[Incest][MF][Mom/Son] Mom’s Accidental Selfie (Mom’s XXX Selfies Book 1)

It was just another Friday night all alone for me, it seemed. I didn’t mind too much, though. I had my favorite video game to play, and a nice cold beer. Sure, I was only nineteen and wasn’t legally allowed to drink, but my mom was cool about it.

She was cool about a lot of things. Maybe a lot of guys would be embarrassed to admit that they were close with their moms, but I wasn’t. My dad bailed before I was even born, when mom was only eighteen, and it had always just been the two of us, but we liked it that way.

Most of my friends were at parties, or with their girlfriends, but I’d never been good at any of that stuff. I felt awkward at the big house parties, and frat parties, or wherever the hell they were. And I didn’t have much luck with girls, either. The last few parties I went to started out okay, I had some drinks with some friends, we were having a good time, but then as the night goes on, everyone pairs off and hooks up.

But the most I’d ever done was make out with a girl, and feel her up for like half a second. It was a spin-the-bottle game at the very first party I’d attended, back when I was still in senior year. We were in the closet, I barely closed my fingers around her breast, but over her shirt, when everyone else busted in and ruined everything. The girl was Hollie Clarke.

Hollie was the most gorgeous girl in school, at least in my opinion. She was incredibly popular, and everybody loved her. So I guess when fate turned the bottle my way, and I thought all my dreams were about to come true, everybody thought they’d spoil it to see if Hollie was actually going through with it.

And as if fate wasn’t cruel enough, Hollie now attended the same local college I did, so I ended up seeing her most days I was there. It was a horrid reminder that she, and all the other hot girls on campus, were so close and yet so far out of reach.

It’s not like I was ugly or anything, and I kept myself in pretty good shape, especially compared to my high school days. Girls checked me out every now and then at college, I wasn’t oblivious to it. I just… had no game.

“Damn, you son of a bitch!” I yelled at the TV. Some asshole just killed me because he was hiding in the corner like a bitch.

“Did you just die, Chris?” Mom yelled from upstairs.

Oops. I didn’t realize my outburst was that loud. “Yeah, Mom. I died,” I yelled back.

“Get good, scrub!” I rolled my eyes and burst out laughing. “Did I get that right? That’s what you say sometimes.”

“Yeah Mom you nailed it.”

I was still laughing at my mom’s ridiculous comment, I couldn’t even believe she picked that phrase up, and then my phone pinged.

I looked down and saw ‘Mom’ on the screen. That was weird. And it was a picture message? I wondered if she just sent me some kind of meme to follow up her comment.

I swiped open the message, and my jaw nearly hit the fucking floor. Except, it would’ve crashed into my dick on the way down, because suddenly that was rock hard.

*’Is this too slutty?’*

The message was accompanied by a picture of my mom standing in front of a full-length mirror, wearing only high heels, and some incredibly tiny black lingerie.

I stared at the photo, not knowing what else to do. Holy shit. My mom was fucking hot!

That was such a crazy thought to have, and I knew it even as it raced through my head. Clearly the picture wasn’t meant for me, and I shouldn’t have been looking at it. And I especially shouldn’t have been checking her out.

But damn, the way that black lace held up her big, natural tits was magical. The material stretched over the weight of those large, pillowy breasts. I tried to pull my eyes away but I just couldn’t.

My gaze traveled down her toned stomach, and ogled the thin lacy lines of her miniature panties. Somehow I found myself wondering how good they’d look from the back.

I tried to tell myself to stop thinking such things about my own mom, but the blood was surging into my cock and I could feel it throbbing. It was so wrong, it was sick, incestuous. I’d never had thoughts like that before.

I mean, sure, I’d noticed that my mom was attractive and took care of herself. All my friends had always cracked jokes about what a MILF she was. I knew she was pretty, but I’d never lusted over her the way I did as I looked at that picture.

My heart was absolutely pounding in my chest. The excitement, the adrenaline, the shame, it all mixed into one overwhelming rush of knowing I was doing something wrong, but secretly loving it.

