My Only Fan Part 1

Seven months after my mom’s divorce and she’d had no luck with the dating scene. I had no idea what she was doing wrong, but then, I wasn’t on dates with her.

Then again, she wasn’t going on many dates. I had tried to get her set up with Tinder, but she told me she wasn’t looking for casual hook ups. I tried to convince her that a funny, sexy, woman of just 44 should just have some fun being newly single, but she wasn’t hearing it.

I tried to let me edit her dating profile on other sites and that didn’t go anywhere either.

“Stacy, I’m not going to be given advice in this by my 24 year old. I’m doing fine.”

So that was that.

But I could tell it was getting to her and I resolved to do something.

I scoped out her profile one night, and tried to get a better look.

“Create Your Account to See Full Profiles!” the site happily prompted. I paused, not really wanting to make a profile…but then I realized that I didn’t have to and that’s how Miles Dalton was born!

A quick trip to yahoo for a new email address, then searching through a few hundred pictures of guys. Not too old, not too young. Not too hot; my mom wasn’t internet savvy, but she wasn’t a moron. I found an unlocked profile of some guy in Europe on Facebook. A few edits to make sure reverse image searching wouldn’t work and Miles Dalton was ready to mingle.

Armed with a new incognito profile, I pulled my comforter on my bed up higher and navigated back to my mom’s profile: Layla R., 44.

I clicked onto the profile and pieces started immediately falling into place. One crappy Facebook profile pic, interests listed as movies and travel. Mentions that her daughter lives with her. Just kinda dull.

Still the profile pic was cute at least. Her bob cut brown hair and sharp features were on full display. I knew this pic was from my college graduation dinner. She’d worn a slim dress that clung to her 5’5″ 130 pound frame. I remember thinking she looked hot, but all you could see here was the face.

Feeling bold, I decided to shoot her an IM in the built in window, “Hi there!”

A jolt of electricity shot through me when almost immediately came back, “Hi”

My mom was on her laptop now! It was 1AM in the morning!

I decided to see how she flirted. “I’m miles, I saw your profile, and that you’re interested in movies. Any favorites?”

“mostly classics.”

Cmon mom! Gimme something to work with! I decided to turn it up. “Love your profile pic BTW. Sexy!”

“if you like that, you should see me naked.” What the fuck, mom. That went from zero to 60 in about 3 seconds. But before I could respond an image got messaged over.

It was my mom, in a matching set of a black bra and thong, but with her hands pulling the bra open revealing her surprisingly pert B cup breasts, her nipples brown and stiff at attention, her face as seductive as I’d ever seen her. I felt a surprising rush through me and resisted the urge to immediately close the window.

I wasn’t sure how to respond, and just texted back “wow! You’ve got me paying attention.”

She messaged back, “send me a pic of that cock and I’ll let you watch me touch myself.”

Quickly I searched the web for hard dick pics. Not too big, not too small, right skin tone, PERFECT! and sent! (what the fuck am I doing, I could only think to myself).

A couple agonizing minutes later and a video chat request link popped up, ensuring my camera was off I accepted…

There she was, my mom, on her bed, completely naked, toying her clit with her hands. I saw her turn to a glow to. Her left.

“Too bashful?” she typed.

“a little nervous to get on video” I wrote back.

“that’s okay, you can watch me.” and she turned back to herself rubbing her shaved pussy and nipples and sometimes tugging one or the other. I was transfixed. She didn’t suck at dating! She was fulfilling…I don’t know, a cam fetish?!

A few moments went by and I was shocked to discover I was feeling turned on! I shook the thoughts from my head. No. Mom can’t do this. She’s going to get in trouble. She has no idea who I am.

I need to teach her a lesson. Slowly I started taking screenshots of my moms little cam show. A little blackmail scare would be just the thing.

As I took my screenshots I almost lost track of the fact that I was watching my own mother slowly bring herself to orgasm. It was my mom, but I had to respect her talent, she was hot. Twice I stopped myself from reaching my own hands down my pants, and I tried, unsuccessfully, to coax my nipples from poking their way forward into my white t-shirt, and lamenting the fact that I spent every spare second at home with my D cups out of their bra.

Faster and faster she rubbed her clit, less attention now to her breasts. I could tell she was close and I watched in fascination as she opened her eyes and turned her head toward the screen:

“tell me to cum for you”

Was I about to tell my own mother to cum?! I had only seconds to decide before typing, “Cum for me, mommy” a daring little bit of cheek as I smiled to myself.

I saw my mom smile and turn her head back from her screen, closing her eyes and rubbing her clit vigorously. Her breathing grew shallow, her chest started to heave and I watched as she moaned and convulsed on the bed. At the height of her pleasure I heard her loudest moan on my headphones…and quietly faintly from down the hall.

I snapped a few more screenshots before shooting a message, “wow! I’ve gotta get some rest after I take care of myself, but I’ll message you tomorrow.”

Just as I was closing the window, I saw a winking emoji, and the line “I better. Don’t make mommy mad…”

I shut my laptop and dove into bed, resolving to teach my mother a lesson.

A minute later, after swallowing my own resistance to the taboo of what I’d just seen, I thrust my own hand down under my covers, into my panties and began to quietly rub myself in the dark…

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/um9k2m/my_only_fan_part_1