Oopsie Selfie: We Need to Talk

I heard his car pull in the driveway and my stomach knotted up even tighter than it already was. I’d been a mess all day from the moment I realized I’d texted a naked selfie to my son by accident. And, as if that wasn’t bad enough, his reaction had me even more on edge. I had no idea how to deal with this.

He walked in and the first thing I saw was the shit-eating grin on his face. My cocky son knew he had the upper hand. He was usually the one who was in trouble for doing something he shouldn’t have been doing, but this time it was me. How could I have been so stupid? I’ll never take another naked picture of myself ever again!

“Hey, Mom,” he greeted me, the leering tone in his voice let me know he wasn’t going to let me off easy. Oh, well, nothing to do but own up to it and take what I had coming.

“We need to talk,” I said as firmly as I could manage, hoping he couldn’t hear my nervousness.

“We sure do,” he responded a little too confidently for my comfort. I cringed inwardly when he boldly looked me up and down, knowing that he could accurately picture what I looked like naked. I’d endured this from other men, but it was strange receiving this kind of lascivious appraisal from my own son. Strange…and something else…

“Did you delete that picture like I asked?”

He smiled mockingly before lying to me. “Yeah, sure I did.” He brushed past me and I followed him to the kitchen.

“Give me your phone, I want to make sure.”

“It wouldn’t matter anyway,” he said as he opened the refrigerator and stared into it. “I could have copied it a thousand times by now. Put it on a cloud drive, sent it to my email, sent it to someone else.”

My heart dropped. “Who? Who would you have sent it to?” There was no disguising the panic in my voice.

“I know a couple of my friends would give anything to see that picture of you.” He pulled out the pitcher of iced tea and let the door close. “Plus, Mr. Walsh next door has the hots for you. He’d probably pay me big time to get his hands on that picture.”

I did all I could to hold back. “Why are you torturing me like this?”

He got down a glass from the cupboard. “Oh, c’mon, you know I’m only teasing.” He shot me a cheeky wink as he poured. “Your dirty little secret is safe with me, Mom.” He gave me another one of his knowing smiles, then his eyes dropped to my chest and it slowly faded away as he stared longingly. I was wearing a heavy sweater, but I still felt completely exposed under his gaze.

“Just because you saw me like that doesn’t mean it gives you the right to treat me this way. I’m still your mother.”

“You sure are,” he said slowly, implying what exactly I couldn’t figure out in the moment. “I’m sorry, Mom, but I can’t stop thinking about seeing you like that. It changed the way I think about you.”

“Oh, God.” I covered my face with my hands and sat down on one of the two stools at our breakfast counter. “That was the stupidest thing I ever could have done. Please don’t make me regret it more than I already do.”

“Aw, it’s not so bad,” he assured me and patted me on the shoulder. “I mean, at least you looked super hot in that picture. Most moms would have been gross to see that way.” He sat on the stool next to me. “I got totally hard the second I saw it.”

“That’s what I mean. It’s not okay to talk to me like that,” I protested weakly, knowing I was helpless at that point. I wasn’t ever going to regain the moral high ground with my son.

“I get it, Mom, you have to be like this.” Another reassuring pat, this time on my knee. A oddly pleasant tingle ran through me at his touch. “But, really, nobody sends a pic like that to someone by accident.”

“You think I sent that to you on purpose? What kind of sicko do you think I am?”

He shrugged. “It’s no big deal. Moms do that type of thing all the time. There’s stuff like that all over the internet. It’s like how you ‘accidentally’ walked in on my jerking off a couple months back.”

“It was an accident,” I insisted, maybe a little too strongly. “I didn’t know you were even home.”

“Sure. Sure. But maybe that got you thinking, and you’ve been single for a long while, and I can’t remember the last time you went out on a date…”

“No, it’s not like that at all. You’ve got it all wrong…”

“Okay. So, did you delete the pic I sent you?”

I realized I hadn’t, but I wasn’t about to admit it. Nor was I going to admit that I’d looked at his dick pic a couple of times since he’d sent it. Each time I was intending to delete it, but for some reason I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I don’t even understand why.

