Playing with my son

The beginning of this story probably should be counted from the moment when I accidentally overheard a conversation between two women in a queue.

"Can you imagine!" one was telling with fervor. "We bought him a computer, supposedly for studying, for general development! We paid a ton of money!"

"Yeah, mine said the same thing," the other replied. "But he plays games day and night himself."

"No, listen! Anyway, we bought it, he fiddles with it, we got him internet, everything's fine... Then my brother came to visit, he understands these computers, so I asked him—take a look at ours, did Ilyukha break anything?" Ilyukha himself wasn't home at the time.

"Well? Did he break it?"

"Worse! Kolka, well, my brother, he just sat down—and immediately calls us over. We come up, and he shows us this! In a word, pornography! Ugh! And such... My husband still teases me, when we go to bed—says, I've lived with you my whole life, and now it turns out you don't know how to do anything. Come on, he says, let me at least teach you how to give a blowjob in your old age."

"Well, and what did you do?"

"As if! What nonsense he thought up, to stick his dick in my mouth! Let him stick it in his own!"

"No, I didn't mean that," the second woman corrected herself. "What did you do with Ilyukha?"

"What can you do? Well, his father spanked him and took the computer away. Now we're thinking what to do next..."

The fate of the unknown Ilyukha didn't interest me, but at home my own such brat was growing up and he had a computer too. Ilyukha, of course, judging by the continuing conversation, was still quite young and stupid for now, mine is already eighteen, if he has anything on his computer, it's well hidden. And I, unfortunately, am far from a specialist in this. My maximum is Word and Excel, only because work requires it.

Well, I can also launch a movie and the internet. My Danilka understands much more, I can't compete with him. And I have neither a brother who understands this, nor a husband. But still, I'm curious to find out what Dan'ka is hiding on the computer. It can't be that he has no secrets at all! Especially since before, as soon as he sat down at the computer, you'd immediately hear shooting, cars roaring... but now sometimes you look in on him—and he's just staring at the monitor in silence.

While I was getting home, the decision to rummage through Dan'ka's computer solidified, turning into an obsessive idea. Danila, opening the door for me, immediately retreated back to his room and didn't think to take the heavy bags from his mother. I had to drag them to the kitchen myself, after taking off my boots and jacket.

After putting away the groceries in the fridge and changing clothes, I picked up the phone receiver and thought. There was only one acquaintance who was a computer guy—a boy from work. Involving him in such an intimate matter as inspecting a home computer for pornography would be the height of stupidity. Who knows where and what he might blab about later. I needed someone from outside, but with recommendations. The only option left was to ask friends for help in finding such a person. I dialed Yanka, probably my closest friend. Muddling through an explanation that the computer had suddenly started acting up for some reason, I asked if she knew anyone who understood such things.

"And what about Dan'ka, can't he handle it himself?" she reasonably wondered.

"I doubt he can handle this... If he could—he would have fixed it long ago."

"Well, okay, I have such a specialist," Yanka remembered. "He's my second cousin. He's almost twenty-six, and he still plays around with computers. Want me to ask him?"

"Ask him!"

"And when do you need him?"

"The sooner, the better! Even tomorrow morning." I figured that in the morning Dan'ka would be at school, and I had the second shift.

"I'll call him now and ask. Then I'll call you back."

She negotiated for a long time, but after half an hour she deigned to inform me that the young man agreed to help me and I should expect him tomorrow between nine and ten.

In the morning, after seeing Danilka off, I tidied myself up a bit, put on a little makeup, combed my hair, threw a nice robe over my nightgown, and sat down to wait. The guy showed up fairly quickly, turning out to be a thin, tall bespectacled guy with a beard and red eyes. Introducing himself as Sasha, he went into the room and, like a proper doctor, looking at me over his glasses, asked:

"What seems to be the problem?"

"You see, Sasha... I have a suspicion that my son is hiding something from me. Can you look for what he's hiding on the computer?"

"Of course!" he smiled broadly and turned to the keyboard.

The search lasted about twenty minutes. What he was doing, I never understood, but in the end he showed me some open folder on the monitor.

"Here," he said. "Only this. He's probably still young, all he could do was hide it deeper. It's okay, he'll grow up, learn about encryption and all the rest."

