Mother grooms her son through his fetish for her lingerie

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“Fuck no!” I blurted out. “She’d fucking kill me if she ever found out, probably kick me out of the house.”

I reached out to take the phone from her but she arched away out of reach and was desperately trying to forward one of the photos to her own smartphone.

My heart beat fast and I sprang towards her luckily managing to snatch back the phone from her an instant before she was able to send the message.

I was in a cold sweat by now.

Simone sensing I was vulnerable, threw her head back and hooted in amusement at my panic.

“Jeez, Jacko, chill, it’s just a bit of fun!” she said.

(Fun for her maybe. For Sue and me it was far to serous a matter to laughter at.)

Had she managed to send it I’m sure it would have gone viral, not just around the college but across social media!

Sue would have died of shame and it would have been the end of any possible relationship between us.

(Think about it! My 36 year old Mum sending her 18 year old son photos of her cunt!

Christ. It doesn’t bear thinking about!)

With my phone secure in my jeans pocket, we lay looking at each other as if a bomb had just gone off between us.

I was looking sheepish and embarrassed, Simone sat wide eyed but grinning in admiration.

My trouser friend had finally deserted me leaving my hard-on to shrink back to normal.

She spoke first, with a mixture of curiosity and glee.

“We all had you down as a virgin, Silverback,” she said, using my new nickname, “and I wanted to be the first to pop your cherry. Now here you are, a fuck boy screwing frustrated MILFs and even photographing them. I mean, deep respect Jacko.”

She lay studying me for a moment or two. She had been playing with the cum on my wet thigh and now held the palm to her lips, inhaled the smell and licked her hand clean.

“So you get off on all that stockings and suspender shit do you?” she asked.

I nodded and said, “And high heels, I love them,” answering truthfully, hoping this news might be a big turn off for her. As an afterthought I added,”Push-up bra’s and lip gloss too.”

Now she was thoughtful.

“You don’t wear them yourself do you, you’re not one of those sissies that really want to be girls?” Here eyes swept up and down my hairy muscular body then burst out laughing at the thought. I joined in at such a wild idea.

“And waxed pussies?” she asked quizzically, “You go for that too?”

I nodded.

“So my hairy armpits and cunt are a bit of a turn off for you?” She added.

“Sorry Simmi,” I said, “It’s me not you. I can’t help it. You’re a really beautiful woman. I must be sick in the head or something?”

“Fuck, but you’re a deep one Jacko, with a lingerie and shaved pussy fetish!” she said in wonderment. “And some of the girls thought you must be fucking gay!”

(Gay! What The Fuck!)

“From what I’ve seen you have a body hair and cum fetish Simmi, we both have our kinks,” I said, turning to see her smile and nod.

“I could cum just rubbing against your body!” she said dreamily, leaning across and kissing my lips.

I glanced at my watch hoping to distract her. Fat chance. She was pumped up with this!

“Christ look at the time Simmi, we gotta get a move on or we’ll be late for this afternoons lecture,” I said plugging in my seatbelt.

But Simone still had that wild look about her, a look that told me she had an appetite, and I was on the menu.

“So,” she said thoughtfully, giving me a quick sideways glance, “To get my hands on that hairy body of yours regularly Jacko, I’d have to turn myself into a fucking hairless hooker, right?”

I just shrugged my shoulders. “Sorry Simmi, you know I really do like you!”

Chapter 11

It didn’t take us long to wash ourselves in the van sink, throw on our clothes, load all the lights and kit into the back of her van.

Then we drove the couple of miles to where I lived. But as we drove Simone was still interested in the message and seemed reluctant to change the subject.

She kept firing of questions, wanted to know who the MILF was, where she lived, how did we meet, how old she was, how often I slept with her?

Eventually I pacified her by inventing a fictitious MILF who I had met online.

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