My son nodded after I’d paused too long in responding. He tapped his temple. “It’s all subconscious. You didn’t mean to walk in on me whacking off, but you did. You didn’t mean to send me a picture of your gorgeous pussy, but you did. You didn’t want to look at my dick, but you did. Don’t you see, Mom, this is what you really want.” With that, he grabbed the sizeable bulge that had appeared in the crotch of his pants.

I tried to deny everything he was saying, but I simply couldn’t do it convincingly enough. Was it really possible? Could he be right? Was I so pathetic and desperate that I was lusting after my own son? Was I truly that kind of sicko? I had to answer him. Was that what I really wanted? No! Of course not. Not in a million years. I had to tell him that in no uncertain terms. I cleared my throat and told him.

“Take it out.” My stomach unknotted. A sudden calm came over me. I should have been freaking out after what I’d just said. But the world was suddenly still and quiet. For the first time in a long while everything made sense to me.

“Wh…what?” my son stammered as he slipped down off of his high horse.

“Take your dick out,” I said softly. “I want to see it. Show your mother that big, hard cock of yours.”

“Uh…seriously…?” he questioned, still gripping his bulge.

I pulled my bulky sweater up and over my head, shaking out my long hair once it was off. I had on one of my fancy, lace bras – one of my “date” bras. I hadn’t thought about why I’d changed out of my boring normal bra that afternoon and put this one on in anticipation of our talk, but now it was obvious to me. He was right, this had been in my subconscious the whole time. And it would have stayed there if he hadn’t pushed me the way he did. It was my turn to push back.

“Aren’t you the one who likes playing ‘you show me yours, and I’ll show you mine’? You have the balls to come in here acting like you are, so how about proving to me just how big those balls of yours really are.”

From the look on his sweet face I could see I’d regained the upper hand. He was my little boy again, shy and scared, afraid to disobey Mommy, but not sure what to do.

“You want to play games with me? Then let’s play.” I grabbed my phone and swiped the camera button. “Now. Take…out…your…cock…”

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5 thoughts on “Oopsie Selfie: We Need to Talk

  1. Love where this is going, Rachael. It’s strikingly similar to a story I’m writing right now. I’ve already published the first chapter. It’s called “Be Careful What You Wish For”. It’s about a teen girl with an overactive libido and imagination who has spent the last 2 years listening to her neighbor making his girlfriends scream and moan. Until she decides to go full Lolita on him. He tells her to stop. She keeps on. Finally he tells her, “You heard me. Right here, right now. Put up or shut up.” I was hoping to call her bluff and continued, “If you’re old enough to ask me to fuck your brains out — which is what I do to my girlfriends — to take them rough and hard, fuck them against the wall, on the coffee table in front of you, bent over that arm of the couch while I ram my thick, hard cock into their bodies relentlessly until they can’t take it any more and are bruised from the inside out, gushing from my cum deep within them. Or even thrusting deep inside their asses until they’re cumming so hard they pass out and I just have to finish off buried so deep in their gut they can’t walk straight for two days. That’s what I do to my girl friends so if that’s what you want, you won’t have a care in the world about pulling those little panties off and fingering your little pussy to a frothy, dripping orgasm and showing me what you do in bed while you listen.”
    Keep up the great work! BTW… “Daughter’s Dildo” blew me away :)
    Locksby Rivers

  2. @Locksby River: No fair! Don’t tease us like that and leave everyone hanging. You’ll have to promise to share the link to your story when it’s finished!

  3. Rachael, I emailed you the first chapter. Feel free to post or just read. Subsequent chapters still in progress. Glad you were tempted ;) Heading out to sea for a few weeks so I’ll be “off grid” and hopefully finishing up the next couple of chapters. It’s really surprised me how this story is taking shape. Hope you enjoy :)

  4. Oh my! How this makes me wish I was young enough to have had a digital camera around my room.
    Love it!

    BB68

  5. Hey, just glad to see your layout has improved and moved out of the 1990’s. Well done, Rachael!

    Brad

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