Mom's Cunt 1

Mom’s Cunt 1

by RachaelDMM

“Hey, Mom, can I ask you something?”

Celeste looks up from the check she’s writing at the kitchen table, where she has all the household bills spread out.  “What is it, sweetie?”

“Can you give me a picture of your cunt?”

“What did you just say?”  Connor recognizes that tone of voice.  His mom is upset for some reason.

“Nothing…I was just thinking that maybe you could give me a picture of your cunt or something.”

“I most certainly will not!  And we do not use that word in this house, young man.”

“What word?”

“The…the C-word.”

“What should I say instead then?”

“You’re only thirteen years old, you shouldn’t be talking about that sort of thing at all.”

“The only other words for it I know are pussy, twat, coochie, and gash.  Max taught me that last one.  It sounds weird to me, but I could say that instead.”

“Well…all those are awful and you shouldn’t use any of them.”

“Oh, wait, I forgot about vagina.  Can I say that one?  Can I have a picture of your vagina, Mom?  Like, y’know, a close-up one…all naked and stuff?”

“Why would you even ask me that?”

“For the regular reason, I guess.  Something for me to…y’know, jerk off with.”

“This isn’t happening,” Connor’s mom says to the ceiling, putting her pen down and rubbing her temples.  Yeah, she is definitely mad.  “Do you even know what you’re saying?”

“Yeah, of course.”  It suddenly dawns on him why she is being so difficult.  “You see, Mom, jerking off is this new thing that all the guys are doing now where when your dick gets hard then you kind of pull on it and –”

She holds up a hand to stop him.  “I know all about jerking off, darling, trust me.  Didn’t your father teach you about that when you two had The Talk?”

“The Talk?  Oh, you mean when he told me about how to make a baby in a girl?  No, he never said anything about jerking off.  But it’s really great!  It feels totally good for some reason and you can do it as much as you want!”

“Oh, God, I’m not ready for this.  My baby is growing up.”  She seems to be calming down some.  He knew if he just explained it all to her she’d understand.

“Do you want to email them to me, or AirDrop them?”

“I’m not doing either, so you can get that idea right out of your head.”

“Aww, c’mon.  Aiden has a picture of his mom’s…ah, vagina.”

“Oh, he does not!”

“Does so!  He even showed me on his phone.”

“He’s lying to you.  That could have been anyone.  And I don’t want you looking at that kind of filth!”  Boys will be boys, she thought with resignation.

“No, it’s her for sure.  She has a blue butterfly tattoo right here on her hip - I saw it once when she wore a bikini at the pool - and it’s in the picture.  It was his mom, for sure.  She just sent it to him one day for no reason and he’s been jerking off to it like crazy ever since.  I wanted him to send it to me, but he said no.”

“I don’t need to hear this,” his mom groans.  ‘I told you I’m not giving you pictures of me naked.  I’m your mother, for God’s sake.”

“Yeah, but you’re, like, the only girl I really know all that well.  Other than Tina.

“Don’t you dare even think about your little sister like that!” she snaps.  Connor just bows his head and is quiet for a moment.

“Besides, I don’t think anyone at school will give me a picture, except maybe my teacher, but I don’t want to see her naked.  She’s not all sexy like you.”

She doesn’t want to admit that despite the surreal circumstances, she is a bit flattered by that.  “Even so, you’re not getting a picture of my…of my ‘privates.’”  She decides to try a different approach to help him understand.  “What would you say if I asked you for a picture of your penis?”

“Sure thing, Mom!”  He pulls his smartphone out of his back pocket.  “Do you want it to be all hard, or just regular?”  Connor reaches for his zipper.

She almost answers but catches herself before she can say something foolish.  “Don’t even think about it, you little perv.”

“But you just said…” he trails off, not understanding what’s going on.  “I don’t know what the big deal is.  Why are you acting so weird about this?”

His mom sighs.  “I don’t know how to explain it, but it’s very inappropriate that’s all.  For one thing, you shouldn’t be lusting after your own mother, and you certainly shouldn’t want to jerk off to me.  Think about girls your own age when you do that.”

“But girls my age are stupid.  They’re not as hot as you, and don’t have nice big boobs like you do.”

“Be that as it may…” Why was her pussy throbbing?  That shouldn’t be happening.  It isn’t possible that this disgusting conversation with her son is turning her on.  “You’re just going to have to jerk off to something, or someone, else.  As long as it’s not me or Tina.”

His disappointed look just about breaks her heart, but his boldly inappropriate request is just too outrageous to entertain.

“Okay, fine…I’ll just ask Dad. He’ll understand.  I’m pretty sure he probably has lots of naked pictures of you.  ”

Connor isn’t wrong about that.  His father was constantly pestering her to let him take nude photos of her.  He could see her naked whenever he wanted, why did he need so many pictures?  Men are so strange.  Men and boys.

The last thing she wants her son to do is bring this up with his father.  He’d flip out…most likely.  Or, worse…he’d actually give Connor some dirty pictures of her.  She wouldn’t put it past him, the dirty old fart.

