The following story is based strongly on true events. This story is designed to be as accurate as possible while still allowing the story to flow. All names, dates, and locations have been changed. Some narrative details have been added based on common sense and context from screenshots I have received from various parties. Some messages and spoken lines have been edited out for the sake of story flow. I have never written a story like this before and there are tons of text messages, but I left them there to stay true to the real events. So please forgive any grammatical or typing errors within the text messages or dialog.
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Victoria Santos had her hand between her legs as she sat in the warm breeze on her porch along the California coast. Managing her husband’s fitness center while he was away on business had its benefits- mainly that on many days she did not have to go into work at all. Her 18-year-old son, Carlos, was often out hanging with his friends during the summer, which meant that she had time to sip wine on her deck and go on her favorite erotica site.
Of course, the tan wife and mother of Columbian decent had a secret. When you spend so many days alone, and there is only so much time you can spend tightening your already-tight core, you tend to have the time and freedom to explore yourself.
What Victoria had discovered early on in her exploration on the erotic site, was that she craved mother/son erotica. Her own son being 18, she found it easy to relate to the sexual tension in the stories. It was a deep secret that she swore she would never act on, but despite that, loved to explore further.
This is where I enter the story.
You see, three months ago I had received an email from Victoria regarding one of my stories. It is not rare for me to get feedback mail from readers. As you can imagine, some of it is vile, but occasionally, I will get an interesting email that I will respond to.
When Victoria introduced herself, she noted that she was a fan of one of my stories. It was somewhat of a joke story I had written about a mom that became an erotic “superhero.” In the story, a mother is the MILF to both her son and his two friends. (Since this is Literotica, you can imagine what the four of them end up doing at various points- it involves a lot of profuse cumming, moaning, and incest.)
Naturally being interested in a mom that had these fantasies in real life, I started to talk to Victoria on Google Hangouts. During our conversation, she told me all about how she kept having a fantasy where her 18-year-old son, a dark-headed teenager in good shape, continued to service her orally and then she would return the favor.
After asking her if she ever wanted to act on her dreams, Victoria continued to flip-flop between seriously being interested and it being just a fantasy. I could tell she deeply wanted to have sex with her son but couldn’t even imagine making the monumental decision in real life.
I wanted to make this an incest story into a happy ending for all parties. She told me about how her son constantly was checking her out (I would later see why) and that he was nearly frozen every time she walked around the house in her bikini, which was often.
After encouraging her more and more, Victoria was close to the tipping point where she would actually do something to provoke her son into quasi-sexual behavior. She said she would start wearing skimpier clothing around the house. She said she would start letting him stare more instead of covering up when she was wearing a low blouse.
Right as she was getting hotter than she had ever been in her life, she began to second-guess herself. She blurted out that she had made a mistake and not only stopped responding, but blocked me from messaging her, likely citing me as the coaxer of bad behavior (admittedly, she was right).
That was the end of my conversations with Victoria, or so I thought…
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Two weeks ago, I was in my bed reading a book on a lazy Sunday, when my phone made an unfamiliar sound. It was an alert that was unlike that of any app I regularly used. I checked my phone to see there was a message on Hangouts from Victoria.
“Hey”
“Hey,” I replied. “I thought you didn’t want to talk to me anymore. What changed?”
“I feel guilty about these fantasies, and often try to stop everything related to them. Often I fail,” she admitted.
I was curious as to whether she was going to talk to me just so she could block me for months at the end of the conversation again. I did not have high hopes going in. I kept it to small talk, telling her I was about to write another story about a mom that steps in for a group of girls that left her son’s party in the basement.
“Does she bang her son?”
I literally laughed out loud first. “Lol… of course that happens. But she also has fun with his friends,” I added.
After a moment, she replied. “That sounds hot. That is a huge turn on for me… To feel the inexperienced boy become a confident man as I guide him.”
Her İskenderpaşa Escort Bayan response admittedly turned me on. I then thought about our last conversation. “Last time you seemed more interested in your son that his friends.”
She messaged me back sharply, “That is a fantasy I have had every once in a while. I am NOT ever going to actually do anything with my son. That’s wrong. I use it to turn me.”
