My mother grabbed her phone and used the selfie feature to take a lewd image of her cum stained tits, showing nothing which could ever reveal her identity. She smiled when she reviewed the image, then she texted it to the cheating asshole.
“Oh my,” mom gasped at the text messages she instantly received back, while still standing there topless. “He’s upset that I have a new man, but the plan worked. He won’t be coming over to the party. Or ever. It’s officially over between us.”
Mom looked satisfied that the plan worked. She put her phone down, still topless, and smiled at me.
“I’m glad,” I replied. “You deserve better.”
“The party is starting soon. I really need to clean myself up and get dressed again. Thanks for your help. You’re the best ‘new boyfriend’ I could have ever asked for.”
She winked at me and went straight to her bathroom.
***
It was mid-afternoon and the party went off without a hitch. Our house was filled with laughter from family and friends who were glad to see each other. As for my mother, she walked around with a big smile, proudly socializing with all of the guests. She looked really sexy in her tight little holiday outfit, which was now completed with her sexy high heeled black boots.
I was in the kitchen preparing more food, and the moment I was alone, my mother approached me to talk.
“The plan worked,” she said in my ear. “I haven’t heard from him since this morning. I really owe you for this. Anyway, how are you doing?”
“Great, thanks. And you’re doing a fantastic job hosting this party as usual.”
“Actually, I was referring to what we did earlier. Have you recovered yet? Or did I emotionally scar you for life? Regret it? Enjoy it? Tell me.”
“Oh, that. Honestly, I’ve thought about it for the past few hours.”
Mom raised an eyebrow. “In a good way? Or bad?”
“Nothing I can say in front of anyone else, if you catch my drift.”
There was an amused look on mom’s face as she glanced down at me towards my crotch. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she was aroused.
“Will it be a problem?” she asked with a sneaky innuendo. “As the party hostess, I can’t have you standing around with a hard-on.”
I gulped. “That would look terrible for both of us.”
“It certainly would. We’ve already solved the problem of my ex-boyfriend. Now it seems we have another issue at hand. Meet me in the basement in 2 minutes. I’ll take care of this situation for you.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, partially excited, partially nervous.
“I’m your mother. Do as I say.”
***
We headed down the stairs, unnoticed by all of the guests who were too busy chatting. Once we got there, my mother held me by the hand as she leaned her back against the washing machine.
“So you’ve still been thinking about your own mother?” she asked in an aroused tone. “Letting you cum all over my tits wasn’t enough?”
My heart started beating faster and I know hers did as well.
“Unfortunately it wasn’t. Why do I get the feeling that taking those naughty selfies has excited you?”
“Because it has,” she answered. “It was wrong. It was horrible. I acted impulsively and I know I’ll regret it.”