It had been almost two months since Dez (short for Desiree) had made the shocking discovery of a cache of nude pics under her son Shawn’s mattress. Maybe that’s not something that’s so unusual. Most eighteen year old boys have a similar stash somewhere. What was shocking was the fact that the nude pics were of Dez herself.

I had taken them a few weeks before during a little impromptu photo shoot that we had down in the living room. It had been risky, but that was half the fun of it. The kids, or anyone else, could have come home at any minute. And the drapes in front of the windows were a running joke with us. They were so sheer that it almost enhanced the ability to see into the house.

So when Dez stripped her clothes off and threw them down the laundry shoot and had me do the same, we were fully committed. I set up the camera as fast as I could, while Dez put a comforter over the sofa and lit a few candles. The whole thing lasted for maybe an hour before we adjourned upstairs. But that was a hot hour.

I took about a hundred shots of her in various positions. Dez is, by everyone’s estimation, beautiful. In fact, she’s hot as hell. Shoulder length blonde hair, and an incredible, petite body, and perfect C-cup boobs. And she trims her pubic hair, which is slightly darker that the stuff on her head, into a sort of wide, soft landing strip. Every time I see her naked it’s everything I can do to keep from exploding in two seconds. So taking a flattering shot of her is not too difficult.

All of the pictures were, for the most part, tasteful representations of the female form. But one or two were also slutty as hell. Those were the most troubling for more than one reason. Dez could be a real porn star when she had a mind to be one. She puts most Only Fans girls to shame. They look like prudes in comparison.

Somehow, Shawn had found the SD card from the camera. He didn’t take it; that would have given him away. He left it there for me to retrieve. But he had made photo prints (really crisp and clear ones) and hid them under his mattress. More than a few of them, the really explicit ones, were “glued” together. And when Dez first discovered them, three or four weeks later, this fact made her pretty distraught. How would anyone feel knowing their son was jacking off and squirting his semen between the virtual legs of his own mother?

…

I could hear her crying upstairs when I came home that day. So I immediately went up to see what the problem was. She was sitting on the end of the bed with a sheaf of papers clutched in her hand and wearing just a robe.

“What’s going on?” I asked, not really wanting to know the answer. I thought of a thousand possible things, all unpleasant.



“I found these,” she said on the edge of anger. She held the papers out to me. It didn’t take long to recognize them. But I was baffled as to where they came from since I had never made any prints myself.

“You told me that you deleted them! I thought you said they were gone!”

“I did delete them,” I told her. But I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. There was a detail about that night that never really sat well with me.

After our little photo shoot we had gone upstairs to finish what we had started. When we were done Dez asked me to go down and get the camera so that I could delete the pictures. So I brought it upstairs and made a show of erasing the pictures while lying there in bed with her. But what I was really doing was swapping cards between slots and pretending that I was deleting pictures. I wasn’t about to erase that treasure trove of memories. Sometimes Dez and I are not together and I need some inspiration.

Later, I took that SD card and put it into the printer slot to hide it from Dez. She was going to take a look at the camera herself, for sure. I meant to come back for it, but one thing lead to another and I forgot. Eventually, though, I did come back for it and everything seemed fine. That would have been the end of it but for Shawn’s incredible lack of discretion.

His mother, of course, occasionally had to straighten up his room. Otherwise the place would have been condemned. He was like many boys: an utter slob. Clothes on the floor wherever they fell off his body, bags of chips, and a collection of wads of toilet paper among other unseemly things. That’s all to be expected. But someone had to stem the tide. And that person was his mother, naturally. So she cleaned, and she occasionally found things. But this time I was the one who got in trouble.

“Dez, I swear, I got rid of them the very next day. I know I said I deleted them that night. I shouldn’t have lied. But they were so beautiful I just didn’t have the heart to get rid of them.” My voice shook with the realization of my guilt and the inevitable consequences. She just sat silently, more silently than I’d ever seen her sit before. This was the big one. This was nuclear. And after a painful minute of this terrible quiet, I said as contritely as I could, “I understand if you don’t want to see me right now. It was a mistake. I’m so sorry, Dez.” No answer, and even more silent. I paused to gather my courage. There was a very good chance that it was over, and I knew it. She made no move to speak. We were done.

“I’ll pack some things and go,” I said. Strangely, my voice sounded almost bored. I felt utterly and overwhelmingly defeated. And I was suddenly numb with the realization of that defeat as I began to open the dresser drawer to take my clothes out.

From behind me I could hear Dez begin sobbing again. “Don’t”, she said almost inaudibly. “Don’t go. It’s not that. It’s not you.” she said.

I turned around slowly, like I was trying to keep from frightening a small bird, and took a step or two toward her, and then stopped again.

“Come sit here beside me,” she said, and put her hand on the bed next to her. I did as I was commanded without hesitation.