I tried to force my head to think rationally. Mom would eventually notice her mistake, surely, so I couldn’t just ignore it in case she eventually brought it up and asked why I never said anything.

I thought about just replying in an innocent, straightforward manner, and telling her that she made a mistake. But I felt bold, and maybe my cock was thinking for me. I was so horny it was clouding my mind. I wanted to have a bit of fun, but keep it light enough that it wasn’t too obvious how much I liked it.

*’Yeah Mom, you’re a total slut! LMAO’*

That seemed good enough. Mom had a good sense of humor, so I hoped she’d take it in good spirits.

I heard a shriek upstairs, followed by lots of laughter. I went upstairs with a grin on my face to talk to her.

When I found her in her bedroom, a little black dress now covering her body, I almost felt a little disappointed. I knew I needed to stop being such a pervert, but she wore the hell out of that dress. Her long, shapely legs looked great, and I knew what was hidden under her outfit.

“Chris, oh my god, I am so, so sorry! I’m mortified. That was meant to go to your Aunt Amy. I was shouting to you about your game, and I guess because I was saying your name I accidentally punched it into my phone too.”

I smiled and laughed along with her. I wanted to tell her she shouldn’t be sorry, but I knew that was a dirty, perverted part of my brain, and I shouldn’t listen to it.

“Why were you sending your sister a picture like that?” I waggled my eyebrows as I spoke, so she knew I was still keeping things light and joking around. Even though all I could think about was my mom’s tits.

“I’m going on a date tonight, and I needed another woman’s opinion, and I trust Amy the most.” She said. Something revved to life inside me and I thought it was… jealousy? No, that couldn’t be right. “The lingerie is new, and I wasn’t sure if I should be wearing it.” Her eyes fell to the floor and her voice went soft as she finished. She sounded vulnerable. Like she was self-conscious of her body.

“Well I’m sure your date will love it, if he’s lucky enough to get to see it.” I didn’t know where those words came from, but they were out there and I couldn’t take them back.

Mom’s eyes locked with mine and lingered for a moment, like she didn’t know how to respond. She narrowed her eyes at me. “Even though I’m a ‘total slut’ huh?” She asked mockingly.

I laughed. “I was just teasing you, Mom.”

The sound of a car horn from outside broke the lingering tension I felt between us. I don’t know what that tension was, or where exactly it came from except my own crazy thoughts, so I was relieved by the interruption.

“Oh! That’s him, I’m sorry sweetie I’ve got to run. Do I look okay?”

Mom held her arms out as if presenting herself. If she only knew the thoughts running through my head about the way she presented herself to me before.

“You’re beautiful, Mom.” I told her sincerely. I couldn’t have meant the words any more than I did. She’d always been beautiful to me, but now those feelings were on overdrive.

Even speaking the words out loud made my heart flutter, and it was as if I could actively feel the blood moving through my veins. What was it about speaking those words out loud that set my nerves on edge and made my cock twitch with desire? I supposed they had taken on a whole new meaning, now. They were laced with a carnal, forbidden lust that I knew I shouldn’t feel, but that I couldn’t deny.

She smiled at my compliment, and her face flushed a little red. “Thank you sweetie.” Mom stepped closer to me and pulled me in for a hug. The scent of her filled my nose pleasantly, a rich mixture of her jasmine shampoo, and fragrant perfume. Her large, luscious tits pressed into my torso, and I prayed that she couldn’t feel my cock hardening for her.

Even I knew how wrong my body’s response was, I couldn’t imagine what she would think if she ever found out. She slipped past me and made her way downstairs and out the front door. I lingered in her room, missing her scent and the shape of her body.

Looking over to her bed, I could see a number of different dresses, and another set of lingerie. Outfits she considered, or tried on and decided against, I assumed. And then I wondered…

I approached the bed and took hold of the blue thong that was left next to its matching bra. Did she just think about this one, or did she wear it first, before changing? The lust took hold of me once again, and despite knowing I shouldn’t, I found myself lifting the underwear towards my face.

