Chapter 1: The Ordinary World
The sun had scarcely begun to dip below the horizon, casting the sky in hues of tangerine and lavender, when Alexis Hart found herself ensconced in the plush velvet armchair of her study, a glass of vintage Bordeaux cradled in her hand. The room, much like the rest of her sprawling, art deco-inspired estate, was a symphony of opulence and sophistication, a testament to her unyielding taste and unparalleled success.
The walls were adorned with an eclectic collection of paintings, each one a story in itself, and the air was filled with the faint, lingering scent of her signature perfume, a heady mix of jasmine and sandalwood that seemed to cling to the very fabric of the room.
Alexis, a woman of considerable curves and even more considerable charm, was draped in a silk robe the color of a summer's midnight, the deep V-neck revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her ample cleavage. Her hair, a cascade of raven curls, was swept up in a loose chignon, a few tendrils framing her face, which was flushed from the warmth of the room and the wine.
She was a woman who knew her worth, who wore her power like a second skin, and tonight, she was reveling in the simple pleasure of solitude.
The study was her sanctuary, her domain, a place where she could retreat from the world and indulge in her favorite pastimes: reading, writing, and, on occasion, a little light flirtation. Her phone buzzed, and she glanced down at the screen, a smirk playing on her lips as she saw the name of her son, Ethan, flash across it.
Ethan, her pride and joy, her little genius, was a carbon copy of her, with his dark hair, his sharp features, and his infectious laughter.
He was her world, her sunshine, and she was his. Their relationship was unique, a dance of love, respect, and, lately, a playful banter.
She swiped her thumb across the screen. Their text conversations had become a daily ritual, a game of wits and innuendo. She loved the way he made her feel, the way he could make her laugh with a single quip.When she
saw the picture, she was taken aback. It was a snapshot of Ethan, his body half-naked, his hand wrapped around his length, a smirk on his face. She blinked, her heart pounding in her chest. It was a mistake, she knew it, but the image was burned into her mind.
Alexis took a sip of her wine, her mind racing. She could delete the picture, pretend it never happened. But that wasn't her style. She was a woman who embraced life, who danced on the edge of propriety. She typed out a message, her fingers dancing over the keys.
"Well, well, well. Look what we have here. Sending a dick pic to your own mother?”. She hit send, knowing that the message must have been meant for someone else. Ethan saw his phone light up and picked it up, his eyes widening as he read her message. He looked at the picture he had sent, realizing his mistake. He quickly texted her number, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Mother, I... I can explain," he sent.
Alexis laughed, a sound like velvet and smoke, as she read. She typed back "Oh, Ethan, darling. I'm sure you can. But first, tell me, who was the lucky recipient of this... shall we say, intimate snapshot?"
Ethan groaned, running a hand through his hair, and sent "It was for Sarah, my... my study partner.
I was trying to impress her, but I must have hit the wrong contact," he admitted, his cheeks flushing a soft pink.
Alexis chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, Ethan, you certainly know how to make an impression. But I must say, I'm rather flattered. I've always known you were a man of... unique talents."
Ethan's blush deepened, and he could feel the heat creeping up his neck. I didn't mean for you to see that. It was an accident."
Alexis leaned back in her chair, her robe falling open slightly, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her creamy skin. She knew for sure now the message wasn’t intended for her. But she could give back as good as she got. She could tease him too.
She had always been a master of the game, and she wasn't about to let this opportunity pass her by. She took another sip of her wine, feeling the liquid courage course through her veins. She typed out a message, her fingers moving with a mind of their own.
"Well, Ethan, I must say, you've certainly grown into quite the man. I had no idea you were packing such... heat. I must admit, it's rather impressive."
She hit send, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She could almost hear Ethan's intake of breath, could almost see the shock in his eyes as he read her message. She waited, her heart pounding in her chest, her body tingling with anticipation.
The room was filled with a heavy silence, the only sound the ticking of the antique clock on the mantelpiece. The seconds ticked by, each one stretching into an eternity, until finally, her phone buzzed again.
