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Mom How Could You?

Mom How Could You?

by Sterlingventura
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All characters engaged in sex acts are eighteen or older.

It had been a few weeks since Quinn and Mom had filmed their latest debauched act. Things were starting to feel normal around Mom for the first time since he had discovered her

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page. He didn't know if it would ever get back to fully normal, though. He still looked at her page every day. How could he not?

She had put up more pictures on her page, in various levels of undress. Anytime he wanted to, he could see her round ass, still nice and fat despite her efforts. Contrasting with her big ass, the rest of her was quite fit. She was slender above the waist, and her tits hung low, jiggling and bouncing with every move. Since Quinn was little she wore her hair in a pixie cut, and her dark brown hair was shot through with veins of silver. That only served to accentuate her mature beauty. Even when she was naked, though, she kept her round glasses on. She knew how to preserve the mom look.

That's what the perverts online came for. The pictures were as revealing as they could be and Quinn had become intimately familiar with every inch of her body. There was even one of her holding the green dildo he had slid deep inside her pussy that night.

See what I did with this big guy on my premium page,

it said. Like she had mentioned, she had started a premium membership, and Quinn could see her subscription numbers skyrocketing. Of course he had to keep an eye on her, so he paid for the membership. For a woman like her it was certainly worth it.

Once he had signed up, he found a picture that particularly caught his attention. It was a picture of her in front of the mirror. She was completely naked, save for her round glasses. The large pink nipples of her pendulous breasts were blushing with her arousal. Quinn could tell when she felt randy now, not so much from what she did with him, but from his obsessive viewing of her page. He tried a couple of times to go without. He lasted a day. In the picture Mom's hips were tilted, with her trimmed brown bush shining in the bright light. His short brown hair made her look even more delicate. There was that smile again. Mom had a great photogenic smile, one that Quinn could always tell she was faking, even if no one else could. This was the real thing, though. The next picture was her looking over her shoulder, her wide ass luscious and soft. The last one was of her on her knees, looking up at the camera. His heart thumped seeing her in that position, grateful and eager just for him. Her smile was gone there, replaced by what Quinn could only call "fuck me" eyes.

There was a message too.

Thanks to my Sugar Lump, my most special camera man. I couldn't do it without you! Love, Momma xoxo.

Quinn started to get hard immediately on reading the message. He felt light headed, as if the blood rushing to his cock was rushing out of his brain. That actually would explain some of his decisions. He read the message again, then again, then he lost track of how many times he had read it. His hand crept down, and closed around his diamond hard dick. The tip was already slick with precum. Though he wanted to forget, his mind locked on what they had done that night. Not when he had skewered her dripping slit with the dildo, but what she had done to him after. She wanted so badly to reward him for what he had done for her, and she got on her knees, just like in the picture. Her hands did their work well, and soon she had his cum all over her tits, face, and hands. Now, he felt another hot load on its way.

Just a few strokes later he let fly, the cum shooting into Mom's mouth in his fantasy. She gulped it down and thanked him. Quinn mopped up the slick cum off his belly. Really, the pictures weren't the thing that aroused him most, it was what she had said. He was the best, the most important, hers above all. And she was telling her

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subscribers, too. A thought struck Quinn, and he searched her page. This message was indeed just for premium members. A bead of sweat dropped down the side of his face. Had she put it there because she knew he would be able to see it? Did she somehow know that he would get a premium membership like the other degenerate gooners? His stomach did a flip-flop. He felt exposed, like Mom's eyes were gazing out at him from the computer screen. Could she know? She knew he was a regular member, but did she know who he really was?

HornyAlpha7216:

Your new video you put up was really hot, Sofie.

RomanianPixie_xo:

Glad you liked it, sweetie. My last video isn't quite new, I need to be getting another one up soon.

HornyAlpha7216

sent you a $30 tip.

RomanianPixie_xo:

Aww, thank you, Babe. I appreciate it. The compliment too.

HornyAlpha7216:

So who's Sugar Lump?

RomanianPixie_xo:

Don't tell me you're jealous, Babe?