Turning it over in my hands, I pressed the gusset into my nose, and inhaled deeply. Fuck. My cock raged in my boxers as I sampled the delicious, heady aroma of my mom’s sweet pussy. With a mind of its own, my hand found its way into my own underwear, and I began stroking my cock while I pressed my mom’s underwear into my face.

I couldn’t believe I was doing it, and I knew I needed to stop immediately, but the smell was completely intoxicating and I just couldn’t get enough. The thrill of doing something so dirty, so taboo, was electrifying. It felt good to break the rules and do something daring.

I thought I heard a noise downstairs, so I quickly stuffed the panties in my pocket and ran out of my room in a panic. I didn’t see anything when I got back to the living room, so I figured it was just something outside, or perhaps my paranoid imagination, so desperate not to get caught.

Thoughts of my mom’s body, and her underwear, the image of her getting fucked by whoever the hell she was on a date with, it all flooded my mind. Figuring that another beer might help, I got one from the kitchen, then tried to play more of my game, but I couldn’t focus. I flicked through fifty TV channels, nothing interested me.

Pulling my phone from my pocket, I opened it to my Mom’s picture again like the sick, addicted pervert I could feel myself becoming. But the hornier I got, the less I cared. My dick was fully hard again, and I swear it felt like it hadn’t gone down since the moment I got that message. Every time I started getting soft, a mental image would flash through my mind and get me going all over again.

If I couldn’t fight it, why not indulge it? It wasn’t hurting anyone. It was just a picture. And some panties…

I pulled down my pants and let my cock spring free. It stood straight up, unmoving but for the throbbing of need. Slowly, I wrapped my fingers around the shaft, and looked at the picture of my sexy mom in her lingerie.

I zoomed in on her tits, and imagined what it would be like to pull them free of their lace prison, so I could see what her nipples looked like. They’d be diamond hard for me, and I could take them in my mouth.

Fuck. I felt so dirty. I wanted, no, I needed my own mom’s tits in my mouth.

Like a lighting bolt, an idea struck me. My phone screen was way too small for this shit. I used the screen mirroring software to display my mom’s photo on the large television screen, in beautiful HD. Holy shit.

Those curves were mesmerizing. I just wanted to bury my face in those big, round tits as my hands explored the playground that was her body. My fingers would glide over those wide hips and down to that ass that I somehow knew for sure would be just perfect. I thought back to any time I’d seen her in tight jeans, the way that supple peach pressed itself against the seams of the denim, threatening to burst out.

My hand stroked up and down my cock, and I spat on it to feel even better. I stared at my mom’s body, longing to know how it would feel to play with it. I wondered what sweet treasure awaited me between her legs, how wet her lips would get for me, if she’d let me play with her ass, too.

My heartbeat thundered in my chest so powerfully the sound filled my ears, and my breathing raged erratically, the realization dawning over me that I wanted to take my mom in every way possible. I wanted her to be my first.

I reached into the pocket of my pants halfway down my legs, and retrieved the panties. I began rubbing them over my cock, enjoying the knowledge that the fabric was recently in contact with her cunt, and now it was on my throbbing erection. I pumped my shaft with the naughty, forbidden fabric, rubbing it over my crown, mopping up the precum and mixing it in with Mom’s dried juices.

Stroking my cock like that felt better than any time before, and I had jerked off a lot. What other choice did a nineteen year old virgin have? But nothing compared to the sheer ecstasy I felt staring at my mom’s juicy tits, and wrapping her slutty underwear around my shaft. No amount of porn could have compared.

“Chris?! What the hell are you doing?”

My head whipped around to see my mom standing in the front door. Holy shit. What the hell? It hadn’t even been an hour, why was she back so early?

“Mom… I… it’s not…” I stuttered, and stammered, and panicked like a motherfucker. My heart raced six million miles per hour, and I was so tense that I had to completely release the grip on my cock, or I would’ve ended up coming just from the rush of it all. Mom’s underwear hung loose around the base of my shaft.

She closed the door and walked into the living room to sit on the couch next to me. I caught her looking at my cock, and she licked her lips. Quickly, she schooled her expression into a cool neutral, and fixed her gaze on mine.

