Chapter 1 - Tribute
"Honestly Daphna, you won't believe what these kids are into these days".
It was a lazy afternoon at work and Hila was telling me about her ghastly discovery; her son watches porn. She'd always had a penchant for the dramatic, but it was going into overdrive right now. I mean, yeah, people watch porn: it's a healthy habit. If I recall correctly, there were many a nights her bed would be squeaking loudly at 3am when we used to be roommates.
"C'mon, let the boy have his fun, he's not a kid anymore."
"That's not the point! It's the type of stuff he's watching. Brutal, rough stuff Daphna. Honestly it scares me."
She sipped her Lemonade, talking a big gulp.
"Heaven forbid he ever gets a girlfriend. I hope he doesn't think that's what sex is really like!"
"Ron's not seeing anyone? I sometimes worry about Omri too. I mean he's a good kid, but he spends so much time at home and in his room. Things haven't been ideal since his dad died, but it's been years now".
Omri was worlds apart. Straight A student, polite, athletic, caring. Or at least he was. It had been tough losing his father, and he hadn't been his cheerful self for the past 3 years. We would spend hours talking about nothing whatsoever, but now I'd be lucky to get two sentences out of him. He was still my angel, but something switched inside him when his dad had a stroke, and I was having a tough time getting him out of his shell.
I reached home early that day - thank the traffic gods. Usually Omri would be home by the time I get in, but I beat him to it today. He would then make dinner and fix me a plate for when I got home. I really lucked out with this kid, I thought. My mind flashed back to my conversation with Hila, and curiosity got the better of me. Omri insists on cleaning his own room, so I hadn't actually been inside for months. I opened the door slowly. I'm not sure what I was expecting exactly, but the room was honestly tidier than mine.
"What are you thinking Daphna, stop." I muttered to myself.
I am not pulling a Hila. I shut the door and went to the kitchen and started making dinner.
Omri got home a few hours later, and was rather surprised to see me.
"Hey mom"
"Hey honey. I've made your favourite tonight - chicken pie! How about we have dinner together for a change today?" I already knew the answer. Or so I thought.
"Sure mom." And with that, he headed to his room without another word.
I almost started to cry. My baby boy was finally opening up again. Well, not entirely, but this was a huge step! I fixed up two plates, poured myself a glass of wine, and sat in front of the TV, hunting for something interesting to watch.
Omri came in moments later and sat next to me. I couldn't help but smile. It had been far too long.
"Mom you look goofy, stop" he mumbled, rolling his eyes.
"Honey you don't know how happy I am right now, I can't help it" I chuckled, giving him a big hug. He blushed a little. He was still my cute little angel.
We watched a documentary, mostly in silence, but occasionally I'd ask about school, his friends, and any girls he was interested in. He told me the girls in his school were so boring, and he was probably more interested in some of the teachers. I wasn't surprised. Omri always had crushes of teachers, even as early as Nursery. It was adorable how he'd try to get their attention with flowers and poems. At parent teacher meetings, his teachers would always call him the cute little charmer of the class. I was glad that hadn't changed, but somehow I doubted this new Omri was being as assertive and his old stuff. But right now I was just happy to hear him speak.
After finishing dinner, we sat a while longer. All of a sudden my phone buzzed. It was Hila, checking in, asking about Omri. I was eager to share my progress. I turned on the camera in selfie mode.
"Omri say cheese"
He looked at the camera and gave a subtle smile. The subtleness was exaggerated by the huge grin on my face - I was beaming. I sent it to Hila and set my phone down.
"I'll wash up honey. You sit and watch. Oh and I love you!" I gave him a kiss on the forehead and another tight hug before taking the plates to the kitchen.
When I returned an hour later, Omri was nowhere to be seen. It was getting late. I wen to grab my phone, and noticed it was unlocked. Strange, but I was too exhausted to dwell on it. As I headed for my room, I heard some strange sounds coming from Omri's room. Was he grunting? Suddenly I realised what it was, and blushed. For the second time that day, I remembered my conversation with Hila, and considered peeking, just to see what my son was into. But then I remembered I'm not a creep, and went to bed.
The next morning I felt like complete shit. My mind tried to make sense of it, before realising that the wine I had last night was from a bottle I had opened several weeks ago. That explained the funky taste. I quickly called my boss to let him know I wouldn't make it in today and went back to sleep.
I woke up again midday, feeling a little better. I headed to the kitchen to make some breakfast - I was starving. I reheated some leftovers from last night, and sat on the couch. While eating, I suddenly noticed Omri's door was wide open. How odd. I couldn't remember the last time he left his room door open. My angel was getting sloppy, I thought.
I finished the leftovers and headed to his room. Stepping inside, everything was certainly very well organised, and not a speck of dust to be found. My motherly curiosity was getting the better of me. Curse you Hila. I sat on his gaming chair. This chair had set me back a fair penny, but I could see the appeal now; it was THE most comfortable chair I'd ever sat on. I twirled it towards the computer screen, and hit the space bar. I was greeted by a login screen. "Damn!" I thought. So close. I made several attempts to guess it. "Password123". "TheWitcher3". "Rex2002". What could it be. Then I tried Daphna121, and bam, I was in.
"Awww this boy really is the sweetest thing in the world". My birthday was on the 1st of December! I was still reeling at the adorable password when the desktop background came on. It was a family photo of us at the beach, but it looked like his dad had been cropped out. My scowl softened once I realised how difficult it must be to see his father's face still. My attention was then drawn to my own figure - this was probably the best shape I had been in my whole life. After giving birth to Omri naturally, my body had succumbed to the usual pregnancy fat. For several years after, I worked hard to get back in shape, culminating in this beach visit. My gaze now wondered to the mirror in the corner of the room. I stood up and took a look at myself now. I was certainly a little older, and a little chubbier, far from my prime. But it wasn't all bad. The extra weight meant I had gained larger breasts and thighs, and I never had a problem attracting the men.
"Stop getting distracted Daphna!"
I turned back and sat in front of the computer.
"What are you into Omri..".
First I opened up his browser and checked his history. Nothing suspicious, some homework help searches, some game guide searches. Either he doesn't watch porn, or he knows how to cover his tracks. I gave him the benefit of the doubt, and was about to shut down, when I noticed a folder on his desktop titled "M". I double clicked it to find various family photos, mostly of the two of us. How sweet I thought, my little angel still loves his mom. Some of these pictures I hadn't even seen in years, so I decided to email them to myself. When I hit CTRL+A to select all the files, I received a notification that there were hidden files.
"Bingo!" I said aloud. This is probably where he's hiding his stash. I quickly revealed hidden files via settings. There was now a folder titled "tr1b5". Odd name for a porn folder, I thought. I double clicked the folder, and suddenly wished I hadn't.
The screen was now filled with several video preview icons, all of which had two commonalities; a penis and the photo of a face. This did not seem like regular porn. I double clicked one of the icons, and a video began to play. It was a video of a someone stroking their dick in front of a picture of a woman I didn't recognise. She was older, with glasses and blonde hair. Her face was displayed on an iPad I thought I recognised. As I searched my memory, the guy jerking off exploded. I was caught slightly offguard. There were at least 10 spurts by my count and each one landed on her face. By the end, it was almost difficult to see her face behind all the thick jizz. The video ended shortly afterwards.
I was more confused than anything. Who was this guy? Who was the lady in the photo? Why was he filming himself jerking off to her? Why did Omri have this on his computer? I watched another, and then another. The woman was the same, but the photo was different every time.
As I watched a few more, a sudden realisation made me gasp. This was the iPad I had bought Omri last Christmas! I stood up and began searching the room, looking for conclusive evidence that this was the same tablet. I found it. Under his pillow was the same iPad from the videos. Again I was greeted with a password input screen. It was 4 numbers this time, and I unlocked it first try with 1201. I'm good at this hacking stuff I thought.
