Me: GOD NO! HOW DID IT GO! WHAT HAPPENED?
Donna: IT’S YOUR FIRST TIME, YOU GO FIRST! WERE YOU A NAUGHTY MOM?
I proceeded to tell her what had transpired in just the last few hours, feeling my pussy moisten and heat up again as I saw my recent memories replayed in my head. My comments were interspersed with Donna’s comments.
Donna: OMG!!! YOU DIDN’T! YOU ARE MAKING ME SOOO WET!
When I was done, my fresh panties were again wet, soaked with my cream as I rubbed my pussy through my panties.
Donna: I LOVE IT! I LOVE YOU, CARMEN! GIRL, YOU REALLY KNOW HOW TO COCKTEASE!
Me: AND YOU, TELL ME WHAT YOU DID!
Donna: WHEN I WOKE UP THIS MORNING, I DUG OUT AN OLD CAFTAN OF MINE THAT ZIPS UP THE FRONT. I KINDA HAD THE SAME IDEA AS YOU. I WORE IT WITH THE ZIPPER DOWN FAR ENOUGH THAT SHANE WOULD GET A GOOD LOOK WHEN I BENT OVER AND DURING BREAKFAST THAT NAUGHTY BOY LOOKED DOWN A LOT! SHANE HAD TO CHANGE HIS SHIRT BECAUSE HE SPILLED SO MUCH CEREAL WHILE TRYING TO EAT AND STARE AT MY TITTIES AT THE SAME TIME! LOL!
I felt my pussy go from hot to molten as I read my friend’s account of exposing herself to her son. I was typing one handed again as I replied.
Me: AND WAS THAT IT? DID NAUGHTY MOHTER DO ANYTHING ELSE?
Donna: AFTER BREAKFAST, I GOT INSPIRED WHEN I WENT FOR MY SHOWER. I HAD STARTED TO FINISH UNZIPPING THE CAFTAN AND I GOT THE NAUGHTIEST IDEA. I SNAGGED THE ZIPPER AND PRETENDED I COULDN’T GET IT UNDONE. I CALLED TO SHANE TO HELP AND LET HIM FIGHT WITH THE ZIPPER. I TOLD HIM TO PULL HARD ON IT AND HE OUTIDID MY BIGGEST HOPES. HE ALMOST FELL OVER, HE TUGGED SO HARD AND BAAM, HE HAD ME UNZIPPED AND WAS INCHES FROM MY NAKED BODY! I COULD FEEL SHANE’S BREATH ON MY TUMMY AS HE GOT A GOOD VIEW OF MOMMY’S GOODIES!
Me: OHHH WOW! WHAT HAPPENED THEN?
Donna: LOL — I APOLOGIZED AND SO DID HE AND AFTER TAKING A LONG LOOK AT MY PUSSY AND BOOBS, HE WAS OFF TO HIS ROOM LIKE A SHOT! WHEN I CLEANED UP LATER, I FOUND NOT ONE, BUT TWO FRESH LOADS OF CUM IN HIS LAUNDRY!
Me: MMMMM — SOMEONE’S HAVING NASTY THOUGHTS ABOUT HIS MOMMY!
Donna: I BET SHANE’S NOT THE ONLY ONE. AND I BET THERE IS MORE THAN ONE MOTHER HAVING SEXY IDEAS ABOUT HER SON!
Me: LIKE YOU WOULDN’T BELIEVE! I WANT TO SEE WHAT’S MAKING THAT BIG BULGE IN HIS SHORTS SO BAD!
Donna: OH YESSSS, SAME HERE! THIS HAS ME SO HORNY, IT’S A WONDER I JUST DON’T GO GRAB HIM AND DRAG HIM TO BED AND HAVE HIM FUCK ME BLIND!
At her written expression of our mutual fantasies, I had to pause for a moment as I felt myself plunge into orgasm, managing to type a little “brb” before turning into a quivering mass of aroused motherhood. I had four fingers plunged deep in my pussy as I envisioned my son driving his cock deep into me and giving him my seed as I screamed out in pleasure. When I recovered, I sucked on my own juices while typing.
Me: SORRY. I HAD TO CUM AFTER YOU SAID THAT! THIS WAS SOOO HOT AND NASTY!
Donna: OHHH, ME TOO, CARMEN! I JUST KNEW THAT WAS WHAT YOU WERE DOING! I BROUGHT MY DILDO WITH ME TONIGHT AND RIGHT NOW, IT’S BURIED IN MY SNATCH!
