tiny pusy Omri takes Marks big cock
Daphna sinks deeper, quenching her 14-year old son's appetite.
It was Saturday morning, and I woke up with an excitement I hadn't experienced in years. The week had flown by. I started out on Monday simply sending Omri photos of my face, which I knew he'd have his naughty perverted incestuous fun with.
On Tuesday, I was just about to text him while having lunch when he sent a message instead.
"Hey mom, what r u up to?"
I typed out I was having lunch, but then deleted the message; I didn't want to be boring. Instead I took a selfie, placing my face next to my salad bowl and sticking out my tongue slightly like a cat. I hit send.
"That looks delicious mom!"
Afternoon rolled around, and I messaged him about dinner.
"Hey hun. When you cook dinner, can you make sure to use up all the kale in the fridge? It expired 2 days ago."
"Yea sure mom, I'm almost home," he replied.
Instead of a simple thank you, I put my lips right on the camera, mouthed a kiss, and took a photo. The picture was nothing but my red lips, nose, and neck. I hit send. He replied back moments later with a red heart.
On Wednesday, he started getting bolder. At lunch, he texted, "Hey mom, what r u doing? Send me a pic."
He was starting to take charge; I liked it. I complied. Instead of my face next to my lunch, this time I decided to try something different. I undid the first 2 buttons of my shirt and placed my breasts next to the bowl. It took a few tries to get the perfect shot; I didn't want it to look like I was just sending my son a photo of my cleavage. The fourth time was the charm. The photo looked natural, with my cleavage seeming incidental. The photo was from a high angle, and my face was cut off from the chin up. Good thing too; I was much too red in all the excitement. I sent it before any second doubts creeped in. He texted back two red hearts. I started to wonder if he was "using these" at school, in one of the bathroom stalls. I was starting to get wet.
But I had promised myself to wait until the weekend before touching myself. Omri had made plans again for Saturday, so the coast would be clear for me to inspect his special folder and see his reaction to my selfies from the week prior. I pictured myself sitting on his chair again and rubbing myself while watching his videos of sinful lust. Fuck. I had to go to the bathroom and splash some cold water on myself before things got out of control.
Thursday was incredibly busy, with my boss paying us a visit, which was rare. I spent most of the day catching up with him and in team meetings. But I couldn't stop thinking about Omri. He had texted me several times, and I didn't have a chance to reply. I remembered how pissy he got last time I didn't let him take a picture. I ended up working late into the evening with the rest of my team and sent him a group photo of us having pizza in the office.
"Mommy has to work late today, eating dinner here. Sorry for not replying earlier, it's been a crazy day. Mommy loves you so much!"
He simply replied with a thumbs up. I'll have to make it up to him tomorrow, I thought.
On Friday, I didn't even wait for his message. At lunch, I took a photo on the bathroom mirror. Fridays were always casual, so I was in my jeans and a new camisole I'd bought. I'd picked it especially because of how it hugged my large F cups, hoping to wear it on a girls night out some time. Wearing it around the office, I was painfully aware of guys staring lustily at my massive cleavage, but I didn't care. Omri had been quiet last night, and I wanted to give him a treat - he had been dutifully making dinner and doing house chores all week after all. I sent him the photo, simply with a "Thoughts?" caption. I was just about to leave when he texted back.
"Wow mom, you actually look stylish for a change haha," he joked. "How does it look from the back?"
My heart raced. I guess my tits weren't enough; the pervert wanted to see his mom's ass too, I thought. I checked out my backside in the mirror. The jeans were almost skin tight. They were a bitch to get into this morning, but the way the denim perfectly showed the outline of my butt cheeks made it worthwhile. I took a picture and sent it. Here you go, perv, have fun. I was about to turn off my phone screen when I noticed something in the photo. I zoomed into my crotch area. Fuck. I could see a slight wet patch forming. I looked down and I was mortified. All this waiting for the weekend was killing me; I NEEDED release. Just 1 more day I thought. As I walked back to my desk, tried to move quickly so no one would notice. I had shoved some toilet paper down there to avoid soaking through, but the existing patch was still visible if you looked closely. My phone chimed. Omri sent me six red love hearts.
