Getting into the Family Business - Sex Stories

Getting into the Family Business

... my father's place.

The next descent down the slippery slope of horniness came when she discovered me watching clips on TikTok. Mom chided me at first for spending wasted minutes scrolling through pointless clips. But sure enough, a day later, she had downloaded the app herself and was happily swiping away. It wasn't much longer before she made her first post.

"Alex, can you come here?" mom called from the living room. I came in from the kitchen to see her staring with a confused expression at her phone.

"What's up?"

"I'm trying to post this clip but can't figure out how to line it up with the music."

"Post? Mom, come on. Enjoying a mindless scroll is one thing, but to post is a whole other. You know what's on the internet lives forever right?"

"Thanks daddy," she said sarcastically. "Yes, I do know that. I'm the one who gave you the big internet talk when you were a young teen," she said with a chuckle as she swatted my arm. "It's fine. I don't really have a lot of people I worry about seeing what I post anyway, and it just seems like so much fun. Look at all these people doing this dance trend," she said, eagerly showing me a clip of a 20-something year old doing a choreographed dance to a ten-second song.

What she said was true, but also made me a bit sad. Mom grew up in a toxic family and left them all behind to move at a very young age to California where she met my dad. Sure she had built a happy new life, but at the same time she was kind of ...

... isolated too. No family, no old friends to connect with. She had some other mom-friends, but now that I am older I've noticed she doesn't really hang around them either. She seems content to spend her time working out or with my dad and I. If this would make her happy, who am I to judge? She was an adult and no dummy.

I sighed. "Alright young lady. As long as you know what you are getting into," I said, taking her phone and showing her some basics on how to make videos and post them.

"Thanks sweety," she said, lifting up a bit to give me a kiss on the cheek and then flopping down on the couch to fiddle with the video some more.

A few days later I had the thought to check her profile just to see how the video was doing. To my surprise, she had a few thousand followers and five videos up that were doing decent numbers. At least decent for what you would expect from a woman in her 30s who just got started.

'What the hell?' I said to myself as I clicked on her latest post. Again, nothing special, just her doing a dance trend. The comments is where I got a clue of what was going on. Her comment section seemed to be split into two groups. Girls who loved her athletic gear and spunky spirit, and guys who clearly just wanted to see her bounce around.

The guys had a point. In every video, my mom's athletic gear did little to hide her new tits, and there was no hiding that ass. In her most recent videos, she was even giving some instructions on yoga poses. Was she that clueless ...