Sexting with Naughty Mom

Keshav: What makes you think so?

Sonam: When he took up this new role in the consultancy firm, he told me that he decided on the change of jobs because he was tired of traveling continuously. He was not enjoying it anymore.

Keshav: Yeah. He told me the same thing.

Sonam: Yes. And, he also said that this new job does not demand any sort of travel. But, now, he has to go all of a sudden.

Keshav: But. That is how work is, Mom!

Sonam: He is lying, Keshav. I am sure he is going somewhere with that whore bitch of his. He did not even dare to tell me he was going to be away directly. He sent me a message just now. Informing me, he is leaving. Can you believe that?

Keshav: Mom. That is bad. But, still.

Sonam: But, what? It does not bother you that your dad is going to spend his nights with another woman? It does not bother you when you think of your dad naked on a bed with his mistress? Would you be okay if Ahaana was cheating on you? Will you be so relaxed if you realize that your girlfriend is sleeping with another guy from your college?

Keshav: Mom. Please! This has nothing to do with Ahaana. I get what you are going through. And, I feel for you. But...

Sonam: But what? What is it?

Keshav: What are you doing in there? I want to know. Nothing explains you being inside the bathroom. I don't understand any of this. And, are you going to talk to Dad, now? Are you sure he won't see the pictures and videos on your phone? Delete it, okay! Please.

Sonam: What exactly do you want, Keshav? Do you want to know what your dad is up to? Or you want me to delete the pictures? Or do you want to know what I am doing inside the bathroom?

Keshav: I want to know it all, Mom. But, first. Just tell me this. What are you doing, Mom?

Sonam: What do you think I am doing?

Keshav: I would not be asking if I knew.

Sonam: You did not understand from the voice message I sent you? Do you really have any idea?

Keshav: I don't know, Mom. I did not understand.

Sonam: Why do you have to act so innocent? You are not a naive person, Keshav. Even you know that. You have very well had your share of fun.

Keshav: What does that have to do with this, Mom? Why are you blaming me for everything?

Sonam: Isn't it funny that you have everything to be a very dominant man. But, all you are is a very timid and very submissive wimp. What happened to all you 'big' assets, Son?

Keshav: So, this is still about that? This is still about the pictures and videos I sent you. Are you just trying to mess with me for that? What are you trying to prove, Mom? You know you are equally responsible for this.

Sonam: Oh, yeah?

Keshav: Why are you punishing me like this? This is not fair. And, are you serious about anything you told me? Are you just making up all this shit about Dad and his lover and his cheating? Are you trying to see how far you can push me?

Sonam: So, that is that what you think it is? Do you think this is all a joke?

Keshav: I think you have just been playing with me the whole time. At this time of the day, you must be cooking for Dad. And, he has to leave quickly. And, you are worried he will get angry that you are late. He is a perfect guy, but I know how angry he can be. In reality, you are in the kitchen, in a hurry to cook, but you are also wasting more time trying to humble your son.

Sonam: No. Haha. No. No. Oh my. Hahaha! I am not doing any of that. How did you even manage to think about all this? Cooking for your dad is the last thing I want to be doing right now!

Keshav: Why? Doesn't he need breakfast

Sonam: I don't know. He will tell me if he needs breakfast. That is how it has been every day of late. I can hear him talk to the taxi driver on the phone. And, so he will leave soon.

Keshav: Okay. So, if he is this close to you, and you can even hear him speak, and there is also a chance he might come looking for you, then what are you doing inside the toilet? I don't think Dad is anywhere near you. You are just lying. It is something else.

Sonam: You want to see?

Keshav: See what? See what Dad is doing?

Sonam: Haha. No! What I am doing!

Keshav was typing the reply when he received a photo from Sonam. And he opened it immediately.

It was a photo of the lower body of a woman, sitting on the floor of the bathroom, in front of a large mirror. The photo had the image from the mirror, shot by the woman, herself, using a mobile phone.

The woman in the photo was wearing a full-length pink-colored satin nighty that was conveniently raised up to expose the whole of her meaty legs.

Her legs were spread, bent knees making a 'V', revealing her very tempting inner thighs, and an equally inviting lusty clean-shaven pussy.

But, that was not the best part. She also had three of her fingers easily stuffed inside her love-hole, indicating how wet her cunt was, and how horny she was. And, also giving a good idea about how long she must have been engaging in the act of self-pleasuring.