"And what is this?" I stared at the long list of files.

"Pornography," he answered shortly. "Here, look for yourself!"

He clicked the mouse and a girl appeared on the screen in close-up, enthusiastically sucking a cock of terrifying size.

"Have a seat!" Sasha stood up, giving me his place.

"No, thank you!" I wasn't going to examine this in front of him. Maybe later, when he leaves... especially since he had written down in detail for me on a piece of paper how to find this folder on my own.

"Then I'll be going."

"Sasha!" I stopped him. "How much do I owe you?"

"Oh, come on, it's nothing..."

"No, no," I insisted, handing him a hundred rubles. "Work should be paid. You came, spent time..."

"I don't take money for such nonsense on principle!" he refused.

Then he looked me over and added:

"But if you really want to thank me, I know how you can do it."

"How?"

"Like this," he nodded at the monitor.

I turned my head following his gaze. The girl was still diligently sucking. Then I looked at him again. The guy was grinning from ear to ear. Ah-ha, so that's his kind of joke! So that I'd back off immediately! Well, well, let's see who out-jokes whom. I smiled back:

"So that's how... And you don't think I might agree?" anticipating how he'd have to wriggle out now.

The smile indeed slid off his face instantly, but then reappeared.

"What, you really could? So what are we standing for?"

We looked at each other. I was trying to understand if he was joking or not. His mouth was twisted in a smile. Down below I heard the sound of pants being unzipped and glanced down. The guy had unzipped his jeans and was demonstratively fiddling with the zipper pull. Strangely enough, this calmed me down. Nothing fell out of his pants, no one grabbed me. The guy just stood there waiting for my reaction. Oh, you think I'm scared of this? And I'll give up quickly now? I wearily sank onto the edge of the chair:

"And what next? You're just going to keep scaring me?"

Then something incredible happened. Well, incredible from my point of view. With a light, inconspicuous movement, he pulled back the edge of the unzipped fly and a rather thick cock fell out from there, ending up right in front of my face. Of course, I didn't expect anything like that. My thoughts stalled and my jaw probably dropped from surprise. Otherwise, I can't explain why, from the light pressure of his hand on the back of my head, the head so easily ended up in my mouth. The jokes were over.

When I finally came to my senses, his cock was methodically moving between my lips. The guy stood close, wedged between my legs. Because of this, both the robe and the nightgown rode up, exposing most of my thighs. For some reason, I first pulled down the robe's hem, covering my legs. No, what a brazen guy! I fumed to myself, resisting too deep a penetration into my mouth. If only I had known he was capable of such a thing! And I'm a fool too, wanted to joke... Damn, why is he shoving it so deep!

Sashka got into the swing of things and persistently pulled my head towards him, striving to shove his cock all the way into my mouth. I had to take everything into my own hands. Literally. I grabbed the cock at the base and jerked it, working the head with my tongue. Sashka liked this, the cock stopped trying to go down my throat, and soon it twitched and filled my mouth with viscous, salty fluid. I wasn't going to swallow this. Jumping up with a full mouth, I rushed to the bathroom, catching the seeping drops in my palm. While I was spitting and rinsing my mouth, the door slammed in the hallway. Apparently, the guy, not wanting to explain himself, thought it better to run away.

Despite the fact that what happened occurred without my direct consent, the long-forgotten sensation in my mouth and hands of a warm, hard male member aroused me. The itch in my crotch intensified, becoming more unbearable with each minute. Tired of fighting myself, I did what women like me, who are alone, have to do from time to time. I locked the front door from the inside so Dan'ka couldn't open it with his key and rushed to the bedroom, shedding clothes along the way. Falling onto the bed, I spread my bent knees wide, licked my finger, and reached it towards my aching clitoris, recalling the recent sensation of a male cock in my mouth. My body arched towards my hand, my consciousness clouded, and I surrendered to the surging sensations.

I came to my senses not soon. It was wet between my legs, moisture covered my thighs, hands, and part of my stomach. I looked at the clock, cursed, and quickly jumped out of bed. Long past time for work! I washed up hastily, got dressed, and ran out onto the street, still hoping to make it on time.

