Helens New Hobby Ch 02

Just a little make-believe-fantasy I hope you enjoy!

After brushing her hair and putting on a robe over her black panties, Helen goes to the kitchen where she finds David finishing a bowl of cereal at the dining room table. She gets a cup of coffee from the coffee maker, and sits down across from him. "Good morning."

He drops his spoon into the empty bowl. "Good morning."

She takes a sip of her coffee. "I've been thinking about what we discussed last night, and you were right. You are an adult, and looking at porn, isn't that big of a deal." She takes another sip of her coffee, and sits the cup down on the table. "I'm sorry I treated you like a child."

David leans back in his chair, his voice casual. "It's ok."

Helen wraps her hands around the cup for the warmth. "I was expecting a little more excitement."

He leans forward, putting his elbows on the table. "It's just that copying pictures has gotten boring. I mean, everything I post has already been posted somewhere else."

She studies her son. She thinks about the pictures he'd copied, and how many times they'd been viewed by strangers, and can still remember many of the comments that had been left. She takes another sip of her coffee. "I want to make it up to you. What if I let you take a sexy picture of me to put on your site?"

He looks at her and smiles. "That'd be great!"

Helen puts down her cup. "I'm sure I can find something sexy in my closet, maybe the dress I wore to Brendas party. I had lots of compliments from it."

David puts his hands together and interlocks his fingers. "I can get pictures of women in sexy clothes anywhere online." He bounces his hands on the table. "How about a nude picture?"

She almost knocks over her cup of coffee. "NO! I'm your mother. I'm not going to let you take a picture of me topless and put it on your site, for strangers to look at!"

David holds his hands up, in front of his face. "You said you wanted to make it up to me, how about topless!" His hands turning red as he squeezes them together. "Please! It'd just be one picture, and I won't ask for anymore! Please!"

Although she appears to be studying her son, her mind is on the idea of having a picture of herself out where anyone, and everyone, can see it. She imagines how many views the picture might get, and the comments that might be left. Feeling her pussy getting wet, she crosses her legs. "Ok. One picture of me topless, and you can't ask for any more."

Her son jumps out of his chair. "I'll get my camera and meet you in your room." He goes up the stairs, taking three at a time.

Helen goes to the sink and pours the rest of her coffee down the drain. She then pours herself a glass of wine, and whispers. "What am I doing?" She takes a sip of the wine to calm her nerves, then refills the glass, three-quarters to the top, and goes to her room.

Before her son arrives she hangs her robe on the hook on the back of the bathroom door, and crosses her arms to cover her tits. She's looking at herself in her full length mirror when David walks into the room. She turns to face him. "Where do you want me to stand?"

He puts his camera down on her dresser, and walks to her. "Face the mirror, and put a hand on the wall, on either side of it."

Helen does as her son had instructed. "Like this?"

He crosses his arms, "Back up some, so you're bent over."

She takes a couple steps back. "Better?"

He smiles. "Yeah." He walks up to her and places is hand gently on her back. "You just need to arch your back a little more."

She shakes her head. "This is ridiculous! I don't know what I was thinking."

When Helen tries to stand, his hand on her back holds her in place. "You're almost there. I know what guys like to see." He gently applies pressure. "Just arch your back."

Helen arches her back. "This is crazy." She's looking at her reflection in the mirror, when David calls her.

"MOM!"

As soon as she looks at him, he snaps the picture. He looks at the shot on the cameras small display screen. "This is perfect. I'm going to go post it." He rushes out of the room.

She thinks about chasing him, and telling him she'd changed her mind, but is too embarrassed to face him. Needing a distraction, she puts on her robe, grabs her glass of wine, and goes into the living room to watch TV.

It's not long until David comes down the stairs, with his laptop under his arm. "Really, a game show?"

"I wasn't really paying attention. It's just something to do before getting ready for work." She looks over her shoulder at him. "When can I see the picture?"

He smiles at her. "Now. I've already posted it."

She surprised. "This soon?"

He nods. "It doesn't take long." He puts his laptop on the dining room table. "Come look."

Helen takes her glass of wine to the table, and sits in the chair in front of the laptop.