Keshav was stunned. Was it a picture of his mother? Was it really his mother? It had to be his mother. Her face was not there in the picture. Even her upper body was missing. But, it was a picture his mother sent him. It just had to be her.

He was never expecting it. Not even after sending his mother sensitive pictures of himself. He, in fact, still did not know if he wanted to expose himself to his mother. But, he was sure he never expected his mother to send him back anything similar.

And more importantly, he never thought he would receive a picture of his mother pleasing herself, feeling the insides of her moist pussy. He never thought his mother would have had her fingers sliding in and out of her twat as she texted him.

But, at that very moment, he knew exactly how he wanted this to end. He knew exactly what he wanted.

Keshav: Oh, Fucking shit! This is crazy! Mom! Is that really you?

Sonam: It is very well your mother, Keshav!

Keshav: I cannot believe it. I just cannot. I have never imagined seeing you like this.

Sonam: You don't believe it is me? Haven't you already seen me wearing this nighty? You have, Keshav, so many times. All those days you slept really late, watching TV. And, I came down to check on me. I have had this pink sleeveless nighty on me, on so many occasions. Don't tell me you have never noticed that!

Keshav: Mom...

Sonam: It is indeed me, Keshav. It is your mother, in the photo.

Keshav: I still cannot believe this is happening, Mom.

Sonam: What is it that you cannot believe? Did you not think I will dare to send you a picture of my vagina?

Keshav: No! Just... No!

Sonam: Why? You sent me a picture of your penis. So, why should I not return the favor! Or Is it like you thought your Mom will never finger her pussy. You stroke your cock when you don't have any 'real' source of pleasure, don't you?! So, why can't I? Even I have my needs, Keshav. How can you forget that?

Keshav: It's nothing like that, Mom. I am not at all blaming you. That is not what I am trying to do.

Sonam: Then, what is it? Tell me.

Keshav: I don't know, Mom. It's that I never thought we would be doing this.

Sonam: You don't want this? Do you really want to stop?

Keshav: It's not that, either, Mom. I mean, I am just...

Sonam: Tell me what it is? Are you ashamed of me? Because I fingered my pussy?! Do you belong to the group of men who think a woman should cum only when a man wants her to?

Keshav: No, Mom. I am not ashamed of you. It is normal! All women do that.

Sonam: Ahana, too?

Keshav: Err... Yes, Mom

Sonam: She enjoys it?

Keshav: Yes, Mom. Everybody fingers their pussy these days. Every woman satisfies herself.

Sonam: Your other girlfriends, as well?

Keshav: Yes, Mom.

Sonam: So, I also am just like them.

Keshav: Mom...

Sonam: I am also just like your girlfriends.

Keshav: This is very normal, Mom. It is a part of life now.

Sonam: Have you ever fingered any of them?

Keshav: Mom?!

Sonam: Tell me.

Keshav: Yes, Mom.

Sonam: All three have had your fingers inside their pussies?

Keshav: Yes, Mom.

Sonam: Will you push your fingers inside mine, too?

Keshav: Mom...

Sonam: Will you? I am just like them, right?

Keshav: You are not my girlfriend, Mom.

Sonam: What if I was your girlfriend?

Keshav: Mom, stop. This is all too much for me. I need some time to take in all this.

Sonam: You don't have to be shy, Keshav. Not anymore.

Keshav: Please...

Sonam: What is it that is bothering you? You still don't think it was really me in that picture?

Keshav: It's not that, Mom

Sonam: You did not like my pussy? You don't think my holes are worth your time? I can send you a close-up picture of my pussy if you want to have a better look.

Keshav: Please, that is not needed.

Sonam: Why? Isn't that normal too? Your girlfriends must have sent you tons of their pussy pictures. Why can't I then?

Keshav: I just don't know what to tell you I am still a little startled seeing you like that.

Sonam: But, why? You have already seen pussies of other women. And, looking at what you have inside your pants, I am sure it is not just your 3 girlfriends who would have exchanged sleazy images with you. How many pussies have you seen, Keshav?

Keshav: I have been in any kind of sexual relationship with only these three girls, Mom. I don't try to woo and bed women, Mom. I am not somebody like that.

Sonam: Well, Okay. I know, my son. But, still. The size of your manhood It's something so... Hhmmm, Let's not talk about it again.

Keshav: Yes. Please.

Sonam: Keshav You never told me much about the other two girls in your life. I have a clear picture of Ahaana and how things are between you two. Haha. Yes but, what about the other two? What were their names?

Keshav: Is that even important, Mom? I do not even talk to them now.

