The Text

Markus: So the reason you're getting so defensive is because you are in fact a prude? (He was toying with her and she hated the fact that she enjoying it.)

Mon: No.

Mon: I'm not a prude.

Markus: It's ok, It's fine to be a prude, I guess. You don't need to pretend for my sake. (She was well aware of what he was doing and yet she could stop.)

Mon: I'm not a prude. I enjoy sex very much. (She was admitting to things she never thought she would to her son.)

Markus: How much? (And here he was asking questions she never thought her son would be asking her.)

Mon: More than you know. (She was ready to tell him off. But Not yet.)

Markus: That's the thing. I don't. And I won't unless you tell me.

Mon: What do you wanna to know? (She could believe what she was doing anymore. Was she turned on, talking to her own son? This should be disgusting to her, but her body was on fire.)

Markus: Do you own a toy? (She couldn't believe he asked that.)

Mon: A toy?

Markus: A dildo. Or a vibrator.

Mon took a moment to reply but she did.

Mon: I do.

Markus: Which one is it?

Mon: A vibrator. (She couldn't believe that she admitted that.)

Mon: Do you?

Markus: Do I what? Own a sex toy?

Mon: Yes. (She couldn't believe she was even asking him that. She was blaming her indulgence in porn the last couple weeks.)

Markus: That's funny.

Mon: Why's that funny.

Markus: Guys on the majority, don't use toys.

Mon: Well then how do you... (What the fuck was she even asking. She was well aware. She caught him a couple times over the years. She knows the answer to that.)

Markus: I thought I was asking the questions.

Mon: So, I'm not allowed to ask questions, now?

Markus: You can, of course. I just don't want to lose my train of thought.

Mon: Lol. Okay. Go on.

Markus: So, when was the last time you used it. (And with that, she knew she couldn't allow herself to continue. She spoke the truth with everything she confessed to him. She wasn't willing to admit, that she used it the night before.)

Despite having many glasses of wine, Alison was almost completely sober. She couldn't help but pace around the empty house. 'Did he just ask me when I last used my vibrator?' She couldn't help but want to answer and see how far he'd go.

And with all the burning questions. She couldn't contain herself. She headed straight upstairs, shedding her clothes on her way up. She's never done this before. Take off all her clothes to fuck herself. But here she was. Laying naked with big machine pressed up against her cunt.

Her body instantly responded, and shook violently. She had the most intense orgasm of her life and she lost consciousness. She drifted off to sleep and didn't wake up until the morning after.

She took a shower the next morning and came back to the bedroom with just the towel wrapped around her waist. She bent over to pick up the vibrator on the floor and placed it on the nightstand before she caught herself in the mirror.

She admired herself, spinning around checking herself out. She hadn't done this since she had the kids. Maybe it was all the sex talk from the night before. Or the intense orgasm she passed out to. Whatever it was. She was spryer than before.

It didn't take her long before she was bad in bed, with the thick bulbous head of the vibrator pressed up against her cunt. It felt much different than before. She figured that since she passed out, the vibrator must have run out of battery overnight.

She grabbed her phone and searched for a vibrating app and turned it on and held it against her clit. Writhing in as she fucked herself. As she edged closer and closer, The phone emitted a loud ringing noise and the vibration continued. She screamed to an orgasm in the surprise of the whole thing and fell stiff for a brief moment and dropped her phone. Clenching the phone between her legs the whole time. The call ended and Alison fell limp gasping for her breath.

It took a moment before the phone rang again. Again, vibrating against her pussy. She picked up the phone to find her son's face beaming as the phone rang. "FUCK!" she cursed tossing the phone aside before she turned away in disgust of what she had just done.

*****

Markus was ashamed of what had happened the night before he called her twice but she won't pick up the phone. She must have been so disappointed in him. He needed to apologize immediately and confess that he was under the impression that he was texting someone else when he was texting her. But no. He just stood waiting for her to pick up the phone, the third time he called but no response.

He was of course getting late and had to leave. He thought he should at the very least leave a text message stating his mistake. But the moment he opened the texts, the first thing he saw was the last text he sent. Asking her when she last used her vibrator.

Markus spent the entire day contemplating his mistake. Barely showing any focus on his work. How drunk must a guy really be to mistake Mom with Mon.