And so here I was: Saturday. Omri was going on a hike with some friends and said he'd be back around 9pm. Perfect, I thought. That gives me pretty much the entire day to myself. He'd been very good with all the chores I walked him through last weekend, so besides lunch and dinner, I
didn't really have to do much around the house. I gave him a quick peck on the cheek and sent him on his way, making sure to chain lock the door. At last. I rushed to his room, turned on his computer, and unhid his folder. To my surprise, he'd renamed it.
"DaphCunt," I read aloud. The candor caught me off guard. I felt strange. This was the first time my boy had directed abuse at his mother in any shape or form, as far as I was aware at least. Outside of a few cock slaps, he had never done this in the videos either. It was a sign of things to come, but I didn't know at the time. I opened the folder, and there were 5 new videos since last weekend - one for each day of the week. I took a moment to process that; Omri had jerked off to his own mother every day of the week. I was getting wet.
Once again, I copied over the new tributes to my USB stick and went to my room. I dug out my laptop, plugged in the USB, and played the first video. The video icon had intrigued me - it didn't look like it was recorded in Omri's room. I was right; it was a bathroom stall!
"Shit mom, I couldn't wait," Omri spoke in a hushed voice. That was the first time he'd spoken in a video, his voice husky and not at all like his regular one.
"You got me so horny... look ma!"
He rubbed his cock through his cargos. I could see the outline of his hard-on. Below him on the iPad, which was laying on top of a closed toilet seat, was the selfie I sent on that day with my tongue out. In one swift motion, he lowered his cargos and pulled out his dick. I noticed how shiny the head of his cock was with precum. My fingers slowly found their way down to a wet patch forming on the outside of my panties, my eyes glued to the screen. He began stroking for his mom, nice and slowly. I could hear his hushed moans; he must have been trying to conceal them - he was in a public space after all! That got me even more excited. Omri then reached down to his iPad, still stroking, and swiped the screen with the tip of his dick.
The next photo was the last one I'd sent on Monday; me winking with my tongue out. It was a little embarrassing; I'd wondered what Omri thought of his old mom trying to look 30 years younger. He told me right away.
"Damn, you look like such a slut in this one mom.."
I was in disbelief, my mouth agape. Did he just call his own mother a slut? All the while, my fingers moved on their own, slipping under my panties. Fuck.
"You're such a goofy little slut mom. You look like you're ready for my load on your face. Is that you wanted secretly? For your son to paint your face? Huh Daphna? That's it, show me your tongue slut. Here, take it mom!"
He erupted, shooting ropes upon ropes of cum on my photo while moaning my name. I expected a reaction to my slightly sultry selfies, but certainly not this. I pushed my fingers into my wet cunt as he finished and zoomed in on the aftermath. Not a single pixel of my face was left uncovered. I felt so degraded but my pussy gushed.
I double clicked the next video, my fingers picking up the pace below. This was the most humiliating one yet. Omri once again had the camera flipped, so I could see his face. Unlike last time, he was completely nude. He was moderately muscular, which was slightly surprising given his shut-in status over the past few years. Maybe he'd been working out in between all those jerk off sessions to his teachers. The last time I'd seen him topless was during a beach day with his father. He had certainly grown from the little boy I used to panic would drown if I lost sight of him in the water for more than 10 seconds.
My bittersweet memories were interrupted by Omri holding up two printed photos. I recognized them from Tuesday: one had my face next to a salad bowl, and the other was a close-up of a kiss. He set my lunchtime photo down on his desk face up and disappeared off camera with the other photo. He returned seconds later. My eyes widened. Oh my God Omri! He had cut a coin sized hole where my lips were! He held it up proudly to the camera, like when he used to show me drawings from class. Then, with the photo still facing the camera, he penetrated the hole with his dick. Again. And again. I watched with a mixture of excitement and horror as my 14 year old son brutally facefucked my photo. His girth widened the hole with each thrust, but he didn't care.
"Take it mom! This is what you get for being such a fucking tease!"
I was edging ever closer to my climax alongside him.
"Where do you want my cum this time, slut? In your salad so you can lap it up? Ok ma, here you go. Fuuuck."
He jerked off furiously onto the photo on the desk, all while still penetrating what was a photo of my lips. He started spewing his thick liquid, aiming for the salad bowl and my face. He completely coated the picture, and I could see the cum pooling on the paper, making it soggy. He then grabbed the photo of my lips and scrunched it up around his cock, using it to clean off any excess semen.
