“Like I told you, I just needed some fresh air,” Jason says.
“To have sex? It’s not like we haven’t done it before. You never had trouble getting it up then.”
“I’m not having trouble,” he snaps back at her.
“Then what would you call it? I’m over here sucking on your dick and you can’t even stay hard enough for me to put the condom on?”
“I’m just not in the mood, okay? Plus my mom said you should be in the guest room tonight. I want to respect her rules.”
“You’re such a little momma’s boy, you know that. That’s all you ever talk about. Hell, the best sex we’ve ever had was when we were roleplaying and I let you call me ‘Mommy’. I’m starting to think you really do have a thing for your mother.”
I cover my mouth to keep my gasp to a minimum. Has Jason always had a thing for me? I just assumed this was something new.
“I…uhhh,” he mutters.
“Oh my god, you do..”, she says.
“Lisa, that’s enough,” Jason says in a calm and collected manner.
“So do I need to put a bag over my head with a picture of your mother on it for you to fuck me now? Is that it?” Her sassy tone now starting to shine.
“I said enough. Sit down.” His tone shifts from asking to outright demanding.
She sits on his bed, her arms still folded across her body. Time slows as they sit in silence and with me trying extra hard not to make a pep in the dead quiet room. Lisa scoots over to Jason and takes his hand into her own.
“I’m sorry, you know how I get sometimes. I need to lay down though. That Ambien I took is starting to kick in, I can feel it.”
Jason just nods before she crawls onto the other side of the bed and lays her head on the edge of his pillow. A few minutes pass before Jason stands up, walks over to her side of the bed and pulls the comforter from under her before covering her up.
He really is such a sweet kid.
He makes his way back over to his side of the bed and sits down with his back against the headboard and his legs stretched out. He grabs his phone off the bed side table and starts to use it.
Damn it, I’m going to be here forever at this rate.
I quietly sit down in the closet as my drunk self doesn’t feel like standing much longer. Time creeps by as I watch Jason through the closet door slats. That’s when I notice it.
Is he…?
I climb to my knees and press my face to the door, trying to get a better look at his phone. It’s slanted just enough that I can barely make out what’s on the screen. It looks like a picture of me in my swimming suit from the camping trip we just went on. As he swipes through the pictures, it’s clear they are all from our camping trip.
That sneaky boy took a bunch of pictures without me knowing.
He switches his phone to his left hand and uses his right to pull his shorts down a bit, enough to expose his cock . He works it with his right hand while scrolling through more pictures with his left. It’s hard to take my eyes off of him playing with himself but I’m curious as to what pictures he’s masterbating to.
As I watch picture after picture, they are all of me. Most of them are me in some type of compromising position. Bent over in my swimwear, cleavage shots, ass shots. Anything he could get his hands on it seems. At this point his cock is hard as a rock while he pumps away, fueled by the photos.
My mind begins to wander again, remembering how good he made me feel on that trip. How exciting and naughty the whole situation was. Still on my knees, I slide my hand between my legs and robe. Easy access since I’m not wearing any undergarments.
My eyes dart from his stroking hand to his phone every time he swipes. Watching him fantasize about me and our past encounter turns me on like no other. His lust over me only enhances my own. My finger massages my clit while I continue to spy on my unknowing son.
As he swipes to the next picture, it catches my eyes. The last few have clearly been of me but this one is hard to make out. It’s too close of a shot and I’m too far away to get a good view. He swipes again, this time I’m able to make some of it out. It’s clearly a shot of someone’s penis and an ass.
He swipes again, more of the same just at a different moment in time it seems. As he continues it finally dawns on me. The sleeping bag, the position of the pictures. It’s when we were in the tent. He took pictures of us when we had sex.
My eyes widen and my heart skips a beat as he swipes one more time. A video begins to play of his cock fucking my soaking wet pussy from behind. Audio blasts through his phone. I can make out my voice begging him to fuck me, even over the hard rain pounding the tent. I hear his abdomen bouncing against the top of my ass as he plows that heavenly cock deep in me.
My first thought is, holy fuck does that look hot. Secondly, I can’t believe he recorded that and third, what if Lisa wakes up? He’s basically watching a porno right next to her. I remember what she said, she took an Ambien and it was kicking in. Jason must already know what it does to her and knows she’ll be out cold. He uses his right hand to fully pull down his shorts before kicking them completely off. Now with more freedom, he parts his legs open and really starts to beat his meat.
