Mother and Son Share ‘Before Pictures’. A story, as told to me (M34)

*I’ve been obsessed with incest most of my life, and I’ve been lucky enough to meet and talk to people with real life experiences. I want to begin sharing some of the stories I’ve heard on here, and this is my first attempt. It’s not the most exciting story, and is mostly just build up to something more, but it is just a beginning. For both the story and myself.*

*The dialog is all fictional, and is just based on my own imagining from the story as I was told it by Sarah (fake name). Her son Tom (also a fake name), is going to school while at home due to the pandemic and is over 18. The timeline is condensed but the spirit is true to what really happened. I hope you enjoy. Please leave feedback.*

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Three texts in rapid succession lit up her cell phone as she worked on her laptop at the dining room table. This was her fault. She’d goaded him, acted ignorant, and now she was facing the consequences. Facing the decision of whether or not she would admit to herself how much she wanted to look. Her son’s ‘before’ pictures were waiting on her phone.

He’d caught her yesterday, posing and twirling in front of her computer camera. She had her shirt lifted and held to her chest, exposing more of her bra to him than she’d initially realized, which he’d later tell her. Quarantine had hit her hard. Ten pounds in just over two months and she was really feeling it. And now her son, Tom, was seeing it.

“Sorry mom, didn’t mean to barge in.” He quickly turned and tried to leave but she stopped him from retreating. She wasn’t sure why she felt compelled to reach out and grab his arm like that. Maybe she just wanted to force normalcy back and dispel any awkwardness as quickly as possible. Maybe there was already something else.

“It’s fine, sorry, you can come in. I just am in here feeling sorry for myself. Quarantine has caught up to me pretty quickly.”

She noticed him quickly look her body over, but she didn’t think anything of it. Her baggy t-shirt and pajama pants didn’t give much away to the eye. “You look fine, mom. But I know what you mean. I haven’t worked out in a while, I’m starting to get fat.” He patted his stomach with two hands, imitating an old fat drunk after a decadent meal.

Tom had always been fairly athletic, but Sarah wouldn’t necessarily say he was an athlete. His weight was somewhat up and down, but he was by no means heavy. It was just a matter of whether he was in or out of shape at any given moment.

“Were you taking your ‘before’ pictures?” he asked, sliding by her towards the kitchen.

“Before pictures? No. I was just using the camera as a mirror.”

“You should take some, they’re really motivating.”

“You’ve taken them?” she asked, following him into the kitchen.

“Yea, I just took some a few days ago. I started doing some workouts in my room.”

“Let me see.” She didn’t think much of the question, but she wasn’t sure why she was so curious all of a sudden.

He, however, froze and became incredibly flustered. “They’re uhh…I can’t. I’m not exactly…clothed.”

“Ohhhh…” she laughed, equally embarrassed herself. “You really shouldn’t be taking pictures like that.”

“They’re for information only. Besides, I promise you, they really work. It’s helpful.”

“I don’t know, I don’t know how to do them. You won’t show me so I’ll just have to keep getting fatter.”

“Okay, if that’s how it’s gonna be.” He took a drink from the fridge, smiled, and left Sarah standing there utterly confused about the tone of that entire exchange.

So here she was, a few hours later, trying to work but just staring at the possibilities on her phone. Was she going to see her son naked? Should she? Did she want to?

Quoting Sarah directly:

*“I was shocked. It’s strange that I didn’t just ignore them, or delete them, or yell at him, or whatever I think would’ve been appropriate and what a ‘good’ mother would’ve done. I don’t know. I was just stunned. He was still slim. Only he would’ve been able to tell if he’d gained any weight, but I was pretty familiar with what he looked like shirtless. He looked the same. And this is where I definitely should’ve turned my phone off.”*

There were three pictures. One straight on, one from the side, one from behind. All of hter son in a light blue pair of tight boxer briefs, definitely a pair she’d bought for him. His shape, the shape of his soft, uncut cock, clearly pronounced.

*“I just stared at it. I don’t think it necessarily made me horny in that instant, but it made me curious. Or something. I’m not sure. Inspired. Not because it was like huge or anything. Just inspired to take my own pictures.”*

Waffling between wanting to compliment him, to wanting to tell him not to send any more, to wanting to ask to see more, she took about ten minutes to respond. “Give me twenty minutes,” she texted. That was enough time to decide. And to look.

