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  She had melted in his arms after that. All of the bedrooms at the apartment had been filled with people doing exactly what he wanted to do with her. They sat on the couch, and right there in the crowded living room, Kurt began to explore under her skirt with his hands. One thing led to another, and soon enough she was on his lap, with his hard cock threatening to poke a hole through her clothing. He had started whispering more dirty things into her ear, kissing her neck, and decided to take it a step further when he pulled his cock out and slipped her panties over to the side.

  It was incredibly thrilling to be taking it so far right there in public, where they could be discovered at any time. Kurt fucked her slowly at first, but their rhythm increased until anyone who looked over for long enough got an idea of what was going on. Kurt came deep inside her pussy, much to the girl’s despair. It wasn’t his proudest moment, but impulse and desire were two enemies that he just couldn’t match in a head to head encounter.

  Kurt was broken out of his reminiscence by the vibration of his phone. He pulled it out with one hand while he kept the other on the wheel. When he took a look at the screen he almost lost control of his car. His mom had texted him something that was completely outside of anything he could have expected or understood. It was a picture of her with her bra pulled down, perfect nipples poking out and a face full of seduction. It was the hottest and sexiest selfie he had ever seen.

  Confusion hit him like a ton of bricks. Kurt threw on his blinker and pulled over to the side of the empty interstate highway. He took a closer look at the photo. It was definitely her. He felt his cock stirring in his pants and had to fight to keep himself from being overwhelmed by his urges. It didn’t make any sense at all to him. His cock was hard, and it was for his own mother. Why did she send him this photo?

  Before he could think about it any longer, he received another text message. It was from his mother, again.

  “I’m so sorry sweetie! I didn’t mean to send that to you!”

  Kurt stared at the message on his screen. Of course she didn’t mean to send it to him, there was no way that could be the case. He swiped back up to the photo. Somehow, the knowledge that he wasn’t supposed to have ever seen it just made it seem more illicit. His pretty little mother, baring her tits for him, phone held up to capture the erotic moment. He found that one of his hands had meandered its way down to his crotch and was rubbing it absent mindedly. His phone vibrated again.

  “Please don’t tell anyone about this!”

  Who would he ever tell about this? There is no way it would ever come up in casual conversation with his friends. But his dad on the other hand…wait, his dad. His dad was not a tech savvy individual, and still had the same flip phone he bought back in the early 2000s. Kurt wasn’t even sure if it could receive photos.

  What that meant was that this erotic selfie wasn’t intended to be sent to his dad. She’s having an affair, he realized. He looked at the photo again, and felt his cock throb. Everything about the situation felt wrong to him, from the drama behind it to the way it was turning him on so much. He tucked his phone into his bag, and pulled his car back on to the road. Home was another 90 minutes away, and he could get to the bottom of it then.

  Kurt focused on the road. His iPhone played music as he drove, and he heard another text message arrive, interrupting one of the songs for a second. He knew who it was from, and it took all of his will power to keep from looking at it.

  The photo itself raised so many questions. Just how could his mom be having an affair? It was hard for Kurt to imagine her being with anyone other than his father. Should he ask her about it? Would she just lie and avoid giving him a straight answer?

  Kurt noticed an off ramp for a rest stop up ahead, and pulled his car over to it. He parked, and then took out his phone. Sure enough, there was another text from his mom.

  “Please Kurt, please please please don’t tell your father!”

  He thought about it for a moment. Why shouldn’t he? His dad had a right to know something like this. As if looking for answers, Kurt pulled the picture back up again. His mom’s naked body looked so good. It was difficult for him to rationalize the hard on that he found growing in his pants. He definitely found her arousing, and that complication seemed to throw another wrench into a bunch of already tangled gears.

  Kurt knew he had to text something back to her. He wanted to get the situation to the point where it was at least bearable for him over vacation. He opened up his messenger app, and thought long and hard about exactly what to say. His cock was still hard, and ached for release.

  “Who were you sending that photo to?” he texted her.

  “It’s none of your business, Kurt,” was the response.

  She was definitely being rather self-righteous for someone who was essentially just caught cheating on her husband. Sexting was the most accurate term for what she was doing, if Kurt recalled correctly.

  “Tell me who or I’ll send dad the photo,” he texted back.

  It was a total bluff. More than anything, Kurt wanted this situation to blow over with his home intact. Sending the photo to his dad was the last thing he would do. There is no way he could ever tell him directly. If it really did seem like Cassandra was truly unfaithful to his dad, and it was affecting their relationship in an untenable way, Kurt figured that he would use the photo to blackmail her into leaving nice and quietly. A messy divorce was the last thing his dad needed.

  “I’ve been seeing someone…other than your father,” Cassandra wrote in the reply.

  “Yeah, no shit. What’s his name?” Kurt didn’t know why exactly he wanted to know who it was. It really didn’t matter, he knew that. In his head, he rationalized it as just making sure that it wasn’t someone close to the family, a backstabber in their midst.

  “It’s not a man,” read the reply from Cassandra. Kurt did a double take, and still had trouble working out just exactly what she was saying. If it’s not a man, than it must be…a woman?

