emmaersk: My son opened the door a little, sticking his head inside. He saw me and he couldn’t
emmaersk: My son opened the door a little, sticking his head inside. He saw me and he couldn’t really pretend that he didn’t as I was looking straight at him. “Come and sit her. Mommy wants to talk.” I stroke the bed with my hand and I saw him hesitate but I just kept smiling while I turned around and logged on to his computer. His eyes moved to the computer and I heard a loud gasp as he understood what I was doing. “Mom!” he shouted before he fell silent again. As if I had done it a thousand times I found his hidden folder again. “Want to explain this?” I said as I opened up a picture from the folder. It was a photo of me, sunbathing topless in the backyard. I was on a blanket, my head resting on a towel and my big breasts were shining from sweat. I remembered that day well and the entire time I had been laying there were photographed. I browsed the pictures, making them almost come alive. I was moving around on the blanket, my hand sliding down my stomach to between my legs. I knew the ending but I couldn’t stop looking. My finger moved through the pictures and I felt aroused again, though I wouldn’t. I looked back at my son and his face was all red and he looked down on the floor. “It was … it was a mistake. I’m sorry. I’ll delete those, I promise.” He was quietly sobbing and I took a look at him. My son, 19 years old and already a real man. More than my husband who I desperately tried to forget after he had his way with one of the neighbors daughters. But I didn’t want to think about that now. “Come here. I won’t hurt you, son. I just want you to sit here and talk to me.” He walked heavily towards the bed and sat down. I put my arm around his shoulder and pressed him closer to me. “Hey, take it easy now. I said I won’t hurt you. I’m your mom. Can you look me in the eyes when I talk with you? What I’m about to say is important.” He raised his head and looked into my eyes. Little tears was rolling down his cheeks and I immediately felt like someone was squeezing my heart very hard with a hand. I resisted the urge to lean toward him and kiss him. I turned around and grabbed the computer and put it in my lap. We browsed a few more pictures and when the pictures of me disappeared all we could see were porn pictures he had downloaded from the internet. “Is this your jerk off-folder?” I said and looked at him. He nodded and I felt a small electrical discharge between my legs. I had to close my eyes to regain my focus again. I browsed through more internet porn but couldn’t find any more pictures of me. I put the laptop back on the box. I turned around and put my fingers under my sons chin. “I’m not gonna hurt you but I would like it if you were straight with me now, son. Okay?” He swallowed and nodded. “So I’m gonna ask right now, do you have anymore pictures of me?” He shook his head. I asked him again and he shook his head. I took out a tiny USB-stick I had laying next to the box on the bed. I showed it to him and his face went all pale. “You want to take that back?” He looked at me and I could see his lips start to quiver again. “It…. It wasn’t my fault. I just …. I think you’re hot.” His confession made me a little out of breath and I just stared at him, holding the stick between my fingers. This was taking a turn I hadn’t expected. “You… think I’m hot.” I felt my cheeks burn and that buzzing feeling between my legs grew into a storm. I grew restless and put my leg over the other. “So, how long have you felt this way?” He looked at me and I could see his eyes move around. “I want the truth, Daniel.” The tone of my voice and me saying his name made him twitch back and look at me straight. “I’m sorry. About a year” he mumbled. I put my feet down on the floor, legs slightly spread. I had made my decision and his confession had made it easier. “Daniel…” As soon as I said his name he looked at me with wide open eyes. When he noticed my hand starting to stroke him over his back I could see confusion in his eyes. “I want to say something to you. Don’t be afraid, okay?” I leaned closer to him and whispered something in his ear. He looked at me with even wider eyes. I thought they would pop out and I put my hand on his thigh. I smiled towards him and started stroking his thigh. “If you want to, all you have to do is ask.” I looked him straight in the eyes and pretty soon he opened his mouth to give me his answer. -- source link