Super 8 #1

This is a fantasy, every once in a while you read comments from readers that talk of the readers or writers going to hell, or jail. But, they read the whole story first, before commenting. This blurb is just to those people, you are almost the same as everyone else whom reads these stories. Just your own personal dementia has you justifying your voyeuristic cravings by passing personal judgement on the other innocent people who are ALSO reading this same story. When we meet in hell I will be seated just above you, with diarrhea, for eternity. Why? Because I am at least honest about what I am doing, you are not.

My name is Janet, I like my name, its part of who I am. I could not have imagined writing this story just a few years ago. But now that it has all happened, in hind sight, I would have started having sex with my son when he was 12 . Ok maybe not 12, that’s too young, but I was ready then, and I bet he thought he was. Starting when your lover is ready is a good thing, trust me on that.

See here is how it is, or was, whatever. I am a mom, a good mom, overall. At least I was, then I decided to “check up” on my son. Hey, I’m divorced, who isn’t nowadays, judge me on that this year and then look back next year. Anyway, I had heard of stories of kids “sexting” and wanted to know how honest my son was being with me. Face it, we all lie about sex, especially to our parents, like you didn’t?

I decided that I would learn the truth first, then if it was bad I would find a way to learn it honestly. I cheated, big time. I bought a pay by minute cell phone, cash up front. No tracing me. I decided going in to this, that since there was no way my son could ever find out it was me, that the rules were different. Not sure what my limits would be, but I wasn’t setting any. I was hoping that his sex life sucked as bad as mine.

I texted my son Daniel pretending to be a girl in his school, that I’d gotten his number through a friend and I knew who he was. But I didn’t want him to know who I was, and I wanted to know more about him, or guys in general. His answer shocked me.

Sorry babe, don’t buy it, this is the kind of psycho thing my mom would do to check up on me. U gotta prove Ure not her.

Me. How.

Daniel. Send me a pict.

Oh crap, think fast time, I am at work, he is at school, I need to buy time.

Me. Later, in class now.

Daniel. Cool.

Ok I bought time which gave me a distracted day at work. What will I do, what can I do. I just paid for the goddam phone, I am going to learn something. Teenagers learn about sex, with or without parental help. There is no way I can get caught. I have a reasonably good body, for a 40 something mom. Not gonna pass for a young teenager.

Ok, decision time, no face shots, obviously.