Sonam: But, still, tell me their names You may not be talking to them. But I am sure you must be thinking of all the hot stuff you did with them

Keshav: Come on, Mom. I just don't understand you.

Sonam: Hahaha. What? That is also extremely normal To find gratification thinking about all the good times. But it's okay if you don't want to talk about it. Just tell me how the pussies of all your girlfriends looked

Keshav: Is that really needed, Mom?

Sonam: Tell me, Keshav

Keshav: Why?

Sonam: I just want to know.

Keshav: Mom. Okay! Ahaana has a rare, perfectly tight pussy.

Sonam: Hahaha, I could guess that. And, neatly trimmed too. She definitely needed something special to demand your love. Hahaha. And what about the other two?

Keshav: Okay. As much as I enjoyed having my fingers inside the pussies of the other two girls, Viveka and Tiya, I often felt they had very loose pussies, that mostly looked ugly.

Sonam: Hahaha. Oh, Keshav. Haha! That sounds so harsh. Poor those two. But it is definitely their fault that they could not make themselves useful for you. I still cannot believe they did not make you stretch their holes!

Keshav: Mom.

Sonam: But. Ahaana, Viveka, Tiya All your girlfriends have such fancy names. It must be so much fun calling out their names during the act!

Keshav: Come on, Mom.

Sonam: Oh, please, I can just imagine how it would be. You must be giving Ahaana a lot of "Ahhh Yeaahhh Ahaanaaa Yeaahhhh!" And, Tiya must have got a lot of "Show Me Your Tight Tits Tiya!" Something tells me that Viveka is one of those "Suck My Dick You Shameless Cock Hungry Viveka Bitch!" types.

Keshav: Mom!

Sonam: Hahaha. Am I right about your girlfriends?

Keshav: You only know their names, Mom

Sonam: Maybe, I only know their fancy names But, nothing wrong in guessing what my son gave them! Hahaha.

Keshav: Those are not very fancy names, Mom.

Sonam: Yeah? You don't think so? Hhmmm. How do you like my name, Keshav? Sonam feels so ordinary.

Keshav: No, Mom. Sonam is such a nice name. It is the kind of name women of my generation have.

Sonam: Haha, Ohh. I am glad my son thinks so.

Keshav: I always liked your name

Sonam: And?

Keshav: And? What?

Sonam: And What else do you think about your Mom? What do you think about your Mom's ...You know! And?

Keshav: Think about what, Mom? What is with this 'AND'?

Sonam: Just tell me, Keshav. And?

Keshav: And what, Mom?

Sonam: And...

Keshav: What?!

Sonam: Fine! What about your Mom's pussy? What kind of pussy do you think I have?

Keshav: Mom...

Sonam: Tell me, Keshav. How is my pussy?

Keshav: Mom.

Sonam: Please, Keshav

Keshav: Err...Yours still looks very young, Mom. That is all I want to say.

Sonam: Hahaha. Maybe because it is too early in the day. Just 6:50 AM Maybe that is why my aged pussy looks so young to my son

Keshav: It is only the face and skin that looks younger, and more vibrant in the mornings, Mom. All the other parts of our body stay the same, the whole day.

Sonam: Hahaha. My dear son seems to have greatly liked my pussy Caring to defend the goodness, like how a hot-headed young lad would do when his lass's modesty is in danger.

Keshav: That is not what I meant. I was only talking science, Mom.

Sonam: Yeah?

Keshav: Yes!

Sonam: Did you like my pussy, Keshav?

Keshav: Mom...

Sonam: Tell me you like it. I know you do.

Keshav: Mom...

Sonam: Say it, please!

Keshav: I like it, Mom.

Sonam: Tell me you like my pussy.

Keshav: I like your pussy.

Sonam: You can do it better. Please, Keshav

Keshav: I like your pussy, Mom!

Sonam: Is it the best pussy you have ever seen?

Keshav: Mom, Please...

Sonam: Tell me it is, Keshav! Tell me your mother's pussy is the best you have ever seen!

Keshav: Your pussy is the best pussy I have ever seen, Mom!

Sonam: Say that again! Tell me my pussy is better than Ahaana's. Tell me your mother's pussy is better than your girlfriend's. Tell me your mother's pussy is what you need. Tell me you want to stuff your big thick dick inside your mother's pussy!

Keshav: Mom, Is this really you? I feel like I have been hit on the head. I feel like I am not able to think or react properly.

