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I have a very hot mother. My friend's tell me that, but I never needed their approval. She used to model full time for a career but stopped for a while to be a mother. She worked her ass off getting back in shape and now models part-time. Nobody can guess her real age she looks that good. She has long dark brown hair, a fantastic figure with large natural tits.

I have a very hot mother. My friend's tell me that, but I never needed their approval. She used to model full time for a career but stopped for a while to be a mother. She worked her ass off getting back in shape and now models part-time. Nobody can guess her real age she looks that good. She has long dark brown hair, a fantastic figure with large natural tits.

My friends are constantly bugging me to send them her hot modeling photos or better yet, trying to get a photo of her naked. I never tried getting a nude photo of her, and as for sharing her modeling photos well, my opinion was that was my spank bank material. I just never told them that as I was afraid, that one of them would let it slip my incest fantasies about my mother. Besides, I know they have taken sneaky photos of her when they can.

I was in my room, laying on my bed jerking off to one of my mom's photos I had saved on my tablet. I had become lax as I forgot to lock my bedroom door. I was so focused on my dirty thoughts about my mom I did not hear her upstairs. My mom opened my bedroom door right in the middle of my stroke.

She stopped right there with her mouth open as I quickly grabbed a pillow to cover my cock. She started to laugh, “Oh boy, I always knew I could accidentally walk in on you jerking off.”

“MOM!”

“It’s ok honey every boy, and man strokes his cock to someone. You have nothing to be embarrassed about honey. Now I wonder…” Before I could react my mom snatched the tablet out of my hand; she held it against her large tits giving me a smirk.

“Now I wonder what woman has my son stroking his cock?”

“NO! MOM! STOP! Please don’t look.”

My mother stopped for a moment and looked at me before giving me an evil grin. “Sorry son, if I am going to allow you to keep jerking off I need to see the woman.” She flipped the tablet down; her eyes widened as she let out a small gasp. ‘Oh, my…I am speechless’.

She just stared at the photo of herself, and I could see it running through her mind that I had incestuous thoughts about her. It was on of her sexy modeling photos, her in jeans and white sports bra, her jeans were open showing off matching panties. She glanced between the photo and my what looked like my cock a few times. I thought she would start yelling, delete the photo but I did not expect her to hand me back the tablet.

“Well honey, I am going to stand here and watch you give me…give my photo a nice cum tribute.”

I just looked at my mom as I held my tablet in my hand. She just stood by the bed looking at me, waiting for me to start jerking off to her photo again. “Mom, are you serious? You really want to watch me jerk off to your photo and cum on it? You…you don’t mind?”

“It is a bit of a shock. However, it is nice to know that an older woman, a mom, can stir the hormones of a teenager especially her son. I know men probably jerk off to my photos online. I have to admit I always had a fantasy of watching a man jerk off and cum tribute my photos and now my son can make that fantasy come true. So no honey I don’t mind. I want to watch you shoot your cream all over my photo.”

Just hearing my mom tell me that made my cock rock hard again. At first, I thought it would feel weird stroking my shaft in front of my mom, but incestuous lust is so powerful, and I found I did not mind at all. I had no issues looking at her photo as well as looking at her out the corner of my eye. I was stroking my cock and giving my mom a great show. Her eyes were focused on my stroke which only served to turn me on even more. I was very happy to show her my stroke to her photo.

It was incredible, the intense building feeling in my shaft. My mom moved closer to the bed to watch me. “Honey let me know when you are about to cum; I do not want to miss you creaming all over my photo.”

I groaned back to her, “I’m getting closer.” I could feel a huge load building up in my cock. I wanted to give her a great cum show, so I stopped stroking for a moment to get onto my knees placing the tablet on the bed. I was so ready to blow my load; my hand was moving lighting speed up and down my shaft. Mom started to talk dirty to me which added to the dirty incest feeling. ‘God, you are stroking so fast for me. Your shaft is so hard, so red and look at your swollen head.’

I glanced at her, ‘I’m going to cum mom! I can’t hold it!’

“Oh God yes! Do it, honey! Cum for me! Cover my photo in your hot cream! I need to see it; I want to see it, my good boy.”

I know it was pure, taboo, incest lust that sent me over the edge. I had shot large cum loads for my mom in the past, but something about her standing there, watching me and encouraging me to come all over her photo sent me over the edge.

It only took a few more strokes and listening to my mother repeatedly say ‘come for me, do it, come on my picture.’