How is he ever going to face her. He's not just disappointed her but himself. He could barely get through half the day before he rushed to the bar. He contemplated sharing with Mike, but how can he?

He was off the entire day. He got drunk before he got him and got drunk some more. In the mess that he was. He went through the messages again. The more he read the more it became clear that he wasn't the only one to blame. She was flirting back. If not for her flirting back, he clearly wouldn't have instigated anything with her.

Even at that state, he knew calling or texting at this state wasn't smart, and went straight to bed.

He woke up the next morning to a massive hangover. Nursing himself back to sanity, he slowly regained his composure. He revisited the messages and how he felt that she was also flirting back with him. He knew that she was also leaning into the sexual talks and he wasn't entirely to blame for the whole ordeal.

He knew calling her would be complicated and given what happen the day before, he wasn't sure if she would even take his call. Whatever reason she had for texting the way she did, she was also probably feeling horrible about the whole thing. He knew the least he could do was apologize and left a text.

Markus: Mom, Can I still call you that? Sorry. I'm sorry, I was a little drunk that night. And I thought I was texting this girl I met recently called Monica. I had her name saved as Mon. I had no idea.

*****

Alison spent the day reflecting over her actions the night before. And that morning. Hell, she was masturbating to the vibrations on her phone when her son was calling her. She saw her son's face as she rubbed the phone against her pussy. She thought her self the worst and spent the better part of the day in the house and drunk. She review the messages from the night before and realized he was probably under the impression he was texting someone else. There's no way, her little boy would deliberate talk to her like that. Of course not.

She passed out drunk the night before and woke up the next morning to the message from Markus.

She was frustrated with herself and all the disgust came rushing back. She knew this was the case even before he confessed and she still chose to lean into the flirting anyways.

The more she thought about it, she realized she wasn't just curious how far Markus would go. She was more curious about how far she'd let him. And the thought scared her more than anything in the world. And what was scarier was, how excited she was to find out.

She sat staring at the phone for a while before she finally decided to reply. Seeing the message confirming her suspicion was in a way calming. She had no idea what had gotten over her, why she chose to do that. But she let it pass. She decided that this just would be something they laugh about during the holidays. Probably.

Alison: I kinda figured that. Lol.

She left a casual message knowing full, he didn't need to know anything else.

Markus didn't get to the message until later in the day.

Markus: Lol? You're using texting short hand?

Alison: I was 23 when you were born. Cellphones and texting was already a thing by then.

Markus: Then do you always call.

Alison: Well you ignore the text, but you always have to answer the call. Especially from your mother. Ha.

Markus: You're a cruel woman, Mom

Alison: Are you sure you can still call me that after how you spoke to me last night?

Markus: Oh come on! Can we not talk about that.

Markus: And if anything, I'm not the only one to blame here, you were clearly flirting with me too.

Alison: Oh I know. I was just fucking with you.

Markus: MOM! Language!

Alison: Language! Seriously? You asked me how often I use my vibrator and you're talking about language.

Markus: You're never gonna let go of this, are you?

Alison: Lol. Probably not. After all. If there's one thing we established last night, it's that we're both adults. I don't see why we can't talk like it, just because I'm your mother.

Markus: You got a point. But I don't know. It's kinda weird.

Alison: Weirder than asking me if I have a dildo or a vibrator?

Markus: Touché

Alison: Also, to answer your last question, 'when I last used it.' It was yesterday morning. Right around the time when you called.

It was a while before Markus actually got to the message. He was in the cab, riding home. His face lit up at the new notification from his mother having been texting throughout the day. He smiled, seeing the message. He could still not digest that they were conversing this openly. He saw the message and saw that she was still fucking with him.

Markus: Mom, you can stop fucking with me now.

Alison: Okay, fine. But the last message was true.

Markus: I don't believe you.

Alison: Hey I can only convey the truth. I can't make you believe it.

Markus: Sure it's the truth.

Alison: It is.

Markus: I don't even believe that you have a vibrator, let alone that you've used one.

Alison was as excited with the back and forth with Markus as the first night was. The difference being that they were both fully aware of who they were talking to and he was calling her, MOM!

She snapped a picture of the vibrator on the nightstand, something he'd recognize quickly and hit send.

Alison: You need more of a proof than this?