"Mother," Ethan began, his voice a low rumble, "I... I don't know what to say."
Alexis' grin widened, and she leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees. She decided to send him something just as provocative. She snapped a quick picture of herself, her robe slightly open, revealing a hint of her ample cleavage and the curve of her hip. She sent it to him, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness.
Ethan's phone buzzed again, and he looked at the picture, his eyes widening. He could see the curve of his mother's breasts, the soft swell of her stomach, and the tantalizing glimpse of her thighs. He felt a surge of heat, his body responding to the image in a way that was both shocking and exhilarating.
"Mother," he typed, his fingers shaking slightly, "that's...
that's not fair, Mother," Ethan managed to type out, his mind racing. He knew he should stop this, that it was wrong, but he couldn't help the thrill that coursed through him. He felt alive, electric, like he was standing on the edge of a cliff, the wind whipping around him, daring him to jump.
Alexis' laugh echoed through the phone, a sound like velvet and sin. "All's fair in love and war, darling. Besides, I thought you were a big boy now. Can't handle a little... teasing?"
Ethan took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest.
He knew he should end this, that it was wrong, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He was drawn to his mother like a moth to a flame, and he couldn't resist the allure of her words, the promise of her touch.
"Mother," he typed, his fingers dancing over the keys, "I think you got to see mine. It’s not fair to show me just a hint”.
Ethan’s fingers hovered over the keys, his mind racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. He knew he was treading on dangerous ground, but the thrill of the forbidden was intoxicating.
Alexis chuckled, her voice like warm honey, as she read his message. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn’t resist the pull of the game.
“Well, Ethan,” she typed, her fingers dancing over the keys, “I suppose I can make an exception. But only if you promise to be a good boy.”
Ethan felt a shiver run down his spine at her words.
He knew he was playing with fire, but the thrill of the forbidden was intoxicating. He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he typed out his response.
"Oh, Mother," he wrote, his fingers moving with a mind of their own, "you know I'm always a good boy. But I must admit, I'm rather curious to see more of what you've been hiding under that robe."
Alexis laughed, a sound like velvet and smoke, as she read his message. She was playing a dangerous game, but she couldn't resist the pull of the forbidden fruit. She decided to take it a step further, to see how far she could push him, how far she could push herself. She took another sip of her wine, feeling the liquid courage course through her veins, and opened her robe, revealing her naked body to the camera. She snapped a picture, her heart pounding in her chest, and sent it to Ethan.
Ethan's phone buzzed, and he looked at the picture, his eyes widening. There she was, his mother, in all her glory, her body a symphony of curves and softness, her skin like cream, her hair a cascade of raven curls.
It was a while after which Alexis received a reply. This time it was a video. A video of Ethan stroking himself watching the picture she had sent. Alexis ' breath hitched as she watched the video, her body responding to the sight of her son's hand wrapped around his length. She could see the veins pulsing beneath his skin, the head of his cock glistening with pre-cum. She felt a surge of heat between her legs, her body aching for his touch.
She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she typed out a response.
"Ethan," she began, her fingers dancing over the keys, "that's... that's quite something. But I must admit, I'm rather curious to the money shot son.” She hit send, her heart pounding in her chest, her body aching with a need she hadn't felt in years. She waited, her breath coming in short gasps, her body tingling with anticipation.
Ethan’s phone buzzed, and he looked at the message, his heart pounding in his chest. He was still stroking and the picture of his mother’s tits was still on his screen. He could feel the heat building in his balls, his body tensing as he neared the edge. He read her message, his eyes widening at her words. He knew he should stop, that this was wrong, but he couldn't. He was too far gone, too lost in the moment.
He took a deep breath, his hand moving faster, his grip tighter. He could feel the pressure building, his body tensing as he neared the point of no return. He opened the camera app, his hand still moving, and began to record himself. He wanted to show her, to give her what she wanted. He wanted to see her reaction, to see if she was as turned on as he was.
"Mother," he typed out as he continued to stroke himself, his breath coming in short gasps, "I think you're going to like this."