I had not been able to see it while standing behind her, but her robe was open, and she was not wearing anything underneath it. Her hair was still damp like she had just gotten out of the shower. I sat looking directly at her waiting for her to speak.

“It’s not you Seb. It’s me. It’s something I did. I’m just too ashamed to tell you,” she blurted out finally. “I feel like some kind of demented pervert.”

“What are you talking about,” I asked quietly. “It was me. I took the pictures. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Yes I did.” She turned her head away from me before going on. “I… I liked the fact that he found them. It made me… It turned me on.” Another small half-sob escaped her.

The revelation hit me hard. I didn’t even know what to say exactly. I couldn’t process where I stood in this. So I decided to just go with fact finding. Don’t get into the emotional aspect of it, I reasoned. That will just get messy in a big hurry.

“Did you just take a shower? Your hair is wet.”

“Yes. I had to.” Dez was still sniffling but now it sounded a little forced, like she was trying to keep up the show.

“What do you mean?” I asked. And, by way of an answer, she held up the rabbit that was concealed by her far leg. “I used it twice,” she said and let her hand fall into her lap.

I let that sink in for a moment before going on. The discovery had not made her angry; it had made her horny.

“Dez. Don’t worry about it too much. It’s just a fantasy. It’s okay.”

“It’s not like you’re not going to act on it. There’s probably a lot of women who feel the same thing at times. And it’s the same with Shawn. He’s going through a phase. He’ll grow out of it.”

She turned her head to me and looked into my eyes helplessly. “That’s just it, Seb. I don’t want him to grow out of it. He loves me. I mean, He loves me like a man loves a woman. And I think I love him the same way.”

I was jolted. She wasn’t sad because she did something perverted. She felt that she was cheating on me. And she was. She was torn between us. I was being cuckolded by her son.

“I don’t want you to leave me. I love you. But I love Shawn too. I love him as my son, and…” She trailed off lamely.

“Are you saying that you want it to go further?”

“I don’t want to lose you, Seb. I love you, and I love us together like you can’t imagine. But I feel like I’ll go crazy if I don’t have Shawn. I don’t know what to do.” Now she started to cry again for real. I could see that this was not going to be solved in and hour. So I just reached my arms around her and held her until she stopped.

…

 

Great start, please continue!

 

Great start.

 

Interested to see where this goes.

 

I have to see more, this story has my mind racing

 

https://forum.xnxx.com/threads/a-romantic-mother-and-son-story-part-2.682194/

 

Hi

 

I can’t wait for more. And I have some experience on the pics…

 

This might be a little off topic, but I just had this idea for a story that starts like this:

The phys Ed teacher looked sternly at all of us boys now that the bulk of the sex Ed class was over. He had opened the floor for questions, but had gotten only evasive glances from his charges. So he decided to wind up the lecture with some advice for us.

"Since there aren't any questions, I'll just say this; because of the nature of our small and close community, it's only a matter of time before you ejaculate (yes he had to use that word) into either your mother or one of your sisters. When this happens, try not to worry. The chances of a problem with the birth are actually fairly low. But once you've done that much, you might as well take full advantage of it and repeat it often.
Speaking for myself, I'll tell you that there is nothing quite like planting your seed in your mother. And trust me, she will enjoy it as well. Class dismissed."


Whatdya think?

 

A minimal introduction of the story characters--back ground, etc.--would be especially appreciated.

 

I think you should add "and your sisters' after "in your mother" Sounds like there is some potential there.
By the way, "The Trip Home Ch 3 will be posted later this week. The rough draft is already partially refined and edited. It keeps getting better, I hope. Thanks for the reply.
Check you later dude. I need to get onto Part 2. This could get hot. I never had any sexual interest in my mother but her sister and I fucked like rabbits for years.

 

Good idea. I'll do a Part-0 and outline the people/characters and genesis of it all.

 

I shamefully have to whole-heartedly agree filling your loving sad lonely abused cheated mummy with her lovely young hairless baby boys smooth throbbing little cock isnt easy to better no matter how young or older you are lucky to get the amazing opportunity fucking your own little fuck toy slut broken mummies mouth cunt and tight shithole I soon discovered daddy never was given mummy permission to enter with his pathetic cheating limp little dick! This was up until the evening returning home fairly tipsy very horny after several drunken phone calls from my gorgeous petit shy quiet innocent looking little live in girlfriend with her tipsy identical older looking mummy confessing her own sexual fantasies in the background to ashamed to take her daughters cell phone to tell me directly what mummies admitted alone to her youngest submissive sex toy daughter sharing a few bottles of wine ordering me out my house to go enjoy a few beers with my mates down my local pub that eventful early summer evening!

 

Found this great illustration for the story.

 

Thinking of combining this with the other two parts and putting it on the sex stories part of this site as one complete piece. Any thoughts?