Mom's Cunt 2

Mom’s Cunt 2

by RachaelDMM

Celeste takes a deep breath and rings the doorbell.  Mrs. O’Donnell opens the door and greets her with a big smile.

“Hello!  It’s so good to see you!  I love that dress, very chic.  And those shoes are fabulous.”

[physical description of Janet - classy]

“Oh, thank you so much.  I’m sorry to just drop in like this, Janet, but I have…there’s something we should…it’s just that…”

“Relax, come in and sit down.  My husband’s at work, Aiden’s at school, so I have the place all to myself.  I’m actually glad you dropped by, it gives me an excuse to skip my workout.”

“I don’t want to keep you from anything, maybe we should do this another time…”  Before she can turn to go, Janet grabs her by the arm and practically drags her into the house.

“Nonsense!  Get in here, you.  Would you like some tea?  I just put a kettle on to boil.”

“Well, okay, I suppose.”  Celeste didn’t really like tea, but it was the polite thing to say, especially given the not-so-polite reason for her visit.  Janet led her to the living room and they sat on the puffy sofa,

“It’s so strange seeing you like this.  We usually only ever run into each other at the school.  I always wanted to get together with you, but I didn’t want to be a pest.”

“You should have said something, I’d love to hang out sometime.  We don’t have to bring our husbands, do we?”

“Absolutely not.  We should tell them we’re going shopping, guys hate that.  Then, once we ditch them, we can go to a wine bar and flirt with the waiter.”

“My, my, that sounds like fun…I can tell you’re going to get me into trouble.”

“Only if you’re lucky.”  She says this and laughs, putting her hand gently on Celeste’s arm as she does.  It’s an innocent enough of a touch, but she can’t help but wonder if there’s more to it.  She knows it’s just what she’s there to talk about that’s making her think that way.  There is certainly nothing to it.

“Okay, well, this is very awkward for me, but it’s something that’s been concerning me and I wanted to talk to you about it and clear things up.”

“Wow, this sounds serious.  Please tell me Aiden didn’t do something bad when he was at your house.  That boy can be a handful, but we try to teach him to mind his manners.”

“No, nothing like that.  Aiden is an angel.  Last time he was over he even offered to take out the garbage for me.”

“That little weasel - he never once took out the garbage here without me asking him at least three or four times.  But, I guess it makes sense.”

“Makes sense?  How?”

“Please, you must know he has a crush on you.  I heard him talking about you to one of his other friends and I believe the term MILF came up.”

Celeste knows she’s blushing, but there’s no helping it.  She only learned what MILF meant a few months ago from her husband, and she certainly didn’t put herself in that category.  But, she is a mom.  And she does like to think that she is still fuckable.  So, maybe…

“Don’t make me guess, what did Aiden do?”

“Okay, well, he showed something on his phone to my son that has me worried.”

“Oh, God, I told my husband he was too young to have a phone.  Was it porn?  It was porn, wasn’t it?”

“In a sense, yes.”

“I’m so sorry.  I’ll have a talk with him - and I promise he’s going to lose that phone for at least a month.  He gets it from his father.  That man is looking at porn every chance he gets.  I swear…”

“But the thing is that it wasn’t just regular porn…”

“I don’t think I want to know,” Janet covers her ears, for some reason.  “But what was it?”

“Nothing bad, really.  It was…just a photo.  Of a woman’s vagina…or, technically, her vulva.”

“Okay.  Not good, but it at least sounds pretty normal for boys their age.”

“The real problem is…that it’s…um…your vulva.”

“What?  You’re kidding, right?  What are you even talking about?”

“Aiden told Connor that you sent him a picture of your pussy.”

“I did no such thing!” Janet says, aghast.

“Connor is quite gullible, he pretty much believes everything he’s told.  I’m sure Aiden was just messing with him.”

“He must have been, that stinker.  But why would he even say that?  Does he want everyone to think I’m some kind of sicko, or – uh oh!”

“Uh oh, what?”

Janet jumps up and retrieves her phone from where it’s charging.  She swipes through a few screens and goes pale.  She looks up at Celeste with a stricken expression.