Me: OMG!!!! I LOVE IT WHEN YOU GET SEXY LIKE THAT! DONNA, CAN I ASK YOU AN AWFUL QUESTION?
Donna: YOU KNOW YOU CAN!
Me: IF THE CHANCE EVER CAME, WOULD YOU FUCK YOUR SON?”
There was a long pause and I held my breath as I waited for an answer from my friend. Part of me couldn’t believe I asked the question and part of me wondered if I asked it hoping that someone else really shared the same sudden fantasies that I found myself obsessed with.
Donna: I DON’T KNOW. YOU JUST ASKING ME THAT QUESTION MAKES MY PUSSY THROB! HOW ABOUT YOU, CARMEN — WOULD YOU FUCK JOHN?
Me: I DON’T KNOW EITHER. I DON’T THINK I CAN EVER LOOK AT HIM AGAIN THE SAME WAY. I KNOW HE’S HAD SEXUAL THOUGHTS ABOUT ME FOR YEARS, BUT NOW — NOW I’VE RESPONDED WITH MY OWN SEXUAL DESIRES.
Donna: DO YOU THINK THIS MAKES US BAD MOTHERS, CARMEN?”
Me: NO, DAMMIT — I KNOW YOU AND I ARE GOOD MOTHERS. WE BOTH HAVE RAISED TWO FINE MEN! WE ARE JUST TWO WOMEN WITH NEEDS OF OUR OWN AND WITH TWO YOUNG HUNKS JUST A FEW FEET AWAY, WE’D BE NUTS NOT TO HAVE THESE FEELINGS AND DESIRES!
Donna: WHAT DO WE DO NOW?
Me: LOL! I DON’T KNOW. I GUESS WE FANTASIZE AND MASTURBATE A LOT AND KEEP EACH OTHER SANE!
Donna: LOL! WELL, DO YOU THINK IT’S OKAY IF WE KEEP TEASING OUR BOYS? THIS HAS DONE MORE FOR MY LIBIDO THAN MY LAST THREE BOYFRIENDS!
Me: THIS MAY BE AWFUL OF ME, BUT I DON’T THINK I’M GONNA STOP RIGHT NOW. THIS WAS A LOT OF FUN AND I DON’T THINK I’VE EVER CUM AS HARD AS I HAVE THIS LAST COUPLE OF DAYS.
Donna: MMMMMM! THESE BOYS OF OURS HAVE NO CLUE HOW LUCKY THEY ARE TO HAVE TWO SUCH SLUTTY MOMS! LOL!
And so it began. We talked way into the night, discussing our new fantasy outlets and whether it was right or wrong, but neither of us willing (or maybe able) to give up our new found game of teasing our sons. We tossed naughty ideas around and agreed to steal each other’s plans and to report back our deeds whenever possible.
For a long time I would wonder what my son was making of his mother suddenly being much more careless in her dress and appearance around the house as I was constantly coming up with ways to expose myself to him.
I found myself in an almost constant state of arousal as just being in the same room with my son made me wet. I came to feel as if there was a constant cloud of sexual pheromones surrounded me — I would swear I could constantly smell my wet cunt, it was so strong and intense. John too, seemed to be in a constant state of erection and spent a lot of time in his bedroom and judging from the cum I found in towels, his shorts and even my panties, he was jacking off two or three times a day at least.
I took delight in coming up with new ways to tease my son. I took a day off from work and drove into Indianapolis and splurged on some new lingerie. Some evenings I would wear short baby dolls that my tits almost fell out of and some evenings you would find me wearing diaphanous gowns that while they covered me, they barely concealed any part of my body. Other times I resorted to the tried and true blouse and thong (I spent a small fortune on thongs, my cotton panties consigned to the back of my underwear drawer).
Once, feeling especially daring, I finished my shower and peeked out the bathroom door to confirm his bedroom door was open and called out, “Honey! We’re out of clean towels. I’m going to run to my room, so don’t peek!” I knew full well that he would and as I paraded by his room in my birthday suit, I glanced in and sure enough, he was sitting on the edge of his bed, staring out the door intently.
I stopped, grinned and shook my finger at him, teasingly chiding him. “Shame on you, young man!” I gave him a long look at my fully naked body, wondering what he thought of his mom’s big tits and trimmed pussy, before I fled to my bedroom.
