"Are you up?" Ashley texted to her son.
Three simple words that would lead to a change in their relationship.
Landon had moved off to college a few months before, and Ashley and he texted often. Actually, they were texting now more than they did when he was at home. Landon had moved into an apartment he shared with a couple of other guys, though he had his own bedroom.
In the two-plus months that Landon had been at college, their texts had been non-sexual other than Ashley inquiring about his social life, if he was dating, if he had met any girls, that type of thing.
But on this Friday night, the dynamics changed with three little words.
"Are you up?" Ashley was having her second glass of wine as her husband had gone to bed early. She couldn't get into the book she was reading. Nothing good on TV. So, she decided to see what her 18-year-old son was up to.
Landon: Yes, I'm "up"
Ashley: Ok, I didn't know if you were still up
L: I'm very "up"
A: Ok... not sure why you keep putting "up" in quotes
L: Because I'm "up" mom
A: I know, we are texting
L: Mom, really I am "up" as in standing tall, erect, aroused
A: OMG
Ashley looked at that last text. Why would he be telling her this? She looked back at the top of the text chain to make sure it was her son. It was.
L: Sorry but I'm a little drunk and you texted at a time when I was browsing some porn. Just having a little fun with you
A: first of all, why are you drinking and second of all why are you watching porn?
L: Mom, it's no big deal. I had a few beers at home. I'm not driving. I'm not out making a fool of myself. I'm just drinking and got a little horny
L: And, I watch porn because I need some relief!
A: I understand guys your age need that release
L: Yeah, so it's no big deal. You always say you want to know what I'm doing, so....
A: Well with that, I will let you go back to your business
L: You don't have to do that. I can type one handed
A: OMG seriously?
L: What are you doing?
A: Well certainly not what you're doing! I'm just having my second glass of wine. Dad has gone to bed
L: Do you ever watch porn when he's asleep?
A: Landon, that's not any of your business
L: So, that means you do. What do you like?
A: I'm not answering that
L: I'm watching a vid of an older hot blonde woman with huge tits banging a college guy
A: If that's what you like, but I really don't need to know that
L: It is what I like. Hot, blonde, stacked
Landon wondered if his mom was putting together the likeness. Ashley, at 39 years old, was the definition of a MILF. She was a trophy wife, married to her second husband Bill, who was now 52, when Landon was just 2 years old. She worked out daily, keeping her ass tight and her stomach flat. That toned stomach made her 36DD tits look even more magnificent.
L: For some reason, that's what I go for. What do you go for?
A: I'm married, so I go for your dad
L: C'mon mom, I'm talking fantasy. Surely you have fantasies. Like right now I'm fantasizing that I'm the guy in the porn vid, driving hard and deep into that hot mature MILF
A: I can't believe you're telling me this. You do remember that I'm your mother!
L: What are you wearing mom?
A: What are you wearing? Wait, forget I asked
L: I'm totally naked
A: Why did I ask?
Ashley now couldn't help but picture her son lying on his bed, stark naked. She had seen him enough in swim trunks to know he had amazing abs, broad shoulders and strong, buff arms and a solid chest. She wiggled in her chair and took another sip of wine.
A: Are you about finished? I can't believe you're texting one-handed lol
L: Almost but I need something to get me over the top. Tell me something that will help
A: Like what?
L: What are you wearing?
Ashley again looked at her phone. Was her son really wanting to picture her in the dark living room... She sipped her wine. Her big tits sagged just a little, but were firm and sexy. Her butt was the creation of hours of squats at the gym. She looked good... but to her son? She hesitated, then typed.
A: A cami top and silky shorts
L: Wowwwww... bra?
A: No bra. I'm in my pjs
L: Are your nipples hard?
A: Landon!
L: Almost there mom! Please!
A: Use your imagination
A short pause.
L: omgggggggg
L: Fuck!
A: I guess you finished?
L: I did! Wow mom! That was incredible!
A: Well glad you can use two hands to text now! Go to bed! Good night
L: Love you mom
A: Love you too honey
Ashley finished her wine and noticed that her pussy was sticky. She absentmindedly rubbed it with her free hand, thinking it had been about a week since she had gotten laid. Her husband Bill wasn't the best fuck she had ever had but some dick was better than no dick, she reasoned.
Ashley slumped down in the chair and reached her fingers below her shorts. She slid her fingers up and down her slit, finding her clit. She dreamily started moving her finger in circles. Damn, she needed some release too. It wasn't her son that got her so worked up, she told herself. It's just been too long without an orgasm.
Her fingers kept circling her clit. With her eyes closed, she saw an image of her son, laying naked on his bed with his fingers wrapped around his bloated young cock. Damn, it just hit her. Landon was jacking off thinking about her... what she was wearing. Or more specifically, what was underneath her clothes. She moaned thinking about it. What is wrong with her? Nothing, Ashley thought, I just need to get off and get it out of my system.
She tried to muffle herself as she started cumming. She groaned, moaned and kept frigging her clit, having a quick but intense orgasm.
Ashley cleaned up a little bit and then went to bed and heard Bill snoring. She smirked as she thought that he has no idea what transpired here just a few minutes ago. She crawled into bed and drifted off to slumber.
The next day, Saturday, Ashley didn't hear from Landon all day. Was last night too awkward, she thought? Has this ruined our relationship? She fretted about what they had done. They had both been tipsy and a little lonely, but they shouldn't have pushed the envelope that far.
She texted him twice, once in the early afternoon and again right before dark. Just a simple "Hey!" and again "Just checking on you." No reply.
Ashley was really starting to worry about what happened the night before. They had gone too far, she worried. Gone to a place that a mother and son should not have gone.
Then, about 8 p.m., her phone dinged.
Landon: Hey you!
Ashley: Everything OK? I was worried
L: Yes, everything is great. I went hiking with some friends and we didn't have service where we were. Sorry, didn't mean to worry you
A: No problem. Just wasn't sure if last night had messed up our relationship
L: Not at all! Last night was fantastic! I've been thinking about it all day.
A: Whew, glad to hear that
L: I'm about to take a shower (naked again...) and then grab some dinner. Will you be around again tonight?
A: I can be, if you want to chat
L: Definitely. 11ish?
L: Oh, btw, what are you wearing?
A: What are you wearing? Dammit don't answer
L: About to get in the shower so I think you know. Swinging in all its glory
A: GO! We'll talk later
While Landon lathered up his hard cock in the shower and stroked himself thinking about how easily it was to flirt with his mother, Ashley could feel her own skin flushed and warm. What were they going to chat about tonight? She could only guess.
Ashley's phone dinged at almost exactly 11. Once again, hubby had been in bed for at least an hour. She was just starting her third glass of wine, which was one more than she normally had. She felt a little giddy, a little drunk maybe.
Landon: Hey hot stuff
Ashley: Who do you think you're texting? One of your college sluts?
L: No, I'm texting the hottest woman I know
A: Pffffft. Whatever
L: Seriously, I even changed your name in my phone a few weeks ago
A: What is my name now?
L: Hotmom
A: Ha! Ok if you say so
L: What is my name in your phone?
A: Landon