"Clean me up slut," he snarled. He stopped the recording, and I started cumming like crazy. As I did, I double clicked the photo of the aftemath, and I moaned my son's name. I wasn't sure why, but every time he degraded me, it only made me wetter. Was I really so far gone, such a bad mother? I had time to ponder this as I came down from yet another amazing orgasm, courtesy of my own child. And this was only 2 videos so far; there were 3 more.
For my sanity, I decided to take a break. I made lunch for one and tried to think rationally about everything that was happening. The adrenaline, even after my intense orgasm, made it hard to focus on anything other than the videos my son was recording, lusting after his mother on camera. I prayed he wasn't sharing them with anyone. He had been reserved these past few years, and it didn't seem to me like he had made any close friends in that time. I took a sigh of relief. It was certainly a shame, but it worked in my favor for a change. I felt guilty and horny at the same time, and it was really starting to kill my high. I rationalized it internally; this was harmless. He was always into older women; it was inevitable he would notice the curvaceous MILF at home. I giggled. Yes, there was no reason to let the fact that this was my son ruin some of the best orgasms I've had in my life. I wolfed down my sandwich, eager to get back to my shameful acts as a mother.
I grabbed my laptop and decided to move things to the living room - Omri was going to be out until tonight, and the door was firmly chain locked. I could enjoy myself in peace on a bigger screen. I mirrored my laptop screen onto the TV; Omri would be proud of his tech savvy mom, I thought. I navigated to the third video and hit play.
My son's cock was becoming a familiar sight. This time, as predicted, he was jerking off to the racy photo I'd sent him of my lunch, with a side of tits. Looking at it now, I felt rather embarrassed. What the fuck were you thinking, Daphna? He had zoomed right into my breasts.
"Damn mom, I can't believe you sent me this," he moaned, smacking his dick on my breasts. "I love your fat tits ma. Your fat fucking cow tits."
As he said that, he zoomed in on his dick slit tracing my cleavage with precum.
"You like that mom?"
"Mmm yes baby", I replied. I noticed the heat building down below and quickly undressed myself, throwing my clothes carelessly around the room. I didn't care. I really needed this. I sat back on the couch and spread my legs, slowly rubbing my clit as I watched my son jerk off to me on the big screen.
"You're such a fucking slut for sending this mom. To your own son no less. You really need the attention, huh?"
"Yes baby, mommy loves the attention. I love watching you jerk off to me Omri!"
My other hand was now involved, as I inserted two fingers into my wet cunt and began finger-fucking myself without shame, right there on the family couch.
"I can't stop cumming for you mom, I think I'm obsessed with you and your huge fucking tits!"
He picked up the pace, and I knew he was close.
"Here it comes again mom. I'm gonna paint your fat cow tits you fucking whore," he announced.
"Oh God yes baby, I'm an attention seeking whore! Please do it. Cum for me!"
And he did, with each spurt expertly aimed at my cleavage. I counted 5 big spurts and wondered how he managed to cum so much every time. What was I feeding him?
My fingers did not stop; I continued rubbing my clit with my left hand and fingering Omri's birthhole with my right. That incestuous thought triggered me, and I lifted my left hand to my face, spat on it, and returned it to rub my clit even faster. My pussy was soaking wet, and my juices were starting to leak onto the velvet couch.
2 more videos. I pressed play on the next one as I continued my session, masterbating to my son jerking off to me while hurling abuse at his own mother. And I was loving it!
This video was again shot in a bathroom, but this time I recognized it as Omri's en suite. I paused the video and leaned forward, trying to make out what was happening. Then it hit me. Omri had printed out the group photo I had sent him, except he had cropped out everyone else. That printout of his mother's smiling face was now sitting in his toilet bowl. I hit play.
"Gosh, you're such a bitch mom. This is what you send me?"
Omri was not happy.
"You cunt. You really have no time for your son huh?" he questioned.
It stung, and I stopped touching myself for a moment. There was certainly truth to that. I had always been a career woman, and after his father's death, I threw myself at my work even harder, hoping it would distract me. Omri was a casualty of that decision.
