The next 2 days passed without incident, and gave me time to process everything that had happened. While it wasn't great that my son was lusting after his own mother and tributing cum to her at night, I decided it was ultimately harmless. I figured it was a phase and he would eventually grow out of it. I worried that confronting him would push him back into his shell, which he had just recently started to emerge from. In fact, it was the weekend, and instead of staying in his room, he had made plans to go out and watch a movie with friends.
"That's amazing honey! I'm so proud of you!". I pulled him into a hug, but then cut it short. I didn't want to encourage his crush.
"Mom you're such a goof," he blushed. It was like he was a completely different person to the one in the videos. The question was, which version was the real Omri? The sweet innocent caring momma's boy, or the assertive and aggressive boy who came on photos of his mom?
I put it out of my mind; I didn't want to ruin this moment.
"I'll probably be late coming in, so don't wait up ma." He gave me a peck on the cheek and left. Suddenly the house felt very empty.
Curiosity still had its hooks on me. I sneaked into his room again.
"You gotta stop doing this Daphna," I muttered to myself.
I turned on the computer, logged in, and found the hidden folder again. No new tributes. Phew, I thought. Maybe I'm right and it really is just a phase. There's only so much you can lust after an old chubby lady like me. I sighed, and went back to my chores. Once I finished, I was exhausted, with sweat dripping everywhere. I decided to take a quick afternoon nap on the sofa. I was out like a light, but only for a few minutes, and woke up moments later. I couldn't see my face but knew I was paprika red. Damn it. I had hoped the sodden panties 2 days ago were completely unrelated to the recent happenings. After all, I hadn't masturbated in more than a month. But now I was getting flashes of my son jerking off to my pictures when I slept. Except it wasn't through a camera lens; it felt like I was there in the room next to him, encouraging him. I was going through clean panties like a teen goes through tissue boxes.
I remembered what Omri had said about coming in late. A golden opportunity I thought. I made sure the door chain was latched, and then got started. I had several videos that were my go-to's; I'm sure the kids would call them "vanilla". But they did the trick. Or they used to. As I rubbed myself through my shorts, I felt like the videos weren't doing it for me this time. I was so close, but the videos were almost sending me backwards rather than towards my climax. Fuck. I turned off the video, and looked to Omri's room. My heart skipped. What if...?
I went into his room, turned on the computer and browsed to his special folder. I clicked play on one of the videos, selecting it randomly. It was the Disneyland one. As soon as I saw his cock, my wetness returned. Slowly I brushed my fingers on my crotch. Oh fuck. My heart started beating faster. It felt so good to be desired again. Maybe I could pretend this wasn't my son stroking it, but a random stranger. Yes. Completely normal. I'm just excited at someone, anyone, cumming on a photo of me. Lusting after me. The wetness was starting to seep through my shorts so I took them off. I was now sitting on my son's gaming chair in my panties, and was too horny to even realise how messed up that was. In that moment I didn't care; I needed to cum so bad. My eyes were glued to the screen as he stroked faster and faster. Suddenly I pulled my panties to the side, and slid a finger in. It went in without effort. I was so fucking wet. I picked up speed while he neared completion. 2 fingers. Fuuuuck. I was going crazy. The room was filled with the squelching sounds of my fingers going in and out of my soaking wet pussy. I was so close. As he started to erupt on my face, I took my other hand a started rubbing my clit. This felt incredible. I really needed this. I came just as Omri cock slapped my cum covered photo with a splat.
"Fuck Omri!"
I kept cumming, I couldn't stop my fingers. I closed my eyes and arched my back. Oh shit oh shit oh shit. I felt a weird sensation, like I was going to pee. I didn't care. I kept going. And then the floodgates opened; I started squirting EVERYWHERE. This was certainly a first, and it felt so incredible I didn't care about the mess I was making. I removed my fingers but kept playing with my clit as the last of my urine sprayed on the chair, on the desk, on the floor. My breathing subsided and my heart rate normalised. That was fucking incredible, I thought. I had NEVER cum that hard in my life. But I felt a pang a guilt that it was to a video of my son jerking off to me, and in his room no less.
I spent the next hour cleaning up the mess I had made. The hardest part was the smell, but nothing a few sprays of Febreeze couldn't solve. I started making dinner for 2 before realising Omri would be home late. I missed him. As I sat on the couch to have dinner, I grabbed my phone and texted him.
"Hey, how's everything going? Mommy misses you."
I took a selfie on the couch with an exaggerated scowl. I added a caption "Dinner for 1 :(". Before I hit send, I paused. I wondered if he would jerk off to this later, and my heart started to race again. I shook my head. What is wrong with you Daphna? I hit send and put my phone down. A few seconds later my phone buzzed.