I clicked on the Photos app without wasting any time. Nothing. Literally 0 photos. Peculiar. I then clicked on Recently Deleted, and jackpot! There they were. Various photos of this older woman. There were several others too, but I didn't recognise any of them. Except one. As I scrolled down, I recognised one of them as Omri's teacher from High School. And suddenly it hit me like a tsunami. That wasn't "some guy" jerking off to these photos. It was my own son.
I felt a little sick. My innocent boy was filming himself jerking off to photos of these women. Some of whom may be his teachers. I thought back to what he said yesterday, and it made me even more nauseous. Had I really raised such a deviant? I'd ways thought the crushes were innocent, but evidently not. I went back to the computer - I wanted to know how long he'd been doing this...this.. disgusting act. And then, as a I scrolled further down, my jaw dropped. His latest video. I double clicked on it because I couldn't believe my eyes. But there it was. My son, stood over a photo of me, his own mother, and was furiously jerking off. This time however, instead of the iPad, my photo was printed out. I recognised it. It was my face from the selfie I had taken last night, with his face cropped out. This was really not helping with my sickness. I couldn't bear to watch it till the end, I was utterly disgusted. His own mother. Why? I hid the folder and left his computer exactly how I'd found it. I headed to my bed and collapsed.
I woke up a few hours later. My nausea had subsided and I decided to get started on dinner. On my way to the kitchen, I noticed I had left Omri's door open, and went to shut it. As I did, I looked at his computer, and thought I'd never get a chance like this again. I took a seat on his gaming chair and turned on his computer. I browsed to the same hidden folder, determined to watch THAT video: it was my motherly duty. I thought, I hoped, maybe he wasn't able to cum, knowing its his mother. I restarted the video, and watched my own son jerking off to a picture of his mother. My heart skipped at that thought. Huh, that was a strange sensation. I ignored it and continued watching. Within moments I saw his dick start to convulse and spurting cum EVERYWHERE. Unlike the other videos, despite his aim, a lot of the shots landed on the towel underneath the photo. This was way more than the ten or so spurts I had counted in the other videos. Did his mother make him extra horny? Once his grunting subsided, he zoomed, showing off my sodden face. Once the video ended, I noticed two photos next to it. One was a photo of the aftermath with the camera's flash turned on, the other without. He had taken photos of his mother's drenched face.
Suddenly a question crossed my mind. This was a print out, meaning there had to be physical evidence. I looked in the small trash bin in his room. Empty. I looked in his computer desk draws. Still nothing. Maybe he burned it, or took it with him to dispose of. Then I opened his bedside drawer. What. The. Fuck. There it was. His print out of my face. I lifted it from the edges. The areas where his semen had landed had made the paper crusty, causing some discolouration on my face. It was revolting. I quickly put it back and left his room.
It was hard to stay focused while making dinner. What was I going to do? How would I confront him about this? Some googling revealed that this was called a cum tribute. It was supposed to show an appreciation for the woman bring tributed. Guys did this all over the Internet. But doing it for your mom? The incestuous brat. I dreamed up all the ways I could bring this up in conversation with him. How I could scold him. Or speak to him in a motherly manner. Or send him away. None of it would end well, I thought.
He walked in at his usual time. He was punctual if nothing else. To my surprise though, instead of going straight to his room, he came to the kitchen.
"Hey mom. What you making?"
I was caught a little offguard. He hadn't done this in years. Before his dad's passing, he'd always run to the kitchen after getting home from school, and sit and talk to me about his day. It was the cutest. But things had changed a lot since then. I starred at him for a few seconds, searching his eyes for that boy jerking off to pictures of his teachers and his mom. I couldn't find him. He was still just my innocent sweet boy.
"Mom, you're being weird again". I snapped back into reality.
"Sorry hun. Making salmon and rice. Almost done."
"Sweet. Hey, you wanna have dinner together again?"
The nerve, I thought. Jerking off to his own mother's selfie from last night, and now he wants to have dinner with me. Then again, I didn't want to discourage him now that he was coming out of his shell a little bit.
"Sure sweetie. Go freshen up".
As he left, I realised I still didn't have a plan of action. What was I going to do with this boy?
Dinner went by without incident. We made brief chit-chat about my state in the morning, and how I was likely to be taking another day off tomorrow. Of course I didn't mention it was his antics that made things worse.
"You have to take better care of yourself mom. Should I stay home tomorrow and make you some chicken soup?".
I thought I was the mother. How cute.
"I'll be fine. I just need some shut-eye." And with that, I passed out on the couch.
I was woken up hours later by the sound of a phone camera click.
"Shit" Omri whispered to himself.
I could still hear the TV was on and the light softly struck my eyelids. I kept my eyes shut, unsure what was happening. Was he taking photos of me sleeping?? After a few minutes, the TV was turned off, and I heard Omri walking to his room, and shut his door. I got up instantly and slowly creeped towards his door, putting my ear on it. Nothing. Then just as I was about to leave, I heard him moan my name.
The next morning I was up early. All of this stuff with Omri was really not helping with my beauty sleep. Again, I called my boss and he was super understanding as always. As I stepped out into the hallway, Omri stepped out of the bathroom. He looked exhausted, with dark circles visible from afar as he lurched towards his room to get dressed.
"Omri, honey, is everything OK?" I called out. He lit up when he saw me.
"Good morning ma. Yeah, just a bit tired. Late night study session".
Somehow I doubted him. I fixed him some scrambled eggs and toast and we ate breakfast mostly in silence. As he was getting ready to leave, he suddenly got up, and gave a peck on the cheek, which caught me a little offguard. I gave him a slightly confused smile.
"Love you ma".
"Love you too hun, have a good day". I turned back to my breakfast.
He must have been out the door for two minutes before I practically charged into his room and onto his computer. Despite all signs pointing to it, I refused to believe he was jerking off to me again last night. I found the hidden folder, but noticed there were fewer files this time. I double clicked the folder, and was surprised to see all of his old "tributes" to his teachers were missing. It looked like the folder was now completely dedicated to me. My heart jumped when I noticed there were several new videos, all from last night. I hesitated before gathering the courage to play the first file. And there it was. I don't know what I was expecting. Once again, my own son was jacking off to a picture of me. Only this time, it was one he'd taken last night while I slept. He had zoomed right into my face while doing it. He came in seconds, cum splattering everywhere on his iPad screen. As expected, there were again two photos of the aftermath. But that wasn't all. There were three other videos. Oh God. I played the next video. I recognised the photo immediately; it was the same one set as his desktop background, but he had zoomed into me again. I watched him cum on my bikini-clad picture, covering me from head to toe.
By the third video I knew what to expect. It was another family photo, this time from a Disneyland visit. It was a photo of me wearing a headband with Minnie Mouse ears. He jerked fast and hard. When he came again, I was almost impressed by how much semen he managed to shoot out. This was the third of the night, but the amount he was shooting showed no signs of diminishing. Thus time, after his climax, he hoovered over the photo for a while. He was still hard. Suddenly he grabbed the base of his cock and smacked it on the picture of my face. The slap caused a loud splash, with the semen going everywhere. I felt degraded, violated. Was he imagining doing that to my actual face? To his mother's face?
The last video was the most surprising. It was a younger photo of me, days after I had given birth to Omri. Needless to say, he was going at it again and came momentarily. This was his fourth climax of the night, but you wouldn't be able to tell from the amount of semen he still managed to produce. If the circumstances were different, I would almost be impressed. Once he was satisfied, he zoomed in on my face. No cock slap this time. Instead he spat on my face hard. I was in disbelief, shocked at what he had just done. I quickly closed the video, hid the folder again, and left the room. I went straight to the bathroom; I just needed a hot shower to relax and compose myself after everything I had just seen; my own son ejaculating on my photos no less than 4 times in a single night. As I took off my panties, I noticed something: there was a large wet patch in the crotch area. HuhThe next 2 days passed without incident, and gave me time to process everything that had happened. While it wasn't great that my son was lusting after his own mother and tributing cum to her at night, I decided it was ultimately harmless. I figured it was a phase and he would eventually grow out of it. I worried that confronting him would push him back into his shell, which he had just recently started to emerge from. In fact, it was the weekend, and instead of staying in his room, he had made plans to go out and watch a movie with friends.