He hit record and began to move his hand faster, his grip tighter. He looked at the picture of his mother's tits on his screen, his eyes locked on the soft curves, the dark nipples. After a long moment, he let out a low groan, his body tensing as he came, his hot seed spilling out onto his stomach. He panted, his body shuddering as he watched the video he had just recorded. He sent it to his mother, his heart pounding in his chest.
Alexis' phone buzzed, and she opened the video, her eyes widening as she saw Ethan, his body glistening with sweat, his hand still wrapped around his cock, his stomach covered in his cum. She felt a surge of heat between her legs, her body aching with a need she hadn't felt in years.
She watched the video again, her eyes locked on the sight of Ethan's hand moving, his body tensing as he came. She could see the way his muscles flexed, the way his breath hitched as he found his release. She chuckled at what they had done , at the taboo nature of it all. She felt a thrill, a rush of adrenaline that made her feel alive, more alive than she had felt in years.
"Well, Ethan," she typed, her fingers moving with a mind of their own, "I must say, that was quite the performance. I'm impressed."
She hit send, her heart pounding in her chest, her body aching with a need that was almost painful.
Ethan's phone buzzed, and he looked at the message, a smirk playing on his lips. There wasn’t anymore texting that day, as they got busy with their day -to-day activities. But as the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of gold and crimson, Ethan found himself alone in his room, his mind drifting back to the events of the day.
He went down to get his evening tea with his mum as usual . As he entered the kitchen, he saw Alexis sitting at the kitchen island, her laptop open in front of her. She had a tank top on that left little to the imagination, her ample cleavage on full display. She looked up as he entered, her eyes meeting his with a playful glint.
"Well, well, well," she said, her voice a sultry purr. "Look who decided to grace us with his presence."
Ethan chuckled, setting his tea down on the counter. "I thought I'd come down and see if you needed any help with anything."
Alexis raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Help with anything, you say? And what exactly did you have in mind?"
Ethan felt a flush creep up his neck as he remembered the day's events.
He cleared his throat, trying to maintain a casual demeanor. "Just thought I'd check in. You know, mother-son bonding time."
Alexis leaned back in her chair, her eyes never leaving Ethan's face. "Bonding time, huh? Well, I must say, Ethan, you've certainly found a unique way to bond with me today."
Ethan felt his cheeks grow warmer. "Mother, I didn't mean for that to happen.
Alexis waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, Ethan, darling, accidents happen. And besides, I must admit, it was rather... stimulating."
Ethan chuckled and poured them a cup each of tea. "Well, Mother, I must say, you're not making this easy for me."
Alexis laughed, a sound like tinkling bells, and took a sip of her tea. "Ethan, darling, I never said I wanted to make it easy for you. Besides, I thought we were having fun."
Ethan sat down next to her, his eyes flicking over her body. "Fun is one way to put it," he said, his voice low.
Alexis leaned in closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "And what other way would you put it?"
Ethan felt a shiver run down his spine as he looked into her eyes. He looked at the top, he had seen what it held inside . He had seen her curves and her breasts. He had seen her naked body and it was more than he could have ever imagined. They could continue sexting later, now was mother son bonding time.
They had a lot to catch up on. Ethan had been busy with his studies and Alexis had been busy with her law firm. They had missed each other’s company.
Alexis looked at Ethan and smiled. "So, how’s your engineering course going? Still enjoying it?"
Ethan nodded. "Yeah, it's great. I love the challenge. How about you? Still loving your law firm?"
Alexis chuckled. "Oh, absolutely. I thrive on the chaos. It keeps me on my toes."
They talked for a while about their days, their plans for the future. Then Ethan suddenly remembered something. "Hey, Mother, I almost forgot. I got an invite to a museum opening next week. Some new exhibit they're unveiling. Thought you might be interested."
Alexis looked up from her laptop, her eyes sparkling with interest. "Oh, really? And what kind of exhibit might this be?"
