A Mother Turned Pt. 03

Maybe him and the kid can help each other out.

Jay came up to his mom later in the evening, letting her know he was gonna spend the night at a friend's house. He would be back sometime in the morning, and she wished Jay to have fun and to say hi for her. She took some alone time, or as much as she could having someone watch her in her own house. Samantha did some light cleaning around the house, and had watched a movie. She hadn't heard a thing from Chris since noon, hoping he would be busy for the day. Despite the camera she had to install and her discomfort with the lack of privacy in her own bathroom, she drew a bath. Chris was just watching her soak in the warm water, rubbing soap on her legs. He figured she had enough time relaxing, texting her. Samantha was taken out of her moment of faux-peace, reaching over to her phone.

"Wrap it up. I want a personal show. Wear the purple."

"Yes sir."

Samantha stepped out of the bath, water dripping off her big breasts and onto the floor. As she dried herself off, she began mentally preparing herself for whatever the man was going to make her do. Wrapped in a towel, she stepped over to her closet, grabbing the bag of lingerie. A text came through.

"Dress in the bathroom. Robe on. I want you to do a strip tease, then fuck yourself with your dildo. You are to act as if I'm there and say my name."

"You never told me your name."

"Jay." Chris thought it would be good to make this for the kid before he reached out. The fantasies Jay had before would be blown away after tonight. Samantha knew he was lying just to torment her with saying her son's name while she pleasured herself.

"There is no way that's your name."

"Does it matter? You do what I say remember?"

"Yes sir."

"Act like you enjoy it too. If you don't look like you're into it, you do it when he's around."

"Yes sir."

With that, Samantha stepped into the bathroom. It's not your Jay, she thought, just some creep.

Jay returned the next morning, and did not see his mom. He assumed she was out, checking her room, and then entering his room. He opened the app for the alarm clock on his phone, hoping that at least his mother would have got naked in front of the camera. Opening the playback video, Jay saw his mother enter the bathroom and heard the water running. He began to fast forward, about 30 minutes worth of time, until he saw the door open. His mother exited the bathroom in a towel wrapped around her, the top of her tits visible. She held her phone in hand, texting somebody. She grabbed the black bag that had lingerie Jay found when he brought the bags inside, confused. He saw her set her phone up on her desk, facing towards her bed. She went back in the bathroom, and Jay fast forwarded again until the doorknob rotated.

Samantha stepped out of the bathroom wearing the fuzzy white robe. It's all for him, she thought, not that sick fuck. She was ready to commit to her role right now. She slowly walked, staring at the phone. She just had to pretend it was someone else she was being a total skank for.

"Long day, Jay? I know how to make you feel better."

She slowly undid the thick knot that hid her body the world. She let the robe fall behind her. Jay couldn't believe his name was said. Just what was his mom doing? Surely, she didn't mean him, did she? He was fine with it though, as he quickly whipped his cock out, feeling the show was about to be better.

Samantha slowly spun herself around, the sheer purple veil flowing. The purple thong she wore only hid her pussy, as the thin cloth disappeared between her ass cheeks. Her tits were barely covered by the purple lace, but as she turned she provided a great profile view of her boobs. She turned so her ass faced the camera, looking over her shoulder. Bending over to touch her toes, the veil lifted off her ass, showing her firm butt off in its full glory. She slowly came up, arching her back, a dirty smile on her face. She shifted her hips side to side, making her ass slightly jiggle.

"Do you like what you see?"

Jay screamed yes in his head, slowly stroking himself as the video continued. Samantha faced forward, grabbing her tits, She bounced them up and down, then kneaded them together. One hand came off her breasts, and began to slide down her body as she swayed side to side. Her right kept alternating between her tits, squeezing them while she teased lifting the veil up to her chest. She turned at an angle, and lifted the veil slightly above her ass, winking at the camera.

"Let's get all this off."

Jay stopped as he almost came, wanting to save his orgasm for the end. He just knew there was going to be more. His mother reached behind her neck, untying the knot that kept the lacey bra and veil on her body. She lifted the top over her head, and her tits sprung free. She pressed them together again, fingers lightly tracing her nipples. She stuck a finger in her mouth seductively, sliding the other hand down her body. Samantha hadn't felt so sleazy since her college days, before she wised up once she met Jay's dad. She loved Jay, but regretted meeting his father. She hooked her thumb into her thong, the only piece of clothing on her body left. She danced it around her hips, spinning as she did so. After she looked forward again, she shimmied the panties down her waist, and it dropped down her legs. Jay didn't know his mom kept herself shaved down there. He couldn't quite make out her sex, but he watched Samantha turn around and bend over again. Her pussy was on full display in front of him. He quickly grabbed the panties and bra he took from her, setting them in front of him to use to shoot his load on to. She began to crawl onto the bed, slowly and arching her back as she moved.

Samantha laid against the headboard on her bed, spreading her legs. She slowly rubbed her hand up and down on her folds, slowly tracing circles on her clit. She could feel the pressure in her body building up, but felt that the man wouldn't want the show to be over soon. She stuck one finger inside of her pussy, moving it in and out, back and forth. She felt she could earn some favor with her tormentor, and reluctantly came to a decision. She pulled her finger out and stuck it in her mouth, tasting the familiar flavor of her juices. She squeezed her tit as she did so, smiling yet again. To cap off the show, Chris had told her to include the 8-inch dildo, but that was the only other instruction he gave her.