  “Send me a picture of her,” he texted her. Again, he was shocked by his own words. He didn’t need a picture, and really, he didn’t need to know anything about this woman. But he wanted to, and his cock still throbbed. He knew it was absurd, but he felt like he had been dragged into this situation against his will. He didn’t intend to leave until he’d gotten just a little more satisfaction.

  The reply from Cassandra was, as asked, another photo. The woman in it was a fiery red head wearing a nice black dress. It showed off her medium sized breasts and slim figure. It was hard for Kurt to not get even more aroused as he looked at it. His mom and this woman, just what had they been doing together? He wondered for a moment, and then realized that he could actually get an answer.

  “When is the last time you saw her?” Kurt texted.

  “This past Monday, right after your father left.”

  “And what did you two do that night?”

  “Kurt, this is none of your business. Can we just talk when you get home?”

  “Tell me now, or I will blow your secret.” Again, Kurt was bluffing. This situation was becoming more and more erotic for him by the second. Something about the control the illicit image afforded him was fueling the fires of sexual desire in his loins. He wanted his mom to tell him everything about her affair.

  “Fine. We had a very nice night. We had dinner, and then afterwards, we went to bed together.”

  Kurt realized that he wouldn’t be able to get any explicit details out of his mother. This was the same woman that would blush whenever sex scenes would come in in movies. The selfie was out of character enough for her, he sincerely doubted she would be texting him the specifics on any sexy exploits, intentionally or under duress.

  “Send me another photo of your girlfriend,” he texted to her. “The sexiest one that you have.”

  A couple of seconds went by, followed by a couple of minutes. No reply came. Kurt felt as though he might have pushed it too far. Finally, his phone vibrated, and he picked it up. T
he redhead was now naked. She was fondling her tits with one hand, and the other was holding the phone up to snap the selfie. The look on her face mimicked the one he had seen on his mom’s before. Kurt felt his dick ache with desire. He needed release. After looking around to make sure the rest stop parking lot was deserted, he unzipped his pants and released his hard cock from its confines. He began to stroke himself as he stared at the photo, and then had a thought.

  “Send me a couple more,” he texted to his mom. He really did feel like he needed more. The situation was quickly turning into something that would require more photos.

  “I don’t have anymore, why would I?” his mom texted back.

  Kurt was stroking his cock enthusiastically. He went back to looking at the photo of the redhead, but accidentally swiped up too far on his phone and brought up the one of his mom that had started everything. She was just as hot, if not hotter than her girlfriend, he found himself thinking. Guilt swept through him as he realized that he was masturbating to a nude photo of his mother. It felt wrong, but his horniness overpowered any logical objections his mind could come up with.

  “Take another one of yourself, and send it to me,” he texted to his mom, in disbelief of what he was typing even as he tapped it into his phone.

  There was no response. Kurt continued stroking his dick for several minutes, this time looking back at the photo of his mom. It felt so wrong, but all he could think about was spraying cum all over her gorgeous tits. Suddenly, his phone vibrated again. He picked it up, and saw that his mom had replied with his request.

  The photo was of her in bra and panties. It was similar to the original one, but his mom was slightly more covered, and her cheeks were blushing bright red with embarrassment. Just the fact that she had replied with his request seemed to spur Kurt’s dick, on, and he pumped it even harder as he texted her a reply.

  “More. I want to see you naked.”

  He had just texted his own mom that he wanted to see her naked. Kurt felt a strange mixture of guilt and arousal. He wanted to see her naked, and more. He was realizing that he wanted to do things to her, and it was pushing him into a state of hot desire. His phone vibrated again, and he knew it was from his mom.

  This time her breasts were fully exposed. One arm was lifting the huge globes up and pushing them together seductively, and the other held the phone up in the classic position for the selfie. The look on his mom’s face was still embarrassed, but slightly more erotic this time. Kurt was on the verge of cumming, and he had to go easy on his cock for a second. He didn’t want this sexting session to be over quite yet, and realized that it was his turn to take things to the next level. He pulled off his shirt, and after a little experimentation with angling his phone, snapped a shot of his hand wrapped around his own big, rock hard cock. He could see a drop of precum visible in the shot, right on the tip. Kurt considered what he was doing for a moment, and then sent the picture to his mom. The reply from her came quickly.

  “Oh my god sweetie, you can’t do that!” she texted him.

  “I didn’t do anything mom. This is the state you put me in with that first photo.”

  “We have to stop this honey! It’s wrong.”

  “What, you want me to stop stroking my cock to your photos, mom?”

  Kurt waited a minute for a reply, but none came. Finally, he decided to send another.

  “I want you to take off your panties and send me a picture of your cunt.”

  Again, there was no response for about a minute, and then his phone vibrated again. The photo was of his mom’s pussy, dripping wet with her own juices, with two of her finger pushed inside of it. Kurt was pumping his cock faster now, and could again feel himself approaching the point of no return.

  “Send me a video mom. I want to see what you’re doing right now.”

  A silent minute went by. This is it, thought Kurt. This is the request that pushed it too far. Finally, his phone vibrated, and he swiped it open to a short, 15 second video sent to him by his mom.

