It was Saturday morning, and I woke up with an excitement I hadn't experienced in years. The week had flown by. I started out on Monday simply sending Omri photos of my face, which I knew he'd have his naughty perverted incestuous fun with.
On Tuesday, I was just about to text him while having lunch when he sent a message instead.
"Hey mom, what r u up to?"
I typed out I was having lunch, but then deleted the message; I didn't want to be boring. Instead I took a selfie, placing my face next to my salad bowl and sticking out my tongue slightly like a cat. I hit send.
"That looks delicious mom!"
Afternoon rolled around, and I messaged him about dinner.
"Hey hun. When you cook dinner, can you make sure to use up all the kale in the fridge? It expired 2 days ago."
"Yea sure mom, I'm almost home," he replied.
Instead of a simple thank you, I put my lips right on the camera, mouthed a kiss, and took a photo. The picture was nothing but my red lips, nose, and neck. I hit send. He replied back moments later with a red heart.
On Wednesday, he started getting bolder. At lunch, he texted, "Hey mom, what r u doing? Send me a pic."
He was starting to take charge; I liked it. I complied. Instead of my face next to my lunch, this time I decided to try something different. I undid the first 2 buttons of my shirt and placed my breasts next to the bowl. It took a few tries to get the perfect shot; I didn't want it to look like I was just sending my son a photo of my cleavage. The fourth time was the charm. The photo looked natural, with my cleavage seeming incidental. The photo was from a high angle, and my face was cut off from the chin up. Good thing too; I was much too red in all the excitement. I sent it before any second doubts creeped in. He texted back two red hearts. I started to wonder if he was "using these" at school, in one of the bathroom stalls. I was starting to get wet.
But I had promised myself to wait until the weekend before touching myself. Omri had made plans again for Saturday, so the coast would be clear for me to inspect his special folder and see his reaction to my selfies from the week prior. I pictured myself sitting on his chair again and rubbing myself while watching his videos of sinful lust. Fuck. I had to go to the bathroom and splash some cold water on myself before things got out of control.
Thursday was incredibly busy, with my boss paying us a visit, which was rare. I spent most of the day catching up with him and in team meetings. But I couldn't stop thinking about Omri. He had texted me several times, and I didn't have a chance to reply. I remembered how pissy he got last time I didn't let him take a picture. I ended up working late into the evening with the rest of my team and sent him a group photo of us having pizza in the office.
"Mommy has to work late today, eating dinner here. Sorry for not replying earlier, it's been a crazy day. Mommy loves you so much!"
He simply replied with a thumbs up. I'll have to make it up to him tomorrow, I thought.
On Friday, I didn't even wait for his message. At lunch, I took a photo on the bathroom mirror. Fridays were always casual, so I was in my jeans and a new camisole I'd bought. I'd picked it especially because of how it hugged my large F cups, hoping to wear it on a girls night out some time. Wearing it around the office, I was painfully aware of guys staring lustily at my massive cleavage, but I didn't care. Omri had been quiet last night, and I wanted to give him a treat - he had been dutifully making dinner and doing house chores all week after all. I sent him the photo, simply with a "Thoughts?" caption. I was just about to leave when he texted back.
"Wow mom, you actually look stylish for a change haha," he joked. "How does it look from the back?"
My heart raced. I guess my tits weren't enough; the pervert wanted to see his mom's ass too, I thought. I checked out my backside in the mirror. The jeans were almost skin tight. They were a bitch to get into this morning, but the way the denim perfectly showed the outline of my butt cheeks made it worthwhile. I took a picture and sent it. Here you go, perv, have fun. I was about to turn off my phone screen when I noticed something in the photo. I zoomed into my crotch area. Fuck. I could see a slight wet patch forming. I looked down and I was mortified. All this waiting for the weekend was killing me; I NEEDED release. Just 1 more day I thought. As I walked back to my desk, tried to move quickly so no one would notice. I had shoved some toilet paper down there to avoid soaking through, but the existing patch was still visible if you looked closely. My phone chimed. Omri sent me six red love hearts.