"Well this is what I think of you ma. You're nothing but a piss bucket," he snarled, before letting loose and spraying my photo with his golden shower. I was shocked, but I couldn't help continuing my sinful deed.
"Fuck yes, mark me as yours Omri!"
I shut my eyes and arched my back. I was so close, but I wanted to hold out for his last recording, elongating my eventual, inevitable climax. I stopped and hit play on the final video - despite the surprise of the last one, I knew exactly what to expect for this one.
Omrj had printed out both selfies I had sent yesterday and placed them side by side. On the left side was my front facing selfie, with my deep cleavage and large breasts on full display. On the other was the second selfie I'd sent, with my huge denim clad ass accounting for almost two thirds of the photo.
I was extremely embarrassed by the sheer horniness of the two selfies, but the saving grace was that the quality of the print meant the wet patch I'd noticed on my jeans was practically nonexistent. Phew, I thought.
Omri was in a better mood. "Damn mom you're so fucking hot."
I blushed, and resumed fingering my wet cunt, the wet echoes filling the room. He stroked his dick slowly, and I could tell from the shiny precum coating his length that he was close. He pulled closer to the photos and aggressively cock-slapped his mom's luscious ass and massive milkbags several times.
"Look at what you do to me mom. To your own son. Sending these seductive selfies like a slut. You must really need some dick mom. I bet the guys in your office fantasize about you too mom. But you're mine and no one else's," he paused. "You're MY cumslut!"
He started aggressively fucking his fist, and I matched his pace. We were both close.
"Here's what you need mom, here's your reward my slut-mommy!"
He began spewing his white thick liquid everywhere. He directed the first batch at my ass, before pivoting to my breasts, and then alternating between the two photos as he let out his last few ropes of jizz. By the end, both photos were submerged and barely recognizable.
"Oh Gush yes Omri, cum for your slut mother," I screamed, finally bringing myself to my climax with three fingers. My moans were no longer subdued and I didn't care who heard them. I didn't care how wrong it was to get myself off to my own son cumming on my pictures; it was the most alive I'd felt in years.
Delirium hit hard as I started to come down from the heavens. As I looked down I noticed the dark wet stains on the couch. That's going to take some cleaning.
It was Saturday morning, and I woke up with an excitement I hadn't experienced in years. The week had flown by. I started out on Monday simply sending Omri photos of my face, which I knew he'd have his naughty perverted incestuous fun with.
On Tuesday, I was just about to text him while having lunch when he sent a message instead.
"Hey mom, what r u up to?"
I typed out I was having lunch, but then deleted the message; I didn't want to be boring. Instead I took a selfie, placing my face next to my salad bowl and sticking out my tongue slightly like a cat. I hit send.
"That looks delicious mom!"
Afternoon rolled around, and I messaged him about dinner.
"Hey hun. When you cook dinner, can you make sure to use up all the kale in the fridge? It expired 2 days ago."
"Yea sure mom, I'm almost home," he replied.
Instead of a simple thank you, I put my lips right on the camera, mouthed a kiss, and took a photo. The picture was nothing but my red lips, nose, and neck. I hit send. He replied back moments later with a red heart.
On Wednesday, he started getting bolder. At lunch, he texted, "Hey mom, what r u doing? Send me a pic."
He was starting to take charge; I liked it. I complied. Instead of my face next to my lunch, this time I decided to try something different. I undid the first 2 buttons of my shirt and placed my breasts next to the bowl. It took a few tries to get the perfect shot; I didn't want it to look like I was just sending my son a photo of my cleavage. The fourth time was the charm. The photo looked natural, with my cleavage seeming incidental. The photo was from a high angle, and my face was cut off from the chin up. Good thing too; I was much too red in all the excitement. I sent it before any second doubts creeped in. He texted back two red hearts. I started to wonder if he was "using these" at school, in one of the bathroom stalls. I was starting to get wet.
But I had promised myself to wait until the weekend before touching myself. Omri had made plans again for Saturday, so the coast would be clear for me to inspect his special folder and see his reaction to my selfies from the week prior. I pictured myself sitting on his chair again and rubbing myself while watching his videos of sinful lust. Fuck. I had to go to the bathroom and splash some cold water on myself before things got out of control.