“I did send it to him,” she whispers, horrified.  “I - I didn’t mean to.  I meant to send it to my husband,” it’s her turn to blush.  “Just for…because…whatever, you know.  But my son is a junior - same name as his father, so I guess I fumbled and clicked on his name by mistake.  Oh, God, I’m the worst mother in the world,” she practically weeps.

“Not at all,” Celeste tries to console her, knowing just that morning she was masturbating to a fantasy about making Connor lick her pussy.  If anyone here is the worst mother in the world, it’s her!  “It’s not all that bad.  It’s just a vagina, nothing the boys haven’t probably already seen.  I’m sure there are worse things in the Victoria's Secret catalogs these days.”

Janet doesn’t seem to be comforted by any of that.  “Did you see the picture?”

“No, I…ah...haven’t.”

Janet hands her phone over to Celeste.  She looks at it and can’t keep her eyebrows from rising in alarm.  

It’s a close-up shot, right between her open legs.  She’s hairless, which is a bit of a surprise, but it looks very sexy.  She’s spreading her inner lips, exposing her very erect clitoris, and her very wet cunt hole.  Or, actually, her fuck hole she mentally corrects herself.  She shouldn’t even be thinking that word!

“That’s…um…more than I thought it was…”  She looks at it again, knowing she should hand the phone back to Janet, but wanting to make sure she remembers every detail of the picture.  And there’s no butterfly tattoo showing…very strange.

“You know, I caught him spying on me while I was changing last week.  I was in my bedroom naked, and I spotted him in my full-length mirror peeking in at my door.”

“All boys are curious at that age.  You can’t really blame them, can you?”  Was she trying to justify Aiden’s naughty behavior for her own sake or Janet’s?

“Maybe not, but let me ask you this.  Does Connor steal your panties?  Your dirty panties?  I couldn’t figure out why Aiden was doing that, and then my husband Richard said he was probably just sniffing them and using them to jack off.  I never even imagined my baby masturbating, but all of the sudden it was the only thing I could think about.  And sniffing them?  What the fuck is that about?  Richard said he did it with his mother’s underwear when he was a kid.  I guess perversion runs in the family.  Have your panties been going missing?”

“Not that I noticed, but I’ll make sure when I get home.”

“Check his room, under his mattress.  That’s where I found one of my missing pairs.  They were all crusty with dried cum.  Can you believe that?  Not only is my baby boy jerking off, but he’s already shooting cum all over the place.”

Celeste has to struggle not to reach up under her dress and rub herself in response to the tingle she feels there.  Janet seems like a very sexual woman based on that picture, maybe she’d be cool with her taking care of herself right there in her living room.  Maybe she’d even join her.

I’ve got to stop thinking crazy, she silently admonishes herself.  What is wrong with me?

“This is so humiliating.”  Janet is on the verge of crying.  “Not only did I accidentally send it to my son, but now he’s going around showing everyone!”

“I’m sure he’s not showing everyone, just Connor.”  Celeste doesn’t know that for a fact, but she has to say something to keep Janet from having a complete meltdown.  “I mean, a picture like this is nothing to be embarrassed about.  We’ve all taken photos like that at some point”

“I doubt there are many moms out there taking pictures like that,” she says, reaching for the phone.  For some reason, Celeste doesn’t want to give it back, but she has to.  She can’t help wondering what other nasty pictures she has on there.  Maybe some of her husband’s cock?

“Oh, please, I know there are.  Just last week my husband snuck up on me getting out of the shower with his camera.  He always has that thing with him.  He made me bend over and spread my cheeks so he could get a shot of my butthole.  It’s ridiculous, but if they don’t get what they want at home, they’re more likely to go looking for it somewhere else.”

“Maybe you’re right, but that doesn’t mean we should let our kids see that sort of thing.”

“Just out of curiosity, do you send pictures like that to your husband often?”

“Believe it or not, that was my first attempt, and we see how well that worked out.  I was wondering why he hadn’t said anything to me about it.  Now I know - he never got it. Things have been a bit…off in the bedroom for us lately, so someone told me that might be a good way to put a spark back in things.”

“Someone told you?”

