* * * * * 1 Year Ago * * * * *
Laura's morning alarm went off at 7 a.m. to wake her up for work. She was exhausted. Her daughter's night terrors were especially bad last night, it took longer than usual to calm her down and get her back to sleep. She crawled out of bed, threw on her robe and made her way to the kitchen for a strong coffee.
Thankfully her workday wasn't too busy, and it passed by without any major issues. She felt like she was stuck in a rut, just sinking in the constant cycle of tiredness and workdays. She knew it wasn't her daughter's fault, she didn't blame her for any of this, but it still didn't help the fact she was constantly drained and unsatisfied with her life.
She'd lost her husband 5 years ago when a drunk driver hit their car while he was trying to teach their daughter to drive. Since then, it was just her, her son Jay and her daughter Charlotte. 3 years ago, Jay, with the push of his sister, had made the impossible decision to pursue his education, and he'd left home to attend university for 4 years. He still had 1 year to go before his course ended and he'd finally be able to come home.
The only way they were able to keep in contact was through text messages and phone calls because they simply couldn't afford air travel and leaving Charlotte at home alone was impossible.
Laura decided to treat herself after work today. She'd go get a nice new haircut and just freshen up her look, that'd help her feel better for a while. Back at home in her bedroom, she was admiring her new look in the mirror and decided she'd take a nice new selfie and send it to her son along with their daily messages.
"Mom? Who's this beautiful woman using your phone sending me pictures?" her son replied.
Such a simple silly response but for some reason Laura couldn't stop smiling. Did he really think she was beautiful? She spent the rest of the night randomly thinking about it and it kept making her smile. The next morning, she took a new selfie while she was drinking her coffee and sent it to him.
"Omg she's back. Tell her she's gorgeous for me please!" he replied.
Damn it, she thought, he'd done it again. Given her a smile that lasted the entire day. Any time her mood dipped she'd reopen her messages and re-read what he'd said to boost herself again.
Laura found herself starting to crave his daily confidence boosts. This continued for weeks, and her confidence and happiness grew so much. He had no idea how happy his messages were making her. She didn't want to make it awkward or risk him stopping so she never told him. She missed her son dearly and she felt like this was bringing them much closer.
A couple weeks after her first selfie was sent, she was in the changing room at a clothing store one day trying on some new tops. She took a series of selfies, so she'd have plenty to send. The main thing all these tops had in common was that they all showed off her cleavage, ranging from a little bit to quite a lot. Her heart was in her throat when it came to time to send the first one. Until now they'd all been of her face, but Laura wanted more. She wanted to show more of herself and see what he would say. Picking one showing a little cleavage she finally got enough courage to send it.
"Hot damn mom, what a gorgeous top. I'm loving your mirror selfies :)" he responded.
"What do you like about it?" she asked.
"How it hugs your figure. The color looks great, it's not too 'in your face', you know what I mean? Oh, and the cleavage is a winner too, sorry, had to say it!"
Yet again her son had left her feeling great about herself and he said he liked her cleavage, that's exactly what she wanted.
Helen knew deep down that what she was doing was probably wrong. Flirting with her son like this. But they both seemed to like it, he was seeing revealing pictures of her and in return he was making her feel good about herself, so who was it hurting? She didn't want to stop.
As the week progressed the following pictures got a little more revealing every day. Jay reacted the same way to all of them, with kindness, love, and cleavage compliments. After sending her latest one, he called her out on it.
"I love all your pictures mom, you look so good, but I swear you show me more cleavage every day. One day I'm sure I'll wake up to you fully topless haha."
Oh dear, she'd been caught out. How should she handle it, she wondered.
"Well, you seem to like looking and I enjoy your compliments. Would that be such a bad thing?" she asked him.
"I wasn't complaining. Just making an observation really. I don't think it would be bad at all. I'd enjoy it to be honest!" he told her.
"You'd like to see your mother topless then? Naughty boy!" she joked with him.
"It doesn't matter if you're my mother or not. Honestly that just makes it more fun. You're a sexy woman no matter what. If I can make you feel good by complimenting your body, then so be it. I want you to be happy mom."
"You have made me very happy baby. I love taking these pictures and sending them to you. It excites me."
"Are you saying sending your son revealing photos turns you on?" he questioned her.
"That's exactly what I'm saying." she said.
"Good, I'm glad I'm not the only one getting turned on!"