Thursday was incredibly busy, with my boss paying us a visit, which was rare. I spent most of the day catching up with him and in team meetings. But I couldn't stop thinking about Omri. He had texted me several times, and I didn't have a chance to reply. I remembered how pissy he got last time I didn't let him take a picture. I ended up working late into the evening with the rest of my team and sent him a group photo of us having pizza in the office.
"Mommy has to work late today, eating dinner here. Sorry for not replying earlier, it's been a crazy day. Mommy loves you so much!"
He simply replied with a thumbs up. I'll have to make it up to him tomorrow, I thought.
On Friday, I didn't even wait for his message. At lunch, I took a photo on the bathroom mirror. Fridays were always casual, so I was in my jeans and a new camisole I'd bought. I'd picked it especially because of how it hugged my large F cups, hoping to wear it on a girls night out some time. Wearing it around the office, I was painfully aware of guys staring lustily at my massive cleavage, but I didn't care. Omri had been quiet last night, and I wanted to give him a treat - he had been dutifully making dinner and doing house chores all week after all. I sent him the photo, simply with a "Thoughts?" caption. I was just about to leave when he texted back.
"Wow mom, you actually look stylish for a change haha," he joked. "How does it look from the back?"
My heart raced. I guess my tits weren't enough; the pervert wanted to see his mom's ass too, I thought. I checked out my backside in the mirror. The jeans were almost skin tight. They were a bitch to get into this morning, but the way the denim perfectly showed the outline of my butt cheeks made it worthwhile. I took a picture and sent it. Here you go, perv, have fun. I was about to turn off my phone screen when I noticed something in the photo. I zoomed into my crotch area. Fuck. I could see a slight wet patch forming. I looked down and I was mortified. All this waiting for the weekend was killing me; I NEEDED release. Just 1 more day I thought. As I walked back to my desk, tried to move quickly so no one would notice. I had shoved some toilet paper down there to avoid soaking through, but the existing patch was still visible if you looked closely. My phone chimed. Omri sent me six red love hearts.
And so here I was: Saturday. Omri was going on a hike with some friends and said he'd be back around 9pm. Perfect, I thought. That gives me pretty much the entire day to myself. He'd been very good with all the chores I walked him through last weekend, so besides lunch and dinner, I
didn't really have to do much around the house. I gave him a quick peck on the cheek and sent him on his way, making sure to chain lock the door. At last. I rushed to his room, turned on his computer, and unhid his folder. To my surprise, he'd renamed it.
"DaphCunt," I read aloud. The candor caught me off guard. I felt strange. This was the first time my boy had directed abuse at his mother in any shape or form, as far as I was aware at least. Outside of a few cock slaps, he had never done this in the videos either. It was a sign of things to come, but I didn't know at the time. I opened the folder, and there were 5 new videos since last weekend - one for each day of the week. I took a moment to process that; Omri had jerked off to his own mother every day of the week. I was getting wet.
Once again, I copied over the new tributes to my USB stick and went to my room. I dug out my laptop, plugged in the USB, and played the first video. The video icon had intrigued me - it didn't look like it was recorded in Omri's room. I was right; it was a bathroom stall!
"Shit mom, I couldn't wait," Omri spoke in a hushed voice. That was the first time he'd spoken in a video, his voice husky and not at all like his regular one.
"You got me so horny... look ma!"
He rubbed his cock through his cargos. I could see the outline of his hard-on. Below him on the iPad, which was laying on top of a closed toilet seat, was the selfie I sent on that day with my tongue out. In one swift motion, he lowered his cargos and pulled out his dick. I noticed how shiny the head of his cock was with precum. My fingers slowly found their way down to a wet patch forming on the outside of my panties, my eyes glued to the screen. He began stroking for his mom, nice and slowly. I could hear his hushed moans; he must have been trying to conceal them - he was in a public space after all! That got me even more excited. Omri then reached down to his iPad, still stroking, and swiped the screen with the tip of his dick.
The next photo was the last one I'd sent on Monday; me winking with my tongue out. It was a little embarrassing; I'd wondered what Omri thought of his old mom trying to look 30 years younger. He told me right away.
"Damn, you look like such a slut in this one mom.."
I was in disbelief, my mouth agape. Did he just call his own mother a slut? All the while, my fingers moved on their own, slipping under my panties. Fuck.