HornyAlpha7216:

I'm just curious. Is he your boyfriend?

RomanianPixie_xo:

Don't make this weird, please. Let's just have fun, Sweetie.

A pic of Mom popped up, her head peeking around her round ass. Her cheeks were just open enough to see a hint of her pussy and butthole. Though he had just cum, Quinn started to get hard again. She was right in the next room, completely unaware that the pervert she was talking to was her son. At least Quinn assumed she didn't know. Something about Mom naked and spreading her ass just in the next room was all the more sexy.

HornyAlpha7216:

Is that a new pic, or one you had?

RomanianPixie_xo:

Come now, do you think I would give you something old after you tipped me $30? I'm not one of those girls who squeezes all the money she can for no effort.

HornyAlpha7216:

Ok I guess not. But are you trying to change the subject?

RomanianPixie_xo:

Like I said before, you're sweet, but I can't be worrying about jealousy on here. I post pics and vids so you can get off. They're not an invitation or a relationship.

HornyAlpha7216:

I promise I'm not getting jealous, I just want to know more about you.

Ironically, as false as this sounded, it was the truth.

RomanianPixie_xo:

I can tell you a little. He's someone close to me who I completely trust.

HornyApha7216:

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Your boyfriend?

RomanianPixie_xo:

No, I'm taking a break from dating for a while. Babe, you're young and a guy. You don't know what it's like for women my age.

HornyAlpha7216:

So you're single? No special guy in your life?

RomanianPixie_xo:

Don't make me regret telling you I'm single, Babe.

HornyAlpha7216:

But you're on here to feel sexy?

RomanianPixie_xo:

Yeah, I guess so. It gives me a bit of the thrill that dating does without the nonsense.

HornyAlpha7216:

So he's not your bf, but you're intimate with him?

RomanianPixie_xo:

More or less.

HornyAlpha7216:

Would you ever think about taking it to the next level?

If you were nervous enough, a few seconds could seem like days. For a while Mom said nothing. He desperately wanted the answer to this, though he didn't know which answer he wanted. If she said no, then that was a droplet of relief in their desert of sin. But if she said yes... Quinn couldn't tell if he had scared her off or if she was just thinking.

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is typing

appeared in the messenger.

RomanianPixie_xo:

I've thought about it, yes.

Quinn's breath felt heavy, and the sweat drops running down his body had multiplied. He was also well on his way to being fully hard again. This had to be a record time.

HornyAlpha7216:

Like having sex, you mean?

RomanianPixie_xo:

This is getting a little too personal.

HornyAlpha7126

sent you a $20 tip.

RomanianPixie_xo:

Sorry, Babe. A girl needs her secrets.

Did he just hear her giggle in the next room?

RomanianPixie_xo:

How about this? You can tell me what you want me to do next. It's about time for something new anyway.

RomanianPixie_xo:

Come on, Sweetie. I bet there are all kinds of nice things you want Momma to do for her good boy?

His hand went down to his cock again. He was like an iron rod, and it had that tired but determined feeling that second hardon always did. Last time she had listened to his boy/girl idea for her video. How far could he take it now? Ask and you shall receive.

HornyAlpha7216:

How about sucking cock? That would be hot as hell, Momma.

His hands trembled as he stroked his member. There was no getting around it, he was asking his mom to suck his dick.

RomanianPixie_xo:

Ooh, Babe that sounds hot. Where would you want Momma to take your cum?

HornyAlpha7216:

In your mouth. And lick the rest off my cock.

The air around Quinn felt still as he waited for Mom to reply. He also held himself stiff, as if a bolt of wrathful lightning would strike his degenerate body. It didn't stop him from jerking off.

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RomanianPixie_xo:

Mmm, that's a nice gift for Momma too. My best boy's cum in my mouth. It will feel so good in my tummy.

That was it. Quinn's cock bucked for the second time in twenty minutes. He jerked and moaned. Later he wondered if Mom could have heard him just like he heard her. But there was nothing for it. His back arched with a climax even more intense than the last time. He stared at the screen. No doubt Mom had expected him to be jacking off. Still, he had felt like he had taken advantage of her not knowing it was actually him.