“It’s not what, Chris? It’s not what it looks like? Is that what you were going to say? Because I’m not sure there’s any other way to explain this.”

“I… I know. I’m sorry, Mom. I’m so sorry. I know it’s fucked up, but I just couldn’t stop thinking about that picture and… Maybe I’m drunk, I don’t know.” I said whatever I could think of, but I wasn’t drunk at all, and I was barely even sorry. Truthfully, I was fucking exhilarated.

My nervous system had been replaced with a full-scale electrical grid, and I felt more alive than I’d ever known. My cock didn’t stop throbbing for a single fucking second, even as Mom stared into my eyes with judgment, confusion, and… something else I couldn’t identify.

“Oh, Chris… I know guys your age get incredibly horny, but still. When’s the last time you got laid?”

My eyes went wide. Hers kept flickering down to my dick. I knew I should be scrambling to put it away, but I didn’t want to. All I really wanted to do was rip Mom’s dress off and thrust my dick inside her.

“Never.” I told her.

“Oh, come on. A handsome young man like you with a…” she gestured vaguely to my cock, before clearing her throat. “Tell me the truth.”

“I am, Mom. All I’ve ever done is kiss a girl.”

“Oh my darling. No wonder you’re all, um, pent up. But you really should save this kind of thing for your bedroom. I know you were probably expecting me to be back much later but my date had a work emergency.”

“I know, I’m so sorry. I just got carried away.”

“I can see that,” she said with a bit of a chuckle. I really was surprised at how well she was taking all this. “So, you liked the picture, huh?” Mom asked, nodding her head towards the television screen.

My heart skipped a beat. Or maybe it beat too quickly for me to register it. “Fuck yeah I do, Mom. It’s amazing. You’re amazing.” I couldn’t believe I was being so bold, but fate put this golden opportunity right in front of me and I wouldn’t squander it.

Mom smiled, looked down at her hands in her lap, then looked back up to me. “You really think so? Maybe the camera on my phone is just good.”

“Seriously Mom. You’re fucking hot.”

She blushed, and licked her lips. Then she began to stand up. I had absolutely no idea what was about to happen but it was taking every ounce of strength and willpower I had not to start stroking my cock again. It was still rock hard, and throbbing, and it ached for relief so badly it was almost painful.

Mom stood in front of me, and all I could do was stare up at her, frozen, afraid that if I allowed a single muscle to move, I’d grab my cock, or her, or both.

Slowly, torturously slowly, so slowly that I felt the earth grinding on its axis, Mom reached a hand up to the shoulder strap of her dress, and she began to slide it down over her shoulder. I wanted to speak, to say what, I’m not sure, but I couldn’t.

Her hand glided over to the other strap, lowering that one too. Mom tugged at the hem of her dress, and shimmied until it fell to the ground. She stepped out of it and kicked it to the side.

“How about now, sweetie?” She asked, all innocent like. I was in complete disbelief, and my cock begged for attention.

“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, Mom.” My hand moved to my cock, tentatively wrapping my fingers around my shaft. I watched Mom’s face to see how she’d react, and she watched my hand just as closely. She bit her lip, and I began to stroke, slowly up and down, up and down, grabbing the panties again to work my length with them.

I could see that Mom’s chest was heaving just as much as mine, and I could tell that she was as shocked as I was. We were both completely caught up in the fantastical, atomically charged situation we were in.

Mom turned around, and my hand picked up its pace when I finally got to see that beautiful ass. It swallowed up the tiny underwear she was wearing, and her cheeks were just as juicy and round as I knew they would be.

She reached her hands back and hooked her thumbs in the waistband. Holy shit, was this really happening? With a movement so measured and graceful, my mother bent forward at the waist, keeping her legs locked straight. Her thumbs began to drag her panties down, and my hand began to pump my cock harder and harder.

The lace rolled down her plump ass, exposing her tight hole to me, and then eventually, her glorious pussy. Her lips were slick and wet, and knowing that she was turned on only spurred me on more. My mom’s pussy was wet for me, and she was putting on a show so I could jerk off to her. It was fucking insane, and I never wanted it to end.