"You're such a goofy little slut mom. You look like you're ready for my load on your face. Is that you wanted secretly? For your son to paint your face? Huh Daphna? That's it, show me your tongue slut. Here, take it mom!"
He erupted, shooting ropes upon ropes of cum on my photo while moaning my name. I expected a reaction to my slightly sultry selfies, but certainly not this. I pushed my fingers into my wet cunt as he finished and zoomed in on the aftermath. Not a single pixel of my face was left uncovered. I felt so degraded but my pussy gushed.
I double clicked the next video, my fingers picking up the pace below. This was the most humiliating one yet. Omri once again had the camera flipped, so I could see his face. Unlike last time, he was completely nude. He was moderately muscular, which was slightly surprising given his shut-in status over the past few years. Maybe he'd been working out in between all those jerk off sessions to his teachers. The last time I'd seen him topless was during a beach day with his father. He had certainly grown from the little boy I used to panic would drown if I lost sight of him in the water for more than 10 seconds.
My bittersweet memories were interrupted by Omri holding up two printed photos. I recognized them from Tuesday: one had my face next to a salad bowl, and the other was a close-up of a kiss. He set my lunchtime photo down on his desk face up and disappeared off camera with the other photo. He returned seconds later. My eyes widened. Oh my God Omri! He had cut a coin sized hole where my lips were! He held it up proudly to the camera, like when he used to show me drawings from class. Then, with the photo still facing the camera, he penetrated the hole with his dick. Again. And again. I watched with a mixture of excitement and horror as my 14 year old son brutally facefucked my photo. His girth widened the hole with each thrust, but he didn't care.
"Take it mom! This is what you get for being such a fucking tease!"
I was edging ever closer to my climax alongside him.
"Where do you want my cum this time, slut? In your salad so you can lap it up? Ok ma, here you go. Fuuuck."
He jerked off furiously onto the photo on the desk, all while still penetrating what was a photo of my lips. He started spewing his thick liquid, aiming for the salad bowl and my face. He completely coated the picture, and I could see the cum pooling on the paper, making it soggy. He then grabbed the photo of my lips and scrunched it up around his cock, using it to clean off any excess semen.
"Clean me up slut," he snarled. He stopped the recording, and I started cumming like crazy. As I did, I double clicked the photo of the aftemath, and I moaned my son's name. I wasn't sure why, but every time he degraded me, it only made me wetter. Was I really so far gone, such a bad mother? I had time to ponder this as I came down from yet another amazing orgasm, courtesy of my own child. And this was only 2 videos so far; there were 3 more.
For my sanity, I decided to take a break. I made lunch for one and tried to think rationally about everything that was happening. The adrenaline, even after my intense orgasm, made it hard to focus on anything other than the videos my son was recording, lusting after his mother on camera. I prayed he wasn't sharing them with anyone. He had been reserved these past few years, and it didn't seem to me like he had made any close friends in that time. I took a sigh of relief. It was certainly a shame, but it worked in my favor for a change. I felt guilty and horny at the same time, and it was really starting to kill my high. I rationalized it internally; this was harmless. He was always into older women; it was inevitable he would notice the curvaceous MILF at home. I giggled. Yes, there was no reason to let the fact that this was my son ruin some of the best orgasms I've had in my life. I wolfed down my sandwich, eager to get back to my shameful acts as a mother.
I grabbed my laptop and decided to move things to the living room - Omri was going to be out until tonight, and the door was firmly chain locked. I could enjoy myself in peace on a bigger screen. I mirrored my laptop screen onto the TV; Omri would be proud of his tech savvy mom, I thought. I navigated to the third video and hit play.
My son's cock was becoming a familiar sight. This time, as predicted, he was jerking off to the racy photo I'd sent him of my lunch, with a side of tits. Looking at it now, I felt rather embarrassed. What the fuck were you thinking, Daphna? He had zoomed right into my breasts.
"Damn mom, I can't believe you sent me this," he moaned, smacking his dick on my breasts. "I love your fat tits ma. Your fat fucking cow tits."
As he said that, he zoomed in on his dick slit tracing my cleavage with precum.
"You like that mom?"