Markus was shocked beyond his belief, seeing the picture. He recognized the nightstand almost immediately. And to see that vibrator on it was beyond his wildest dreams.

He had no idea why seeing that picture would excite him as much as it did. He felt his cock twitch at the sight. He was looking at something that has touch his mother's pussy. Not just but something that she has in fact confessed to have used to bring herself to an orgasm.

Markus: HOLY FUCK!

Markus: Is that real?

Alison: LANGUAGE!?

Alison: Also, I can tell you for a fact that it is, Markus.

Markus: I can't believe you just showed me that.

Alison: Hey you're the one who needed proof.

Markus: Technically, I didn't ask for any proof.

Markus: Also, Language?

Alison: I AM still your mother.

Markus: Who just sent me a picture of her dildo.

Alison: That's a vibrator.

Markus: Doesn't make any difference.

Alison: Actually, it does make a difference.

Markus: Oh MY GOD MOM!

Alison: LMFAO!

Markus: I can't believe you've been fucking around with me like this? Where did this come from?

Alison: Where did what come from?

Markus: THIS! You're don't seem like the boring stay at home mom, that I've known all these years.

Alison: Wow, that's a blow in the gut. You're thought I was boring?

Markus: I don't mean it like that. But you know. You're mom. Everyone at school knew you. You used to pick me up from school every day. Where did all this... Promiscuity come from.

Alison was surprised that Markus was speaking so freely with her. It's been a while since he last spoke to her this freely. Not since he was little boy. Growing up he really did distance himself quite a bit. But here he was. Talking to her again. Who knew, all it took was a picture of her vibrator.

Alison: I guess I didn't know how much of myself I've missed until you left the house. With no one at home to take care of, I just happen to find a lot of time in hand. I didn't know what else to do.

Markus: So, you're fucking yourself with the vibrator all day? Lol

Alison: Language!

Markus: I'm just fucking with you, mom. Come on.

Alison: I know. Lol.

Alison: And to answer your question. NO! I haven't been fucking myself all day. Just every night, to fall asleep.

Markus: Wow! Again, I can't believe you just said that.

Alison: Fine I'll stop.

Markus: NO NO NO NO NO.

Alison: Oh so you're that eager to know about me using the vibrator huh?

Markus: I don't get to win this, do I?

Alison: Not anytime soon.

That night, in bed. Markus laid gawking up at the ceiling remembering what his mother had confessed. He kept reaching for the phone to re-read the text. Even as he read them he couldn't not believe that it was all true. Especially the picture. He was looking at the vibrator that his mother was using to pleasure herself with. And if he was right, she was probably using it at that very moment. And the thought scared him. Excited him somehow. His cock twitched hard and he had a raging boner. Forming a literal tent on the sheets. He tossed and turned trying to get the thought out of his head and yet he couldn't.

He read through the messages again and spent an abnormally long time staring at the picture of the vibrator. And all he could think was, 'That thing is probably pressed up against her pussy at this very moment.'

And to meet his surprise, the green badge turned on. Indicating she was online.

Markus: Good Night. 🫣📳😈

Markus felt displeasing talking to her with a boner in hand. Especially the boner being a product of her vibrator. NO. He decided to pull up porn and while jerking off, he received a notification from her. The notification read.

Alison: You Naughty boy. Sweet dreams 😘

Markus finished just in time and tossed the phone aside, seeing the text from his mother.

Alison woke up the next morning, with a naughty grin. Much like the one she's had the past couple of weeks. But she felt different. It was a feeling she hadn't felt since she first fell in love with Charlie.

She picked up her phone and giggled at the last message she got from Markus. The emoji pointing at the vibrator. Grinning staring at the obviously suggestive text. She began typing.

Alison: Good morning, my naughty boy. 🍆

She came out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around her waist and stood topless in front of the mirror. She admired herself and was amazed how attractive she really looked. She wondered if she could make heads turn the way she did when she was younger.

Contemplating and staring at the mirror, she noticed the phone at the night stand light up. She rushed to pick it up.

Markus: OMG MOM!

Alison: What? LMFAO

Markus: Mom, do you even know what that emoji is used for?

Alison: Why do you think I sent it to you?

Markus: You can't talk about my...

Alison: I didn't talk about anything. That's just an eggplant.

Markus: Sure, it is. And 📳 this is just a vibrating phone.

Alison: Sure it is...