My cock stiffened in my grip, and I felt this incredible, intense and pleasurable eruption of cum. My eyes were glued to my mom's photo. I watched with a dark delight as spurt after spurt of my cum shot across her photo. I watch my cum ropes begin to cover her photo. My mother kept saying ‘oh my god, honey, oh my god.’ The pleasure I felt this time was far beyond any other time I jerked off to my mom. When I was done coming, I was impressed with how much had burst out of my shaft.

I looked up at my mother still holding my throbbing shaft. Her eyes were fixed on the cum covered tablet. “Was that ok mom?”

She glanced over at me and then back at the tablet.

“Honey! I have never seen anyone cum so much and for me. Your father never came that much cream for me.” She reached down grabbing the spunk covered tablet and took a closer look. She looked in awe of the cum tribute I gave her, and I was feeling proud of what I did.

I got off the bed standing in front of her naked; my cock was still hard bouncing up and down a bit.

“So you are not mad? You really do not mind?”

She placed the tablet back down on the bed and looked at me. I did see her take a few quick glances at my cock. “I did tell you to do it so I cannot be mad. As your mother, I should tell you never to do this again or speak of it to anyone. What occurred here would probably be considered incest at the worst or me being a bad mother at the least.”

She giggled a bit. “How often do you pleasure yourself to me…I mean my photos?”

I was a little embarrassed to tell her, but I did, “Almost every day mom.”

Her eyes nearly popped out of her head. “Are you serious!?! You cum to me that much? I can only imagine how much your horny friends do it then.” She glanced at the tablet again. “I know I should tell you never to do this again and especially never do it when your father is home. But I never had anyone do this for me, and it is hot…and something about you doing it to me.”

She bit her lower lip for a few moments. “I do not want you to jerk off to my photos again unless I am home. Then you will do it in front of me. We have to be alone. All I want you to do is tell me you want to cum tribute me and you can do it; Is that ok?”

I was in shock; I did NOT expect to hear that from my mother. “Um…are you serious? You want to watch me cum tribute you?”

She gave me a wicked smile. “yes. I know you are going to do it. Those are my photos so I think I should have some say as to who creams all over them and if I want to watch. Do not worry we will keep this a mother-son secret. And when you tell me you want to cum tribute me, I will send a photo I want you to cover in cream. Now you can only do this when I am home. When I am away on one of the trips you cannot cum tribute me unless I tell you that you can. Is this agreeable?”

My cock said yes for me as it went completely erect again. “Fuck yes mom!”

She picked up the tablet and handed it to me. “Well, you better clean this mess up. I do not want you to ruin the tablet, and then I have to purchase a new one. I have a feeling that would become expensive.” She turned, walking to the doorway and turned around halfway.

“I have a feeling you are tempted to tell at least one of your friends about this. I am sure you have shared photos of me with them. I guess you do not mind if your friends are having sexual thoughts about your mother and cumming to her every day. I guess you have a dilemma.”

She turned around, taking a few steps toward me and then she stopped.

“How many times do we see in the news where a teacher gets caught for having sex with students. It is always because someone opened their mouth and talked. And that is your dilemma. If you choose to tell your friends that you cum tributed a photo in front of me, you run the risk of them not keeping it a secret, and we would get into big trouble. If you tell them about our little agreement, the same thing could happen.

However, if you decide the risk is acceptable, then I have a feeling they will want to come over and either blackmail your mother or ask to do the same. I wonder how much you would enjoy that seeing your friends stroking their hard cocks in front of me, taking turns covering photos of me with their creamy cum loads. I wonder if you want to share your mother like that or if you want to keep this to yourself as you could not trust anyone not to let this secret slip out. I am not going to threaten you over this as you know what you have to lose.”

She turned and left my room leaving me with so many dirty thoughts and a raging hard cock. I went into my bathroom to clean off my tablet and think about this. I knew my friends would love to know this and absolutely would want to jerk off in front of her and cum tribute her photos every day. I did not know if they could keep quiet or if it would become suspicious to the neighbors or their parents. There was a part of my inner dark sexual side that liked that thought of having them taking turns cumming in front of my mother, but I knew I had something good, and I did not want to ruin it. This is a dark fantasy many teenage boys with sexy mothers have, at least all my friends have made it clear that if my mother were theirs, they would be doing the same thing; and I did not want to risk my dirty incestuous desires.

Although I had a raging hard-on, I did not approach my mother again for the rest of that day. I was still unsure if she truly meant what she had said to me. I did not jerk off to her as well, just in case she was serious I was wanted to save my load for her viewing pleasure. I also felt that since my father was again on one of his trips, there was no rush to test my mother’s word. The rest of that day went normally. I did my thing, and my mother went out to do hers. I hung out with a few friends, and as much as I wanted to brag about what had occurred between my mother and myself, I resisted that urge.