“My sister.  She gets laid all the time.  Of course, she also just got divorced last year, so maybe she’s not the best one to take marriage advice from.  Is everything okay with you and your husband in that department?”

“IYes…sure.  I mean, it’s…okay.  Not like when we were younger.  But we still do it at least once a week.”  Celeste considers her answer and decides there’s no point in lying to this woman…or to herself.  “Okay, more like every other week.  Or…now that I think about it…maybe once a month lately, if I’m lucky.”  

“I’d be happy if I got it that much.  I don’t think Richard is even attracted to me anymore.”  She looks around as if to make sure no one is listening in, then lowers her voice.  “It’s a good thing my vibrator doesn’t need to be attracted to me for it to take care of my needs.”

“Well, if it’s any consolation, I think you have a beautiful cunt.”  

Janet gasps and gives Celeste a scandalized look as she clutches at her imaginary pearls.  Celeste immediately recognizes her slip.

“I’m sorry, I meant pussy…you have a beautiful pussy.”  Try as she might, that wasn’t fixing anything.  “I don’t normally talk like that, but my son uses that word and now it’s stuck in my head.  I’m so sorry.”

“No need to apologize.  And thank you for the compliment,” Janet says, temporarily distracted from her own crisis.  “I’ll tell you a secret,  I actually kind of like that word, but I never knew anyone else who uses it for anything other than an insult.  Doesn’t it feel so good to just say it out loud sometimes…cunt.  It has such a round, full, meatysound to it.  I taught my husband to use that word for when he wants to make me come really hard.”  Janet demurely covers her mouth.  “Which hardly ever happens these days.  But, you don’t want to hear about that, do you?”

“I don’t mind, not at all,” Celeste wants to ask for more, but that would be too forward of her. 

There’s a loud whistle from the kitchen.  “That’s the kettle.  I’ll be right back.”  Janet gets up and hurries off.  Celeste takes the opportunity to give her breasts a squeeze, then takes a chance and presses between her legs, trying to pacify the insistent pulse she’s feeling in her pussy.

Janet returns a few minutes later, almost catching Celeste molesting herself, and sets down two cups of tea on the table.  She has a worried look on her face.

“What am I going to do about that stupid picture?  This is so bad.”

“I don’t think you have anything to worry about.  Soon enough the boys are going to see more pussy…or cunt…than they know what to do with.  The internet will make sure of that.  It’s really not the worst thing in the world.”

“No, maybe not.  I’m just sorry I exposed your son to that.  I’m so ashamed.  But can I ask you something?”  She goes on without waiting for a response.  “You said Connor uses the word cunt around you…is that really true?”

Now who has every reason to be ashamed?  “Yeah, I guess it is.  After Aiden showed him the picture that you sent him, Connor asked me if I would give him a picture of my cunt.”

“Lord, what have I done?  This is going to get around school.  Kids all over town are going to be asking their moms for pictures of their pussy!”

“When you think about it, it’s not really their fault.”

“No, it’s definitely my fault.  I take full responsibility for this whole nasty fiasco.”

“That’s not what I’m saying, maybe it’s more our fault.”

“How so?”  At least she isn’t crying, Celeste is happy about that.

“I realized that I’ve never spoken to my son about sex before he asked me for dirty pictures of my…of my cunt.”  She’s surprised by how much she’s enjoying saying that word aloud, especially now that she knows it turns Janet on.  “If we had taught them better, maybe Aiden would have handled things better when he got that picture by mistake.  They’re just clueless little boys who don’t know anything about sex or how the world works.”

“And it’s up to us to teach them what they need to know,” she says thoughtfully, slowly dipping her teabag up and down in the hot water.

“That’s what I’m thinking.  We teach them about everything else, but then we leave it up to their dads to tell them about sex and how all that works.”

“And they barely know about any of that themselves,” Janet scoffs.

“Exactly, either that or they’re too embarrassed to talk about the right way to be intimate with a woman.  We can’t expect our boys to know how to behave if we don’t give them what they need.”

“It would be better for them to learn this stuff from us instead of out on the street, so to speak.”

“Does Aiden hang around with a boy called Max?”

“Yeah, he hasn’t been invited over here since I caught him trying to look up my skirt last time.  There’s something off about that kid.”