"That's amazing honey! I'm so proud of you!". I pulled him into a hug, but then cut it short. I didn't want to encourage his crush.
"Mom you're such a goof," he blushed. It was like he was a completely different person to the one in the videos. The question was, which version was the real Omri? The sweet innocent caring momma's boy, or the assertive and aggressive boy who came on photos of his mom?
I put it out of my mind; I didn't want to ruin this moment.
"I'll probably be late coming in, so don't wait up ma." He gave me a peck on the cheek and left. Suddenly the house felt very empty.
Curiosity still had its hooks on me. I sneaked into his room again.
"You gotta stop doing this Daphna," I muttered to myself.
I turned on the computer, logged in, and found the hidden folder again. No new tributes. Phew, I thought. Maybe I'm right and it really is just a phase. There's only so much you can lust after an old chubby lady like me. I sighed, and went back to my chores. Once I finished, I was exhausted, with sweat dripping everywhere. I decided to take a quick afternoon nap on the sofa. I was out like a light, but only for a few minutes, and woke up moments later. I couldn't see my face but knew I was paprika red. Damn it. I had hoped the sodden panties 2 days ago were completely unrelated to the recent happenings. After all, I hadn't masturbated in more than a month. But now I was getting flashes of my son jerking off to my pictures when I slept. Except it wasn't through a camera lens; it felt like I was there in the room next to him, encouraging him. I was going through clean panties like a teen goes through tissue boxes.
I remembered what Omri had said about coming in late. A golden opportunity I thought. I made sure the door chain was latched, and then got started. I had several videos that were my go-to's; I'm sure the kids would call them "vanilla". But they did the trick. Or they used to. As I rubbed myself through my shorts, I felt like the videos weren't doing it for me this time. I was so close, but the videos were almost sending me backwards rather than towards my climax. Fuck. I turned off the video, and looked to Omri's room. My heart skipped. What if...?
I went into his room, turned on the computer and browsed to his special folder. I clicked play on one of the videos, selecting it randomly. It was the Disneyland one. As soon as I saw his cock, my wetness returned. Slowly I brushed my fingers on my crotch. Oh fuck. My heart started beating faster. It felt so good to be desired again. Maybe I could pretend this wasn't my son stroking it, but a random stranger. Yes. Completely normal. I'm just excited at someone, anyone, cumming on a photo of me. Lusting after me. The wetness was starting to seep through my shorts so I took them off. I was now sitting on my son's gaming chair in my panties, and was too horny to even realise how messed up that was. In that moment I didn't care; I needed to cum so bad. My eyes were glued to the screen as he stroked faster and faster. Suddenly I pulled my panties to the side, and slid a finger in. It went in without effort. I was so fucking wet. I picked up speed while he neared completion. 2 fingers. Fuuuuck. I was going crazy. The room was filled with the squelching sounds of my fingers going in and out of my soaking wet pussy. I was so close. As he started to erupt on my face, I took my other hand a started rubbing my clit. This felt incredible. I really needed this. I came just as Omri cock slapped my cum covered photo with a splat.
"Fuck Omri!"
I kept cumming, I couldn't stop my fingers. I closed my eyes and arched my back. Oh shit oh shit oh shit. I felt a weird sensation, like I was going to pee. I didn't care. I kept going. And then the floodgates opened; I started squirting EVERYWHERE. This was certainly a first, and it felt so incredible I didn't care about the mess I was making. I removed my fingers but kept playing with my clit as the last of my urine sprayed on the chair, on the desk, on the floor. My breathing subsided and my heart rate normalised. That was fucking incredible, I thought. I had NEVER cum that hard in my life. But I felt a pang a guilt that it was to a video of my son jerking off to me, and in his room no less.
I spent the next hour cleaning up the mess I had made. The hardest part was the smell, but nothing a few sprays of Febreeze couldn't solve. I started making dinner for 2 before realising Omri would be home late. I missed him. As I sat on the couch to have dinner, I grabbed my phone and texted him.
"Hey, how's everything going? Mommy misses you."
I took a selfie on the couch with an exaggerated scowl. I added a caption "Dinner for 1 :(". Before I hit send, I paused. I wondered if he would jerk off to this later, and my heart started to race again. I shook my head. What is wrong with you Daphna? I hit send and put my phone down. A few seconds later my phone buzzed.
"All good ma, just finishing dinner, be home soon."
He sent a picture captioned "Dinner for 4 :)", a selfie of him and his friends at a pizza joint. Aww, I'm glad he was having fun and hanging out with friends again. I couldn't remember the last time he did that.
"Aww love you sweetie, enjoy!"
"Love you too mom. Should I bring you a slice or 2?"
"No sweetie! No pizza for this fatty!" I texted back. It was sweet of him to ask though.
He texted back an eye roll. I finished dinner and went to bed.
I heard him come in a few hours later. He must have been in a rush to get to his room, as I heard footsteps in very quick succession. I stood up and put my ear to our connecting wall, wondering if everything was OK. A few moments later I heard him grunting, and I knew exactly what was happening. I stood there, ear to the wall, and my fingers slowly made their way to my crotch. Then I stopped. What the fuck was I doing? Get a hold of yourself woman. That's your son for crying out loud. I went back to bed.
The next morning I sent Omri away on an errand to buy groceries. Since I was cooking almost every day now, the fridge was almost empty.
"Urghhh you're so annoying mom. It's so early and I'm tired from last night... Why can't you get it?" he complained.
"Because I need to do other chores dummy. Unless YOU wanna do them lazy bones?"
While Omri was great at keeping his own room tidy, he was lousy with the rest of the house. I once tasked him with cleaning the bathroom and returned to a half flooded room. Never again.
He didn't really have a choice. He left after a quick breakfast, and I was instantly in his room. I had to see if he'd tributed his mom again. He certainly had; I could see the exact photo I'd sent him last night in the video preview icon. But to my surprise, this video was a bit longer than the others. The grocery store wasn't far, and I knew he'd be back soon. So I plugged in a USB, copied over all of his "work" and left his room, leaving everything as it had been. I didn't want to admit it, but I was excited to see the result. My justification was that this whole thing was harmless. We weren't committing incest. He simply had a fleeting crush on his mother and was expressing it. And watching him do it helped me relieve myself. Yes, that was it. It could have been anyone's dick jerking off to me, and I would've had the same reaction.
He came home shortly after, and through the whole afternoon, my mind was still on that USB and the new video. I was so fucking horny still. And my mind raced trying to figure out why the video was longer. I wish I could've excused myself, gone to my room, and got myself off, but there was too much to do at home. Thankfully, Omri was eager to help his dear old mom. First, we tag-teamed the bathroom. I showed him how to clean things properly, the magic of bleach and black mold removal sprays. In fact, I took him through all the cleaning products, and explained when they should be used. He listened attentively. Usually he didn't care for such menial things, but I imagine his new crush on his mother changed things. I suppose it had its benefits.
Next we tackled the laundry. I taught him to always separate whites, what the various washing machine compartments were for, and which settings to use for the best wash. I was actually getting excited at the prospect of Omri helping me with these things regularly, freeing up my time, although I did feel a bit selfish. Maybe this could serve as his punishment for the all the nasty things he was doing with his mother's pictures, I thought.
