“If it is with you, then yes.” He grinned suddenly.
“What?” I said, recognizing that he’d probably thought of something, probably something naughty.
“Send her a photo. My cock in your pussy. No faces. She’ll get the message.”
I laughed, nodding. “You’re on!” I glanced at my watch, the only thing I was wearing, apart from my wedding ring. “Nine thirty now. Let’s finish that bottle of wine and then we’ll go to bed, take a photo and have us some fun.”
“Best idea I’ve heard in ages. Pass me your glass and I’ll get us a refill.”
An hour later, we’d finished the wine, washed, brushed our teeth and were ready for bed. And more illicit sex. I brandished my phone.
“Ready for a sexy photo, stud?”
“More than one if you like?”
“What, a sequence?”
“Not necessarily, but I was thinking three shots – one of your pussy, one of my erect cock, and one of my cock buried in your pussy. Possibly slightly withdrawn to show me wet with your juices?”
“Sounds good to me, honey. Here,” I said, passing him my phone. “Pussy shot first.” I lay back and spread my legs, revealing my presumably visibly wet pussy — it certainly felt wet to me – and he took a photograph, angling the phone carefully so as not to show anything that could identify me. He studied the picture for a moment, then grinned and passed me the phone.
“Behold your sexy pussy, Mom.”
“Sheesh, I look wet, don’t I?”
“Because you are wet.”
“Okay, stud, kneel tall, cock shot next.” Shot taken, I studied the picture for a moment, then passed him my phone. “If I wasn’t wet already, I would be after seeing that shot,” I said, with what felt like a mile-wide grin.
“I can see why you’d feel that way,” he said, laughing, because his cock looked hot and hard. Which it was, of course. “Okay, Mom, time for my cock in your pussy again. Ready?”
“Of course I’m fucking ready, idiot! I’ve been ready ever since we had this silly idea. Get your cock in me, and get it nice and wet.” Well, to hear was to obey, and very shortly afterwards, after a wriggle or two to spread my juices, he was buried to his balls in my soaking wet pussy. He gave a quick couple of strokes to make sure his cock was good and wet, then paused.
“Time for the last photo, Mom. Can you manage, or do you want me to take it?”
“Pull out slightly, hold yourself clear with your arms straight, sweetie, and let’s see if I can manage. Okay? Ready? Hold it there, honey. Okay, let’s see.” I studied the picture for a moment, and then laughed. “I think that will do very nicely. What do think?”
I passed him the phone and he looked at the screen. I knew what he was seeing – one lower belly, female, neatly trimmed dark blonde pubic hair, widely spread thighs, between them one torso, male, an erect penis glistening with sexual juices, well buried in the female pussy. Fairly obviously a photo taken during an act of copulation. He looked over at me and nodded, passing the phone back to me.
“I think that will do very nicely, Mom. Going to send it — send them — now?”
“No, I’m not. What I’m going to do now is fuck my son, since his lovely cock is still buried in my pussy, until the two of us climax, preferably together, and then recover our equilibrium together. Then, and only then, will I send Molly the pictures. For now, honey, concentrate on what we’re doing, but it’s okay if you let a corner of your mind think about what message to send with the photos.” I stretched across and put my phone on the bedside cabinet, then turned back to him. “Okay, honey, let’s fuck!”
And they were the only coherent words either of us spoke for some time as we concentrated on giving each other the maximum pleasure possible, the two of us managing to climax together in a wondrous rush of satisfaction and excitement.
“Whoo!” I said, gasping for breath. “That was good!”
“Damn right it was. Best sex I ever had, that’s for sure.”
“You’re so like your father, it was almost as if it was him making love to me, so thank you for that memory, son.”
“You’re welcome. Okay, ready for me to withdraw? I’ll get a washcloth and towel for us as well, eh?”
“Good thinking! And then we need to think of a message for Molly.”