“You love your son don’t you?” he mumbles. “You love it when he fucks your warm wet pussy?”
If there’s one thing that turns me on more than seeing his glorious dick, it’s talking dirty. It’s been hard for me to get into it in the past, especially if I’m the one saying it but fuck…I love hearing it. Especially when it’s coming from my son’s mouth.
“Your so fucking perfect. I love everything about you. I want to fuck you night and day. I want you to be my girlfriend. I want it all.” He says out loud.
My swollen clit’s on fire while my fingers rub and caress it. My orgasm builds as the pleasure intensifies. My eyes now firmly locked on his lucious cock, trying to hold myself back from busting through this closet door and fucking him right here and right now.
**DING**
Jason stops mid-stroke and looks over to the closet. I hold my breath and look behind me, seeing my phone on the carpet. I must have forgotten I put it in the robe’s pocket and it must have fallen out. I turn my head back to Jason who’s already gotten back to jerking off. I quickly snatch up the phone before noticing it’s a text from Julie. I put in my passcode and read the text.
“Hey, got a little evidence for you. Thought you would like to know that you’re making the right decision,” it reads.
There’s an attached video below it that I hit play on. It’s of Tyler at what looks to be a hotel bar with a woman. A woman who I instantly recognize as his co-worker Amy. I have the audio turned off so I can’t hear anything but it’s clear they are flirting. The video then follows them as they leave the bar. From how far and careful the person recording the video is, it’s obvious they are hiding and trying not to get caught.
It follows them down the hallway until they both stop at a room door. They kiss for a brief moment before she unlocks the door and pulls him inside by the hand. I look away from my phone in disgust, even though I knew what was going on already. This is just proof that I’m not crazy.
“Was this you recording them?” I text back. I watch the ‘…’ bubble as she types.
“I can’t confirm nor deny that I may or may not have followed your husband after work and spied on him all night,” she texts back
“You’re a true friend,” I text. I was a little angry when I first watched the video but that feeling has already faded. I’m happy that I know I’m doing the right thing. That I wasn’t nuts, like he kept trying to make me feel.
“Anytime. Have a good night. Later lover,” she texts. I smile and put the phone back on the floor. Just as I turn my head back to the closet door, it opens. There stands Jason, his phone in one hand and the closet door handle in the other.
“Mom? What are you doing?” he says with a confused look on his face.
A thousand emotions rush through my body in an instant. Embarrassment, shame, anger, regret, lust. The most prominent one being desire. My desire for his thick, hard, pre-cum dripping cock, that’s inches from my face. Without a second thought I lunge forward, parting my lips around his erection while my hands hold onto his hips for balance. My horny and tipsy self needs some stability.
“Oh fuck yes,” he says out loud as he enters my warm and wet mouth. I’ve never been the blowjob type woman but there was just something about his dick that made me crave it.
As my tongue swirls around his mushroom head, his sweet and salty pre-cum mixes with my saliva. The taste only makes me want him more. I continue bobbing my head up and down his shaft, taking it deeper with every pass. My sloppy drunk self drools all down his length to his balls. He places his hand on the back of my head, guiding his cock down my throat as his hips move in defiance to my motion. I gag as he passes my uvula before pushing himself further down.
“Mom, I’m going cum soon,” he mutters. Hearing those words and the thought of my sweet boy cumming in my mouth entices me to up my game. I take my right hand off of his hip and cup his balls, rolling them around my palm like chinese baoding balls. I release his cock from my mouth just enough for a quick gasp of air and to speak.”It’s okay baby, I want to taste you,” I say while looking up at him, reassuring him that I’m ready.
His face lights up like a kid on Christmas morning. I plunge my head back down, throating as much of his dick as I can. Still not able to fully deepthroat him, I manage to take in about two-thirds which makes me damn proud. My right hand is still massaging his balls as I gag, trying to take him as deep as possible.
“Ohhh fuck mom, here I go,” he says as his body tightens up along with his grip around my hair. I brace myself for anything and everything he’s about to give me. Warm sticky liquid shoots straight down my throat, causing me to instantly gag and pull back. I wasn’t expecting such a forceful and large load. I instinctively cough once my throat and mouth are free.
His cock continues to erupt, shooting another large rope of cum all over my nose, cheek and lips. I hurry up and latch my mouth back onto his head just before another stream fills my mouth, then another and another. It’s like this boy hasn’t cum in years.
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