It was like all his progress toward redemption had been rolled back, if it had ever been there to begin with. He fell asleep with guilt gnawing at him.

--

Quinn felt like he was waiting for his girlfriend. "Mom, are you almost ready?" he shouted into her bedroom. There wasn't an answer, and he heard her muttering to herself. "Mom? What's up?"

"Sugar lump, can you come in and help me?" She called to him.

Taking a deep breath, Quinn pushed the door open with a squeak. Mom was in the bathroom, still fussing. He cautiously came in. Her bare back was turned to him, a pair of lacy black panties the only thing she had on. "Mom, jeez!" He turned away.

"Don't be like that, Babe. I need your help."

Anything for her.

"Ok for what?"

"I've lost my earring. See?" his back was still turned. "You know, as impatient as you are to get out of here, you're being ridiculous. Now look at me, young man."

Quinn turned around. He didn't like the look of displeasure on Mom's face at all. Her naked tits swung in front of her, jiggling and quivering with her movements. He stopped looking at her face. "It's this one," Mom held out her hand. "Damn it, Quinn, stop staring at my tits for just a second."

His attention snapped away and he felt his face warm, along with his stomach wrenching with embarrassment. It was a little dangly emerald earring in Mom's hand. He hadn't seen these before. They looked expensive. "It's frustrating when your eyes aren't what they used to be, Babe," Mom said. "I got them out of the closet, so they could be anywhere between here and there."

It seemed like they would stand out as sparkly as they were. Mom was quite careful about where she spent her money. Quinn asked himself where she got the money for these and scowled at the answer he came up with. Looking down, he walked toward Mom's big walk-in closet. Inside were rows of her clothes and a couple of jewelry boxes. It had an intimate smell, like her when they got close. Quinn gulped and started getting hard again. He opened the boxes then looked carefully over the floor, but found nothing but her shoes.

In her bedroom she had draped a dress over the bed. It was an iridescent green tube dress. It looked so small to Quinn. How much would it actually cover? Desperate to think of something else, Quinn got on his hands and knees and looked under the bed. Pushing back the fringe of the bedspread all he saw was dust and cords for her clock radio and various electronics.

When he got back up he stood over the bed. Mom had the water running in the bathroom, but didn't say anything. He picked up the dress and held it in front of him. It was a simple design, but he had never seen Mom wear something like this. He was certain it was also new. There were no straps, and the only thing that would obscure her figure was a short ruffle around the neckline. It would show her shoulders and quite a bit of her legs. He gulped. Quinn doubted this would be enough to hide her nipples, as she couldn't wear a bra with this kind of dress. He knew he should say something, that this isn't something she should go out of the house in, that men are pigs and would get the wrong idea. But he would be one of the men to see it on her.

He turned it this way and that in his hands. It looked like it would show every curve. His breathing became heavy as his cock reached full hardness. She would no doubt look gorgeous in this, and Quinn was anxious to see her in it. But then he spotted something green that had been under the dress. Green and sparkly.

"Here it is, Mom," he came into the bathroom. Mom was bent over the sink close to the mirror, putting on eyeliner. Her tits hung underneath her, pink nipples protruding prominently. Her eyes shifted to him.

"My hero," she grinned as she took the earring out of his hand and put it in. "I won't be much longer now Babe. I just have to do my makeup and slip that dress on. It should be quick."

Quinn squirmed with pride and embarrassment. "You know you don't need makeup Mom. You look beautiful without."

A shocked laugh came out of Mom. "My God, Sugar Lump, aren't you the charmer tonight? I better be careful, Mom told me about boys like you." She turned to face him showing her mature tits in all their glory.

He gulped, and couldn't meet her eye. "You look pretty handsome yourself, Babe," she rubbed his arm and shoulder. He had on a button up brown and white striped silk shirt and black slacks. He had even gelled his hair. This was as fancy as he got. "It's like a real date."

"Anyway, you're not going to be much longer, right Mom?" he responded, supremely uncomfortable.