“So what are your current fantasies?” I asked, trying to take some of the edge off.
“General ones? making love to my son, his friends…”
“In your fantasies how do you end up making love with your son?”
“As in what leads us there?”
“Yes.”
“It naturally depends on the scenario I am imagining, but I suppose the recurring theme is that of natural mother and son intimacy evolving to sexual intimacy. Does that make sense?”
“Yes, it does. You like each other more and more and it becomes sexual. Do you want to teach him a lot?”
“It is a kinky thought. ONLY a thought, but yes.”
I did not want to prod anymore about her son and cause her to block me again. I was starting to enjoy talking to her. “How long have you wanted to have sex with his friends?” I sort of changed the subject.
“Almost a year now,” she replied quickly.
“How many friends does he have that you’d like to fuck?”
“He has three close ones, all of which are rather appealing. One is a bit chubby, not fat, rather tall. There is a thin black one, medium height, and one who is quite the gym addict hahaha”
“That friend group has a lot of different looks. Have you caught any of them looking at you?”
I could sense her pride through my phone, as she responded, “All of them.” It seemed that her son’s friends were a ‘safer’ way to explore her fantasies.
“I know you will never do anything with your son, but you could always try to have fun with one of his friends.” I joked.
Once again, she reminded me of where she stood on following through with things in real life. “I am not really one to cheat.”
“I see. Is your husband home a lot?” I already knew the answer to this based on our previous conversation. At this point, it was annoying me that a woman that wanted something so bad was too afraid to go for it, and I wanted to help her get past her mental blocks.
“No, my husband frequently travels.”
“Hmm… well the friends might be a good way to get attention while he is gone. You should just have fun flirting with them a little.” I waited for her to tell me off. But that didn’t happen.
“Think it’s safe? And BRB.”
“I don’t see why it wouldn’t be safe,” I said this completely unaware of her situation at home.
As I waited for her to BRB, I wondered what had to be running through her mind. My mind was no longer on my book. I found myself rereading lines without picking up any words.
Finally, she got back. “Well… I would be the one in control after all,” she agreed.
“That’s true. It could only go as far as you wanted.” I helped her feel secure. “What do you think you can do to flirt with them?”
“Partake more in their activities when in my house would be a start I guess? Dress more provocatively?”
“Yeah, those would definitely work! You could also laugh more at their jokes and touch them on the arm, those are classic ways of flirting.” I was hoping I was opening her up to new ideas.
“Do you think they’d flirt back?”
Obviously, whether they did or not was dependent on a lot of things. I had no clue what she looked like or if her son’s friends had interest in her. “What is your best quality?”
She responded to the open-ended question quickly. “My legs.”
“Very hot. I would definitely show them off more if I were you. How far would you go with your son’s friends?”
“Short from touching I guess.”
“So everything up to sexual touching?” I asked to make things clear.
“I guess.”
Victoria and I continued to talk about ways she could message her son’s friends on apps like Snapchat. She told me she did not want things to get anywhere near that personal.
“I can see that. In your mind then, imagine the sexiest flirtiest thing you could do with or for them that wouldn’t be taking it too far.”
“Discuss sex I guess? I would find a way to share experiences and preferences.”
“Ok, that would be really hot haha.” And without thinking much of it, I added, “They’d probably go home and jerk off to the idea of doing those things with you.”
“Thats amazing”
It was her most enthusiastic response yet. “Do you want them to jerk off to you?”
“Yes…”
“Then talking about sex and touching their arms and spending more time with them will surely make that happen.” Out of nowhere, I thought I might be pushing her too far, but I added anyway, “You can also start texting or messaging them.”
“Like, now?!”
Seeing her strong response, I backed off slightly, “Well if you wanted to, sure you Escort İskender could message them now.”
“Maybe I should decide whenever I am thinking straight haha.” She had began to use the same non-committal language that she had used when I talked her though her feelings for her son last time. I realized things weren’t going to go anywhere. With a last-ditch effort, I replied honestly, “You aren’t thinking straight right now? You seem to be to me. I haven’t noticed anything weird.”