"Mmm yes baby", I replied. I noticed the heat building down below and quickly undressed myself, throwing my clothes carelessly around the room. I didn't care. I really needed this. I sat back on the couch and spread my legs, slowly rubbing my clit as I watched my son jerk off to me on the big screen.
"You're such a fucking slut for sending this mom. To your own son no less. You really need the attention, huh?"
"Yes baby, mommy loves the attention. I love watching you jerk off to me Omri!"
My other hand was now involved, as I inserted two fingers into my wet cunt and began finger-fucking myself without shame, right there on the family couch.
"I can't stop cumming for you mom, I think I'm obsessed with you and your huge fucking tits!"
He picked up the pace, and I knew he was close.
"Here it comes again mom. I'm gonna paint your fat cow tits you fucking whore," he announced.
"Oh God yes baby, I'm an attention seeking whore! Please do it. Cum for me!"
And he did, with each spurt expertly aimed at my cleavage. I counted 5 big spurts and wondered how he managed to cum so much every time. What was I feeding him?
My fingers did not stop; I continued rubbing my clit with my left hand and fingering Omri's birthhole with my right. That incestuous thought triggered me, and I lifted my left hand to my face, spat on it, and returned it to rub my clit even faster. My pussy was soaking wet, and my juices were starting to leak onto the velvet couch.
2 more videos. I pressed play on the next one as I continued my session, masterbating to my son jerking off to me while hurling abuse at his own mother. And I was loving it!
This video was again shot in a bathroom, but this time I recognized it as Omri's en suite. I paused the video and leaned forward, trying to make out what was happening. Then it hit me. Omri had printed out the group photo I had sent him, except he had cropped out everyone else. That printout of his mother's smiling face was now sitting in his toilet bowl. I hit play.
"Gosh, you're such a bitch mom. This is what you send me?"
Omri was not happy.
"You cunt. You really have no time for your son huh?" he questioned.
It stung, and I stopped touching myself for a moment. There was certainly truth to that. I had always been a career woman, and after his father's death, I threw myself at my work even harder, hoping it would distract me. Omri was a casualty of that decision.
"Well this is what I think of you ma. You're nothing but a piss bucket," he snarled, before letting loose and spraying my photo with his golden shower. I was shocked, but I couldn't help continuing my sinful deed.
"Fuck yes, mark me as yours Omri!"
I shut my eyes and arched my back. I was so close, but I wanted to hold out for his last recording, elongating my eventual, inevitable climax. I stopped and hit play on the final video - despite the surprise of the last one, I knew exactly what to expect for this one.
Omrj had printed out both selfies I had sent yesterday and placed them side by side. On the left side was my front facing selfie, with my deep cleavage and large breasts on full display. On the other was the second selfie I'd sent, with my huge denim clad ass accounting for almost two thirds of the photo.
I was extremely embarrassed by the sheer horniness of the two selfies, but the saving grace was that the quality of the print meant the wet patch I'd noticed on my jeans was practically nonexistent. Phew, I thought.
Omri was in a better mood. "Damn mom you're so fucking hot."
I blushed, and resumed fingering my wet cunt, the wet echoes filling the room. He stroked his dick slowly, and I could tell from the shiny precum coating his length that he was close. He pulled closer to the photos and aggressively cock-slapped his mom's luscious ass and massive milkbags several times.
"Look at what you do to me mom. To your own son. Sending these seductive selfies like a slut. You must really need some dick mom. I bet the guys in your office fantasize about you too mom. But you're mine and no one else's," he paused. "You're MY cumslut!"
He started aggressively fucking his fist, and I matched his pace. We were both close.
"Here's what you need mom, here's your reward my slut-mommy!"
He began spewing his white thick liquid everywhere. He directed the first batch at my ass, before pivoting to my breasts, and then alternating between the two photos as he let out his last few ropes of jizz. By the end, both photos were submerged and barely recognizable.
"Oh Gush yes Omri, cum for your slut mother," I screamed, finally bringing myself to my climax with three fingers. My moans were no longer subdued and I didn't care who heard them. I didn't care how wrong it was to get myself off to my own son cumming on my pictures; it was the most alive I'd felt in years.
Delirium hit hard as I started to come down from the heavens. As I looked down I noticed the dark wet stains on the couch. That's going to take some cleaning.