Finally, he helped me in the kitchen. When he was little, he would always help me while cooking, by weighing ingredients, reading instructions from a recipe book, mixing batter, even slicing simple things. Sometimes he would just sit and watch me, though I imagine his gaze back then was a lot different from now. He pretended not to remember any of it when I brought it up, but his bright red face told me otherwise. He was just the cutest back then. In many ways, he still was. We made chilli con carne together. It felt fun, like everything was back to normal, and the USB didn't cross my mind once while we did it. It was just nice chit chatting with my son about nothing and everything.
We sat down for dinner and I decided we would watch a chick flick from the 80s. The main protagonist was a complete macho asshole, one that probably wouldn't fly with audiences now. We ended up getting into a discussion about what women like.
"I mean he's a complete dick, Mom. How are they still together?" he quipped as the credits rolled.
"All kinds of women in the world hun. Not everyone wants a Boring John. Nice guys can be kinda tedious," I replied.
"Yh? Is that what you're into? I don't remember dad bring particularly macho."
I paused for a moment, as memories of my husband came flooding in. "Yh I guess not. But he didn't have to be. He was always so comfortable in his skin. I always envied that. God I miss him."
Omri gave a somber smile.
"But you're your own man Omri," I continued. "You can be more assertive when approaching girls, if you're comfortable with it. I think a lot of girls find that attractive. I haven't given much thought to dating again, but if I did, I'd probably want someone who could take charge, you know? But don't force it if that's not YOU."
I wanted to encourage him to continue to come out of his shell, as he had been recently. I wondered if his "tributing" was somewhat helping him do that. And I was sure I had some part in it too.
"I guess that's good advice mom," I stood up, and started gathering our dishes. "Mom, today was... nice. Can we get a selfie to remember it?"
Suddenly I knew where this was going. The little pervert.
"It WAS nice honey, and you're the sweetest, but right now mommy is tired and needs to clean up, then sleep. I have work tomorrow. Maybe another time baby. I love you."
I gave him a kiss on his forehead, and went to the kitchen, and he headed to his room.
I finished cleaning, brushed, and was finally in bed. I was exhausted. Suddenly I remembered the USB. I turned on my laptop, and plugged it in. I copied all the files to a hidden folder on my laptop titled Omri. I really needed release, and was getting way more excited then I should at the prospect of my son jerking off to me in a new video. I remembered the amazing day we just had, and reminded myself this was just about getting some release.
I double clicked the video. It started as usual. Omri slowly jerked his cock to the innocent frowning selfie I had sent last night. My hands were in my panties before I even realised. I finally had a chance to admire Omri's penis in more detail now. It was beautiful. The length certainly wasn't the longest I'd seen, but could undoubtedly accommodate two hands with one hand on the tip. But what got me wet was the girth; Omri had inherited his father's thickness. My mind suddenly drifted to nights with my husband, me on my knees, stroking him to completion as he ejaculated on my face. Fuck, I'm so wet I thought, as my fingers sank into my soaking hot cunt.
All of a sudden, Omri put his phone down, balancing it against a stack of books on his desk, and flipped the camera to selfie view. I was caught completely offguard, and instinctively shut the laptop lid, eyes widened in shock. It took almost a minute to realise I was being an idiot. This was not live Daphna. Omri could not see me through the camera. Slightly embarrassed, I opened the lid again and the video resumed. For some reason, he had flipped the camera, and I could now see his face and top half, including his erect penis. He was still wearing the T-shirt he had worn to the meet up yesterday. He then grabbed the iPad with my face on it, and brought it to his cock. He resumed stroking, but now I could see the ecstacy on his face. He looked back at the camera several times, making sure my face was visible during his deed. He cock slapped my face several times. It was sending me into overdrive.
My fingers moved on their own. I started furiously rubbing my clit with my other hand, but then slowed down, remembering the yellow incident yesterday. No matter how amazing it would feel, I didn't want to be cleaning bedsheets this late at night. So instead I prolonged my climax, fingerings myself to this video of my beautiful boy jerking his cock over my face. He looked so happy, and that made me smile. As he edged closer, he smacked my face with his cock more frequently, and every time he did my heart would beat little faster and fingers would go deeper. I came just as he shot his thick white load on my photo. I couldn't help but let out a moan, praying Omri was already asleep, closing my eyes as I did. It felt incredible, just as amazing as the first time. When I opened my eyes, Omri was slowly moving the tablet with my photo towards the camera, globs of semen slowly dripping down my face. Then it was over.
After an amazing night's sleep, I woke up the next morning supercharged, and ready to go back to work after a few days of absence. As I exited my room, I caught Omri heading towards the door out.
"Have a good day hun!" I cried out across the hallway.
No reply. He was already out the door by the time I repeated it. Huh. Maybe he had his headphones on.
It was going to be a very busy day. I arrived at work, and was instantly greeted with a hundred different emails. I led an Order Management team at a tech company, and things were always busy at the end of the month. My absence had not helped, and I found myself on multiple calls throughout the day. During my break, I decided to check up on Omri.
"Hey sweetie, everything OK? I called out to you this morning, but must have been in a rush. Anyway, I love you!"
I included some kiss emojis. At least 5.
I took a sip of my creamy cappuccino. When I looked back at the screen, I saw the 2 blue checkmarks, indicating Omri had read my message. He had not replied. Annoying. But then I realised he must be busy. Whatever. I put my phone back in my pocket and resumed answering emails.
It was now midday. I had just finished my lunch, and decided to message Omri again.
"Helloooo? Is my boy out there??"
Again, blue checkmarks, and no reply. Then I remembered last night. He wanted to take a selfie, and I'd said no. So that's what's got him pissy, I thought. The perv wanted some fap material from his mom, is that it? I rolled my eyes, and put my phone down.
During my next coffee break, I was starting to get annoyed with the radio silence. So I took out my phone again, and decided to take a stern selfie. I tried to exaggerate my annoyance, but it wasn't hard. I hit send.
Seconds later, a message.
"Hey mom, sorry I was busy with school stuff."
Huh, sure you were perv, I thought. Even when he was little, he always used to throw these tantrums over the smallest things when he wouldn't get his way.
"Don't be mad please. You look much better when you're being your goofy self," he continued.
Goofy huh? I'll show him goofy. I took another selfie, this time with an exaggerated toothy smile, and sent it.
"Haha that's better!" he replied.
Then an idea popped into my head. When I was researching "cum tributes", I had noticed a lot of the pictures being tributed seemed to be girls with their tongues out. The appeal was obvious; it would look like the girl was asking for a load of jizz, inviting men with their mouths open and tongues out. I wondered what Omri would think of that. I wondered if it would make his heart skip, the incestuous pervert. I thought about it for a moment. He had been very good lately, helping me out yesterday, in more ways than one. He was also coming out of his shell, and I didn't want him to retreat again.
I turned on the selfie camera again. This time I zoomed in on my face. I then stuck my tongue out as far as I could. I surprised myself with the length. I looked directly at the camera, with a subtle smile, and took a picture.
"Goofy mom is best mom," I captioned it, and hit send.
Again, he saw it almost instantly, but no reply. Maybe I went too far. Or maybe he'd popped a boner for his mother's tongue and was speechless. I laughed in my head at the thought. Oh Omri. I put my phone back and went back to work. A few minutes later, my phone chimed. Omri had replied with 3 red hearts.
"Love goofy mom! Send more! Haha!"
This was starting to get me wet again. Knowing he would jerk off furiously to these pictures of his mom was making me extremely horny. I readied the selfie camera again. This time I made a kissing face, and hit send.
Before he even had a chance to reply, I sent another, this time winking with one eye, and my tongue out again, like the emoji.
After sending that one, I desperately needed a bathroom break. My pussy was sopping wet, and I needed to clean up before it started showing through my clothes. I got into one of the stalls and lowered my panties. I was right; I was leaking heavily. My phone buzzed.
"Omg mom I love you haha."
He sent me a selfie making a kiss face too.