“I’m sort of excited… horny.”
“Oh I see. Being horny is kind of a normal state for me. That shouldn’t be a problem as long as you are disciplined.” I reminded her, “You have been disciplined so far when talking about how far you’d be willing to go.” I knew she had to agree with my statements. And before she could have time to doubt herself again, I asked, “What’s the name of the friend you find most attractive?”
“John.”
“Which one is he? What does he look like?”
“The gym one.”
“That makes sense lol. Do you have John’s number?”
“Yes.” Her short response came across as if she was skeptical of what I’d say next. And she had every right to be.
I prompted her. “You can just send him a text to say hello and ask him how he is doing.”
“That would be strange…Unless I had a reason to message him.”
She was right. “That’s true.” I came up with an angle for her quickly. It was lame, but likely bland enough to work. “You could say someone left a hat at your house and you want to ask if it’s his.”
“That could work…” She was thinking.
“Just make the text very friendly. Like, ‘Hey John, someone left a hat at my house and I wanted to see if it was yours :)'”
To my surprise, she sent the message right away. “Ahead of you… I regretted it the minute I sent it.”
I honestly did not believe her. “Send me a screen capture of it.”
She promptly put up the screen capture. I could see that from the time her message about the hat was sent that she had in fact messaged John at the time she had said. I have always been wary of people online, so I was glad to see that she sent it the moment she claimed. She would not have had enough time to make up a fake contact or ask a friend to pretend to be John. And plus, at the time she sent it, she had no reason to believe I would even ask for a screenshot.
I was blown away that a woman that had never cheated was about to flirt with her son’s 18-year-old friend.
We talked for a while about the easiest way to send screenshots over email. Finally, I asked her, “What do you plan to say after he says the hat isn’t his?”
“He just did. I froze”
“Send me the screenshot and I can help you. When is the last time you’ve seen John?”
“Yesterday”
“Did you talk to him about anything?”
“Not specifically”
“What did he say in his reply just now?”
“That the hat wasn´t his.”
“Maybe say, ‘Ok. I wasn’t sure who it belonged to. Anyway, I hope you can find time away from the gym so we can talk again when you come over next.'”
To my surprise, she was even more forward than I had expected. “Should I put a little wink at the end?”
“Yeah, that would be better,” I suppressed my surprise.
“He is typing.” She then followed up, “He said he would love to, and that I should invite him over to talk sometime.”
I was happy for her with how well things were going so far. And as someone who always wanted to bang an older woman when I was 18, I was also rooting for John. “Well that’s a good text back. What are you thinking of saying back?”
It was then that I got the message that I had been dreading. It was the message that let me know that again, I had wasted a lot of my time.
“Not sure… actually thinking of cutting this short…”
Choosing not to validate her concerns, I ignored them. I messaged her, “I think you could follow up, ‘That sounds good. You can tell some workouts I can do at home so I can get in good shape ;)’.”
“Hm. Given I run a fitness studio that does not sound convincing at all… It would make it obvious that I am flirting.”
(This was when I learned about her occupation.) “I didn’t know that. Maybe say ‘tell me some workouts I can do at my studio’ instead.”
“I told him he could tell me some exercises to burn fat from my waist.”
As I had expected, John was going to follow up with a compliment, but he was bolder than either of us had expected. Victoria went on a small rant. “He told me I am pretty hot already.” “Alright, this went to far.” “Time to pull the plug.”
Not wanting everything to go to waste, I calmly replied, “Maybe it could be time to take a break for the day.”
I then thought better of that. I remembered how the last time I just ignored her doubts and kept helping her respond. “If you say nothing back then he will be really embarrassed. Think of a way you can pleasantly end the conversation? What would it be?”
“I don´t know…” She was still in doubt. İskenderpaşa Escort
“Maybe something like, ‘Thank you for the compliment, John 😉 We’ll talk later in person.’ That will end the messaging for now without making things weird.”
“Good one.”
“Maybe he will respond, maybe he won’t. But it’s a good place to end until you see him in person.”
She had sent the message. “He read it but did not answer.”