I got home, as usual with the second shift, around one at night. Dan'ka, of course, was long asleep. I quietly had dinner, trying not to wake my son, took a shower, and stretched out on the bed. The day had been hard, I wanted to sleep. In my dream, I saw Sashka silently approaching me with his cock at the ready. The cock was a meter long and as thick as an arm. I couldn't run away, my legs wouldn't obey. Sashka's pole was aimed between my legs, and I thought with horror that now he would tear everything there and it would hurt a lot. As soon as the head, the size of a three-liter jar, touched me, I screamed and woke up. It turned out it was already morning outside, Danila was at school, and it seemed time for me to get up.

Wondering what such dreams meant, I washed up and had breakfast. Some piece of paper ended up in my robe pocket. At first I didn't understand anything, looking at the strange letters, then I remembered—this is what Sashka wrote for me yesterday, how to find what Dan'ka had hidden. Sitting down at the computer, I didn't succeed on the first try, but I finally got to the right place and started browsing. I fast-forwarded through the videos quickly, there was nothing noteworthy there, just regular porn. The photos didn't reveal anything interesting either, although looking at some of them I wouldn't have minded being in the place of those girls. A folder named "m" stood apart. Inside, only two photos. Ugh, what awful quality! I thought, barely glancing. And why is Dan'ka keeping them? However, something caught my attention and I looked more closely. Well, holy shit! I'll kill the bastard! That was my first thought when I realized it was me in the picture.

Dan'ka managed to snap me with his phone while I was changing. Apparently, he opened the door a crack and stuck his hand in. I was standing with my back turned, in just panties. In the other one, also from the back in the same state, bending over and taking off tights from one leg. The image was blurry, probably his hand shook. At first, getting angry, I wanted to simply delete the photos, but I abandoned that idea in time. Then he'd guess that I'd seen them. I wonder, why does he need them? Could he really be jerking off to them? Not to mention that I'm his mother, you can't even see anything there! Well, except for the outline of the figure and the white spot of the panties. If it weren't for the interior, I'd never have guessed it was me. Although, my figure is actually not bad, despite my age.

I took off my robe and went to the full-length mirror in the hallway. Well, yes, everything's in place. My tits, of course, have sagged a bit, but in clothes it's not noticeable yet. My hips are a bit wide at the top, but that's a matter of taste, someone probably likes exactly that. But my legs are unquestionably slender. Time to trim the pubic hair—I noted to myself. I don't like excessive hair there. I don't like shaving either—it gets prickly and itchy afterwards. But trimming it short is just right. Having nothing better to do, I immediately carried out my plan, giving my crotch a neat, well-groomed look. Then I got dressed, turned off the computer, and went to the kitchen—lunch wasn't canceled, was it?

In the evening, or rather at night, lying in bed, I thought about what to do about Dan'ka. I knew that at his age everyone jerks off and I wasn't worried about that. I also suspected that many jerk off to their mother, as the most accessible woman to look at. Attempts to photograph me half-naked are quite natural, that follows from the previous point. But it's irritating. What if next time he does better? Both in terms of quality, and me in a more indecent pose? And what if it falls into the wrong hands? Maybe I should have deleted the photos after all? Tormenting myself, I still didn't decide and fell asleep.

"Dan'ka!" I called from the doorway. "Take the bags from your mother!"

Displeased at being distracted, he took them and dragged them to the kitchen. I took off my jacket and started on my boots. Damn it! The zipper on the left one got stuck, having gone a third of the way. Angrily tugging at it, I achieved nothing.

"Dan'! Bring a chair!" I asked, sensing that the struggle with the zipper would be long.

Dan'ka brought a stool. I sat down, awkwardly bent over, and began clumsily pulling the zipper pull in different directions.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?"

"It won't unzip," I showed him.

"It's uncomfortable for you! Mom, let me help..."

Dan'ka squatted down next to me and put my leg on his knee. Tugging at the zipper pull, he, sniffling, bent down to it, almost sticking his nose in, and began examining it from all sides. I felt uncomfortable. One leg was on the floor, the other my son held up and to the side. Nothing prevented Dan'ka from freely looking into the space between them, which he happily did, judging by his eyelid movements, about every three seconds.

While changing, I was angry at him