Sexting my son 3

could not believe how this sexting, that is what they call it? How this sexting with my son boosted my confidence. It felt like all the worlds frustrations were falling away. I was actually doing something sexual and feeling safe about it. It was such an open feeling, something that had been out of reach for so long, was now suddenly in my grasp. I probably should have thought of the possible consequences having denied myself for so long now. The fact that I had someone that I felt safe with, that prevented those thoughts from ever forming.

I had shown my son my “camel toe” on purpose no less, and encouraged him to take a picture. Well that turned into pictures, but anyway it happened and the world did not stop spinning. Neither did my excitement.

Our texting became more explicit and suggestive with Daniel asking me to wear the spandex all the time. Instinctively I felt that this was a bad idea. Not that I wouldn’t wear it again, just not all the time. I figured that my next big dare would be that coming weekend, when we wouldn’t have to worry about Daniel going to school the next day. The suspense was agonizing but at the a
same time I was also trying to learn control over my actions. I think now in hind sight I may have waited too long to do something daring like that again. The suspense of what I could do, or might do made me reckless so I ended up doing more than maybe I should have. I did some more shopping on the sly while continuing my inappropriate texting with my son.

Daniel. You gotta wear that thing again.

Me. Why?

Daniel. It is totally hot, you are fantastic in it.

Me. Did it turn you on?

Daniel. YES

Me. Are you still turned on by it?

Daniel. YES

Me. Well then, I guess it did its job then and I shouldn’t wear it any more.

Daniel. Aaggghh, no you gotta wear it.

Me. But you said you’re already turned on right?

Daniel. Constantly

Me. Like you said before.

Daniel. Yes.

Me. Explain it to me again.

Daniel. Oh man are you serious?

Me. Yes.

Daniel. You’re not going to think I’m weird are you?

Me. I’m the one with the problem here, remember?

Daniel.