“That’s good, right?” I thought it was what she wanted.
“Not sure…”
“Did you want him to answer?”
In a defining moment of our conversations, she admitted, “Yes… guess I did.”
“Oh ok. Maybe give a quick follow up, ‘When do you think you’ll be over next?'”
“Not sure I should.” She quickly shrunk back into her shell.
Trying to be thoughtful and subtle, I noted, “It’s a tough one. My thought is that he was upset he was kind of cut short… maybe the last message came off a little abruptly? I feel that if you wanted him to respond, then you should send him something that he can respond to and know things aren’t weird.”
Her message to him was even greater than the one I had come up with. “Told him not to forget his swimming trunks when he comes over. He once borrowed my son´s. I thought that was… well, an innocent poke.”
“That’s a good one. He might think you’re asking him to go swimming with you though.”
“I know,” she recognized.
“Did you want him to think that?”
“Yes… he just messaged back. He told me we could always skinny dip if he does forget it.” Victoria was taken back by how bold and skilled John was at messaging. This was his best friend’s mom!
“Kid is not bad…” she remarked.
Just when I thought we were over the doubting fits, she lamented, “I never should have started this.”
I was quick to stop her. “I don’t see the harm in flirting. And are you enjoying yourself?”
“I am…”
Though if she had known what was going on on the other side of the phone, she likely would have stopped right there. Unknown to either of us, John was currently in his bedroom having the time of his life messaging Carlos’ mom. He was in his bed reading her texts and hanging on every word. The number of times he had fantasized about her were insane, and here she was sending him messages with winking emojis and notes about how she realized he went to the gym.
But John was not the only person in the room who fantasized about Victoria that was in on the fun. What Victoria did not recognize was that Carlos was hanging out at John’s that day. Behind each message back to her, it was not John alone. It was two minds. One was the sexy young man that came to her house sometimes, and the other was her son.
(As Carlos has told us now) Carlos did not mind one bit that his mom was flirting with his best friend. In fact, it was the greatest gift he had ever received. Carlos had fantasized about his mother for years. He had always imagined scenarios of how he could end up with her. And this, he thought, was his golden ticket. Carlos realized that either his mom loved guys his age and might be willing to have sex with him as well, or more cynically, he would be able to blackmail her into having sex with him in exchange for his dad not finding out about John.
As I continued to help Victoria, I reminded her about her priorities in order to get her to respond to the skinny-dipping line. “That’s the important thing, right, having fun? Maybe respond, ‘You would skinny dip with me there?’.”
Once again, Victoria outdid me. “I told him my husband wouldn´t be happy about that.”
The message seemed frightening. “Do you think he’ll respond to it?” The message might have been able to scare away John alone, but little did I know, John was there with Carlos, who was helping him craft messages and keep his confidence.
“He did. Told me he wouldn’t know. And then he added that he doubted I would be thinking about my husband anyway.”
“Wow… Say, ‘What would I be thinking about?’.”
“Sent it.” She was getting nervous, but in an excited way. “My heart is pounding.”
You should say something like, “If you’re going to skinny dip then I shouldn’t let you see me. If you think I’m hot then you might have an accident ;)”
“Oh God…”
At first, I thought she was overwhelmed by my suggested response. She was overwhelmed by something else. “This is crazy.”
“What happened? Send me a screenshot.”
“No… I am done… this is crazy…”
I sent her a couple messages before she finally responded, “He sent me a fucking dick picture! A picture of his fucking cock.”
“Holy… wow… Did you respond?”
“No. I am far from control here.”
“That’s a ballsy move by him.”
“No shit it is… What is he thinking”
“He’s thinking with his dick instead of his head… that’s what young men do. He got horny and took a risk. Maybe say, ‘I know you’re excited to talk to me like this, but let’s save visual stuff for the pool.'”
Victoria waited a long time to respond. I had a feeling she was reelling from the picture. Of course, what she did not know was that in John’s room, the two horny 18-year-old’s were holding their breath. Both erect, after realizing that Carlos had the bigger cock, they had sent a photo of it to to his mom. Victoria had just seen her son’s erect cock.