TrojanStacey, Author at NSFW story

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.” Read more »

My Only Fan Part 3

[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)

It was a few agonizing hours after I’d made my own mother promise to video herself masturbating in my room before she came home. Remembering that I’d made her promise “Miles” she’d use my vibrator, I took it – a dildo shaped vibrator like a long red lipstick tube – from its usual hiding place inside an old shoebox buried in the back of my closet and instead put it in the bottom of my underwear drawer — literally the first place anyone would look.

I felt my heart racing as I did it and more than once heard my blood pounding in my ears as I realized I was inadvertently holding my own breath.

The hours ticked by slowly until, as per usual, I saw mom’s car pulling back in the driveway. I sat myself back down on the couch in the TV room, poured myself a glass of wine and did my best to look deeply engrossed in the episode of Law & Order SVU I’d just started. Read more »

My Only Fan Part 2

Part 1:

My Only Fan Part 1 from Erotica

It was the morning after I’d just learned my own mother had ditched the traditional dating scene for cruising for cyber sex with random guys. There we sat at breakfast, eating cereal, like I hadn’t just watched my mom have a leg shaking orgasm the night before. My mom’s pink silk robe falling resting gently on the outline of her breasts wasn’t doing any favors helping me forget the event.

At opposite ends of the bar, both of us were scrolling on our phones. I decided I didn’t want to let this go on any further and that I’d move up my timetable.

I opened up the dating app and booted up Miles Dalton’s profile. I shot my mom a message:

“thanks for the show last night.”

I kept my eyes on my phone but watched my mom out of the corner of my eye as her eyes flashed at the notification. I saw her type out a response and a moment later on my phone:

“believe me the pleasure was all mine.” Read more »

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! Read more »