“Okay, look, I don’t want you to do that.  I don’t think he’d like it, and I don’t want you to get into trouble.”  She doesn’t know what to do, but she has to find a way to distract him, at least for now, before he goes and does something stupid like ask a teacher or one of the neighbors for pictures of their pussy.  “I’ll tell you what, let me think about it.  You kind of hit me with this out of the blue, and I’m still a little shocked…a lot shocked.  Let me figure some things out, and I’ll get back to you.  How does that sound?”

“Okay, I guess.  How long will it take?”

“At least a day or two.”

“Fine.  And if you want I can take the pictures myself,” he offers, holding up his phone. 

“Okay, that’s good to know, Connor, but I just need a little time, that’s all.  And, I don’t want you to talk to anyone about this - not even Aiden.  If you do, then you won’t get anything from me.  Do you understand?”

Connor nods sullenly.  She feels bad for leading him on, but what else can she do?  She needs a way to get out of this awkward situation that not only saves her dignity but doesn’t cause her son to embarrass himself any further.

“Come here and give me a hug,” she says, holding her arms out.  He goes to her reluctantly and lets her embrace him.  He’s still her little boy, even if he is a raging, clueless sex fiend.  It’s just the hormones, she tells herself.  She’s gone through a lot with him over the years, and this is just one more thing that she needs to find a way to navigate.  But, is that…?

It is.  Connor’s little hard-on is pressing against her thigh.  Well, maybe it’s not that little…she knew puberty was coming, but she’s still not ready for it.  Her son clings onto her longer than she feels is proper and she gently breaks their hug.

“Now, you be a good boy, go to your room, and jerk off to something other than me...or your sister.  Okay?”

“Can it be Mrs. O’Donnell?”

“If you like, or it would be better to think about a girl in your class that you like.”

“Jessa?”

“She sounds lovely.”

“She’s kinda chubby, but Joey says she likes to put boys’ dicks in her mouth.  Not sure why, but when I think about that it makes my dink get all hard.”

“I’m sure a lot of things do that.”  Before she can stop herself, she reaches out and tweaks his boner through his pants.  He chuckles and smiles sheepishly.

“I guess so…”  He turns to leave.  “Okay, I’m going to go play with myself and NOT think about you, Mom.”  

She is almost certain he will be thinking about nothing but her.  Oddly, it’s nice to know that she’s the object of a young man’s sexual desire, even if that young man is her own son…as worrisome as that is.  She hadn’t thought about Freud since Psych 101 back in college, but maybe the old wackjob was onto something.  

She is pretty sure her sweet boy hasn’t discovered porn online yet, otherwise, he’d know he could see all the cunt he wants without having to resort to his own mother.  She wanted to keep him away from that cesspool of depravity for as long as possible, but maybe it would be better to take the porn blockers off of his phone and redirect him toward digital debauchery before his interest in her took a darker turn.  How is it possible that he is so clueless about sex and the rules of propriety?

Of course, she only has herself to blame for it - at least partially.  That was the first time she ever talked to her boy about anything to do with sex.  How was he supposed to learn?  His father is apparently useless in that regard - he should have at least told him about masturbation when they talked.  But, of course, no one ever told her and she still managed to figure it out all on her own.  As she remembers it, that was one of her favorite parts of growing up - the discovery and the enjoyment of her own body.  Whatever the case, she can’t blame Connor for his brazenly crude request - he just didn’t know any better.  

She hadn’t shaved her pussy for a few months.  Should she clean up down there?  Connor wouldn’t want to see her pussy covered with out-of-control hair.  Maybe give it a quick trim, or shave it all off.  That’s what all the girls were doing these days, right?   What was she thinking?  She shakes her head in an effort to excise those horribly perverse thoughts.  It isn’t an issue because she isn’t giving her son pictures of her naked cunt!  That’s for sure.

Celeste picks up her pen and tries to get back to paying the bills.  She quickly realizes that she’s rocking in the kitchen chair, grinding her crotch as she does.  This is silly, she thinks, but a few minutes later she gives in, leans back, and begins rubbing herself between the legs through her pants.  She can’t help but think about her dear boy in his room right now, naked and tugging on his hard little cock.  A cock that she now knows for sure isn’t so little anymore.  

She ignores how inappropriate it is, and how disturbing it is for a mother to get turned on by such lewd thoughts about her own son,  but the ensuing orgasm erases all that from her mind… for a moment or two.  Only afterward does the guilt and shame return, stronger in many ways.  But, that doesn’t stop her from getting off twice more in her bedroom using her favorite vibrator thinking those very same nasty, incestuous thoughts.

She’s in trouble, and she knows it.  How did one stupid conversation lead to this?  Never had she thought about her boy like that, and suddenly she is having fantasies about spreading her legs for him while he snaps pictures of her wide open cunt, giving him a nude lapdance, and then letting him jerk off all over her bare tits and face.  She has to get herself under control.

The first thing she has to do is talk to Mrs. O’Donnell, Aiden’s mom, and see what’s going on with her.  Did she really send her son those pictures, or is Connor too trusting for his own good?  Boys can do a lot with Photoshop these days. And now they even have AI.  It would be an easy matter, she imagines, to insert a blue butterfly tattoo on a random porn chick and pass that off as his mom to impress the other boys.

One last orgasm, and then she promises herself she’s not going to think about Connor’s cock or cum anymore.  Maybe she should take him up on his offer to give her a picture of it…

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