"Omri say cheese"
He looked at the camera and gave a subtle smile. The subtleness was exaggerated by the huge grin on my face - I was beaming. I sent it to Hila and set my phone down.
"I'll wash up honey. You sit and watch. Oh and I love you!" I gave him a kiss on the forehead and another tight hug before taking the plates to the kitchen.
When I returned an hour later, Omri was nowhere to be seen. It was getting late. I wen to grab my phone, and noticed it was unlocked. Strange, but I was too exhausted to dwell on it. As I headed for my room, I heard some strange sounds coming from Omri's room. Was he grunting? Suddenly I realised what it was, and blushed. For the second time that day, I remembered my conversation with Hila, and considered peeking, just to see what my son was into. But then I remembered I'm not a creep, and went to bed.
The next morning I felt like complete shit. My mind tried to make sense of it, before realising that the wine I had last night was from a bottle I had opened several weeks ago. That explained the funky taste. I quickly called my boss to let him know I wouldn't make it in today and went back to sleep.
I woke up again midday, feeling a little better. I headed to the kitchen to make some breakfast - I was starving. I reheated some leftovers from last night, and sat on the couch. While eating, I suddenly noticed Omri's door was wide open. How odd. I couldn't remember the last time he left his room door open. My angel was getting sloppy, I thought.
I finished the leftovers and headed to his room. Stepping inside, everything was certainly very well organised, and not a speck of dust to be found. My motherly curiosity was getting the better of me. Curse you Hila. I sat on his gaming chair. This chair had set me back a fair penny, but I could see the appeal now; it was THE most comfortable chair I'd ever sat on. I twirled it towards the computer screen, and hit the space bar. I was greeted by a login screen. "Damn!" I thought. So close. I made several attempts to guess it. "Password123". "TheWitcher3". "Rex2002". What could it be. Then I tried Daphna121, and bam, I was in.
"Awww this boy really is the sweetest thing in the world". My birthday was on the 1st of December! I was still reeling at the adorable password when the desktop background came on. It was a family photo of us at the beach, but it looked like his dad had been cropped out. My scowl softened once I realised how difficult it must be to see his father's face still. My attention was then drawn to my own figure - this was probably the best shape I had been in my whole life. After giving birth to Omri naturally, my body had succumbed to the usual pregnancy fat. For several years after, I worked hard to get back in shape, culminating in this beach visit. My gaze now wondered to the mirror in the corner of the room. I stood up and took a look at myself now. I was certainly a little older, and a little chubbier, far from my prime. But it wasn't all bad. The extra weight meant I had gained larger breasts and thighs, and I never had a problem attracting the men.
"Stop getting distracted Daphna!"
I turned back and sat in front of the computer.
"What are you into Omri..".
First I opened up his browser and checked his history. Nothing suspicious, some homework help searches, some game guide searches. Either he doesn't watch porn, or he knows how to cover his tracks. I gave him the benefit of the doubt, and was about to shut down, when I noticed a folder on his desktop titled "M". I double clicked it to find various family photos, mostly of the two of us. How sweet I thought, my little angel still loves his mom. Some of these pictures I hadn't even seen in years, so I decided to email them to myself. When I hit CTRL+A to select all the files, I received a notification that there were hidden files.
"Bingo!" I said aloud. This is probably where he's hiding his stash. I quickly revealed hidden files via settings. There was now a folder titled "tr1b5". Odd name for a porn folder, I thought. I double clicked the folder, and suddenly wished I hadn't.
The screen was now filled with several video preview icons, all of which had two commonalities; a penis and the photo of a face. This did not seem like regular porn. I double clicked one of the icons, and a video began to play. It was a video of a someone stroking their dick in front of a picture of a woman I didn't recognise. She was older, with glasses and blonde hair. Her face was displayed on an iPad I thought I recognised. As I searched my memory, the guy jerking off exploded. I was caught slightly offguard. There were at least 10 spurts by my count and each one landed on her face. By the end, it was almost difficult to see her face behind all the thick jizz. The video ended shortly afterwards.