The next morning I woke up with my usual morning wood. I put on a pair of old gym shorts in which my raging erection created a visible tent-like effect. I got out of bed and wandered down the to hall to my mom’s bedroom. I poked my head in to see if she was there, but then the smell of freshly brewed coffee hit my nose, so I knew she had to be downstairs. I went back to my room, grabbed my tablet and went downstairs. I felt this was the perfect time to test the arrangement my mother made with me.

I walked into the kitchen following my stiff cock. My mother was sitting at the kitchen table sipping coffee as she was working on her laptop. She was wearing what appeared to be her short robe and nothing else. The robe barely covered her ass, and the top part was open wide enough to give me quite a look at her large tits. She glanced up at me and the visible tent in my shorts.

“Good morning honey. I can see you are happy to see me.” She gave another naughty smile.

“Morning mom.” I sat down next to her. I was hoping she would say something as I placed my tablet on the table. She glanced at it then to me and then she took another sip of coffee. I knew then it was up to me to say something. I know my courage came from my lust and raging hard-on. I stood up so she could see how hard I was and then I spoke.

“So mom, um, can I give you another cum tribute?”

She did not look directly at me, but she did smile. She said nothing as she clicked away on the computer. Then my tablet vibrated alerting me I got an email. Then my mother made eye contact with me as she sipped at her coffee. I did not know what to do, but her eyes then spoke to me. As she sipped coffee, I watched her eyes look down at my tablet and then back up to me and then it hit me that email was from her.

I grabbed my tablet, went to my emails and saw the email from her with an attachment. I clicked on it, and it was a photo of her in a bikini. My eyes popped out of their sockets as my cock grew even harder. Quickly I downloaded and saved the photo she sent me. She sat back in her chair looking at me sipping her coffee. I clicked on her photo, placed my tablet down on the edge of the table and then hesitantly pushed my shorts down. I was still unsure that my mother was going to let me do this. She said nothing and just watched me, crossing her legs. As she did, I got a very nice side view of her ass, and I knew she was wearing no panties. My cock stiffened even more, and my shaft was drooling.

She nodded her head a slight and motioned with her eyes to go ahead and cum tribute the photo. I grabbed my throbbing shaft, looking down at the photo of mom I began to stroke. I felt even more dark pleasure stroking myself to her photo as she watched. The silence in the kitchen was a bit odd. She sat there watching me stroke my shaft to her photo. I was not making any sounds or saying anything; honestly, I did not know if I should.

After a few minutes of this uncomfortable silence, my mom leaned forward, giving me a very nice show as she placed her coffee next to the tablet. As she leaned forward, I could not help but look down her robe. Although I could not see her nipples or areola, I did get a very nice top view of her large tits, enough to tell that she was not wearing any bra. Just the thought she was sitting there ‘naked’ under her robe added even more pleasure to my cock stroking.

“It is ok if you want to moan or talk dirty about me, I mean my photo. You do realize this is not a library, and it is just you and I in here. Don’t be afraid hon.”

The smile I gave my mother was my way of saying thank you and the smile she flashed back I knew was her saying you are welcome.

At first, I just moaned with each stroke of my cock. My eyes focused on her sexy photo; dirty thoughts were racing through my mind along with the thought of covering the photo with cum. My thoughts ranged from me laying under her while she rode my cock, to picturing fucking her tits and then of course based on the position of her in the photo, I thought of standing in front of her while she gave me a blow job.

I glanced over at her, and I could see she was enjoying watching me stroking off. I wonder if she was enjoying it because I was her son or was she enjoying watching someone stroke off to her photo. She caught me looking at her, and she blushed a bit. Her eyes stayed focused on my hand going up and down on my rock hard shaft as she spoke.

“I can hear you moaning, but you are not saying anything. I guess you are afraid to say anything. I understand you are still a bit shy do jerk off in front of your mother and to one of her photos.”

She was correct, I was feeling shy, but I was still enjoying stroking off in front of her. Then I moaned, “Oh fuck mom you are so hot and sexy.” She responded with, ‘Mmmmm, tell me more sweetheart. Tell me hot and sexy you find your mom.’

My eyes were glued to her photo as well as watching my hand move like lighting up and down my stiff, throbbing cock.

“Your tits are huge! You have such a beautiful face, and your body is so sexy.”