  She was naked, lying on her bed totally exposed. Both of her hands were free and playing with her pussy. Kurt figured that she must have set her phone up against her bed stand. She was moaning loudly, and her hips were thrusting up and down as she masturbated. Kurt pumped his own cock at a similar pace, imagining himself fucking her cunt wildly. Finally, she moaned and her body tensed in orgasm. Kurt could see her melt into the bed as the pleasure overtook her. He felt his own cock explode right after, and sprayed his white hot cum into a towel he had on his passenger seat.

  “Oh my god,” he said to himself out loud. “Did that just happen?”

  As if to answer his question, another message from his mom arrived.

  “Honey this was all wrong. Delete everything I sent you, this never happened! This can’t have happened.”

  Kurt thought for a moment about whether or not to respond, and then started his car. It wasn’t too much further of a drive back home, and he could figure things out when he got there.

  Kurt was in a daze for the last hour and a half of the trip. He flipped from one radio station to another. His mind was haunted by thoughts of what his mom would say to him when he arrived home, and what he would say to her. Eventually, he pulled off the interstate at the familiar exit that led to his hometown. After navigating down the nostalgic streets he grew up on, he found his way to his parent’s house, and parked in the driveway.

  He sat in his car for several minutes before heading inside. Ideas of how to apologize and how to ask for forgiveness flowed through his mind. It had all happened so fast. He knew that he had to take full responsibility, but struggled with the implications of just what that would mean. After cursing the insatiable desires of his own dick and twiddling his thumbs on the steering wheel for a while, he finally got out of the car and headed in through the front door.

  “Hey honey,” Cassandra was sitting on the couch in the living room and greeted him as he came inside. “It’s so good to see you!”

  She walked over and gave him a hug. Kurt was shocked for a moment, but composed himself and managed to reciprocate the embrace.

  “Yeah, it’s good to be home, mom,” he said. It was hard for him to play along. Out of all the reactions he had imagined in his mind, this was not one he had anticipated. She was acting as though none of it had happened. Kurt decided to just keep his mouth shut and do his best to forget as well.

  “Do you want me to fix you some food?” She asked him, walking into the kitchen. “You must be hungry after your…long drive.”

  “Uh, yeah, sure,” he replied. His mom bustled around the fridge and pulled out ingredients for a sandwich. Kurt couldn’t help but watch her as she moved around. Her top was the same one he had seen her wearing earlier in the texts, and it clung to her upper body in a way that was incredibly flattering and offered more than enough cleavage to catch the eye. The skirt she was wearing was short and tight, and he couldn’t help but ogle her perfect butt as she bent down to pull some lettuce out of the vegetable crisper.

  A silent tension hung on the air as Cassandra put together the meal. Kurt felt a strange tingling sensation brooding in his crotch. It was almost as though a naked woman was walking around the room. Had the pictures really changed things between the two of them that much? As she walked over to the table to hand him his sandwich, Cassandra leaned forward, allowing him to sneak a peek down her shirt at her huge tits. The jolt that ran through his cock at the sight almost seemed to directly answer his question.

  “Here you go sweetie,” she said with a smile. “Let me know if there is anything else I can do for you.”

  “I will mom,” he said. Cassandra walked upstairs and left him to his food.

  Kurt sat alone with his thoughts as he ate his meal. If she didn’t want to acknowledge what had happened, that was fine by him. He found himself wondering more and more about the circumstances that led to her sending that sexy selfie in the first place.

  After finishing his food, he made his way
to his computer and pulled up his mom’s Facebook page. It didn’t take more than a minute of scanning the recent posts on her wall for Kurt to find a woman who looked exactly like his mom’s supposed girlfriend.

  “Sonia Smith, huh,” he muttered to himself as he clicked on her profile. She looked exactly like the photo he had gotten from his mom, except now she was clothed. Or at least mostly clothed, there was an interesting album of beach photos in which her and his mom were in very skimpy two pieces. He tried to pull it up, only to find that her privacy settings would not allow it.

  Kurt was conflicted. More than anything, he wanted to do as his mom had and put this whole situation behind him. It still seemed almost unbelievable to him and so many questions where racing through his mind. How long had this affair been going on for? When and where did their encounters happen? And most importantly, why did it seem so strange and unnaturally arousing to him?

  He decided that if he really wanted answers, he was going to have to do something drastic. He clicked back to Sonia’s main profile page, and then clicked on the “Add Friend” button up near the top.

  Nothing happened immediately. Kurt busied himself with a new video game mod he had been meaning to try out. After about an hour, he glanced over at his phone, and saw exactly what he had been hoping for. Sonia had accepted his friend request.

  He closed down the game and pulled up his web browser. Clicking back to Facebook, he looked down at his chat window and saw something that made his heart race. She was online. He clicked on her name and thought very carefully about what to send her in his message.

  “Hey Sonia!” he said.

  “Hey, this is Kurt right? Cassie’s son?”

  “Yeah that’s me…”

  A couple of seconds went by, just long enough to reveal to him that she, too, was thinking carefully about her words. That only made sense. This was the son of a woman who engaged in an affair with her. She had to be very careful to not give anything away.