"I have a surprise for you, Jay," she said slowly and sexy-like as she reached into her nightstand.

Samantha pulled out the large silicon cock, and began rubbing it against her pussy. She then inserted it inside her, letting out an audible gasp. The sensation of it stretching her inner walls always throws off Samantha. She began pumping the fake cock in and out, every few pushes burying it to the hilt inside of her. Samantha lost herself in the pleasure she could feel building up in her body, and began to play with her clit again. She picked up the pace of pumping her dildo in and out, and she was breathing heavy. She was biting her lip, anticipating her eventual climax. Her primal wish came true, as a wave of ecstasy crashed over her body. Her fluids flowed out onto the fake penis, and even leaked out onto her sheets. She loudly moaned out as she came, breathing hard and making her tits rise and fall. Her legs shook quivered, slightly out of her control. She wrapped her session by putting the dildo in her mouth to clean it off. She licked the tip of it, circling a few times. Samantha then slid the cock in and out of her mouth, twisting it so she could get all of it clean. She hated that she was getting used to how her pussy tasted, but if that's what she had to do, then she was going to do it. She could not risk having to do this while Jay was around. She took the dildo out of her mouth and collected herself, slowing her breathing. The dildo fell out of her hand, and she stood up to collect the phone. She took it, the dildo, and her discarded clothes into the bathroom to clean up. After cleaning up, she came back out and threw on her underwear she had on earlier in the day, a plain tan bra and panties combo. She then turned out the light and went to bed.

Jay finished in sync with his mom, cumming probably the most he has since he started perving on her. He came all over the blue panties and yellow bra, wishing she was wearing them and he was ejaculating onto her. He finally got to see his mother's pussy, the final part of her he wanted to see. Now he wanted more. She said his name, he thought. She couldn't have been referring to him. No, Jay had to be someone else. The man she was masturbating in public for. The man she was sending pictures too while she was dressing. Jay couldn't help but admire the secret man he was so sure existed.

Jay cleaned himself up, and did some laundry so he could clean his mother's underwear while she was gone. Chris told Samantha to take a spa day as a reward for her efforts, but he had planned on it to see what Jay would do once he came home. Jay didn't disappoint him, as he saw Jay get ready to jerk off to his mother's masturbation that she unknowingly made for him. Chris decided today was when he would help someone for once. Jay was a unique individual, and he thought it would be a fun twist on his usual torment.

It was in the afternoon that Samantha returned home. Jay saw her smiling, asking what made her so happy. She was in a yellow tank top and black yoga pants, but Jay couldn't help but imagine her naked. She informed him about the spa day and how it made her feel relaxed after a hectic week. She went to work on lunch for the two of them, when Jay felt his phone vibrate. He saw a text from an unknown number and opened it to read.

"Jay it's a friend of yours."

"Who is this?" None of Jay's friends said they got a new number, which confused him.

"A friend. Do you love your mom?"

"Yeah, of course. Who is this?"

"Do you want to fuck her?" Chris didn't feel like wasting time.

"No, that's gross. Who the fuck is this?"

"You sure?" Chris attached a screenshot of Jay's gallery, showing all the pictures and videos he has of his mom.

"Please don't tell her, I'm begging you." Fear swept across Jay. He wouldn't be able to explain any of it to his mom. She wouldn't be able to take it.

"Don't worry. I can help you with that."

"Yeah right." Was this the man she was always texting?

"What is she wearing?"

"A blue tank top and yoga pants."

"What do you want her to wear?"

Jay thought back to the clothing trip.

"She has a crop top and shorts that cutoff right at the bottom of her ass."

Samantha's phone vibrated, and Jay watched her check her phone. She excused herself, and came back a few minutes later. Her tits were compressed against the too small crop top, and the bottom of her ass was sticking out of the frayed shorts. Jay asked his mom why she changed, and she spat out a barely believable reason for wanting to be more comfortable. Jay knew she wasn't comfy in that, but that was the outfit he wanted her in, and she changed as soon as he told the mysterious man. He went back to text the number.

"How did you do that?"

"Your mom isn't the saint you thought she was. Besides, the less you know, the better. You in?"

Jay pieced together that his mom had been acting so polar opposite due to this man holding something over her head. What it was, he didn't know. His mom had been emotionally torn apart, even crying over the fucked-up situation that Jay unknowingly took advantage of. He wanted to apologize to her for stealing her clothes and making her change her wardrobe. Almost sending a message telling the man to fuck off, he thought to her recent masturbation session. She was saying his name, no doubt at the command of her tormentor, while shoving a dildo in her pussy. Jay figured the silicon penis was slightly shorter than he was, imagining it was his cock stretching her pussy out to its limits. She looked sexy in the lingerie, and absolutely stunning as she came on her bedsheets. Jay saw the potential in getting the most beautiful woman he's met to be his for the rest of his life. Jay started a new message.

"What do I need to do?"