be for my eyes. I
swear."

"You didn't answer the question."

"I will pretend."

"Pretend what?"

"That I'm making love to you."

"Why would you do that?"

"Because you are the hottest woman I
know."

"Awwww. You're too kind."

"It's true."

"You know, that if this gets out..."

"Yes. Don't worry. I promise. Please?"

It was hard to resist his plea. I was horny
and I wanted to see where this would take us. So many feelings
stirring. So many questions racing through my head. What would his
dad do if he found out? How would this affect my relationship with
John afterwards? Would this continue on after today? Is he just
testing me? Is this some sort of game? Would he think I'm a
whore?

Fuck it.

"Okay. Give me a minute."

I moved toward the center of the bed and
pulled off my panties. I clicked the camera icon on my phone, bent
my knees and spread my legs. I could feel my juices flowing from my
pussy down to the crack of my ass. I knew after this that I would
have to throw my bed coverings in the laundry. I pointed the camera
between my legs and pressed the button on the side of the phone.
Click.

I looked at the picture and let out a little
chuckle. I had never seen my vagina from this viewpoint. I made
sure it wasn't as graphic as a Hustler Magazine shot. I didn't want
to scare him with a shot showing my pussy spread wide open. To me,
it looked pretty harmless. I never really got into shaving
everything off and had what my hubby called a landing strip. I
could see sparkles of juice sparkling in what little hair I did
have. My pussy lips were pushed out. I have a nice looking snatch
for a forty-nine year old gal, I thought. Not having any biological
children of my own helped quite a bit, I'm sure. Hubby always said
my pussy was tight as an eighteen year old. Not sure how he would
even know the comparison, but that question is for another time. I
needed to send this to John. I wanted to do it just as bad as he
wanted to receive it.

I clicked the send button and off it went
without even thinking any further about the implications. My hand
went immediately to my wet pussy and started finger my hole once
again. My clit was overly sensitive. Every time I rubbed it,
ripples of pleasure shot through my gut. I wondered what he was
thinking. What was he doing? Was he gagging or was it making him
even more horny? Was he sending it out to all of his friends?

BZZZZZZZZZZZZ.

"Nice." That was it. That was all it said.
Nice is the kind of word you use to describe something that you
could settle with, such as in a nice dinner or a nice pair of
shoes. Nice girls are the ones you don't take to the prom.

BZZZZZZZZ

"You have a gorgeous pussy, Mom. I'm jerking
off. Hope you don't mind."

So, the word nice now means more than what I
thought. Got it. So now, he's in his room, in the same house as I
am, and stroking his cock to a picture of my pussy. I closed my
eyes and rubbed the hell out of my clit trying to picture what he
was doing. Was he doing it fast or slow? Was he making it last or
did he already explode his come every where? Why am I finding this
easy to do with him? Have I lost my fucking mind?

I looked at the screen of my phone and
attempted to text with one hand.

"I don't mind. I'm doing the same thing."
Send.

"I bet you look hot doing that. Can I have
one of your whole body? I've always been curious about how you look
naked."

I stopped playing with myself to give me a
second to think.

"How do I do that?" I asked.

"Stand in front of your mirror and take a
shot."

Shit. Of course. Boy, did I feel like a dumb
ass.

"K," I replied.

I got up and moved into my bathroom and
pulled off the rest of my bed time wear in the process leaving a
trail behind me. The uncertainty had left me and now I was feeling
bold, excited, and young again. I stood in front of the mirror and
looked at myself. Not bad for my age. My boobs were still firm and
managed to keep their 36C shape all these years without sagging. I
never really struggled with my weight as long as I kept up with
exercising at least three days a week, so my mid section would
still look good alongside a twenty or thirty-something chick. I
pushed my hair back over my shoulder to make sure he got the full
shot of skin on my boobs. Click.