Their daily texts had now become just a barrage of flirtation and sexy comments. It all felt so normal to them now. As the weeks went by, they each counted down the days until they would see each other again. They began sharing their fantasies and turn-ons.
One day, Laura had a day off work, Charlotte hadn't had a night terror that night, so she slept all the way through the night. She woke feeling really good and horny, desperate to touch herself. She took a new picture of her lying in bed, her top half completely naked except her arm was laying across her breasts to cover her nipples.
"Wish you were here," she wrote and sent the picture.
"Fuck, I wish I was there too mom. The things I'd do to you!" he almost instantly replied.
"Tell me what you'd do to your poor naked mommy," she said.
"I'd move that arm first of all. Covering up tits like yours should be a crime. Second, I'd pin those arms above your head with one hand, so I'd leave you helpless as I kiss my way down your neck, your chest, taking your nipples in my mouth and my other hand between your legs playing with your pussy."
"Fuck baby, you have no idea how badly I need you to touch me. I can't wait until you get home."
"Me too mom, I'm counting the days!"
"Count down the days until these are yours," she sent him the topless picture he'd always wanted. Her nipples hard on the tip of her breasts.
"Fuck me!" he expressed his overwhelming joy.
"I plan to ;)" she answered.
* * * * * Present Day * * * * *
It took a lot of convincing for Jay to leave home and attend university away from his sister, but thankfully in a couple of days it would all be over, and he would be back where he belonged, at home.
That week passed by quickly. He had handed in his notice at his part-time job, all his belongings were packed up and the day finally arrived when he was granted his freedom from this educational prison.
Not being able to afford a flight out, his mother Laura would make the 10-hour long drive to pick him up. A decision she didn't make lightly. His sister Charlotte suffered from agoraphobia and night terrors, meaning she was unable to leave the house and leaving her unattended when she has a night terror can be frightening and potentially dangerous for her. Unfortunately, this was the only way he could get home.
The plan was that she'd come to get him, they'd pack his things into the car and start driving back immediately until it got too late, then they'd stop in a motel for the night and leave again first thing in the morning. Laura wasn't thrilled by the idea of Charlotte being left home alone but she'd be available 24 hours a day by phone if she needed anything.
The family lived a comfortable life, but they didn't have the kind of money to throw away on casual flights, so because of that, they hadn't seen each other in person in 4 years since Jay had left home. The only way they could keep in constant contact was via texts, phone calls or social media.
Over the past year or so, Laura and Jay had grown very close through texting and phone calls. What started out as innocent conversation and compliments on selfies between a lonely mother and son, slowly evolved over the span of a year into casual sexting, nude picture sending and the sharing of fantasies. Thinking back on it, Jay couldn't remember when or why it started exactly but there was now a definite strong sexual attraction between him and his mother that they couldn't ignore. One they both planned to act on as soon as possible.
He watched as her car pulled up and she parked it close by. Stepping out of her car into the abnormally hot air of this summer's day, his gorgeous 46-year-old mother, wearing a bright yellow sundress immediately threw her arms around him and they hugged for a while, just holding each other. Laura, standing at 5'5 and weighing 130 pounds, was towered over by her now 28-year-old son at 6'1 and weighing in at a muscly 200 pounds. She buried her head in his chest as they held each other.
"My baby boy is all grown up!" She squeezed him and took a step back to admire his new muscly figure.
"You look incredible, mom. All those pictures you've sent don't do you justice," he took a moment to appreciate her standing there.
"Thank you, baby. I don't mean to hurry you but let's get this car filled, I'd like to get on the road as soon as possible."
With the car now filled up with his things, they headed off to begin the first portion of their drive home. Laura got on the phone with Charlotte and updated her along their journey roughly every hour. They'd talked their way through many topics so far on the drive, catching up on everything they'd missed before they hit one he wasn't too keen on discussing; dating.
"So, any dates recently you've not told me about?" she asked.
"Afraid not, not for a couple of years," he told her.
"I feel your pain, I really do."
"It's okay, like you I spent a lot of my free time just working on myself. You look fantastic, so much better in person compared to the pictures you've sent," he complimented her.
"Oh, you don't like the pictures then?" she joked.
"I absolutely did not say that. You know how much I love your pictures, I just love the real you a little more," he smiled.
"Aww, thank you, baby. It's nothing much really, just some swimming after work a couple times a week and lots of walking."
"Whatever you're doing, it's working wonders." Laura blushed a little and couldn't stop smiling. "How about you, mom? Any lucky guys out there sweeping you off your feet yet?" he asked.