When he opens the laptop her picture is there, on the site. "There you go."

She's sits speechless, staring at the picture. She sees herself bent over at her mirror, in her black panties, one leg slightly bent at the knee, and her tits hanging under her, appearing heavy and with her nipples hard.

David pulls up a chair next to hers. "What do you think?"

After the picture itself, the title gets her attention. "YOU CALLED IT 'MY MOMS SWEET TITS'?" She glares at him. "Why would you call it that!?"

He shrugs. "Because I'm your son, and they are."

She rolls her eyes and looks back at the laptop screen. When she looks at the numbers she can't believe what she sees. "That many people have looked at it?!"

He slides his chair closer to hers, and using the touchpad, refreshes the screen. Now the number is much higher. He lets out a little laugh. "That many people have looked at it." He leans back in his chair. "And there's also some comments."

She looks at that number. "Can I see them?"

He points at the screen. "Sure." When he clicks on the picture it gets bigger, and the comments appear below it. He slowly scrolls through the comments, giving his mom time to read each one.

Just like the other pictures she'd seen with comments, her picture had a variety of responses, ranging from complimentary to vulgar. But no matter what the comments are, the more she reads, the more excited she becomes.

After getting to the last of the comments, David goes to the previous screen. "Well?"

Helen leans back. "I didn't expect so many people to see it so soon, or so many comments." She glances at her son. "Where's all the other pictures, your copied ones?"

David points to his profile name. "It's the same site, but the other pictures are on my other profile, I made this one just for your picture."

Hearing her son imply that her picture is special makes her blush. She jokes, "It looks kind of lonely."

He turns to her and smiles. "I'm not asking, just saying, it doesn't have to be."

Before she can reply David refreshes the screen, the numbers now appearing much higher.

Her eyes are wide. "More people have looked at them?!"

He laughs. "Of course, your hot." He opens a new tab and does a search for 'MY MOMS SWEET TITS'. When the results are displayed there are small pictures of different women, along with several small pictures of her picture.

She studies the screen. "These are people that copied my picture?"

He nods. "Our original is in there somewhere, but the rest are copies."

She turns to him. "Can we open one?"

David laughs. "You really are computer baffled." He clicks on one of the small pictures. When her picture appears it's on a different site, with its own numbers and comments.

Helen doesn't realize her robe had opened until her son puts his hand on top of her leg. "Why don't you call in sick and stay home today?"

Nervous at having her sons hand on her leg, but not wanting him to take it away, she keeps her voice calm. "I couldn't do that."

His hand gives her leg a little squeeze. "Why not? You don't even like your job, and you don't need it. You got the house from the divorce and it's paid off, granddad left you his share of the company, which you sold to his partner, but still have stocks in, and he left me a trust."

Helen spreads her legs slightly wider, half hoping he slides his hand higher on her thigh. "I don't know."

David gives her legs a little squeeze. "Come on, play hooky." He smiles. "I can give you some computer lessons." He tilts his head. "You know you need them."

She tosses her head back. "Fine, I'll play hooky!"

David closes that tab, going back to the tab for his site, and refreshes it. "And you can keep track of your picture."

She leans back in her seat, again in disbelief that the number is still getting higher.

After calling in to work, saying she's not feeling well, Helen changes into a skirt and blouse, makes lunch for David and her, and gets her computer lesson. Prior to the lesson, and because she's not a 'computer person', Helen was afraid David would get frustrated with her. But the lesson went really well, with lots of playful teasing from David, and lots of laughing from both of them. When the lesson was over David went to his room, leaving his mom alone with the laptop.

Helen pours herself a glass of wine and sits at the laptop. She goes to the site with her picture, checks the numbers, pleased to see them still rising, and reads the comments. Afterwards she explores the site, looking at pictures and videos that others had posted. As she goes from post to post she becomes more aroused, until she's leaning back in her chair, with her skirt is pulled up, and her hand rubbing her wet pussy.

It's the video of an older woman sucking a younger mans cock, that puts her over the edge. Even with the sound muted, when the mans body jerks and he puts his hand on the back of the womans head, Helen knew he was cumming. A moment later her body is shaking, two fingers inside her pussy, and her legs closed and tightly squeezing her hand.

