Mommy Mind Fuck

"Wow, you were out late," I tried to distract her.

Mom was busy looking for her phone that Carl still had in my room. When she noticed me, she modestly put a robe on to cover up what she was wearing.

"Have you always had that nightie? You look fantastic."

Mom stopped and smiled at my comment. I think that the sexy dress ups were helping her feel more womanly and she liked that. Surprisingly, she opened up her robe to let me have a look.

I tried not to look too lustful for my mom.

"This is nice, isn't it? I don't even remember buying it," she said looking at her outfit quizzically.

I couldn't help but open my big mouth. "And your boobs are incredible." Side note: sons hoping to make it with their moms should not make sexy comments to them – it definitely would scare them off.

I was lucky. Mom was already feeling a little naughty from seeing herself dressed so sexy. She gave them a squeeze and said modestly, "I guess they have held up pretty well for a girl my age."

"Let's eat," I said, glad she didn't take my comment badly and hoping to further distract her, "I'm starving. You can wear that to breakfast if you like." I hoped against hope.

She wore the cami to breakfast, albeit with her robe partially covering her. I worked on making breakfast for the two of us, although I was severely distracted by hanging mom boobs two yards away.

Almost at the end of breakfast, Carl texted me, saying that he was done and the new pictures were back on her phone. I excused myself to mom.

"Hide the phone in her room somewhere," I texted back, "Like on the floor, by the bed."

"I guess I will hide in your room until she's gone – Carl"

Mom was curious. "Who was calling this early in the morning on the weekend?" she asked.

"It was Carl, he wanted to hang out. I told him that I wanted to go out and spend some time with my mother." I spread it on thick.

Mom looked at me sweetly and smiled.

We both got dressed for a walk down to the park while Carl let himself out and locked up. Mom put on some very tight capris and a short spaghetti-strapped cami-top (!) that revealed just an inch or so of her tummy. During the course of the day, I saw that she was wearing the thong that I bought for her (the whale tail poking just past the waistband of her pants) and that she couldn't be wearing anything for a bra under her top (her nipples stuck out too much and her tits swayed much more than normal). Perhaps I should emphasize to you that this was two steps away from normal for her.

The walk was just long enough that she wanted to take a nap when we got home. Not expecting her to go down so soon, I tried to frantically sell her on some spiked juice. I didn't want to miss a single opportunity to play with mom's body.

She passed out easily enough, but didn't fall as soundly as I hoped. What I wanted to accomplish next, I decided, was to have her seem like she juiced in her panties. Afraid to pull such tight pants off her, I tried instead to rub her pussy outside her pants.

I tentatively reached for her snatch and pressed my fingers into her, rubbing in gentle circles. I was relieved to discover that, when my mother gets aroused, her body relaxes instead of tensing up. Massaging her clit was only helping her fall asleep more. I didn't know when would be the right time to stop, but a deep, throaty moan told me when.

If all went well, she would have a strong heady smell in her panties for when she would change out of them later on. This would have the hopeful effect of making her think that she likes to feel sexy all the time and maybe it is possible to be sexy with her son around.

Circumstances went better than I had planned: that night mom lay in bed in a nightgown with the hem pulled up and her exposed pussy airing out. I nearly popped a gasket when I went to go peek in her room and saw mom's bush in full view; her panties bunched up in her hand.

This was perfect for the plan that was bouncing around in my brain all day. At the mall, there was a sale on panties if you bought a lot. I saw many attractive pairs and I thought that I might as well buy them all at once. My new plan would be to use the bulk of them right then. If my mom was a horny bitch (or so I was making her believe) she should have a whole hamper of pussy stained panties. I set to fill out her past week that she didn't know she had.

I replayed the last week in my head. Three stained panties would make sense: today's plus two more. I selected two pairs and turned them inside out to rub into her pussy. My cock was ready to burst; my fingers rubbing around in mom's cunt, with only a thin veil of cotton between them. The gusset got wetter and wetter, my dick was about to explode and I had two more to do.

Once done, I replaced the panties in her hand for a new (yet soiled) pair and buried the other two in her clothes hamper, the bridal one a little deeper to reflect when she first wore it. I took several other new pairs and folded them like mom does and peppered them throughout her panty drawer to make them look like part of her regular assortment.

The only part of my plan that wasn't advancing was the self-taken pictures in her camera. I needed something for tonight. I texted Carl to come over and I thought about what we were going to have mom do.

"You're sick," Carl said, legitimately disgusted, "She's your mother."

I had laid out my plan to have mom seemingly sneak pictures of me undressing. Carl didn't like the incestuous undertones.

"Mom is going to fuck somebody before the week is through and you are going to have a front row seat. I don't want it to be some stranger fucking her and I am the only one available for the job. It's already begun; mom's been getting really frisky around me lately." I practiced this rationale in my head. I was not even sure that I wanted it to go this way.

"At least we won't have to fix the pictures ... it'll be quick," he conceded. "This is really gay. I don't want to take any naked pictures of my best friend."

"Go into the other room and look at that pussy – that is what we are doing this for," I reminded him.

We changed the clock on her camera (we couldn't change the clock on her phone) to make it seem like she has been taking pictures throughout the day and took several pictures of me in and out of my clothes: A shot of my ass while I was bending over; a shirtless shot where I was pretending to look for something; me undressing for the shower; a naked ass shot of me walking from the shower; and the coup-de-grace, a shot of me in bed, asleep, with my pants pulled down by somebody (supposedly mom).