Ethan grinned, leaning back in his chair. "It's a new collection of art deco pieces. Thought it might be right up your alley."
Alexis' eyes widened, a slow smile spreading across her face. "Well, Ethan, darling, you know just how to twist my arm. I do love a good art deco piece."
Ethan chuckled, taking a sip of his tea. "I thought you might.
It's a private event, so it should be quite exclusive," Ethan said, his eyes never leaving Alexis' face.
Alexis leaned forward, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. "And what makes you think I'd want to go with you?"
Ethan raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, Mother, I thought you might enjoy the company. Besides, I thought it might be nice to spend some time together."
Alexis' eyes sparkled with amusement. "Oh, Ethan, darling, you know I love spending time with you. I’ll make sure my calendar is open for that night.” She said glad to have an opportunity to spend time with her son. “And Ethan, I must say, you’ve got a knack for picking out events that are both interesting and exclusive. I’m impressed.”
Ethan grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Well, Mother, I aim to please. Besides, I thought it might be nice to show you off a bit. You deserve to be appreciated as a woman as well, beside the law firm you know” he added.
Alexis looked at him, her eyes softening. “You always know how to make me feel special Ethan. I’m glad you’re my son.” She said, her voice filled with affection. “And I’m glad you’re my mother” Ethan replied, his voice matching hers in affection.
The next day in college Ethan found it hard to concentrate on his lectures. His mind kept drifting back to the events of the previous day. The picture of his mother's naked body was etched into his mind, and he couldn't shake the memory of her voice, sultry and inviting, as she had teased him. He found himself hard, his cock straining against his pants, and he had to adjust himself discreetly.
He was about to type a message when his phone dinged.
“A treat for you for being such a great son” his mom had sent. A video followed soon, a long video of her showering. Her gorgeous body was glistening with water, her hair wet and slicked back. She was washing herself, her hands moving slowly over her curves, her breasts, her stomach, her thighs. She was taking her time, her touch lingering on her skin, as if she was savoring every moment. Ethan watched, his heart pounding in his chest, his cock throbbing in his pants. He could see the way her nipples hardened under the spray of water, the way her breath hitched as she touched herself.
He quickly made his way to the college bathroom , his heart pounding in his chest, his cock straining against his pants. He locked himself in a stall, his breath coming in short gasps as he watched the video again. He felt a surge of heat between his legs, his body aching with a need that was almost painful.
He quickly unzipped his pants, his hand wrapping around his length as he watched the video. He could see the way her fingers moved over her skin, the way her body responded to her touch. As he continued, he thought he could return the favour to his sweet mother who had just made his day. He quickly recorded a video of himself, his hand moving on his cock, slow and teasing. The video had him naked, his body glistening with sweat as he stroked himself to the rhythm of his mother's voice in his head. He could hear her laughter, her sultry purrs, her breathy moans as he watched her video over and over again. He sent the video to her, his heart pounding in his chest as he hit send.
Alexis received the video with a smile on her face. She was sitting in her office, the late afternoon sun streaming in through the window, casting a warm glow over her desk. She watched the video, her eyes widening as she saw Ethan, his body glistening with sweat, his hand moving on his cock , slow and steady, as if he was teasing her, as if he was giving her a show. She could see the way his muscles flexed, the way his breath hitched as he moved his hand, as if he was imagining it was her touch, her hand on him.
She felt a surge of heat between her legs, her body aching with a need that was almost painful. She could feel the dampness between her thighs, her panties growing wet as she watched him. She let out a soft moan, her fingers moving to the hem of her skirt, lifting it slowly, revealing her thighs, her legs. She hit record and pushed two fingers inside herself, her eyes locked on the camera as she began to move them in and out, her breath coming in short gasps. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her body aching with a need that was almost painful. She moved faster, her fingers moving in and out of herself, her body tensing as she neared the edge. She let out a low groan, her body shuddering as she came. She panted, her body shuddering as she watched the video she had just recorded. She sent it to Ethan, her heart pounding in her chest.
