Super 8 #2

I realize that I had taken things too far already, this I assume was part of my justification for not stopping where I should have. I learned so much, and enjoyed myself so furiously after my dirty chat sessions with my son that I just didn’t bring it to an end like any normal mother would have. Ok, not too many normal mothers would intentionally expose their vaginas to their horny teen age sons. Neither would they shave said vagina so they could send a picture of it to same said son, just to find out what he is up to.

Since I had already crossed the line there was no point in turning back, just yet anyway. I was having fun and my son was appearing to be getting enamored with me in our texting sessions. I found myself correcting him in small ways, improving his language and focus with his conversations with me. He was growing up!

At the same time there was this tremendous vicarious sexual thrill. Well ok not that vicarious, I was sending him pictures of my pussy as I grew my hair back out. My son was spewing spunk all over himself and I was feeling like I was cheating him in the deal. I couldn’t show my breasts or hands, wait a minute.

I laid down on my bed so my breasts pressed flat against my chest, lined my phone up and started taking pictures of my nipple. I could only do close ups of one nipple, or he would see too much and realize that I was no where near close to his own age. He adored my nipple shots and always wanted more. I was more than ready to show him more, at home, but I had to wait for my hair to grow back out.

I could never get my son to admit to me in text why he wanted me to grow my hair back out. In real life I knew why, and it flattered me. I was careful to always lock the bathroom door when in there. Every time I was in there when Daniel was home I could hear his footsteps creep past the door, looking for another opportunity to spy on his mom. I was getting giddy with excitement as my hair slowly filled out, anxious for the time that it was back to “proper” length so I could get this out of my system, just one last time. That’s what I kept telling myself.

My plan was that I would just expose myself to my son just once more, as soon as my hair was grown out. After all, he had shown me so much more, which I had put to good masturbatory use, every night.

Finally the night came, my hair was fully back to its obscene glory. My son was complimenting my pictures, saying how good it looked being hairy “down there” and his language had improved tremendously as well. I put a fresh coating of paste wax on the bathroom mirror and finally “forgot” to close the bathroom door.

My son must have been checking the bathroom door religiously since my first escapade. The moment the shower door slid closed I saw the bathroom door open just a bit. I knew my son was watching! I soaped my breasts while holding my legs open. After all this time, the number of times my son had sprayed his spunk for me, I had never been able to send him a video of me masturbating because it would have shown my hands, now I was able to do it in real life!

I spread my legs to the mirror and went to work on my clit. I started by rubbing myself but before long I had 3 fingers up inside while grabbing my own ass from behind and humping towards the shower door. I saw my son come, well I didn’t see him. I saw one glorious long spurt of sperm arc towards the counter in the bathroom. His first shot of sperm almost hit the counter top! It landed on the cabinet door with a single trail of sperm running down the door and on the floor! Oh my god, he had shot it three feet or more! He had obviously been masturbating while watching me and was pointed right at the door. It shot right into the bathroom, this put me over the edge and I nearly collapsed with the throbbing orgasm that I had.

Now what to do? The shame and anguish that I suddenly felt overwhelmed me. This was certainly going too far. I was partly to blame here, ok mostly to blame. I had to pretend to not see it. My poor son had to be mortified that he had just unloaded such a magnificent blast of sperm into his mothers private moment.