He was patient. She got no other texts from him and about thirty minutes later, she sent two pictures. One from the front in the bathroom mirror, holding up her phone wearing a sports bra and running shorts. The other from the side. The outfit wasn’t something unfamiliar, but this wasn’t just walking through the house after a run. This was something…different. It felt different.

She didn’t know it at the time, but his hand was wrapped around himself, laying in his bed, heart pounding. Throbbing.

She followed it up with. “You were right, these are motivating. I don’t like looking at them.”

A couple of weeks passed and little was said between them about the pictures. Sarah wasn’t sure she wanted to go any further with them, and Tom, as he later admitted, just didn’t want to push too hard. He had been spending his nights, and some mornings, however, with her pictures up on his computer as he lay prone, naked and hard on his bed covered in his own seed.

Sarah couldn’t yet admit to herself how her son’s pictures were making her feel. She distracted herself with a renewed vigor towards the feel of her husband inside of her, but it was still there. The curiosity, building towards an obsession. How big was he now? How big could he get?

Focus Sarah.

And she did focus. Her son was right. Her diet had changed, she was running again and doing body weight workouts at home. So she brought it up finally with him.

“They’re working, but I’m impatient to get to the ‘after’ pictures.”

He seemed eager to talk about it. “After? Those are a ways away. You have to document your progress though.”

“Have you been taking them?”

“Every week. You haven’t?”

“No, it didn’t even occur to me. Let me see.”

He looked at her hesitantly and she knew.

“Why do you take them naked?” She was surprised at how aware she suddenly became of *wanting* to see them. Maybe even *needing.*

“Gives a better sense of what you actually look like.” His fingers worked swiftly over his phone. “And it’s fun. Here.”

He turned his phone turned her and she almost gasped, but he’d edited himself. She could she the way his torso terminated in a V towards his…

“How do you get these without holding your camera? Is somebody taking them?”

She took his phone without thinking. “Can I scroll?”

“Only if you want to see everything. So I wouldn’t.”

She didn’t scroll, but she didn’t give him his phone back and he didn’t ask.

“Who would be taking these? I just take a video and screenshot the pics I want.”

“That’s too complicated. Maybe your dad will take them for me.”

“And you’ll still send them to me?”

“You want them? You haven’t sent me these.”

“Of course I want them. I just didn’t think you wanted mine.”

She looked him in the eye. She knew then she was getting closer to getting what she wanted. Teetering on crossing multiple lines that couldn’t be uncrossed. “Let’s make a deal. We’ll take them every week to track our progress and share. Everything. But this stays between you and me.”

“Of course mom, I promise. I would never say anything.”

“Okay, show me how to do the video thing.”

He eagerly took her phone and turned on the front facing video, propping it up against a glass on the table and allowing her to see herself. Then, he turned on the video, recorded for ten seconds, and showed her how to scroll and screenshot. Simple. She could do that.

“You’ll get a better sense of how you look naturally, and you can see behind you.”

“And if I do it naked…”

“Well, that’s the best but…”

“But then you wouldn’t want to see.”

“You can send me anything you take.”

And then there is what. Just a hint that what she’d been imagining was growing there beneath his shorts. Was it the thought of her naked? Of him getting her pics?

“Okay, but if I send everything, then you have to send everything.”

She could tell he became slightly panicked. But to his credit, he sucked it up and said, “it’s only fair.”

She propped her phone back up against the glass and looked at her son. “Get out.” She pushed him towards the door, lifting her shirt up just enough for him to glimpse her stomach before he disappeared.

Almost an hour passed and she still hadn’t sent them. In that time she wondered if she should shave first. Decided against it. Wrote a text telling him it was a mistake. Deleted it before she sent. Paced. Questioned. Why was she doing this? She couldn’t. It was her…

Once again, her phone lit up. Just one text from Tom.

“From two days ago. Just to break the ice.”

Then another text. There it was. What she’d been imagining for weeks. She stared. She zoomed in. I’ll quote her again.

*“AHHHHH…it was my son’s penis. I made that. It was…nice. Thick. He was soft but it was good.”*

She almost had a panic attack, but she responded. No words. Just three pictures. From the front, from the side, and from the back. Naked. To her son.

She waited.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ln3jv6/mother_and_son_share_before_pictures_a_story_as