Ethan saw the message after he had gotten home,
and he couldn't help but smile at the thought of what she had sent him. He quickly opened the video, his eyes widening as he saw Alexis, her body glistening with sweat, her fingers moving in and out of herself, her breath coming in short gasps. He could see the way her body responded to her touch, the way her nipples hardened under her touch, the way her breath hitched as she moved her fingers faster, as if she was chasing her release.
He could see the way her body tensed, the way her breath came in short gasps as she neared the edge. He could see the way her body shuddered as she came, her fingers moving faster and faster, her body tensing as she found her release.
Ethan felt he was in a fever dream. He had been sexting with his mother for the past two days. He replayed the video, trying to convince himself it was reality not a dream.
As Alexis entered the home, she could see Ethan on the couch , staring at his phone. Then she heard her own moans coming from the phone.
She looked at Ethan, his eyes wide with surprise and lust. She walked towards him, her hips swaying, her eyes locked on his. She could see the way his breath hitched as she approached, the way his eyes roamed over her body, taking in every curve, every inch of skin.
Her office attire was a tight white blouse, with a cut -out that revealed a hint of cleavage, and a pencil skirt that hugged her curves in all the right places. She had left her heels at the door, opting for a pair of black stockings instead, the garter belt holding them up just above her thighs.
She stopped in front of him, her eyes locked on his, her voice a sultry purr. "Like what you see, Ethan?"
Ethan swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving hers. "Mother," he managed to choke out, his voice barely above a whisper. "You know I do."
Alexis smiled, a slow, seductive smile that made Ethan's heart race. “Talking about the video right?” she said chuckling. Ethan blushed but couldn’t look away from her. She leaned in closer to him, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “Did you enjoy the last video? Because I sure enjoyed watching you explode in that bathroom stall”.
Alexis whispered, her breath hot on Ethan's ear. “I could see you, all hard and ready, your hand moving fast, your breath coming in short gasps. It was like watching a dance, a beautiful, dirty dance.”
Ethan looked up, a small smile on his face. She had indeed liked the video of him . He felt a surge of pride at the thought of pleasing her. "I did," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I couldn't stop thinking about you, about what you were doing."
Alexis chuckled, her fingers trailing down his chest, her nails lightly scratching his skin. "Good to know”. She said taking a seat by him. She relaxed into the couch after a long day at work. She was glad to be home, to be with Ethan. She looked at him, he was why she worked so hard . She wanted to give him the best life possible. She wanted him to be proud of her. The truth was the he was proud of her, more than she knew
. He was proud of her strength, her resilience, her ability to juggle a successful career and a loving motherhood.
He was proud of her for being herself, for not letting societal norms dictate who she was or how she lived her life. He was proud of her for being his mother.
Alexis looked at him, her eyes softening as she saw the pride in his gaze. They had been naughty the past couple days but that hadn’t changed how much he respected her or how much he loved her. She reached out, her fingers gently brushing a strand of hair away from his forehead. "You know, Ethan," she said, her voice soft, "you're the only one who sees me like this. The real me."
Ethan covered her hand with his, his thumb tracing circles on her skin. "I know, Mother. And I love every part of you. The strong, successful lawyer. The loving, caring mother. And the... sexy, desirable woman."
Alexis felt a shiver run down her spine at his words. She leaned into his hand, glad to be home, literal and figuratively. She had been craving this moment all day, the chance to relax and unwind with her son. She looked at him, her eyes softening as she saw the genuine affection in his gaze.
"You always know just what to say, Ethan," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. She let hi, move as he got up. When he got back he had a glass of juice for her. She smiled at him and took it from him. She took a sip and closed her eyes, savoring the cool liquid. "Mmm, that's just what I needed," she said, opening her eyes and looking at him.
Ethan sat down next to her on the couch, his eyes never leaving hers. "I'm glad," he said, his voice low and husky. "I want to make sure you're happy, Mother."
