Sex stories, Mom and son, Mom struggles with her desire to sexually exploit her son… I sat on the edge of the tub with the bottom part of my robe open. I carefully shaved around the edges of my thick bush trying to get a nice, neat triangle. It had been more than a week since the first time my eighteen-year-old son Jesse joined me during one of my X-rated cam shows. I kept insisting to myself that I was only performing with him because we were flat broke, and we needed the money to avoid foreclosure, yet there was more to it than that. I wanted to chalk it up to me being a horny old broad who wasn’t getting any lately, but I was only fooling myself. Jesse being my son, and doing the filthy things we were doing with each other, was getting me way more turned on than it should. I knew I would have to put a stop to what we were doing at some point, but I was almost glad that we were in as deep a financial hole as we were.
I ran the razor carefully along the inside crease of my thigh, cleaning away the shadow of stubble that was there. Jesse had refused to do another show until he got his first pay off. It took him less than twenty-four hours to spend it all. We’d done a couple more performances over the past few days. We’d just about made enough money for the mortgage payment that was three months overdue. I opened my legs a little wider to reach the sensitive area down low.
Jesse walked in without bothering to knock. He didn’t seem overly surprised to see his mother sitting there with her legs spread and her pussy hanging out. My first instinct was to close my legs and cover up with my robe, but when he stepped to the toilet and pulled his cock out of his boxers I realized there was no point in bothering. It was strange to think that my son had seen my pussy enough by this point that it was becoming almost normal for us. It gave me a shamefully good feeling inside.
“Want me to go get the weed whacker out of the garage for that?” he asked mockingly as he began to pee right in front of me. This was a new stage of comfortable for him.
“Real men prefer the look of a mature woman,” I argued while trying to keep my attention on my grooming and not on my son’s pissing cock. “Ever think that maybe there’s something wrong with you wanting your women to look like little girls down there?”
“Yeah, well, maybe there’s something wrong with both of us.” He shook the last drops of pee from his dick and flushed. “At least I have the excuse that I was raised by a perverted whore of a mother.”
I looked up with a flash of anger only to see that he hadn’t put his cock away yet. His eyes were on my pussy. I knew he was just trying to get a rise out of me, but there was that old thing about truth in jest that nagged at my conscience.
“Fuck you, too, ya sick little bastard.”
He only chuckled at that, still staring openly at my exposed twat. I pretended like I didn’t notice; acting like I didn’t have the urge to spread my lips open for my son and watch him get hard over me.
“My mom…the perfect role-model.” He shook his head and walked out.
“Don’t forget that we have a show scheduled for tonight!” I called after him.
“Whatever,” he replied disdainfully from his bedroom.
I stood at the sink splashing water on my crotch to rinse away the mess and fought the desire to masturbate right there and then. I didn’t want to risk Jesse knowing how turned on I was by our little encounter. I’d save my horniness for the cam. Who knows, maybe I could earn a few extra bucks for a real orgasm instead of a faked one. Either way, I couldn’t help scolding myself for looking forward to tonight’s show with my son as much as I was.
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I sat in front of the cam wearing my new semi-sheer black and white corset thingie with suspenders and thigh-highs getting more pissed off by the minute. Our show was supposed to start at 9 o’clock. It was nearly 10:00 and Jesse wasn’t home yet. I’d tried his cell phone every five minutes for the past hour, but he wasn’t picking up. We’d had over forty perverts ready and willing to pay good money to see a desperate mother give her surly son a handjob, but one by one they’d begun looking elsewhere for cheap thrills. There were about fifteen guys left, and they weren’t going to stick around for much longer.
The sound of Jesse’s truck pulling into the driveway gave me an inkling of hope that we might be able to salvage the night and pull in at least a few bucks. I tried to calm myself as I heard his heavy work boots clomping loudly across the kitchen floor. He went right past my open bedroom door without so much as a word.
“Hey!” I yelled, hitting the mute button for my headset. “Get back here!”
“Wha tha fuck d’ya wan’ now, bitch?” Jesse stumbled back to my doorway and stood there unsteadily.
“You’re drunk!”
“I’m not drunk, yer drunk!” He laughed at his own idea of a joke.
“I wish. We’ve got a show scheduled for right now!”
“Oh, shiiit, I f’rgot all ’bout it.” He took a couple loose steps into my room. “Mommy wants ta jack off my big hog again, eh?” Jesse grabbed his crotch.
“What I want is to make enough money to live in this shithole for one more lousy month.”
“Don’ be mad, Mommy. I’ll help ya make yer hooker slut money.” He fumbled with his belt buckle and dropped his pants.
I was even more pissed now that he was home, but I was going to at least try to make something out of it. I took a deep breath, put my headset back on, and started up the group show room. I only got eight people to join, plus BeaverMan415. At least it was something.
“C’mon, Mommy, lemme see them big saggy tits ya got there.” Jesse pulled the strap off my shoulder and one of my boobs fell out. He grabbed it, handling it roughly in his calloused hand. He’d never touched me like that before. “Mommy’s got some nice ol’ titties, don’t she?”
It looked like the show was starting. I had no choice but to play along and try to make the best of it.
“Yeah, baby boy, you like Mommy’s titties, don’t you? Bet you’d like to for me to let you suck them.”
“Hell, no! What kinda sick fuck d’ya think I am? I ain’t suckin’ on them dried up ol’ things.” He struggled to push his boxers down.
I helped him, freeing his half-hard dick. I grabbed it, hoping he wasn’t too wasted to get it up. I began stroking him and he let out a drunken giggle. The good news was that I could feel him getting hard in my hand. The bad news was that I also heard a couple customers leaving while I worked my son’s hard-on up to full steam.
‘We’ve seen this all before.’ BeaverMan’s message appeared in the text window. ‘How about something new?‘
“Like what?” I asked into my microphone, as I continued to rub Jesse.
‘50 token if you suck him off.‘
I hated myself for hoping he would suggest exactly that.
“Cody,” I saw that his eyes were closed as he stood swaying next to me. “Cody! Someone offered fifty for me to give you a blowjob.”
“Then what’r’ya waitin’ fer, bitch? Suck it!” He pushed his dick rudely toward my face.
I guess he was too drunk to bother negotiating for his dignity like he usually did. Or, maybe he wanted it as much as I did. I tried not to think about it too much and leaned over to take the head of his cock between my lips. A strange sensation washed over me as I crossed yet one more line I never imagined I would. I actually had my son’s penis in my mouth. What the hell was wrong with me? I leaned in further, taking in as much of his cock as I could manage. Mmm, nothing felt wrong about that. Nothing at all.
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