“Well, that’s who our boys are learning about sex from.  He taught Connor that a woman’s privates are to be referred to as a gash.”

Janet laughs at that, a magical sound.  “Well, that’s certainly not good.  Maybe he was the one who put it in Aiden’s head to start stealing my panties.”  Janet’s hand is back on Celeste’s arm, and this time it lingers there.  Celeste doesn’t mind.  In fact, she kind of likes it.  “I’m going to have a talk with him when he gets home.  After I make him delete that picture.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“There are no good ideas in this situation, but isn’t that one kind of obvious?”

“I don’t know…I was just thinking that maybe it’s better that he has a picture of his mom’s cunt instead of some random slut he doesn’t know.”

“So…it’s better that he knows the slut?”

“No, I’m not saying you’re a slut, or anything.” 

Janet gives her a little pout.  “But maybe I could be,” she says, giving Celeste’s arm a squeeze.

“I guess we all have an inner slut, don’t we?  I honestly don’t feel like it’s that big of a deal,  And making him delete the picture would send the message that you’re embarrassed by it.”

“But I am!”

“Yes, but we don’t want them to think sex is bad or something to be ashamed of, do we?  I mean, you’re not ashamed of your body, are you?”  Janet shakes her head slightly.  “And you’re clearly pretty proud of your cunt.”  Janet looks mournfully at her own picture and gives a little nod.  “So, I say let him hold onto it.”

“That’s easy for you to say.  Your son isn’t running around out there with a pornographic picture of you.”   Janet perks up and a smile comes to her lips.  “You know what would make me feel better?”

“What’s that?”

“If you gave Connor what he’s asking for.  Give him a picture of your cunt.  Just like the one I gave my son.  That way I wouldn’t feel all alone in this.”

“That’s…I couldn’t…how would I even…”  There was that damn throb again.  “Do you really want me to do that?”

“If you want to help me, how else will you know what it feels like unless your son has a picture of your cunt, like mine does?”

“Yeah…I guess that makes sense.”  It doesn’t, but maybe she’s looking for an excuse to do it.  This is as good of a justification as any.  Is she really considering this?  It seems insane, but she can’t deny it’s very tempting. Then she has an idea - a totally crazy idea, but she speaks before she can come to her senses.  “Okay, if it will make you happy, I’ll do it.”

“Really?”  Janet looks like she wants to clap, but she holds back.  “I know it sounds strange, but it would be a huge relief for me.”

“Here’s the only thing…I’m terrible at taking selfies.  Would you take the picture for me?”

Janet’s eyes go wide and she can’t speak for a moment.  “Well…gee…sure… of course!  I’d love to, actually.  Should we use your phone?”

“You already have yours out,”  Celeste pulls up her dress, exposing her fancy red panties with black lace..  “And you know how to work it.”

“I do, at that,” she responds suggestively and snaps a quick shot.  “Your panties are so hot.”

“They’re my favorite for when I want to feel sexy.”

“Well, they’re working, girl.  But I’m going to need you to pull them down to get the best shot.”

“Of course.”  Celeste wiggles out of them, her heart racing,  unable to believe what she is doing. Has she lost her mind?  “Nice, now open your legs.”

Celeste hesitates and then does as she is being instructed.  It feels good.  Janet gets in there and snaps a few more pics.  “Hairy…I like it.  Old school bush is coming back.”

“Should I spread my cunt lips?”

“I think you have to.”  Janet is looking hungrily at her pussy.  She hasn’t been the object of such sincere lust in a very long time.  It’s intoxicating.

Celeste pinches her inner lips and pulls them to the sides.  She’s done this for her husband before, but never for a practical stranger…and certainly never for the purpose of showing off to her son.  “Maybe we should go to my bedroom and take some more in there.”

From the way she says that, Celeste knows she intends to do more than just take some pictures in there.  Is that what she wants?  She just came over here for an awkward talk, and now she’s considering having lesbian sex with her son’s friend’s mom?  It’s beyond insane, and yet she finds herself nodding.  “Let’s do it.”

Janet takes her by the hand and leads her to the bedroom, leaving two cups of steaming tea cooling on the table.

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