Alexis felt a warmth spread through her at his words. "You do make me happy, Ethan," she said, her voice soft. That was true. They did make each other happy. In the difficult world, they had found solace in each other's company. They had found a way to express their love and affection in a way that was unique, taboo even, but it was theirs. It was their secret, their little game that they played. It was their way of connecting, of bonding.
As Alexis finished her juice, she set the glass down on the coffee table and turned to face Ethan. Her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as she said, "You know, Ethan, I've been thinking about our little game all day. I must admit, I've rather enjoyed it."
Ethan smiled, he had been worried she might feel worried and pull back. It was nice to know she had enjoyed it as much as he had. "I'm glad you did," he said, his voice low and husky. "I've been thinking about it too."
Alexis got up and before she entered her room, she turned “I am looking forward to more messages”. She left him with that. Ethan couldn’t help but smile at the thought of what she had said. He knew she was teasing him, but he also knew that she meant it. He could see the way her eyes sparkled with mischief when she had said it, the way her lips curved into a playful smile. He knew she was enjoying this as much as he was.
He spent the rest of the day lost in thought, his mind drifting back to the events of the day. He found himself replaying the video she had sent him over and over again, his body responding to the sight of her naked body, her fingers moving over her skin, her breath coming in short gasps as she touched herself. Somehow the video of his mother fingering herself had become his favourite image of hers.
He couldn't stop replaying it in his mind, the way her body moved, the way her breath hitched as she touched herself. He found himself getting hard just thinking about it, his cock straining against his pants as he imagined it was him touching her, not her fingers.
He spent the rest of the day in a state of constant arousal, his mind never far from the thought of his mother's body. He found himself getting hard just thinking about it, his cock straining against his pants as he imagined it was him touching her, not her fingers.
He tried to focus on his studies, but his mind kept drifting back to the video.
He could see her body in his mind's eye, her curves and her soft skin. He could hear her breathy moans, her sultry voice as she whispered dirty words into the camera. He could feel the heat between his legs, his cock throbbing in his pants as he imagined it was him touching her, not her fingers.
He tried to distract himself with his books, but it was no use. He found himself getting harder and harder, his cock straining against his pants as he imagined what it would be like to touch her, to taste her, to make her come. He thought about how she would feel in his arms, how she would moan his name as he kissed her neck, her shoulders, her breasts.
As the night crept in, the hues of the day faded into the soft glow of the moon. Ethan found himself alone in his room, his mind still racing with thoughts of Alexis. He couldn't shake the image of her from his mind, the way her body moved, the way her breath hitched as she touched herself.
He found himself getting hard again, his cock straining against his pants as he imagined it was him touching her, not her fingers. He knew he should stop thinking about it, but he couldn't help himself. He was addicted to the thought of her, to the way she made him feel.
He decided to give in to his desires, he pulled his phone and turned the camera on. Alexis was in for a treat.
She had just finished her evening bath, the warm water having done wonders for her muscles after a long day at the office. She was wrapped in a plush robe, her hair still damp from the shower, when she heard the soft chime of her phone. She picked it up from the counter, a small smile playing on her lips as she saw Ethan's name flash across the screen.
**Ethan:** *Mother, I hope you're not too tired... I have something I'd like to show you.*
Alexis raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eye as she typed out her response.
**Alexis:** *Oh, Ethan, darling, you know I'm never too tired for you.
What do you have in mind?*
She hit send and waited for his response, a small smile playing on her lips. She knew he was up to something, and she couldn't wait to see what it was.
**Ethan:** *I thought you might like to see something...*
He sent a video, and Alexis' heart skipped a beat as she saw Ethan's face fill the screen. He was sitting on his bed, his eyes locked on the camera, a small smile playing on his lips.
**Ethan:** *I've been thinking about you all day, Mother. About your body, about how you touched yourself...*
Alexis felt a shiver run down her spine as she watched him. The next frame had a eight inch cock in his hand, stroking it slowly. She could see the veins pulsing beneath the skin, the head glistening with precum.
She could hear his breath coming in short gasps as he stroked himself, his eyes locked on the camera as if he was looking straight at her. She could see the way his muscles flexed, the way his breath hitched as he moved his hand faster, as if he was chasing his release.