"All good ma, just finishing dinner, be home soon."
He sent a picture captioned "Dinner for 4 :)", a selfie of him and his friends at a pizza joint. Aww, I'm glad he was having fun and hanging out with friends again. I couldn't remember the last time he did that.
"Aww love you sweetie, enjoy!"
"Love you too mom. Should I bring you a slice or 2?"
"No sweetie! No pizza for this fatty!" I texted back. It was sweet of him to ask though.
He texted back an eye roll. I finished dinner and went to bed.
I heard him come in a few hours later. He must have been in a rush to get to his room, as I heard footsteps in very quick succession. I stood up and put my ear to our connecting wall, wondering if everything was OK. A few moments later I heard him grunting, and I knew exactly what was happening. I stood there, ear to the wall, and my fingers slowly made their way to my crotch. Then I stopped. What the fuck was I doing? Get a hold of yourself woman. That's your son for crying out loud. I went back to bed.
The next morning I sent Omri away on an errand to buy groceries. Since I was cooking almost every day now, the fridge was almost empty.
"Urghhh you're so annoying mom. It's so early and I'm tired from last night... Why can't you get it?" he complained.
"Because I need to do other chores dummy. Unless YOU wanna do them lazy bones?"
While Omri was great at keeping his own room tidy, he was lousy with the rest of the house. I once tasked him with cleaning the bathroom and returned to a half flooded room. Never again.
He didn't really have a choice. He left after a quick breakfast, and I was instantly in his room. I had to see if he'd tributed his mom again. He certainly had; I could see the exact photo I'd sent him last night in the video preview icon. But to my surprise, this video was a bit longer than the others. The grocery store wasn't far, and I knew he'd be back soon. So I plugged in a USB, copied over all of his "work" and left his room, leaving everything as it had been. I didn't want to admit it, but I was excited to see the result. My justification was that this whole thing was harmless. We weren't committing incest. He simply had a fleeting crush on his mother and was expressing it. And watching him do it helped me relieve myself. Yes, that was it. It could have been anyone's dick jerking off to me, and I would've had the same reaction.
He came home shortly after, and through the whole afternoon, my mind was still on that USB and the new video. I was so fucking horny still. And my mind raced trying to figure out why the video was longer. I wish I could've excused myself, gone to my room, and got myself off, but there was too much to do at home. Thankfully, Omri was eager to help his dear old mom. First, we tag-teamed the bathroom. I showed him how to clean things properly, the magic of bleach and black mold removal sprays. In fact, I took him through all the cleaning products, and explained when they should be used. He listened attentively. Usually he didn't care for such menial things, but I imagine his new crush on his mother changed things. I suppose it had its benefits.
Next we tackled the laundry. I taught him to always separate whites, what the various washing machine compartments were for, and which settings to use for the best wash. I was actually getting excited at the prospect of Omri helping me with these things regularly, freeing up my time, although I did feel a bit selfish. Maybe this could serve as his punishment for the all the nasty things he was doing with his mother's pictures, I thought.
Finally, he helped me in the kitchen. When he was little, he would always help me while cooking, by weighing ingredients, reading instructions from a recipe book, mixing batter, even slicing simple things. Sometimes he would just sit and watch me, though I imagine his gaze back then was a lot different from now. He pretended not to remember any of it when I brought it up, but his bright red face told me otherwise. He was just the cutest back then. In many ways, he still was. We made chilli con carne together. It felt fun, like everything was back to normal, and the USB didn't cross my mind once while we did it. It was just nice chit chatting with my son about nothing and everything.
We sat down for dinner and I decided we would watch a chick flick from the 80s. The main protagonist was a complete macho asshole, one that probably wouldn't fly with audiences now. We ended up getting into a discussion about what women like.
"I mean he's a complete dick, Mom. How are they still together?" he quipped as the credits rolled.
"All kinds of women in the world hun. Not everyone wants a Boring John. Nice guys can be kinda tedious," I replied.
"Yh? Is that what you're into? I don't remember dad bring particularly macho."
I paused for a moment, as memories of my husband came flooding in. "Yh I guess not. But he didn't have to be. He was always so comfortable in his skin. I always envied that. God I miss him."
Omri gave a somber smile.
"But you're your own man Omri," I continued. "You can be more assertive when approaching girls, if you're comfortable with it. I think a lot of girls find that attractive. I haven't given much thought to dating again, but if I did, I'd probably want someone who could take charge, you know? But don't force it if that's not YOU."
I wanted to encourage him to continue to come out of his shell, as he had been recently. I wondered if his "tributing" was somewhat helping him do that. And I was sure I had some part in it too.