Alison: Aren't you late for work?

Markus: I'm in a cab as we speak. What are you doing?

Alison chewed her lips and grinned before she took a look at her half naked self in the mirror rolling on the bed to her side.

Alison: I just stepped out of the shower. I'm standing half naked in front of the mirror.

Markus: OMG! TMI

Alison: What's that?

Markus: What? TMI?

Alison: Yes.

Markus: Too Much Information.

Alison: Ahh you mean like the vibrator talk?

Markus: More or less.

Alison: More or less?

Markus: I'm not answering that.

Alison: Gee I wonder why?

Markus: Are you fucking with me again?

Alison: Lol

Markus: GOD Mom, you're such a menace.

Alison audibly laughed and tossed her phone aside. Neither one of them texted each other. Markus kept busy with work and Alison followed her routine. Having texting Markus kept her mind off, how lonely the house was.

They never spot the rest of the day or that night. Alison missed him already. Not being the house anymore but the texts. She missed flirting with Markus. The thought disgusted her. But neither one of them could deny how exciting it actually was.

Markus: Good Morning, Mom. I hope you had a good night's sleep. 📳🫣

Alison: You seem chipper. Good morning. 🍆🤣

Markus: I guess I can share this with you, given our recent history.

Alison: What's the new?

Markus: I got lucky last night.

Alison: OMG!

Markus: What?

Alison: Are we really talking about this?

Markus: Well, we did talk about your vibrator. I guess this shouldn't be much of a surprise.

Alison: I guess. I mean we're both adults.

Markus: I guess. Although, now that think about it. I don't think we really discussed the vibrator. So I guess I'll stop.

Alison: You stop it with that, and tell me. Who's the lucky gal?

Markus: Lucky gal huh? That's a nice touch.

Alison: Who is she? Oh Is it the Monica girl?

Markus: GOD NO! I haven't spoken to her once. Especially after mistaking you for her.

Alison: Okay now I'm disappointed.

Markus: Why?

Alison: I feel like I ruined something for you.

Markus: Hey doesn't matter, I did get lucky last night.

Alison: What's her name?

Markus: Cindy or Charity or Cynthia. I remember it was something with a C.

Alison: OMG, are you seriously that kinda guy?

Markus: What kinda guy?

Alison: Guys that sleep with women and not remember their name?

Markus: No, I'm not that kinda guy. I just forgot this one, coz it was a one-night stand?

Alison: Did she know that it was?

Markus: I think so.

Alison: Where's she now?

Markus: She left.

Markus: You know what, I'm certain now, that she knows it's a one-night stand.

Alison: How can you be so sure?

Markus: I just found a note.

Alison: What does it say?

Markus snapped a picture and sent it to her. It was a napkin. Written, "Last night was great, guy. Thanks!"

Alison: WOW!

Markus: Surprised?

Alison: I didn't realize girls were this promiscuous these days.

Markus: You don't know the half of it.

Alison: What was she like?

Markus: She was incredible. Very demanding. Truly knows how to enjoy herself.

Alison: I can't believe you just said that.

Markus: So, what was your night like?

Alison: Oh you know. The usual.

Markus: What's that?

Alison snapped a picture of her vibrator again, and sent it.

Alison: LMFAO

Markus was growing bolder with each interaction.

Markus: 🙄

Markus: You really are laughing your fucking ass off aren't you, mom?

Alison: Well I can't honestly laugh my fucking ass, off. It's still there where it's supposed to be.

Markus: I'm sure it is. You naughty old lady.

Alison: Hey who're you calling old?

Markus: You're my mother. You are old.

Alison: Oh Fuck off.

Markus: You did not just say that. MOM!

Alison: LMFAO.

Markus: Wow, my innocent suburban mother just told me to 'fuck off' What has the world come to?

Alison: The world has plenty going on. You're better off not knowing.

Markus: Where's dad? Still off on his trip?

Alison: Yeah.

Markus: Does he know about it?

Alison: About what?

Markus: Your big fucking toy.

Alison: 🙄

Alison: No, he doesn't.

Markus: So, I know something about you that even dad doesn't.

Alison: I guess you do.

Markus: That makes me feel so special.

Alison: The knowledge of your mother having a vibrator makes you feel special. God what has this family come to.

Markus: Quite a bit, haven't we?