She could see the way his eyes rolled back in his head, the way his mouth fell open as he let out a low groan. She could see the way his body tensed, the way his cock throbbed in his hand as he came, his seed spilling out onto the screen.
Alexis felt a surge of heat between her legs, her body aching with a need that was almost painful. She let out a soft moan, her fingers moving to the hem of her robe, lifting it slowly.She typed “Fuck that was hot. Such a huge load. Wish it was in my throat.” She added a wink emoji and hit send.
Ethan's response was immediate.
**Ethan:** *Oh, Mother, I wish that too. I wish I could taste you, feel you on my tongue. I wish I could make you come with my mouth.*
Alexis felt a shiver run down her spine at his words. She could almost feel his tongue on her skin, his lips on her breasts, his fingers inside her. She let out a soft moan, her fingers moving to her clit, rubbing slow circles as she imagined it was Ethan's tongue.
**Alexis:** *I wish that too, Ethan. I wish you could taste me right now.
I'm so wet, Ethan. I can feel it dripping down my thighs. I've been thinking about you all day too. About your cock, about how it felt in your hand. I want to feel it inside me, stretching me, filling me up.
Alexis' fingers moved faster, her breath coming in short gasps as she imagined it was Ethan's cock inside her, not her fingers.
**Ethan:** *Mother, you're killing me. I can't stop thinking about you. About how you would feel, how you would taste.
I can't stop thinking about how you would look with my cock inside you, your body arching as you take it all in. I want to hear you moan my name as I fuck you, as I make you come over and over again. She could almost feel him inside her, his cock stretching her, filling her up. She let out a soft moan, her fingers moving faster, her breath coming in short gasps as she imagined it was Ethan's cock inside her, not her fingers.
She took a snap of her fingers buried deep inside her pussy and sent it to Ethan.
**Alexis:** *Look at me, Ethan. Look at what you're doing to me. I'm so close, baby. I'm going to come all over my fingers, just like I would come all over your cock.*
Ethan's response was immediate, his voice ragged with desire.
**Ethan:** *Mother, you're driving me crazy. I can't stop thinking about you, about how you would feel wrapped around my cock. I want to feel your pussy clench around me as you come, want to feel your juices dripping down my shaft.*
Alexis could feel her body tensing, her orgasm hitting as she read his words.
She let out a low moan, her body shuddering as she came, her fingers moving faster and faster as she squirted on her bed .
**Alexis:** *Oh, Ethan... I'm coming... I'm coming so hard...*
She sent him a video of her body convulsing with pleasure, her fingers still buried deep inside her.
Ethan watched the video, his cock throbbing as he saw his mother come undone. He could see the way her body tensed, the way her breath hitched as she found her release. He could see the way her fingers moved faster and faster, as if she was trying to prolong her orgasm.
He could see the way her body glistened with sweat, the way her skin flushed with heat as she came.
He quickly sent a response, his fingers flying over the screen.
**Ethan:** *Mother, that was incredible. I wish I could have been there to watch you come. I wish I could have felt your pussy clench around my cock as you came. I wish I could have tasted your juices on my tongue.*
Alexis felt a shiver run down her spine at his words. Could she do it? Could she let her own son, whom she had nurtured and loved for two decades, fuck her like a common whore? The thought was both exhilarating and terrifying. She had never felt this way about anyone, let alone her own son. But there was something about Ethan, something that made her want to give in to her desires, to let go of all inhibition and just feel.
She would have to figure it out. Soon. But she could keep having fun until then. His cock was too delicious not to see it every possible chance. On the other hand, her son too was thinking the same. He wouldn’t give up this wonderful game of sending dirty messages to his mother. He was addicted to it. Every image , every video she would send him would make his cock throb with need. He was a slave to her dirty messages, her sultry voice in his head. He couldn't stop thinking about her, about how she would feel, how she would taste. He was obsessed with the thought of her, with the idea of being inside her, of making her come undone.