I was more confused than anything. Who was this guy? Who was the lady in the photo? Why was he filming himself jerking off to her? Why did Omri have this on his computer? I watched another, and then another. The woman was the same, but the photo was different every time.
As I watched a few more, a sudden realisation made me gasp. This was the iPad I had bought Omri last Christmas! I stood up and began searching the room, looking for conclusive evidence that this was the same tablet. I found it. Under his pillow was the same iPad from the videos. Again I was greeted with a password input screen. It was 4 numbers this time, and I unlocked it first try with 1201. I'm good at this hacking stuff I thought.
I clicked on the Photos app without wasting any time. Nothing. Literally 0 photos. Peculiar. I then clicked on Recently Deleted, and jackpot! There they were. Various photos of this older woman. There were several others too, but I didn't recognise any of them. Except one. As I scrolled down, I recognised one of them as Omri's teacher from High School. And suddenly it hit me like a tsunami. That wasn't "some guy" jerking off to these photos. It was my own son.
I felt a little sick. My innocent boy was filming himself jerking off to photos of these women. Some of whom may be his teachers. I thought back to what he said yesterday, and it made me even more nauseous. Had I really raised such a deviant? I'd ways thought the crushes were innocent, but evidently not. I went back to the computer - I wanted to know how long he'd been doing this...this.. disgusting act. And then, as a I scrolled further down, my jaw dropped. His latest video. I double clicked on it because I couldn't believe my eyes. But there it was. My son, stood over a photo of me, his own mother, and was furiously jerking off. This time however, instead of the iPad, my photo was printed out. I recognised it. It was my face from the selfie I had taken last night, with his face cropped out. This was really not helping with my sickness. I couldn't bear to watch it till the end, I was utterly disgusted. His own mother. Why? I hid the folder and left his computer exactly how I'd found it. I headed to my bed and collapsed.
I woke up a few hours later. My nausea had subsided and I decided to get started on dinner. On my way to the kitchen, I noticed I had left Omri's door open, and went to shut it. As I did, I looked at his computer, and thought I'd never get a chance like this again. I took a seat on his gaming chair and turned on his computer. I browsed to the same hidden folder, determined to watch THAT video: it was my motherly duty. I thought, I hoped, maybe he wasn't able to cum, knowing its his mother. I restarted the video, and watched my own son jerking off to a picture of his mother. My heart skipped at that thought. Huh, that was a strange sensation. I ignored it and continued watching. Within moments I saw his dick start to convulse and spurting cum EVERYWHERE. Unlike the other videos, despite his aim, a lot of the shots landed on the towel underneath the photo. This was way more than the ten or so spurts I had counted in the other videos. Did his mother make him extra horny? Once his grunting subsided, he zoomed, showing off my sodden face. Once the video ended, I noticed two photos next to it. One was a photo of the aftermath with the camera's flash turned on, the other without. He had taken photos of his mother's drenched face.
Suddenly a question crossed my mind. This was a print out, meaning there had to be physical evidence. I looked in the small trash bin in his room. Empty. I looked in his computer desk draws. Still nothing. Maybe he burned it, or took it with him to dispose of. Then I opened his bedside drawer. What. The. Fuck. There it was. His print out of my face. I lifted it from the edges. The areas where his semen had landed had made the paper crusty, causing some discolouration on my face. It was revolting. I quickly put it back and left his room.
It was hard to stay focused while making dinner. What was I going to do? How would I confront him about this? Some googling revealed that this was called a cum tribute. It was supposed to show an appreciation for the woman bring tributed. Guys did this all over the Internet. But doing it for your mom? The incestuous brat. I dreamed up all the ways I could bring this up in conversation with him. How I could scold him. Or speak to him in a motherly manner. Or send him away. None of it would end well, I thought.
He walked in at his usual time. He was punctual if nothing else. To my surprise though, instead of going straight to his room, he came to the kitchen.
