Another Lockdown - Sex Stories

Another Lockdown

... encouraging him? Sending him secret messages? Messages to say that I wanted him to have sex with me? Did he? Oh my God.

There was another ding and another message came in. 'Would you like some inspiration mum?'

Oh my God. I didn't know what to do.

Ding.

I looked, it was a live stream. I pressed accept.

Jack must have propped his phone somewhere between his knees. The view was up toward his crotch, His penis standing up hard and erect, his testicles below, resting on the bed cover, wrinkled and crinkly, his grinning face just appearing before it disappeared as he lay down. His hand appeared and wrapped itself around his penis and he started moving. I could not stop watching. I knew I should. I knew I should just turn it off and delete it, I knew I should shout to him to stop. I didn't do any of that. I watched.

"I think of you mum" I heard him say, "I imagine that you are doing this" and his hand started to move faster, the head of his penis disappearing into his fist and then reappearing, faster and faster. "Mum, yes mum, that's it, squeeze it mum, yes, hold my balls mum, yes, you're the best mum, I love to look at your fanny, it is so juicy and I want to fuck you mum, oh good yes mum, faster, harder."

I think I stopped breathing, shocked at what I was watching and even more shocked at his words. He wanted to have sex with me? He was young, he could have young pretty girls not his old mum, twice his age, a mum who hadn't even thought about sex for years ...

... until this past few days.

"Oh God mum I can feel it, I am about to cum, I want to come in your fanny, fill you up, my spunk squirting out, dripping down to your arse, I want to fuck your arse, oh God mum." At that point he spurted. Oh there was such a lot. Bill just to spurt a lot, I had thought, but this was something else.

I could not stop watching as it arched out his penis, shooting high and some landing back down on his thigh, dripping and almost oozing. I heard Jack gasping, his orgasm obviously had been intense. "Mum?"

"I left you a sock for that." I said and ended the call. I didn't know how I was supposed to react. I knew I should have stopped him. But I didn't. I knew I should have been outraged at his behaviour, but I wasn't. I just sat there, my robe over my shoulders, my vagina exposed and twitching. I squeezed my thighs together and felt a little electric rush. Oh my God. I was turned on by my son.

The door opened and Jack came in. He was naked, his penis still partially erect. "Mum?"

"That was wrong Jack" I managed, my voice more croaky than I would have liked. "You should save that kind of behaviour for your girlfriends."

"Well I don't have one do I? And I can't get one because of this fucking lockdown."

"That doesn't mean you can behave like that to your mother. I am twice your age, saggy and I haven't seen or thought of things like that since your father passed and nor have I wanted to. That was wrong Jack."

"You watched me."

"I was ...