And so here I was: Saturday. Omri was going on a hike with some friends and said he'd be back around 9pm. Perfect, I thought. That gives me pretty much the entire day to myself. He'd been very good with all the chores I walked him through last weekend, so besides lunch and dinner, I
didn't really have to do much around the house. I gave him a quick peck on the cheek and sent him on his way, making sure to chain lock the door. At last. I rushed to his room, turned on his computer, and unhid his folder. To my surprise, he'd renamed it.
"DaphCunt," I read aloud. The candor caught me off guard. I felt strange. This was the first time my boy had directed abuse at his mother in any shape or form, as far as I was aware at least. Outside of a few cock slaps, he had never done this in the videos either. It was a sign of things to come, but I didn't know at the time. I opened the folder, and there were 5 new videos since last weekend - one for each day of the week. I took a moment to process that; Omri had jerked off to his own mother every day of the week. I was getting wet.
Once again, I copied over the new tributes to my USB stick and went to my room. I dug out my laptop, plugged in the USB, and played the first video. The video icon had intrigued me - it didn't look like it was recorded in Omri's room. I was right; it was a bathroom stall!
"Shit mom, I couldn't wait," Omri spoke in a hushed voice. That was the first time he'd spoken in a video, his voice husky and not at all like his regular one.
"You got me so horny... look ma!"
He rubbed his cock through his cargos. I could see the outline of his hard-on. Below him on the iPad, which was laying on top of a closed toilet seat, was the selfie I sent on that day with my tongue out. In one swift motion, he lowered his cargos and pulled out his dick. I noticed how shiny the head of his cock was with precum. My fingers slowly found their way down to a wet patch forming on the outside of my panties, my eyes glued to the screen. He began stroking for his mom, nice and slowly. I could hear his hushed moans; he must have been trying to conceal them - he was in a public space after all! That got me even more excited. Omri then reached down to his iPad, still stroking, and swiped the screen with the tip of his dick.
The next photo was the last one I'd sent on Monday; me winking with my tongue out. It was a little embarrassing; I'd wondered what Omri thought of his old mom trying to look 30 years younger. He told me right away.
"Damn, you look like such a slut in this one mom.."
I was in disbelief, my mouth agape. Did he just call his own mother a slut? All the while, my fingers moved on their own, slipping under my panties. Fuck.
"You're such a goofy little slut mom. You look like you're ready for my load on your face. Is that you wanted secretly? For your son to paint your face? Huh Daphna? That's it, show me your tongue slut. Here, take it mom!"
He erupted, shooting ropes upon ropes of cum on my photo while moaning my name. I expected a reaction to my slightly sultry selfies, but certainly not this. I pushed my fingers into my wet cunt as he finished and zoomed in on the aftermath. Not a single pixel of my face was left uncovered. I felt so degraded but my pussy gushed.
I double clicked the next video, my fingers picking up the pace below. This was the most humiliating one yet. Omri once again had the camera flipped, so I could see his face. Unlike last time, he was completely nude. He was moderately muscular, which was slightly surprising given his shut-in status over the past few years. Maybe he'd been working out in between all those jerk off sessions to his teachers. The last time I'd seen him topless was during a beach day with his father. He had certainly grown from the little boy I used to panic would drown if I lost sight of him in the water for more than 10 seconds.
My bittersweet memories were interrupted by Omri holding up two printed photos. I recognized them from Tuesday: one had my face next to a salad bowl, and the other was a close-up of a kiss. He set my lunchtime photo down on his desk face up and disappeared off camera with the other photo. He returned seconds later. My eyes widened. Oh my God Omri! He had cut a coin sized hole where my lips were! He held it up proudly to the camera, like when he used to show me drawings from class. Then, with the photo still facing the camera, he penetrated the hole with his dick. Again. And again. I watched with a mixture of excitement and horror as my son brutally facefucked my photo. His girth widened the hole with each thrust, but he didn't care.
"Take it mom! This is what you get for being such a fucking tease!"
I was edging ever closer to my climax alongside him.
"Where do you want my cum this time, slut? In your salad so you can lap it up? Ok ma, here you go. Fuuuck."
He jerked off furiously onto the photo on the desk, all while still penetrating what was a photo of my lips. He started spewing his thick liquid, aiming for the salad bowl and my face. He completely coated the picture, and I could see the cum pooling on the paper, making it soggy. He then grabbed the photo of my lips and scrunched it up around his cock, using it to clean off any excess semen.