That was enough for me to start fingering my cunt right there and then. I tried to keep my noise down - not just my moans, but also the squelching sound of my fingers furiously going in and out of my pussy. But I couldn't help it. I was a terrible mom, but I didn't care. I just needed to cum, and in mere minutes I was gushing all over the place.
"Oh shiiiit mommy loves you too baby!"
I had unintentionally soaked my son's photo in my juices. I guess this was my tribute.
It was Saturday morning, and I woke up with an excitement I hadn't experienced in years. The week had flown by. I started out on Monday simply sending Omri photos of my face, which I knew he'd have his naughty perverted incestuous fun with.
On Tuesday, I was just about to text him while having lunch when he sent a message instead.
"Hey mom, what r u up to?"
I typed out I was having lunch, but then deleted the message; I didn't want to be boring. Instead I took a selfie, placing my face next to my salad bowl and sticking out my tongue slightly like a cat. I hit send.
"That looks delicious mom!"
Afternoon rolled around, and I messaged him about dinner.
"Hey hun. When you cook dinner, can you make sure to use up all the kale in the fridge? It expired 2 days ago."
"Yea sure mom, I'm almost home," he replied.
Instead of a simple thank you, I put my lips right on the camera, mouthed a kiss, and took a photo. The picture was nothing but my red lips, nose, and neck. I hit send. He replied back moments later with a red heart.
On Wednesday, he started getting bolder. At lunch, he texted, "Hey mom, what r u doing? Send me a pic."
He was starting to take charge; I liked it. I complied. Instead of my face next to my lunch, this time I decided to try something different. I undid the first 2 buttons of my shirt and placed my breasts next to the bowl. It took a few tries to get the perfect shot; I didn't want it to look like I was just sending my son a photo of my cleavage. The fourth time was the charm. The photo looked natural, with my cleavage seeming incidental. The photo was from a high angle, and my face was cut off from the chin up. Good thing too; I was much too red in all the excitement. I sent it before any second doubts creeped in. He texted back two red hearts. I started to wonder if he was "using these" at school, in one of the bathroom stalls. I was starting to get wet.
But I had promised myself to wait until the weekend before touching myself. Omri had made plans again for Saturday, so the coast would be clear for me to inspect his special folder and see his reaction to my selfies from the week prior. I pictured myself sitting on his chair again and rubbing myself while watching his videos of sinful lust. Fuck. I had to go to the bathroom and splash some cold water on myself before things got out of control.
Thursday was incredibly busy, with my boss paying us a visit, which was rare. I spent most of the day catching up with him and in team meetings. But I couldn't stop thinking about Omri. He had texted me several times, and I didn't have a chance to reply. I remembered how pissy he got last time I didn't let him take a picture. I ended up working late into the evening with the rest of my team and sent him a group photo of us having pizza in the office.
"Mommy has to work late today, eating dinner here. Sorry for not replying earlier, it's been a crazy day. Mommy loves you so much!"
He simply replied with a thumbs up. I'll have to make it up to him tomorrow, I thought.
On Friday, I didn't even wait for his message. At lunch, I took a photo on the bathroom mirror. Fridays were always casual, so I was in my jeans and a new camisole I'd bought. I'd picked it especially because of how it hugged my large F cups, hoping to wear it on a girls night out some time. Wearing it around the office, I was painfully aware of guys staring lustily at my massive cleavage, but I didn't care. Omri had been quiet last night, and I wanted to give him a treat - he had been dutifully making dinner and doing house chores all week after all. I sent him the photo, simply with a "Thoughts?" caption. I was just about to leave when he texted back.
"Wow mom, you actually look stylish for a change haha," he joked. "How does it look from the back?"
My heart raced. I guess my tits weren't enough; the pervert wanted to see his mom's ass too, I thought. I checked out my backside in the mirror. The jeans were almost skin tight. They were a bitch to get into this morning, but the way the denim perfectly showed the outline of my butt cheeks made it worthwhile. I took a picture and sent it. Here you go, perv, have fun. I was about to turn off my phone screen when I noticed something in the photo. I zoomed into my crotch area. Fuck. I could see a slight wet patch forming. I looked down and I was mortified. All this waiting for the weekend was killing me; I NEEDED release. Just 1 more day I thought. As I walked back to my desk, tried to move quickly so no one would notice. I had shoved some toilet paper down there to avoid soaking through, but the existing patch was still visible if you looked closely. My phone chimed. Omri sent me six red love hearts.
And so here I was: Saturday. Omri was going on a hike with some friends and said he'd be back around 9pm. Perfect, I thought. That gives me pretty much the entire day to myself. He'd been very good with all the chores I walked him through last weekend, so besides lunch and dinner, I
didn't really have to do much around the house. I gave him a quick peck on the cheek and sent him on his way, making sure to chain lock the door. At last. I rushed to his room, turned on his computer, and unhid his folder. To my surprise, he'd renamed it.
"DaphCunt," I read aloud. The candor caught me off guard. I felt strange. This was the first time my boy had directed abuse at his mother in any shape or form, as far as I was aware at least. Outside of a few cock slaps, he had never done this in the videos either. It was a sign of things to come, but I didn't know at the time. I opened the folder, and there were 5 new videos since last weekend - one for each day of the week. I took a moment to process that; Omri had jerked off to his own mother every day of the week. I was getting wet.
Once again, I copied over the new tributes to my USB stick and went to my room. I dug out my laptop, plugged in the USB, and played the first video. The video icon had intrigued me - it didn't look like it was recorded in Omri's room. I was right; it was a bathroom stall!
"Shit mom, I couldn't wait," Omri spoke in a hushed voice. That was the first time he'd spoken in a video, his voice husky and not at all like his regular one.
"You got me so horny... look ma!"
He rubbed his cock through his cargos. I could see the outline of his hard-on. Below him on the iPad, which was laying on top of a closed toilet seat, was the selfie I sent on that day with my tongue out. In one swift motion, he lowered his cargos and pulled out his dick. I noticed how shiny the head of his cock was with precum. My fingers slowly found their way down to a wet patch forming on the outside of my panties, my eyes glued to the screen. He began stroking for his mom, nice and slowly. I could hear his hushed moans; he must have been trying to conceal them - he was in a public space after all! That got me even more excited. Omri then reached down to his iPad, still stroking, and swiped the screen with the tip of his dick.
The next photo was the last one I'd sent on Monday; me winking with my tongue out. It was a little embarrassing; I'd wondered what Omri thought of his old mom trying to look 30 years younger. He told me right away.
"Damn, you look like such a slut in this one mom.."
I was in disbelief, my mouth agape. Did he just call his own mother a slut? All the while, my fingers moved on their own, slipping under my panties. Fuck.
"You're such a goofy little slut mom. You look like you're ready for my load on your face. Is that you wanted secretly? For your son to paint your face? Huh Daphna? That's it, show me your tongue slut. Here, take it mom!"
He erupted, shooting ropes upon ropes of cum on my photo while moaning my name. I expected a reaction to my slightly sultry selfies, but certainly not this. I pushed my fingers into my wet cunt as he finished and zoomed in on the aftermath. Not a single pixel of my face was left uncovered. I felt so degraded but my pussy gushed.
I double clicked the next video, my fingers picking up the pace below. This was the most humiliating one yet. Omri once again had the camera flipped, so I could see his face. Unlike last time, he was completely nude. He was moderately muscular, which was slightly surprising given his shut-in status over the past few years. Maybe he'd been working out in between all those jerk off sessions to his teachers. The last time I'd seen him topless was during a beach day with his father. He had certainly grown from the little boy I used to panic would drown if I lost sight of him in the water for more than 10 seconds.