Using the washcloth and towel to clean ourselves up took only a couple of minutes, and when he came back from the bathroom I had my phone in my hand. I grinned at him.
“Just reminding myself what the photos are,” I said. “Any thoughts on a message to go with them?”
“Something short and to the point, I think. How about, ‘you were right’?”
I thought for a moment. “Maybe. Or how about, ‘tab A duly inserted into slot B. Result — satisfaction?”
“Good one, Mom. Or how about, ‘look at what you made us do’?”
“Yeah! Let’s go with that.” My fingers flickered over the keys for a while, then I clicked on ‘send’. “It’s only ten-fifteen. We might get a response tonight.”
In fact the response came within twenty minutes. We were just lying quietly, holding hands, when my phone pinged with an incoming text message. I read it and then passed the phone to Peter with a grin. He looked at the screen to see a picture similar to one of ours, a cock-in-pussy image, except that in Molly’s shot neither cock nor pussy showed any trace of pubic hair. The accompanying message read, ‘Welcome to MILFdom. Well done. Knew you would enjoy it. PS: Shaving recommended, especially for oral’.
Peter and I looked at each other, and I arched my brows. “Shall we?”
“Shave?”
“Yes.”
“Not sure, Mom. We’re planning on going back to Pilgrim’s Bay, aren’t we?”
“Yes, we are. In fact, I’d like to go tomorrow. You?”
“Sounds good. If we do, we can see how many folk are shaved. I’m pretty sure quite a few of the women we saw there today were shaved, but I’m not sure about the men. It’s not something I pay attention to.”
“Good point. So how about I shave, and we trim your pubic hair a little so that if we have oral sex, neither of us gets a mouthful of hair,” I said, laughing.
“Sounds like a plan, Mom.” He paused, studying me. “You like oral sex?”
“I loved it with your Dad, both giving and receiving. How about you?”
“Not something I have a lot of experience with, to be honest. Jill and I do it occasionally as a change of pace, or she’ll maybe blow me if she has her period, but not often.”
“Well, let’s get me shaved, and you trimmed, and indulge ourselves, eh?”
“Sounds like a plan, Mom. Um, can I shave you?”
“Ooh, yes, please!” I replied, my pussy pulsing at the thought.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen Peter be as careful doing anything as he was shaving my pussy, but I made sure he had easy access, and was quick to tell him if there was any discomfort, or to guide him so that twenty or so slow and careful minutes after we’d started, I was shaved clear around my pussy. Washed, dried, I applied some of my skin lotion then pronounced myself satisfied, giving him a congratulatory kiss.
“Well done, sweetheart. Good work.” I grinned. “Now for you.” I brandished a small pair of scissors I keep in my bedside locker and pushed him onto his back. “Keep still, honey. I don’t want any accidents.”
I was as careful trimming Peter’s pubic bush as he had been shaving mine. I didn’t cut much off, but I knew that, erect, his cock would be unobstructed for my mouth, if I wanted to blow him. And I did, I could hardly wait to get my mouth on his lovely cock. Finished, I sat back, then grinned at him.
“I reckon that will do very nicely, sweetie. I shouldn’t get a mouthful of hair when I blow you, anyway.”
“When? Not if?”
“Definitely when, honey, definitely when. No if about it.”
“So, how about now?”
I grinned. “My thoughts exactly. Shuffle up the bed a little, and let me kneel between your legs. I’ll blow you first, and then you can eat me.”
“Might take a while, Mom, I’ve already come twice today.”
“That’s okay. I’m not planning on going anywhere, sweetheart, so let me at him!” And I leaned forward, my lips closing over his cock, my hair tumbling to obscure my face. I groaned inwardly at the pleasure of feeling a cock in my mouth, but not just any cock, this cock was my son’s! My hand went up to sweep back my hair and I looked up at him. I winked, and he laughed, and stroked my hair. I let him slip from my mouth for a moment, my fingers continuing a gentle stimulation.
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