Donna reported much of the same fun and games. She had the distinct advantage of the beautiful California weather and was able to tease Shane with a number of scandalous and skimpy bikinis that were “at least a size or two too small for me, Carmen. I am practically falling out of them every time I move!” as she worked on her suntan.
We became so curious as to what each other really looked like that we sent our sons off to the nearest electronic stores to buy and hook up web cameras. I was anxious to the point of insanity the first time I logged in knowing I was going to see Donna in the flesh.
It took us a few minutes to work out the kinks, but then there she was. She was beautiful and not at all what I expected. I had an image of a typical California beach bunny in my head, but found instead a lovely woman my age. Donna had short, brown hair in a pixie cut and a slender body. In the sleeveless blouse she was wearing, I judged her breasts to be the size of grapefruits and her nipples round like quarters (she was obviously not wearing a bra!), and I envied the way they seemed to be a whole lot perkier than mine. She had big brown eyes and an elfin look about her.
Donna smiled at me and I felt a little sliver of heat travel through me.
Donna: OMG CARMEN! YOU ARE LOVELY!
Me: YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL TOO!
Donna: I WAS SO WORRIED THAT THE CAMERA MIGHT COME ON AND THERE WOULD BE A 55 YEAR OLD GUY IN A DIRTY T-SHIRT AND SHORTS!
Me: LOL! I USED TO WONDER THAT TOO, BUT I JUST KNEW YOU WERE WHO YOU WERE, I JUST DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE SO GORGEOUS!
I blew her a kiss and she responded in kind.
Donna: LOOK WHO’S TALKING. I DON’T KNOW HOW JOHN CAN KEEP HIS HANDS OFF YOU AND THOSE BIG BOOBS!
Impulsively, I lifted up the T-shirt I was wearing and flashed Donna. She laughed and responded by flashing her lovely pert tits at me and then blew me a kiss which I returned.
Donna: GOOD GOD, LOOK HOW WE’RE ACTING! YOU’D THINK WE’RE A COUPLE OF LOVE STRUCK GIRLS INSTEAD OF TWO NAUGHTY MOMS!
Me: CAN’T WE BE BOTH? LOL!
That comment led us down a new path about any woman to woman experiences we might have had. I admitted I had never made love to a woman, but had fantasized about it from time to time (and yes, I admitted that I had fingered myself while imagining Donna as the quintessential California beach bunny).
Donna owned up to a few trysts in college with two sorority sisters, but nothing since then. I could see her blushing as she too admitted masturbating a few times about an imaginary version of me.
We proceeded to update each other on our latest teasing of our sons. Donna recounted a night of constant peeking by Shane when she “forgot” to close her bedroom door and slept in the nude with the covers kicked off.
Donna: THAT HORN DOG CAME AND PEEKED AT ME FIVE TIMES BETWEEN MIDNIGHT AND TWO IN THE MORNING! I WOULD FINGER MYSELF IN BETWEEN VISITS AND PRETEND TO BE ASLEEP WHEN I’D HEAR HIS DOOR OPEN.
Donna leaned into the camera, her face filling the screen.
Donna: CARMEN, THE LAST TIME, I GOT TO WATCH HIM JACK OFF. SHANE’S COCK IS HUGE! HE STROKED OFF FOR FIFTEEN MINUTES AND WHEN HE CAME, IT WAS ALL I COULD DO NOT TO JUMP OUT OF BED AND GO LICK HIS SPUNK OFF HIS FINGERS!
Me: OH MY GOD! THAT IS SOOO HOT, DONNA! WHAT HAPPENED NEXT?
Donna: SIGHHHH. WE WERE BOTH EXHAUSTED, SO I MASTURBATED AFTER HE WENT TO HIS ROOM AND THEN PULLED THE COVERS UP AND WENT TO SLEEP.
I groaned and instinctively leaned back in my chair and let my hand trail down to the waistband of my panties. Donna grinned and licked her lips. I jerked my hand out as I realized what I was about to do!
Donna: DON’T STOP ON ACCOUNT OF ME, SUGAR! WE BOTH KNEW WE BOTH FRIG OURSELVES WHEN WE TALK ABOUT THE SEXY STUFF. I DON’T MIND YOU FINGERING YOURSELF IF YOU DON’T MIND ME DOING THE SAME!
She moved back and I saw a long, shapely leg appear on the computer table she was sitting at. Her crotch was now visible and I could see she was wearing lacy white panties. Donna grinned and unashamedly slipped her hand inside her panties.