My bittersweet memories were interrupted by Omri holding up two printed photos. I recognized them from Tuesday: one had my face next to a salad bowl, and the other was a close-up of a kiss. He set my lunchtime photo down on his desk face up and disappeared off camera with the other photo. He returned seconds later. My eyes widened. Oh my God Omri! He had cut a coin sized hole where my lips were! He held it up proudly to the camera, like when he used to show me drawings from class. Then, with the photo still facing the camera, he penetrated the hole with his dick. Again. And again. I watched with a mixture of excitement and horror as my son brutally facefucked my photo. His girth widened the hole with each thrust, but he didn't care.
"Take it mom! This is what you get for being such a fucking tease!"
I was edging ever closer to my climax alongside him.
"Where do you want my cum this time, slut? In your salad so you can lap it up? Ok ma, here you go. Fuuuck."
He jerked off furiously onto the photo on the desk, all while still penetrating what was a photo of my lips. He started spewing his thick liquid, aiming for the salad bowl and my face. He completely coated the picture, and I could see the cum pooling on the paper, making it soggy. He then grabbed the photo of my lips and scrunched it up around his cock, using it to clean off any excess semen.
"Clean me up slut," he snarled. He stopped the recording, and I started cumming like crazy. As I did, I double clicked the photo of the aftemath, and I moaned my son's name. I wasn't sure why, but every time he degraded me, it only made me wetter. Was I really so far gone, such a bad mother? I had time to ponder this as I came down from yet another amazing orgasm, courtesy of my own child. And this was only 2 videos so far; there were 3 more.
For my sanity, I decided to take a break. I made lunch for one and tried to think rationally about everything that was happening. The adrenaline, even after my intense orgasm, made it hard to focus on anything other than the videos my son was recording, lusting after his mother on camera. I prayed he wasn't sharing them with anyone. He had been reserved these past few years, and it didn't seem to me like he had made any close friends in that time. I took a sigh of relief. It was certainly a shame, but it worked in my favor for a change. I felt guilty and horny at the same time, and it was really starting to kill my high. I rationalized it internally; this was harmless. He was always into older women; it was inevitable he would notice the curvaceous MILF at home. I giggled. Yes, there was no reason to let the fact that this was my son ruin some of the best orgasms I've had in my life. I wolfed down my sandwich, eager to get back to my shameful acts as a mother.
I grabbed my laptop and decided to move things to the living room - Omri was going to be out until tonight, and the door was firmly chain locked. I could enjoy myself in peace on a bigger screen. I mirrored my laptop screen onto the TV; Omri would be proud of his tech savvy mom, I thought. I navigated to the third video and hit play.
My son's cock was becoming a familiar sight. This time, as predicted, he was jerking off to the racy photo I'd sent him of my lunch, with a side of tits. Looking at it now, I felt rather embarrassed. What the fuck were you thinking, Daphna? He had zoomed right into my breasts.
"Damn mom, I can't believe you sent me this," he moaned, smacking his dick on my breasts. "I love your fat tits ma. Your fat fucking cow tits."
As he said that, he zoomed in on his dick slit tracing my cleavage with precum.
"You like that mom?"
"Mmm yes baby", I replied. I noticed the heat building down below and quickly undressed myself, throwing my clothes carelessly around the room. I didn't care. I really needed this. I sat back on the couch and spread my legs, slowly rubbing my clit as I watched my son jerk off to me on the big screen.
"You're such a fucking slut for sending this mom. To your own son no less. You really need the attention, huh?"
"Yes baby, mommy loves the attention. I love watching you jerk off to me Omri!"
My other hand was now involved, as I inserted two fingers into my wet cunt and began finger-fucking myself without shame, right there on the family couch.
"I can't stop cumming for you mom, I think I'm obsessed with you and your huge fucking tits!"
He picked up the pace, and I knew he was close.
"Here it comes again mom. I'm gonna paint your fat cow tits you fucking whore," he announced.
"Oh God yes baby, I'm an attention seeking whore! Please do it. Cum for me!"
And he did, with each spurt expertly aimed at my cleavage. I counted 5 big spurts and wondered how he managed to cum so much every time. What was I feeding him?
My fingers did not stop; I continued rubbing my clit with my left hand and fingering Omri's birthhole with my right. That incestuous thought triggered me, and I lifted my left hand to my face, spat on it, and returned it to rub my clit even faster. My pussy was soaking wet, and my juices were starting to leak onto the velvet couch.
2 more videos. I pressed play on the next one as I continued my session, masterbating to my son jerking off to me while hurling abuse at his own mother. And I was loving it!
This video was again shot in a bathroom, but this time I recognized it as Omri's en suite. I paused the video and leaned forward, trying to make out what was happening. Then it hit me. Omri had printed out the group photo I had sent him, except he had cropped out everyone else. That printout of his mother's smiling face was now sitting in his toilet bowl. I hit play.
"Gosh, you're such a bitch mom. This is what you send me?"
Omri was not happy.
"You cunt. You really have no time for your son huh?" he questioned.
It stung, and I stopped touching myself for a moment. There was certainly truth to that. I had always been a career woman, and after his father's death, I threw myself at my work even harder, hoping it would distract me. Omri was a casualty of that decision.
"Well this is what I think of you ma. You're nothing but a piss bucket," he snarled, before letting loose and spraying my photo with his golden shower. I was shocked, but I couldn't help continuing my sinful deed.
"Fuck yes, mark me as yours Omri!"
I shut my eyes and arched my back. I was so close, but I wanted to hold out for his last recording, elongating my eventual, inevitable climax. I stopped and hit play on the final video - despite the surprise of the last one, I knew exactly what to expect for this one.
Omrj had printed out both selfies I had sent yesterday and placed them side by side. On the left side was my front facing selfie, with my deep cleavage and large breasts on full display. On the other was the second selfie I'd sent, with my huge denim clad ass accounting for almost two thirds of the photo.
I was extremely embarrassed by the sheer horniness of the two selfies, but the saving grace was that the quality of the print meant the wet patch I'd noticed on my jeans was practically nonexistent. Phew, I thought.
Omri was in a better mood. "Damn mom you're so fucking hot."
I blushed, and resumed fingering my wet cunt, the wet echoes filling the room. He stroked his dick slowly, and I could tell from the shiny precum coating his length that he was close. He pulled closer to the photos and aggressively cock-slapped his mom's luscious ass and massive milkbags several times.
"Look at what you do to me mom. To your own son. Sending these seductive selfies like a slut. You must really need some dick mom. I bet the guys in your office fantasize about you too mom. But you're mine and no one else's," he paused. "You're MY cumslut!"
He started aggressively fucking his fist, and I matched his pace. We were both close.
"Here's what you need mom, here's your reward my slut-mommy!"
He began spewing his white thick liquid everywhere. He directed the first batch at my ass, before pivoting to my breasts, and then alternating between the two photos as he let out his last few ropes of jizz. By the end, both photos were submerged and barely recognizable.
"Oh God yes Omri, cum for your slut mother," I screamed, finally bringing myself to my climax with three fingers. My moans were no longer subdued and I didn't care who heard them. I didn't care how wrong it was to get myself off to my own son cumming on my pictures; it was the most alive I'd felt in years.
Delirium hit hard as I started to come down from the heavens. As I looked down I noticed the dark wet stains on the couch. That's going to take some cleaning.
Three months had passed. Three full months. After that salacious week of sending my son selfies, knowing he would jerk off to them, and sinfully touching myself to videos of him doing exactly that, everything suddenly stopped. I had tried to continue what we started, but he wouldn't even reply to my messages and photos until after school, and even then it was mostly a casual acknowledgment.
Don't get me wrong; Omri was still the sweet and loving boy I had always known at home. But I wanted more. Then, a few weeks later, when I checked his computer for that crudely titled Daphcunt folder, it was nowhere to be found. I felt a tempest of emotions surge up within me; a mix of relief, lust, disappointment, guilt, and anger. It was a potent, but dangerous cocktail, one made worse by the fact I hadn't been able to bring myself to an orgasm in a month. I still had his old videos saved, and they worked wonders, but as much as I enjoyed them there were only so many times I could get off to the same recordings. I comforted myself with the thought that he had moved on, which was the healthiest outcome. But at the same time, it saddened me that the one person who had found me attractive enough to jerk off to, in God knows how long, had finally stopped. I guess we go back to how things used to be. "That's not so bad," I thought. I'm glad things ended before we crossed a line we couldn't uncross.