Carl was really disturbed, taking naked pictures of his best friend for his best friend's mother, but he persevered. We printed the pictures out on our snapshot printer and took them to mom's nightstand. What we found in her drawer was a new surprise: mom had a vibrator.

Children never think of their parents as being sexual. Although a sexual sub-persona was what I had been cultivating in my mother for the past week, I never thought about my mom's own sexuality. I didn't know how long she had it, but I told myself that she bought it recently.

I crunched the pictures in my palm to look like mom was masturbating to them with one hand and put them under the vibrator. I left the drawer open a bit to draw attention to it.

I woke up early and heard the hum of mom's vibrator coming from her room. I debated whether to barge in on her, as I knew what she was masturbating to. I decided instead to use this information to build the sexual tension even more.

A lot of outrageous scenarios went through my head and I decided that, given the circumstances, a porn movie set-up might just work. I put on some loose shorts and waited for her to finish in her room. I found her eating breakfast in the kitchen.

"Mom, I'm a little embarrassed," I began.

She tried to look as motherly as possible. "You can tell me, honey."

"There's something wrong with my penis." I was nervous as hell; the scenario was too contrived and I was being too forward.

Mom was startled. Maybe she thought her fantasies were starting to take over her waking life. She paused.

I didn't want to give mom the chance to weasel out of the situation, so I took the next step and pulled down my pajamas right in front of her face. She held out her hands tentatively and proceeded to examine my cock.

"I don't see anything," she said, straight-faced.

My dick was beginning to harden. I wasn't sure how to play out the situation, but before I could do anything, mom let it go like a hot potato. She was more embarrassed than I.

"Maybe we'll go to the doctor's," she said with a little discomfort in her voice.

I gave her a non-committal "maybe" and left the kitchen, not sure how well my plan was working. I checked her drawer after she left for work and found the vibrator and the pictures missing – perhaps to relieve herself at the office from what was building over the past few days.

Mom was ripe for the picking and I knew that the next step had to be extreme in order for us to pluck her.

"Carl, tonight I am going to make out with mom."

Carl nearly choked. "Gross, you can't do that."

"I have to; this is the next step to making her completely mine. Be ready for my call tonight. If you ever lose your resolve, take a look at the pictures of my mom I gave you."

The evening went much more smoothly than I had anticipated. Mom came home a little later than usual; she obviously looked like she was drinking. She skipped dinner and went straight to bed to pass out. The moral weight on her must have had its toll.

I called Carl over. The pictures were easy. Shots of her head were obscured by my own, kissing her. Other times, we avoided her head altogether. We were usually in a tight embrace, so posing was a non-issue.

We made it look like mom had seduced me; her on the bed, removing my clothes. Her own clothes came off, one by one. Some of the pictures she supposedly took (Carl's hand holding up her arm, of course) others were by my hand, like lovers taking mutual interest. We had pictures of her hand in my pants, my hands in her blouse, lots of kissing and a few just of my dick.

I was a little nervous about the simulated sex scenes, but we were going to be gentle about it; it would only look like rough sex. The first sex shot was her rolled on top of me; I held the camera out and gave a look like I had just scored. Next, I climbed on between her legs and hid my cock under her snatch to look like I was penetrating her; my rationale was that she might wake up, but I was really too scared to actually fuck my mother. If she indeed woke up, it would only play into the scenario of her half-dream life where she lusted for her son.

When we were done, we dropped the camera by her in the bed, where she was sure to notice it.

The next morning, I decided to let her come to me. She didn't disappoint.

"Hon," she said knocking at my door, "what happed last night?" She let herself in.

I tried to look surprised, as if she came on to me for the first time. "Wow, it was incredible ... I never thought ...." I trailed off, trying to be obvious and vague at the same time.

"My brain's a little foggy," she said confused, "did we do something?"

"You don't remember?" I said, still sounding surprised, "You came home, drunk and totally came on to me. At first I thought that it was just the liquor talking, but you were like a tiger." I let my enthusiasm show through, hopefully making it contagious.

She looked weirded out.

"I thought it was weird too," I put her to rest, "but what you were wearing and what you were doing to me ... that was hot. You were really getting into it."

The conversation was allowing her too much time to think about her feelings and morals. I acted quickly. I stood from my bed and embraced her like lovers would the morning after. Our lips met and I felt her resist.

I groped her in all the sensitive areas to soften her resolve. I opened her robe to find that she hadn't dressed at all from the night before – she was still completely naked. Her face turned red, like she never intended to expose herself to me, yet she believed we had sex the night before.

She broke away and ran off. I let her go.

I didn't see her much for the rest of the day. She came home from work late (not drunk) and immediately went to her room. I decided not to pursue – I tried for the big one and I failed.

I was really depressed. For the next few hours I tortured myself, wondering what I could have done different. In the end, all I wanted was my loving mother back ... the sex was extra. I waited for mom to come out of hiding and was disappointed; she didn't even come out to eat. I went to bed, almost in tears.

I woke a little past eleven to the sound of mom knocking at my door.

"Hon, could you come to my room for a bit?"

I got up and found her waiting for me in her room on the side of her bed. I sat down next to her.

"Last night," she began, not sure what to say, "how was it?"

My heart calmed, I was relieved that she was beginning to believe the situation that was set up for her. "You were great," I said, at a loss for words.

Mom parted her robe, revealing that fantastic body of hers: full, round breasts that hung just a little; a curvy figure; meaty legs that hid that precious patch of fur between them.

She looked up at me with bedroom eyes. "I don't remember much, I was hoping you could refresh my memory ...."