“Mmmmm, keeping talking. What do you want to do to my sexy body?”

I felt as though she was casting a spell on me with her sultry voice. Something about the way she talked to me was driving me wild and coaxing me to say more. I still could feel my inner self-filtering what I wanted to say all the extremely dirty, graphic desires.

“Oh god mom, I want to cum all over your body.”

“Oh, honey! You want to give your mom a cum shower?”

I noticed how she kept referring to herself in the third person. I guess she wanted a bit of separation although when she kept saying ‘mom’ it turning me on even more.

“Yes! I want to give you a nice cum shower.” She gave a little frown when I said you, so I knew I better play along with the third person.

“Nice. And what do you want to do to your mom's huge tits and her beautiful face? Will you cover them in cream as well?”

I groaned more as I could feel my load building. “Fuck yes! I want to cream all over my mother's face and her huge tits. I want to see my cum running down her body. I want to see it in her hair as well!”

My mother moved closer to the table, her legs were tightly crossed, and it looked like she had a hand buried between her legs as well.

“Oh, that is naughty. You know a son should not think such things about his mother. However, I understand it is the forbidden fruit, and you want to cover that fruit with your creamy load.”

I was stroking faster and faster. Mom was sitting so close to me, watching me stroking to her photo and I thought she was playing with herself. I could not be sure from where I was standing. She was biting her lower lip as she watched.

“God, you are moving so fast for your mom’s photo. Are you close to cumming? Are you close to covering her photo with your hot creamy load?”

“Oh fuck yes mom! I can feel it. I’m so close to exploding.”

She pushed her coffee around to the front of the tablet, the part opposite from my cock as she leaned in a bit closer.

She looked up at me, “You do not mind if I get a closer look? I enjoy watching cream shoot out of a cock.”

I moaned and groaned as I stroked even faster. I had a feeling that she would take that as a no; I did not mind at all.

“That’s it, honey, stroke your cock, cover that photo with all your hot sticky cream. Give her a good cum shower, bathe your mom in your cream.”

I could not get over how dirty she was talking to me! I wondered if these were her true feelings or if she was talking like that because she thought that is what I wanted to hear. Either way, I did not care as it did add to the lust and the taboo pleasure.

“Oh, mom! I’m gonna cum!”

“Do it! Do it, honey! Cum all over me…my photo. Cover it! Make me happy and cover it with your cream.”

I have no idea what it was about what she said, but at that moment I instantly erupted full force. My cock became a cum geyser! My first surge blasted a long stream of cum across the photo and onto the side of my mom’s coffee mug! I heard her loudly exclaim ‘Oh my God!’

Quickly spurt after spurt erupted out of my shaft and I gave my moms photo a very good cum shower. I purposely aimed my cock so that each spurt covered another part of her photo. Repeatedly I heard her say ‘oh my God. Shower her in her cream’ and while my mom was saying that I kept groaning as I unleashed my load in front of her.

When my geyser, had finished erupting, I was very impressed and proud of the huge mess I had made. It was even more than what I had done the day before. My cum ropes were all over her photo and the tablet, I even saw where I had shot onto the table along with the cum that was on her coffee cup.

I let go of my cock and turned my head to look at my mother. She was sitting there, her eyes surveying the mess as her mouth was open.

“Oh, my…Honey you really gave me, um, your mom a cream shower!” I was enjoying her little slips when she would say to me and then say, mom.

She grabbed her coffee cup, looked at and then looked at me. My mom began to laugh.

“What is so funny?”

“I like a little cream in my coffee but not that much. This cum tribute was even better than the one yesterday. You know the drill, take your tablet and go clean it up. I will take care of the mess you left on the table.”

I grabbed my cum covered tablet. My mom gave my ass a little playful tap and told me to put away my still erect cock and clean up. I wonder if she knew I could jerk off again to her. Then she stood up, as she did I thought I could see glistening wetness running down her her inner thighs. I headed back upstairs incredibly happy and satisfied now know she was serious, and I could tell anytime I wanted to cum tribute her as long as we were alone. And for the weeks that followed, I gave my mother many cum tributes.

Possible next story angles.

1. Son and mother continue with this deal with the mother increasing her teasing with him with the photos she shares with him and other methods.

2. Son tells a friend or cousin about the deal, and he joins in. I would be open to adding another son/uncle/ maybe aunt or sister but not right away.

3. Son tells several of his friends which leads his mother to make the deal with a group of teen boys.

4. Open to good suggestions (NO underage, NO pregnancy, NO rape) as I will convert stories to something I can publish.

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