At dinner that night I made Chicken Fricassée. It was Friday night and I had managed to escape from work a little earlier than normal, so I could surprise Omri with dinner.
"That smells delicious Mom," he said as he walked in. He was completely soaked, head to toe.
"Oh my God Omri!"
I grabbed a towel and ran to this aid. I started drying him off, starting with his hair.
"What were you thinking mister? Where's your umbrella? You could get sick! And you know what you're like when you're sick, acting like a cute clingy puppy, and needing Mommy to do everything for you. I really can't be doing that, you're too old and work is really busy right now..."
I stopped scolding him for a second to look him sternly in the eye, as he gave me a toothy smile.
"Where's your umbrella Omri?" I enquired.
"Funny story that. Can I tell you over dinner?"
I told him to freshen up quickly and meet me in the kitchen before the food got cold. He joined me moments later.
"So," I prompted, after a few bites.
"You remember Maya from my class? Well, she asked me out several weeks ago, and we're kinda dating," he replied.
Oh, that explains so much. Maya. I paused for a moment, trying to recall which one she was. Then I remembered the bitch. I had bumped into her during a parent-teacher conference several years ago. She was there with her Mom, and I recalled how after a few pleasantries, I turned around to leave and heard her making derogatory comments about my size to her mother. That bitch had somehow gotten her hooks into my little man. I was furious but managed to keep a cool exterior.
"Oh Maya, of course, sweet girl," I responded after some deliberation, trying to mask the sarcasm. "Still doesn't explain why you're soaking wet. What happened to the umbrella I always tell you to keep handy?"
"Well Maya had forgotten hers, so I let her borrow mine. It was hammering down out there, didn't have a choice. You've raised me to be a gentleman after all Mom," he smiled.
Oh, Mommy knows how much of a gentleman you really are, sweetie. Calling your mother filthy names while jerking off to her. Still, it was rather cute. Or it would be if the kind gesture wasn't directed at someone so undeserving. This is why he'd stopped jerking off to me. She was probably keeping him satiated with nudes and whatnot; I know what these kids are like these days with their "snaps" and "stories". The slut was taking him from me, and I was fuming.
Omri helped me do the dishes after dinner, but he was mostly occupied with his phone; no doubt talking to that floozy. I tried to put it out of my mind. But I kept wondering what he saw in her. Omri had always been into older women, usually with large frames. Maya seemed like the complete opposite of what I recalled of her appearance. Perhaps his tastes in women were changing. Or maybe it was a popularity thing.
I had a hard time sleeping. I was conflicted. On the one hand, Omri was finally in a relationship again, with a girl his age, and he seemed to be happy. It felt good to see him smile again and be outgoing like his old self. On the other, my maternal instincts were going haywire, telling me this girl was trouble. I couldn't let this slut take my sweet boy from his mother. I resolved to do something about it. And then I had an idea.
The next morning I set up an Instagram account. It took me a while to figure everything out, but a few minutes later, I had an account, sent out follow requests to some of my friends and work colleagues (and of course, sweet Omri), and followed a few popular public accounts. It was like a new world, having never had a social media account before, outside of LinkedIn. I uploaded a photo too, letting everyone know it was me. By the time I reached the office, I had racked up 50 followers, one of which was Omri. Jackpot.
My plan was simple; I wanted to remind Omri of the type of women he was truly attracted to. Under the guise of posting photos on Instagram, rather than sending them directly to him, I could be a little more risqué, I thought.
My week was very busy and I ended up uploading over a dozen photos on my IG. There were photos of my girl's night out with my friend Hila. I made sure to take lots of selfies, making the silly faces I knew Omri loved, and especially sticking out my tongue like a real party girl. It was a little embarrassing acting so young and reckless, but I was honestly enjoying myself. One afternoon, I visited the local beach and took several selfies in my one-piece swimsuit, which somehow felt way smaller than it was. One of my more risqué photos showed simply my thick thighs and extended legs as I lay on a sun lounger, capturing the beauty of the shimmering ocean. Finally, my week ended with a birthday party of a work colleague. I wore a tight, bodycon sweater dress which I recently purchased, and it really accentuated my sizeable chest while also showing plenty of my thighs as it wasn't too long. The compliments were endless, and all the blushing must have given everyone the impression I was having an allergic reaction! I took lots of photos, with Hila being the insistent photographer.
"Honey, you will find a new man in no time looking like that," she joked.
I was so excited to upload the photos and get Omri's reaction. But to my surprise, he didn't leave any comments. He didn't even heart any of my photos from the week! On Saturday during breakfast, we passingly spoke about my IG, and he said it was great to see me having fun and to ask him if I needed any technical help with it. That was it! No "You look great Mom", or "That dress was so hot on you". Nothing.
By the time Sunday rolled around, I was feeling deflated. The plan hadn't worked. Maybe it really was for the best. Omri had made plans to go out with some friends, and I was alone in the house once more. After the usual cleaning, I decided to pass the time with a book, but as soon as I sat on the sofa, my phone chimed. I checked to see the notification and it was a new IG follower. I had left my profile open to the public because I couldn't figure out the privacy settings (I know, I'm old), which meant I ended up with several random followers during the week which I didn't even know. I was just about to set my phone down again, but then I noticed the name and my heart almost stopped. "Daphcunt". Oh my God! It was him! But why...? He was already following me on his account. Curious, I clicked on the name, and noticed it was a brand new profile, following 1 person; me!
I was still unsure what he was trying to do when I received a DM from this "Daphcunt" account. My heart raced and my fingers trembled uncontrollably as I clicked the notification.
"Hi Daphna," it read. "I'm a big fan!" Suddenly it dawned on me. He wanted to talk to me under the guise of this "fake" profile so he could remain anonymous. My mind was reeling, and I fell back on the sofa. The heat between my legs was becoming uncontrollable once more. Slowly, I slipped my right hand under my panties as I replied.
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I was already regretting DM'ing Mom. These last few months had been so difficult. After secretly jerking off to her photos months ago, the guilt had overwhelmed me. Here she was, working her ass off for us, and I was fantasizing about dominating her and calling her names. She was a great Mom and I loved her dearly, and I knew we could never be anything more. I had to get over this incestuous infatuation. When Maya approached me and asked me out, I was kinda blindsided. I'd barely spoken to her in class and she was really not my type. But I saw it as an opportunity to break free of the guilt I felt for lusting after my own mother. And so we went on a couple of dates, and honestly, I was having fun. But there was no real spark, no butterflies, no heat. At least not the kind I felt when I saw my Mom's photos on her newly created Instagram account.
When I first received her follow request, I was surprised. Mom has always been rather shy; while that certainly makes her endearing, it doesn't suit social media so much. She's also never been great with technology, often needing my help with the simplest of tasks, such as creating accounts, managing her emails, or even basic ad-blocking. She was somewhere between cute and inept, but I loved her for it. Outside of the way she looked, I think my biggest draw to her was her naivety. She was always so motherly, doting on me like I was still a kid, and a part of me wanted to corrupt that innocence. A part of me I tried to bury.
But seeing her photos this week had reawakened that part of me. Her selfie with her friend, sticking out her tongue, was exactly the kind of photo I'd cum tribute in the past. Her fat thighs at the beach were perfection; I wanted to softly massage them before rubbing my leaking dick all over them. And the way her sweater dress at the party hugged her curves made her tits seem even bigger than they were. That last one especially inspired a vivid wet dream last night, in which I roughly groped her breasts in her dress as she lay passed out on the sofa, helpless, before tit-fucking her and soiling her precious sweater in thick ropes of cum.