"Come here, Babe," she said. He approached her, feeling like a puny male spider doing a dance for his dangerous mate. She took his hand and pulled him close, leaning into him. Their lips touched, and for a fraction of a second, Quinn thought her tongue was coming. But she pulled away. "Love you, Sugar Lump. Promise I won't be long."

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Quinn's head spun. There was a menu with no prices on it, lit candles, and questions like "French or German steak knife?" The German one was heavy and had a serrated blade, while the French one was light and sharp. It looked like a lady's knife. He chose the German one. When they came into the lobby there was a staircase and wooden balcony along with a fancy rug and paintings.

He couldn't believe how Mom looked when she came out of the bedroom. The green dress clung to her like she was shrink wrapped and its shine enhanced her curves. Just like he expected, you could see her nipples, and her butt jiggled a little when she walked. She had laughed at the look on his face when she came out. "I don't know why I bother with other guys when I get this reaction from you, Babe!"

Mom sat across from him at dinner, and he couldn't take his eyes off her. How was he supposed to feel when he was with a woman like this? Stunningly beautiful, graceful and charming, intelligent. Where could he find a girl like that?

Right here was where. Right across from him. Mom gave him a nervous little smile when their eyes met. "Thanks for coming with me, Quinn."

Are you kidding? I get to look at you like this all night, have a top quality steak, and then go home with you?

"Umm... yeah," was all that came out. It was all the better that he got to be seen with her. She absolutely turned heads, and people could see that he belonged to a sophisticated and discriminating woman.

"It's ok, Babe," she said, taking his hand across the table. He jumped and she gave him her sweetest smile. "There's no expectations tonight, just you and me. Let's just relax and enjoy our time." She lowered her voice so it was just audible above the din, "I see you looking at me. Look all you want, it's nice. It makes me feel sexy."

"Jesus Christ, Mom," he said between clenched teeth.

Now there was a subtle shift and Mom's smile was genuine. "It's just nice to know your old Mom has still got it, that's all."

And though he was overwhelmed with anxiety and discomfort, he knew what he had to do. Mom deserved to know how great she was. He owed it to her, as he belonged to her. "You do look amazing tonight, Mom. I may be your son, but I'm not a dumbass. I know what I see." The words slipped out of him. He couldn't be any more embarrassed.

Yet when he saw the look on Mom's face, he didn't care. He would go through any amount of embarrassment for her. She had to know how much she meant to him, how precious she was. "Babe, oh my God," Quinn couldn't be sure if it was the candlelight, but Mom's eyes gave a sparkle.

Quinn had a couple of glasses of wine as he ate, and they shared bites of their food. Mom giggled and Quinn grinned in spite of himself. His guard dropped here, and he was grateful for it, to be able to enjoy Mom like this. When they finished he felt a great sense of contentment and peace. He convinced Mom to split a piece of chocolate mousse with him.

"You had a good time, didn't you, Babe?" Mom said, her face telling him she already knew the answer. Her eyes did flash with the candle light. Her presence combined with the wine and the peace he felt held him enchanted. He couldn't find another woman like her. There were none.

After the waiter took the plates away, she grabbed the check before Quinn could even look at it. "So I have a surprise, Sugar Lump."

Surprises lately had been landmines rather than the delight of a snow day off from school. That wasn't strictly true. They were a dangerous combination of the two. Mom went on, "So like I've mentioned, we have a little more money than I was expecting. This dress and the earrings are new. I wanted us to have a little fun and travel a little. Anyway, I've booked us a week-long trip to Bali in April."

Quinn didn't know what to say. This was the furthest thing from what he was expecting. He didn't even know where Bali was. "Mom... I... what?"

"Bali, Babe. It's hot and tropical. Beaches and palm trees and all that good stuff. Remember Hawaii?"

"Bali is near Hawaii?" he felt much drunker than the two glasses of wine could have made him.

"Well, no. It's in Indonesia. But it's the same idea. Babe it's ok to be happy about this, there's no hook."

"It's just a shock. But Mom, it would be my pleasure. Thank you." He didn't have to fake his smile. A week with Mom all to himself?

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