The filename looked strange, like nothing she would have used. She pulled it out of the recycle bin and opened it up. What she saw surprised her - it was her 14 year old son, sitting in front of the computer jacking off. He had his pants unzipped and his shirt up just enough to see his nipples. He looked a little shy and uncomfortable at first, but seemed to forget soon enough that he was on camera. Her initial anger over her son publicizing himself (surely he did it to send to someone, she figured) subsided the longer the video was on. She didn't stop watching it. Instead, she thought it was a harmless opportunity to see something she had always secretly wanted. She had tried a few times to walk in on her son masturbating, but she never caught him in the act. Now, she thought, was her opportunity. She paused the video and got up to lock the door to the office. Watching the video turned her on, watching her son stroke his dick, stop to squirt out a little more hand lotion, and stroke some more. His nipples stiffened and his thigh muscles twitched. She was thinking about how it would have been to see it in person when her son said something that brought back the anger. Quick. In between breaths, her son moaned "Oh, Carrie," and opened his eyes to look at the camera. Carrie? Who the fuck was Carrie? He didn't have a girlfriend, there wasn't anyone in his class named Carrie and he hadn't mentioned any girls to her. She stopped the video and logged into his user account on the computer. She started frantically going through his files, pictures, homework assignments, vacation videos, whatever, looking for anything he might have hidden somewhere. She logged into his email and started going through it. She found nothing until she went through his deleted items, where she found an email that said nothing more than "Hey, baby," and was from an email address that started 'hotcarrie1975.' She searched the entire computer for anything named 'carrie' or 'hotcarrie1975.' One item came up. It was a folder of two dozen saved instant messenger chats with hotcarrie1975. By reading just a few, she found out her son was getting dirty online with a 30-something woman a state away. He had masturbated for her several times, had sent her nude pictures of himself and said how much he liked looking at her naked pictures. He had written to her: "God, you get me so hard I can't help but make myself cum." She said she loved his pictures, too, but had to hide them from her husband. Reading on, she found details of a closer relationship. She learned that hotcarrie1975 paid her son a visit. She took a few days off of work, drove to a hotel about three miles from their house and picked him up from school during the day. Back at the hotel room, it seems things didn't go as far as they could have. hotcarrie1975: I had a real good time with you jlbuzzzr313: i had a great time. sorry it wasn't what u wanted. hotcarrie1975: I got see you and kiss you, baby and that was alot of what i wanted jlbuzzzr313: I wanted to do more for u but i wuz scared and not sure hotcarrie1975: it's ok baby. i got to see you cum which was so hot to me. jlbuzzzr313: when u touched me it felt so good! :) hotcarried1975: I could tell! ;) She was furious. Some woman - some older woman - was in love with her son, her baby boy. She had shown him all of herself and had kissed and touched him. She was sharing his first intimate moments with him. It shouldn't have made her feel so damn jealous, but it did. If some woman was going to risk so much to break the law and have an intimate relationship with her son, dammit, she would do it. His mother should be his first. She put what she found - the chats, the pictures, the videos - on a thumb drive, shut the computer off and went to bed. ---- The next afternoon, her son came home from school through the front door, dropped his bookbag against the wall and his phone on the table next to the door. "Hey mom," he said and started to scurry of to his room. "Hey sweetie, before you run off, I have something I want to show you. Come in the office with me." He followed her into the office where the computer was already on. A thumb drive sat next to the computer. She asked him to sit down in the chair and watch. "It's really something cool," she said, "so just sit still and watch." She opened the video file she had seen yesterday. As soon as her son's image came up on the computer, he gasped. "Oh God," he said. "Where did you find this?" He reached for the mouse to stop the video. She slapped his hand away. "What are you doing there?" she asked. "Mom, please, I don't want to talk about it. Just turn it off." "Tell me what you're doing." "Mom, please!" Figuring he couldn't stop the video, he tried to turn away. She pulled his head back around toward the screen. "Watch it. I did. If you stop watching, this is going straight to your father. I'm sure he'll want to look through the rest of the computer." He stopped fighting and nervously watched the video. He was shaking and sweating. She loved seeing him like that. "I'm not mad at you, you know?" "Really? Not at all?" "Sweetie, masturbating is perfectly okay. Everyone does it, your friends, your father, even I do it. It looks like you do it really well." He glanced away from her. "It's just private, mom. It wasn't meant for anyone to see." "Well, I saw it. All the way through. Watched you cum and everything. And I loved it. You shouldn't be ashamed of it." "It's just embarrassing." On the computer screen, his body started flexing and cum began squirting out of his dick. She looked at his pants and saw that he was getting hard. She decided to take it up a notch. "That's pretty sexy, you're pretty sexy. I'd love to see that in person." "Mom, no. Of course not. That's not something for a mom, you know?" "Who says? Besides, I've seen lots of guys cum, and I just think it would be nice to see my own