After she's calmed down she goes to her picture. Again, she checks the numbers and reads the comments. She closes the tab and looks up at her sons room. She finishes her glass of wine, stands, and straightens her clothes.

When she gets to Davids room, he's sitting up in bed, looking at a car magazine. She's not sure how to start the discussion she needs to have with him.

He notices her standing in the doorway and puts down the magazine. "Hey."

Helen leans against the door jamb, and looks at the floor as she shuffles her feet. "I was thinking that having just one picture on the site seems kind of pointless, and maybe we should add one more."

He smiles. "I think so too, but I promised not to ask about another one." He repositions himself, so he's sitting on the side of the bed. "What did you have in mind?"

She looks at David. "Same thing, topless, but a different pose."

He shakes his head. "That would be the definition of 'pointless'. This one should be a nude picture."

She looks back at the floor. "I can't do that. I think another topless one would be fine."

David leans back, his hands on the bed behind him. "You didn't think you could do a topless picture, but you did, and look how that worked out."

She's quiet, thinking about a nude picture of her being posted, the number of people who will look at it, the comments, and it being copied to other sites. "Ok, but this is the last one."

He stands. I'll be down in a minute, I'll meet you in your room."

She nods. "Ok."

Before she leaves his room he stops her. "Be nude, except for heels."

She asks, "Why?"

He goes to his closet. "Trust me."

She goes into the hallway.

She's already undressed, except for the black heels, and standing in the middle of the room with her hands over her pussy, when David walks into the room. "Where do you want me to stand?"

He puts his camera on the bed, and walks to her. He puts his hands on her hips and carefully moves her to where he wants her. "Here." He steps back, his tone radiating confidence. "Put your hands behind your head."

When she puts her hands behind her head, David glances at her pussy and smiles. "You're smooth, awesome!"

He picks up his camera, and stands in front of her, slightly to the side. "Look at me and smile."

When she smiles, David snaps his picture. He reviews the shot. "Another perfect picture." He rushes into the hallway.

Helen lowers her arms, kicks off her shoes, and crawls onto her bed. She puts her arm over her eyes, and wonders how she could let her son see her nude, then take a picture of her nude and post it.

After laying in bed for a while, she puts on her robe, and goes looking for her son, finding him sitting at the dining room table, with is laptop. She walks up behind him. "How's it look?"

He brings up the picture, titled 'MY MOMS HOT BODY'. He gets out of the chair. "Take a look."

She slowly sits. She hadn't realized, until looking at the picture, David had positioned her in front of her full length mirror. Not only would people see her tits and shaved pussy, in the mirror they'd see her ass. "They'll see everything."

David stands behind her. "Look at how many views it has."

When she looks at the number she shakes her head. "No way!" Without David saying anything she clicks the picture to see the comments.

David starts up the stairs, stopping after the first couple steps. "I'll leave you to it." The takes two more steps. "Sorry we're not posting more." He goes up to his room.

Helen slides her hand over her pussy, and starts reading the comments. Most were mild, about how beautiful or sexy she is. But it's the ones that are rough that get her the most aroused.

It's after reading a longer comment that wants to fuck her throat and her tight ass, that she leans back, closes her eyes, and begins using her fingers to fuck herself. Pretending it's her son fucking her, she spreads her legs, and imagines he's laying between them. She whispers, "Yes baby...fuck me...hard, baby...fuck me hard."

Knowing it would be taboo to let David fuck her only makes her need it more. When she starts to cum her back arches, and her mouth opens wide. Her legs snap together, her juices pouring out of her pussy, soaking her robe beneath her.

Her continues to jerk for a short while after she's done cumming. She takes a deep breath to help calm down. Before going back to her bedroom, she refreshes the screen, seeing the number much higher than they were, and reads the new comments.

She takes a quick shower, and crawls under her covers. Laying in bed, she wonders what the numbers will be in the morning, and what the new comments will be.

Unable to fall asleep, she gets out of bed and goes to the laptop, to check the numbers and see if there are any new comments.