Keshav was typing another message when he received one more picture from his mother, Sonam. A picture that changed everything, forever. Keshav had just been blessed with an image that showed his mother's extremely charming face, thick, black wavy hair, and, most importantly, her completely naked body.

Her nighty that covered a little of her humility had happily disappeared this time around, and her 34B-26--34 sized curvy body was exhibited in its full glory. Honestly, her lusty face was enough to make anybody die fapping too. The small yet very easily noticeable, black mole just above her thick pink lips, only made her more enticing.

While she was on the floor last time, she was standing, engaging in her erotic act this time. Her firm tits waited to be grabbed, groped, and loved, and she still had a good number of her fingers inside her twat, forcing her mouth wide open in ecstasy.

Keshav: Oh, Fuck!

It was Sonam. It was definitely Sonam now. It really was his mother. Her son had no more reason to doubt if it was his mother. And, he made sure he appreciated his mother's special gesture. Keshav zoomed in on every inch of his mother's tempting body as if his entire life depended on it.

He had never seen anything so attractive and anybody so beautiful. He could not stop admiring his mother's bare self. Sonam had lost control over herself long ago. She had been sexually taunting her son and pushing him to his limits. And, now, Keshav too had completely lost the very little amount of say he had on his 'deeds'.

Keshav already knew how he wanted this conversation to end. He very well knew what he wanted once they were done exchanging texts. But, now, he also knew how badly he wanted it to begin.

It had only been a minute since Keshav received the picture from his mother. But, he felt he already knew each curve in his mother's body, like she had always been naked for him, throughout his life.

This was not a photo that was taken sometime earlier. This was a photo that was taken that very second. This was a photo his mother shot, especially for her son.

6:55 AM was the time in the clock, just above the mirror in front of which Sonam stood, occupying the upper left corner of the picture. It was exactly 5 hours since they had started texting.

But the question still remained. Did it all begin only after the first message was sent? Or was the first message sent only because something very dark and black had already taken birth?

It took a lot of years for Keshav and his mother, Sonam, to slowly start feeling attracted towards each other. It took even more time for them to start expressing their most unrighteous desires and engage in the evilest of sins.

However funny it may seem, it only took a few mere hours, once they started talking, to expose their naked selves to each other.

"Just like I always imagined her to be," Keshav said to himself, looking into his mother's uncovered picture. He had a wide grin on his face and looked like a man possessed.

The picture of his mother in her purest form took him through a turmoil of emotions. What he had always feared would happen, was indeed happening. It was all just like he thought it would be. It was everything he tried not to let happen but miserably failed.

Ever since Keshav turned 18, he had been having very confusing, yet very arousing dreams of his mother, every other night. He had never lusted for her, and though he could never understand what the reason behind the strange reminders was, it always made him wonder if they were signs.

But, at the same time, being a loving son, he had also taken steps to make sure he did his best to wipe off any corrupt feelings he developed for his mother.

He was in constant conflict with this very hidden perverted desire that had been unconscious, forcing him to take part in this sinful act with his mother. And, though, not at his own will. He did send her wrongful images of himself, even as a section of his mind always tried to tell him not to.

It was only at this moment, after seeing his mother in her bare self, he could completely convince himself that he had indeed been sexting his own mother, all this while.

It was only after he confirmed that his own mother had been stimulating herself, as she talked to her son, that he could convince himself that he, too, was as eager as his own mother. And, that he, too, was an equally interested participant.

It was only at this moment that he realized he really had her. He knew he truly owned her. He knew his own mother was ready for him. He could no longer show reluctance. He could no longer resist. He no longer had to.

If the messages they exchanged could bring out the devil in a sexually active person like him, there was no doubt on the intensity of the effect it would have on somebody like his mother. Somebody of her age. Somebody who has already confessed how lonely and unsatisfied she has been feeling for a long time.

"How did I manage to picture this so perfectly, all these days?" Keshav asked himself again.

Ironically, it was almost the same set of words his own mother used when she saw the photo of her son's undressed assets. Sonam, too, had, for a long time, been a slave to her incestual wants.

Sonam: You did this to me, Keshav! I cannot hold myself back anymore. I have never been so turned on in my whole life. I just could not resist falling for you. And, after seeing your big dick, my son, I cannot stop imagining being dirty for you. All I really want now is you and your monster!

Sonam waits for a couple of minutes after sending the message but gets no reply from Keshav.

Sonam: Hello?

Sonam sends a message, but Keshav has not received it.

Sonam: You there, Keshav?