My Only Fan Part 4

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/um9k2m/my_only_fan_part_1)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ux7sb9/my_only_fan_part_2)

[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/v3s2gx/my_only_fan_part_3)

I awoke with a start the next morning and felt a buzz of excitement as I remembered the events of the past night. I popped the dating app up on my phone and messaged my mother, Layla, as “Miles.”

“Fuck babe, that video was just what I wanted.”

I was planning on shutting it down and getting ready for the day when I saw three dots indicating mom was typing back.

“You’re a fucking pervert. Am I done now you sick fuck?”

I smiled, “I thought about it, but I came sooo hard last night that I figured, why stop? You’ve given me so much ammunition. I could destroy your whole life.”

A few seconds past before her response blinked in, “please stop this.”

I felt a twinge of guilt, but shorter than the others. I was aware I had moved past wanting to teach my mother a lesson about internet safety. I just didn’t care.

“No. I’m having too much fun. You’re like a free personal Only Fans account.” I wrote back. “So sit tight and don’t get any ideas.”

With that I shut the app down, swung my legs out of bed and got changed. I slid my legs out of the silky black crotchless g-string I’d masturbated in the night before and pulled on my favorite every day sexy underwear, a matching pink Victoria’s secret thong and bra that cupped my 34C breasts in a way that made them jiggle with every step. From there I pulled on my low rise skinny jeans and a tight white t-shirt thin enough that you could see the pink outline of my bra and headed downstairs.

My mother was already busying making herself coffee. I could tell she was out of sorts. All she was wearing was her bathrobe. It was cinched sloppily in a way that revealed her whole left breast to me when she leaned over to pour her coffee. The sight of her exposed nipple sent a shock of electric tingles to my crotch.

With that feeling I came to a quiet internal realization, “do I want to fuck my own mom?…shit…I do…”

With that, the beginnings of a plan were formed. I couldn’t make my mom fuck me. But maybe “Miles” could make us fuck each other.

“Ahem” I coughed to my mom as I walked into the kitchen as I nodded towards her exposed chest.

“Oh, shit.” she responded as she stood up and retied her robe. “sorry. It’s been kind of a crazy week.” She responded.

“I get it,” I told her.

“It’s not even 7AM, where are you going all sexy like that?” my mom asked.

“Just felt like putting in the effort today” I replied. “you never know who’s looking. Anyway, I’m meeting a friend for breakfast so I gotta run.”

I gave my mom a peck on the cheek (another thrill ran through me) and grabbed my keys.

“OK honey.” she grabbed my arm and pulled as I walked by. “hey!” she said.

I started for a moment and a cold flash of adrenaline sliced through me.

“I love you.” she said, looking me straight in the eyes.

“I love you too, mama” I replied and pecked her again just to the left of her lips.

With that, I left the house, breathing a sigh of relief.

Breakfast with a friend turned out to be an out of the way Starbucks for me. “Miles” had work to do. I began crafting a message.

“Watching that video of you, I realized the only thing hotter than you has to be your fuckin daughter. So here’s what you’re gonna do. You’re going to hide a video camera in her bathroom and I want a video of her showering.” I thought it was a nice touch as my mom and I shared a bathroom.

My mom was at work by this time so it might be a good bit before she responded. But again I was wrong, this was clearly first on her mind.

“No. Came the response. I won’t do it. Get me fired. Ruin my reputation. Get my daughter to hate me. I won’t.”

Shit. I thought. The fuck do I do now? A few moments later I realized I had a play.

“Do this and I won’t blackmail you with your pics and vids anymore.”

A minute passed.

“This is the last request?” she texted back.

“The fuck did I just write? Now scoot if you wanna get what you need and get it all set up before your daughter comes home.” I wrote.

I then proceeded to spend the rest of the day out, killing time before heading home.

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The rest of the day passed at a glacial pace and I finally headed home.

As I walked in, I saw my mom watching TV.

“Geez mom, you scared me, you’re home a little early!”

“oh, I was just feeling a little out of it so I left work early,” she said.

“Gotcha. Okay, well, put something on, I’ll join you in a bit. I need to get a shower, or maybe a bath, I was out in the heat all day.”

I saw her start as I said shower. Just imperceptibly, just a bit. But she did.

“Okay hon, I’ll think of what we should watch,” she replied.

I headed upstairs and into my bathroom. I stopped myself just a second before I started tearing the room apart looking for a camera. “yikes” I thought. “I’d have no way to know that was there.”

Instead I stopped, and started to undress. It was odd. I wanted to undress all sexy, like a stripper, but I didn’t sant to make it too glamorous. In the end I thought I walked a fine line, shimmying out of my jeans and panties, then pulling off my shirt and unclasping my bra, my firm breasts falling out of the cups.

I turned on the tub and went and peed. Nice little non-sexy touch, I thought.

With the hot water running I decided my little cam show could use me shaving. So I lathered up my legs and slowly started the process of making sure I was completely smooth. A few minutes later I was done.

I rubbed my legs to make sure they were smooth and then lathered up my crotch. Slowly, carefully, I shaved around my pussy, flicking shaving cream into the water.

The friction of the razor, my pulling at the skin around my vulva, and the thought I was in camera, maybe even being watched live, had me completely wet.

I let the tub start to drain to clear out the cream and then I turned on the shower. “time for a show” I thought.

Pulling the detachable head down, I set the hot water spray to “pulsing massage.” I leaned my back against the back wall and almost involuntarily spread my legs. No matter where the camera was, I knew I was on full display.

I lowered the showerhead and let the pulsing high intensity spray hit my clit. Stars flashed across the corners of my vision making me realize just how turned on and horny I was.

I immediately moaned and did so with a little more enthusiasm than usual. I took my left hand and aggressively began to twist my left nipple.

The pulses were irresistible and I was moaning in waves, hoping my mother was watching her little girl make herself cum like a bitch in heat.

My left leg began to twitch and my breath came in short halted half breaths, my tits jiggling and shaking with my body.

I leaned my head back just in time to moan out, “ohhhhh…mmmm…fuckkkkkk!!!” as my orgasm seemed to press in on my whole body like the steam of the shower. I felt my muscles around my pussy clench as I struggled to stay on my feet as I moaned like a whore as the waves rushed through me.

I finally sank to the ground, and setting the shower head beside me took my right hand and inserted two fingers into my tingling slit. Pulling them out I brought them up across my wet, naked body and, reaching my lips, I drew them inside me, sucking the taste of my own juices.

I shivered, stood up and put the showerhead back. As I shampooed my hair and rinsed I just had one thought on my mind.

“Time to see if my mother sends the video of me to Miles…”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/v88o2v/my_only_fan_part_4