son do it. I love you and think you've become a sexy young man. Besides, it looks like you're thinking about it." She reached down and put her hand on his crotch, putting the bulge in his jeans between her fingers. She rubbed it up and down a couple of times. He didn't object, just sat there and breathed. "Yes, I'm sure you're thinking about it. Come on into mom's room." She led him up from the chair by the hand. He started to pull away a little, but she pulled his arm harder. With few real objections, he let her lead him into her bedroom. She closed the door behind him and locked the door. Turning to look at him, she saw a terrified little boy. She pulled him close and hugged him. "Sweetie, it will be all right. It's just a good time between you and your mom. It's just fun, that's all. Nothing more to it, okay?" She pulled away from the hug and let her hands move across his shoulders and down his chest, brushing his nipples along the way. She unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them with his underwear to the floor. His dick was hard as it could be. She looked in his eyes and looked at his dick. A bead of pre-cum appeared on the tip of his dick. "Oops," she said. "It looks like you're ready to go." They sat on the bed's edge next to each other. He looked at her nervously but in real anticipation. She pulled his hand out and squirted some lube in his hand and rubbed it around. "Do your thing, honey." He wrapped his hand around his dick and started rubbing. She touched his cheek and brushed his dark hair to the side. She stared in his eyes and he looked back. The nervousness, it seemed, was starting to vanish. "I love you, sweetie," she said. "I love you too, mom." "I have a better idea," she said. "Come with me." She turned around and crawled on the bed and laid down. She unbuttoned her blouse to expose naked breasts and hiked her skirt to show her bald and wet pussy. He gasped and stopped rubbing. "Mom," he squeaked. "What are you doing?" "I want you inside me. I don't just want to watch you cum. I want to feel it." "No way, mom. That's way too much. That's like incest! I can't do that." "You can't at all?" "No. Just let it go." "Well, I can't just let it go, sweetie. That video wasn't the only thing I found." She sat up and opened the drawer on her bedside table. She pulled out a stack of printed paper. It was the chat transcript from their hotel rendezvous. "Does this look familiar?" "I don't know what that is." "Of course you do. Carrie Mathers checked you out from school three weeks ago at 10 a.m. She took you to the Restful Inn and you two did what you two did. I called the school and the hotel. You can't pretend this away, honey." "Mom, it was an accident. I'll never do it again. I'm so sorry." "Reading what you two did, it doesn't seem like an accident. And we're past you apologizing for it. Did you know what she did is illegal?" "Yes mom, I do. Please, let's stop talking about this. I'll never talk to her again. You can take the computer away, whatever. Please." "Whatever?" She laid back down and spread her legs. "Whatever?" "Mom, no, please. I can't do that." "You can and will, sweetie, unless you want your father to find out and Carrie to go to jail for a very long time. So get over here and let's pretend like we're having a good time." "Mom, God, please. This is so wrong." "Up to you, baby. But I'm not going to lay here forever." One more "please" and he relented. He got on the bed on his knees between hers. He looked terrified and almost sick. "Mom, please don't make me do this." "You're going to. End of discussion. Now get down here." He put one arm on each side of her and looked at her, almost ready to cry. "I haven't done this before. I don't know what to do." She reached down and held his dick, and slid it down her pussy lips to the opening. She was dripping wet and on the verge of an orgasm. She looked up and saw her son's face and knew it was her last chance to let all this go and have a normal relationship with her son. "Just push," she said. "Take it easy, but push." She felt his naked dick slide inside her gently. He laid on her and rested his head on her shoulder. "Like this?" "Yes, sweetie, just like this. Now just do whatever feels good, babydoll. What feels good to you feels good to me." He rocked his hips out, then back in. He gasped for air, then did it again. She felt him push in and out of her and it felt like nothing she had ever felt before. Her son was inside her, losing his virginity to his mother. She was sharing one of the most intimate moments of her son's life and she felt waves of ecstasy flow over her body every time he pushed. "You're doing so good, baby, keep going." He got another dozen pumps in before his body shuddered and he lost his rhythm. She knew an orgasm was coming. "That's it, baby, just like that." He started slamming into her and she felt his dick push deep in her and swell. She swore she could feel cum shooting out of him inside her. He pumped and pumped for what seemed like an hour. Her son was cumming inside her and she had no regrets. It was the most heaven-sent experience she'd ever had. His body collapsed on hers. "What a good boy," she said. "You did it. You did such a good job, baby. Now, we're not going to talk about this, are we?" "Huh?" he said. "We're NOT going to talk about this." "I don't know, mom. I think we've changed. We'll have to talk about it." "You don't understand. I'm sure you want to keep being an internet boyfriend to Miss Carrie. If you want that to continue and her to stay out of jail, you'll not say a word about this. I'm serious." "Okay," he said. "I promise." He rolled off of her and she sat up on the edge of the bed and straightened her skirt. She felt his hand on her shoulder as he sat up close and whispered in her ear. "Can we do it again sometime?"
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