new way. He, after all, was the second male to ever see me naked and the first as an adult.
Clicking on an images section, I found myself look at picture of mothers and sons. It
reminded me that I have few picture of my son and he fewer of me. An idea crossed my
mind and I typed out a question and sent it before I had a chance to think about
consequences.
*If you could get a picture of me, what would you want?*
I bit my lip hoping that the question was over the line but dreading if he decided to cross it.
What was wrong with me that I had decided to try out all my inexperience like a teenage
girl on my son?
*I’d want one of you naked.*
*Why would you do? Show off to all your friends*
*No! I would just enjoy it.*
*How?*
That question wasn’t answered.
*Not like you would send one mom. Moot point.*
*What if I did?*
*What if you did?*
With a sigh, I got up and stripped out of my work clothes. I left my bra and panties on and
hesitated before taking them off. Naked, I found my nipples hard and my pussy extremely
wet. There was no denying how turned on I was but I had no idea how to handle it. Striking
a sexy pose with my body turned to hide my myself as best as possible, I snapped a few
picture while moving around. When I was finished, I found one that hinted at my curves but
hid my intimates and decided on that one to send if I worked up the nerve.
*I can send one, but what do I get in return?*
*Are you serious?*
With a deep breath I sent the picture, forgetting that I did want something for breaching the
line.
*Oh my fucking god mom, you’re hot!*
I blushed.
*You’re joking.*
*No, I’m not. You should model. Can I get one of you tits?*
Standing my hands drifted to cup my breasts. They were a handful and still perky. As skin
touch skin, I shuddered in delight. As my hands roamed across my body I felt stirrings of
desire. I found my nipples hard and delightfully sensitive. Rubbing them softly with light
pinches, I thought of Mike suckling on them. The thought made me moan loudly, and
unfamiliar stirrings went through my body. Pleasure like this was new, and I drifted my
hands down to my sex.
My pussy was burning with an unfamiliar feeling. I touched the labia tentatively and
moaned as pleasure went through me. When I pulled my hand away, the milky film on my
fingers was thick and pungent. Curious I stuck my fingers in my mouth and tasted myself
for the first time in my life. The enjoyment of my sweet and instant addicting juices was
interrupted by the chime of my phone.
Opening the text from Mike made me let out a gasp of almost horror, but the curiosity and
fascination of what he sent overrode that. On the screen was a picture of my son’s penis.
The appendage that had plagued me all my life now looked appetizing. My aversion
disappeared and at that moment, Mike was all I wanted in the world.
*You’re a bad boy.*
I texted him, feeling the heat rise in my body. Fingers drifted back to my groin almost
subconsciously, but I snapped a picture of my bare chest and sent it. Then I moved back to
my bed and grabbed my laptop once more. This time, instead of looking at picture, I looked