So when I woke up in my horny stupor this morning, I concocted a plan. I wanted to talk to her! To tell her, and show her, what she does to me. But of course, I couldn't do that as her son. So instead I created a completely new burner account and sent her a DM. Thankfully her privacy settings were accommodating; I realised she probably didn't know how to block certain things or make her profile private.
"Dumb cunt," I muttered. Secretly hurling insults at my Mom was always such a turn-on for me. Despite her maternal, sweet nature, she was still an authority figure, and swearing at her not only gave me some semblance of power; pathetic I know, but it was also exciting to imagine the shock on her face if she ever heard her darling son saying some of these words, much less directing them at her.
The account name was admittedly a mistake; in my horniness I didn't fully grasp how offensive it truly was, or that Mom would pick up on it. And so I sat there in the local library, waiting for my mother to reply to my DM. I had told her I was going out with friends, but I only met with them briefly before heading here, making some excuses about revision. Our local library was almost always deserted, which meant I could easily find a snug little corner for privacy.
Daphna: "Hi fan, nice username..."
It felt like my heart stopped when I noticed she replied. This is exactly what I wanted, but now that she responded, it dawned on me that there was no turning back. Suddenly my palms were sweating profusely, and I felt my cock harden with all the possibilities.
I wrote an apology for the name before deleting it; I remembered our conversation about being more assertive. And so I altered my response.
Omri: "thanks, I knew you'd like it ;)"
D: "Do I know you?"
O: "u don't, but i know you and I think ur really hot!"
I typed quickly so I didn't have a chance to second guess myself. It just struck me that I'd finally told my Mom that I thought she was hot, albeit anonymously. I slowly traced the outline of my growing bulge through my jeans with my finger, awaiting Mom's response.
D: "You really think so? This is cute, a secret admirer for this old lady haha"
O: "yah i really do. and cmon, u don't look that old in your photos"
D: "Well.. I'm closer to 50 than 40. How old are you?
O: "im 21"
D: "I'm old enough to be your mother haha! In fact, I have a son almost the same age as you, that's so funny!"
Probably should've picked a different age to throw off any suspicion. Hindsight is 20/20.
D: "So what exactly do you like about this old lady?"
O: "everything! I love your beautiful milfy face, your fat tits, your thick thighs, your curvy bbw body! u get me so hard Daphna"
D: "wow, I never thought I'd hear that from someone so young..."
O: "r u kidding? ur perfect, im obsessed with u"
D: "I don't believe you, you're just pranking me right??"
Only one way to prove this definitively. I got up and headed to the bathroom, my dick aching to be freed. As soon as I got into a stall I unzipped and let it out. I was throbbing and leaking more precum than ever; talking to Mom was driving me crazy. I took out my phone and took several photos, changing the angles and my hand positioning with every shot. I wanted to get it perfect for her. After a few minutes, I flicked through the pictures and found the perfect one; it showed my hardened cock atop the palm of my right hand, thick veins angrily throbbing, and tip glistening with precum. I hit send, captioning it "this is what u do to me".
I waited in the bathroom stall for almost half an hour for a reply. When it didn't come, I disappointingly tucked my now-flaccid cock and zipped my pants back up again. I had gone too fast and too hard. I had blown this golden opportunity.
My phone pinged as I exited, but it was just Maya asking to meet up. I told her to meet me at our usual spot, even though I didn't feel like it. Mom was still occupying 100% of my brain. Maya and I had a quick meal as she gossiped about school and her friends, all whilst I probably looked completely checked out and dejected. She didn't seem to mind it strangely. After a while we said goodbye; she leaned in for a kiss but I just gave her a hug and headed home.
As I approached the main door, I heard strange sounds coming from the other side. I put my ear to the door and tried to listen. Then I pulled away again. It was Mom and she was moaning! Not wanting to miss the chance to see her in states of undress, I unlocked the door and tried to head in, only to be stopped by the door chain. As soon as I unlocked the door, the moans stopped.
"Mom, can you let me in please?"
"Coming!"
I bet, I thought, smirking. She came to unlatch the chain 2 minutes later. I couldn't believe my eyes; she was glistening with sweat, hair disheveled, lip slightly bleeding. Had she been masturbating?
"Everything okay Ma?"
"Yes, sweetie. Just extra security. You know how the neighborhood is lately," she replied.
Her flushed cheeks betrayed her. As I headed to my room, I glanced at the TV in the living room. It looked like she had mirrored her phone onto the screen, and my heart skipped when I noticed it was our conversation on Instagram. And though she had scrolled up slightly, I could see the tip of my dick on the bottom edge of the screen. Oh my God! She had masturbated to my dick pic!
I took a quick shower and said goodnight to Mom, planning my next move. As soon as I hit my mattress, I grabbed my phone and started texting.
O: "hey, y did u go quiet? u didn't like the pic?"
D: "Sorry, I just wasn't expecting that. I think that might be the first dick pic I've ever received, haha"
O: "and... what'd u think? liked what u saw? ;)"
D: "It's certainly very girthy.. and pretty.."
At this point, my cock was aching to be freed from the confines of my pajama bottoms. My own mother had just told me she liked the way my dick looked. I released it and lightly stroked the underside.
O: "so u did like it, huh? did u touch yourself to it..?
D: "No..."
O: "liar"
D: "Maybe a little..."
O: "OMG thats so hot"
D: "I just haven't received this kind of attention in a VERY long time haha"
O: "ur getting me hard again"
D: "Oh to be young... Do I really do it for you?"
Suddenly I had an idea. I grabbed my iPad and browsed to her Instagram page. I opened up the photo of her girl's night out, particularly where she stuck out her tongue. I zoomed right into her face. I then placed my fully erect cock next to her face and took a picture on my phone. I captioned it "here's the proof" and sent it to her. I was slightly hesitant to send it at first, thinking she might recognize my room, but it was almost pitch black.
D: "OMG, you're so hard..."
Instead of replying, I take another picture. This time I place the tip of my leaking dick right on her tongue. I send it.
D: "Wow.. this is actually turning me on... is that weird?"
O: "not at all"
This time I decide to take a short video. In it, I start by smearing my precum on her face before traveling down to her tongue. I then slap my stiff cock hard on her tongue several times. The force shakes the iPad. I send it.
O: "this is what i wanna do to u"
D: "mmmm, wow really?"
O: "r u playing with urself?"
D: "Hard not to, you've got me hot and bothered"
I got up and placed my ear against the wall separating our rooms. I could fairly hear Mom's moans. I started jerking faster, keeping my ear there. My phone chimed and I headed back to my bed.
D: "I'm so close.."
O: "me 2. do u kno what a cum tribute is?"
D: "Ermm.. no?"
O: "its when someone cums on ur photo and records it. im about to cum on urs. would u like that Daphna?"
D: "Mmm yes please..."
That sent me over the edge; my own sweet mom asking me to cum on her picture. I started recording, and within a few pumps my cum sprayed everywhere, completely covering her face. A large glob landed on her tongue, and I wondered if she'd like the taste. I sent the video and pressed my ear against the wall once more. This time her moans were more audible. I could make out a "fuck fuck fuck", and then heavy breathing. I couldn't believe it; I'd just made my Mom cum, possibly for the second time that day. After a moment, I checked my phone again.
D: "That video was so hot.. I can't believe you came so much to my photo. I actually came while watching it"
She sent several blushing emojis.
O: "i told u im totally obsessed with u. ur the hottest milf ever"
D: "You're still making me blush... anyway, I should sleep, I have work tomorrow morning"
O: "sure, gn, ttyt"
D: "I totally know what you just said :)"
As I sat there, completely spent, having just masturbated with my Mom, my mind reeled with possibilities of where our relationship could go. Within a few minutes, I was erect once more.