With her legs together, her glistening folds were stuck together, and her slit was practically begging for me to kiss it, to run my tongue up its wetness. Mom continued pulling the panties all the way off, then she picked them up, turned back to face me, and sank to her knees.

She held up her panties. “Let’s use these instead.” Her free hand closed over mine, and I pulled it back and for the first time felt Mom’s hot touch on my shaft.

It begged to explode but there was no way I was going to let things end so soon, so I did everything I could to reign in my climax. Mom took the old panties that I was using, and dropped them on the floor. Then her hand closed her fresh underwear around my throbbing cock.

They were warm, so warm, and I could feel the wetness. I could just about smell hints of her sex too, and I craved her like nothing I’ve ever known. Mom’s fingers tightened around me, the silky smoothness of her underwear teasing me, and the electric feeling of skin-on-skin contact wherever her fingers reached past the garment.

I stared down into my mom’s large, loving eyes, and her lips were slightly parted as her breaths came quick and rapid. She worked her hand up and down my shaft, massaging me, swirling and tightening her grip when she reached my tip.

My eyes drifted down to watch her voluptuous chest jiggle as she moved, and as she breathed. Then I noticed that her other hand was between her legs. My mom was actually rubbing her sweet cunt as she jerked me off.

“Does that feel good, baby?” She asked me. Her sultry voice was dripping with sex, and its sound danced through my mind, making my spine shiver.

“Yeah, Mom. It feels so fucking good.”

“Let Mommy take care of all your pent up frustration.”

I sighed out a moan and let my head roll back for just a second, but I couldn’t bear to look away from her any longer than that, so locked my eyes back onto hers, to her heaving tits, to her hand rubbing her cunt.

Mom moaned so sweetly, and the noises mixed with almost-grunts of efforts as she began pumping away at my cock harder and faster.

She brought her hand from her pussy onto the tip of my cock, enveloping me with its hot juices, and then began twisting her hand around my crown as the other hand worked the wet panties up and down my shaft. It was fucking glorious.

My very first handjob was from my drop-dead sexy mom, who was working my dick with her cunt juices and her dirty lingerie. I was in heaven.

“Cum for me, baby. Release all your tension. Cum for Mommy.”

She pumped, and massaged my head, and her tits were bouncing, and everything was so perfect, and electrifying, and I knew I couldn’t hold it back any more. Mom wanted me to cum, and I was about to.

“I’m cumming, Mom. I’m cumming!”

My voice was strained with the exertion, and I felt my balls tightening in that familiar way. Satisfactory delight danced its way up and down my skin, and pulled tight in my very core. Mom’s skillful hands coaxed me to completion, and I felt my climax rising, and rising, and rising, until it reached its very peak. I existed in pure ecstasy for a moment, a paradise of pleasure, and then it exploded and rippled through me.

My cum short forth from my balls, raced up my shaft, and spurted forward from the tip so powerfully some splashed against my Mom’s face. Some dripped down her hands and onto her panties. She rose up higher on her knees, leaned forward, and angled my cock towards her, so my cum erupted all over her glorious cleavage.

The transcendent feeling of it all was almost overwhelming, and it was by far the most powerful and explosive orgasm I had ever achieved. My seed felt almost endless, as hot rope after rope covered my Mom’s tits.

Mom’s hands slowed to an agonizing crawl, as she teased the life out of my cock, milking it for every last drop it had. She licked her lips deviously, making my dick twitch and one last bead of cum dribbled from the tip.

“Such a good boy for Mommy.” She released her hold on my cock, but left the panties there. Mom stood up, and licked some of the cum from her fingers. “You can keep those,” she said, gesturing towards the cum-soaked panties still wrapped around my shaft. “I’m going to go shower, get cleaned up. Why don’t you order us a pizza and we’ll hang out.”

Just like that, she walked off, and I stared at her delicious ass the whole way out. I wondered exactly what she meant about us hanging out, and what the hell was going to happen between us next. Would we just go back to normal, act like nothing happened? I hoped not.

After a few minutes, my phone pinged. The screen lit up to tell me I had another picture from Mom.

Friday night was turning out to be much more fun than usual.

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