Incest stories, Son finally gets his ultimate conquest… his hot innocent Mom, The afternoon matinee with Allison went really well, and after I returned to college, we texted daily, Skyped weekly and, although we weren’t officially dating, we were definitely intrigued and attracted to each other.
I love how cute she is… I love how smart she is… I love how we have so much in common.
Meanwhile, I couldn’t get the last thing Mrs. Raske had said on New Year’s Eve out of mind, “Trust me, your mother is not as innocent as she seems.”
My sister, Sandra, and Mrs. Raske were working together to add Mom to the lesbian society of submissives and Mrs. Raske and I visited on Skype once a week where she updated me on her progress and we enjoyed some play time.
It was mid-February when Mrs. Raske revealed, “Task accomplished.”
“No way,” I said, never believing that she would be able to get Mom, even though both Sandra and Mrs. Raske were confident it was a sure thing.
“Want pictures or video?” my MILF pet asked, with a wicked smile.
“Both,” I replied, calling her bluff.
“What a dirty boy,” she purred, as she unbuttoned her blouse.
“Says the dirty slut,” I countered.
“Get your slut off and I’ll send you pictures and video,” she offered, as she took off her blouse.
“No,” I firmly shook my head. “Send me the pictures and video now and then you may get rewarded.”
“Fine,” she sighed, obeying like the submissive slut she was.
“I don’t like that tone, slut,” I pointed out.
“Sorry, sir,” she immediately apologized, knowing that the last time she had annoyed me I hung up on her and made her complete a task (get her pathetic husband to come on her face and then go and get groceries before she could clean herself up… all while taking a few selfies) before letting her back in my good graces. “Please give your slut a couple of minutes.”
“Good girl,” I purred, knowing positive reinforcement was important to her.
I waited, believing she must have seduced my Mom, but still shocked and, of course, incredibly intrigued.
She said, after a couple of minutes, “Pictures are sent.”
I was just about to scold her for taking too long when I was alerted I had a text message. So I grabbed my phone, giddy with excitement, and clicked on the text.
“Oh my,” I said out loud to myself, not ready for what I was about to see.
There were five pictures:
– One of my Mom on her knees between a pair of black nylon clad legs
– One close up of Mom’s face buried in a pussy
– One of Mom standing naked except for pantyhose and panties, her nice tits staring at me
– One of Mom completely naked, legs spread and her fingers in her cunt
– And another close up of Mom’s face, this time as she obviously was climaxing
“The video is too big to send by phone,” she said, pulling me out of my staring.
“I expect it ASAP slut,” I demanded, wanting to see the corresponding video.
“I’ll have to hook up my phone, transfer it to my computer, and then send it as an e-mail,” she explained.
“Obviously,” I nodded, looking at her. “Hurry up, I have class in half an hour.”