Confusion swelled in Felicia Davis as she stared at her son's laptop screen, watching a clip of herself getting drilled doggy-style by a white cock, her moans filtering loudly through the computer's tinny speakers. The video was one of many in a folder labeled "Juniper Heart," her performer name, the majority of the clips being cam sessions ripped from her personal website. When the scene ended, the screen went dark, and Felicia caught her reflected wide-eyed expression. She blinked a few times, then set the laptop on the couch cushion beside her.
"Jesus," Felicia said. Her son was a teenager, after all, brimming with raging hormones, so discovering porn on his laptop wasn't a complete surprise, but this was...different. She fancied herself a rebel, a sexual liberal, but this had crossed a boundary she had no idea existed until now. She slumped against the couch, feeling like she'd failed herself and her son. She'd made a career out of being the 'Queen of Kink,' and now karma was serving just desserts.
Felicia fished her cell phone from her cleavage in a swift motion, unlocked the screen, then scrolled her contacts until she landed on the name 'Jarrod'. Her son was at University, attending his morning classes, but there hadn't been a shred of care left in her. Education could and would wait. Then, before her thumb could hit the 'call' button, a notification chime rang through the laptop speakers, and a chat window popped up on the screen. Felicia sighed. She laid her phone on the cushion and grabbed the laptop again, setting it on her lap.
Jarrod had gotten a message from a person called 'Viv2813'. It had to be Vivian, her neighbor two houses down. Felicia felt her brows knit together, heat writhing in her chest. "How's my favorite son?" Vivian had wrote, with a smiley face at the end. Felicia thought the worst as she stared at the screen, resisting the urge type an angry, grammatically incoherent response.
Jarrod's username popped up in the chat window with a response. He must have been signed in on his smart phone. He said "horny as usual, mommy. is dad going to be out tonight? I can't wait to fuck mommy's tight pussy again."
"He'll be gone all day, honey," Vivian said. "You'll have all day to fill mommy's hungry pussy."
Another smiley face.
"Are you kidding me?!" Felicia said into her empty living room. "He's seventeen for chrissake, Vivian!" Her hands started shaking, and her heart pounded against her rib cage. Not only had she failed her son, she'd somehow allowed him to fall prey to a woman she called friend. "What is this 'mommy' shit? What the hell is—"
Jarrod's next message was an attachment, a picture. It was...his cock, big and dark and so rigid that it curved a bit to the left. It looked as though he'd shot the photo in a bathroom stall. Impressive wasn't the word.
"look at what you do to me, mommy," Jarrod said.
"my my look at my baby's cock!" Vivian replied. "Mommy can't wait to feel that cock in her tight pussy."
Jarrod sent another attachment, a video this time. Ten seconds of his hand stroking his enormous black cock, precum forming at its bulbous head.
Felicia slammed the laptop shut, then shoved it onto the ground at her feet. Her body responded against her will, against her righteousness, undermining the torrent of anger in her stomach. She just sat there, panties clinging wetly against her pussy, lost in her thoughts. She understood what was happening. The incest fantasy wasn't new. She'd even starred in films using the taboo as a backdrop. And...she had loved it. She'd gotten off getting fucked by her on-screen family, and had engaged in the fantasy many times after that off camera. And she'd fucked her fair share of questionably aged young men and women, the taboo riding her into vicious orgasms.
She shook her head, tears falling against her knees. She remembered the disdain and shame in her parents screaming words after they'd discovered that she had been dating a girl in high school, and the loneliness and anger she felt because of it. They didn't understand that kissing her girlfriend felt just as right as kissing the boy next door. They couldn't comprehend that Jack got her just as hot as Jill did. They couldn't fathom her nature.
An hour later Felicia was on her feet, grabbing Jarrod's laptop off the carpet. She moved to her bedroom, which was draped in red and black, soft white lights illuminating the corners of the room. She set the laptop on her bed, then walked to her closet, fetching a softbox light she'd put together herself, and set it up at the foot of her bed. Switching on the softbox, soft white light washed over her canopy bed draped in crimson fabrics. Finally, she set Jarrod's open laptop on the mattress, then fired up its webcam software.
Felicia stripped down to nothing, then climbed onto her bed, positioning herself before the laptop's webcam lens. A tap of the spacebar set the video to record.
"Umm...hi, son," she said into the camera. "I know this doesn't make any sense. As a matter of fact, I'm still not sure why I'm doing this. It's insane...it's...it's just crazy. But I want you to know that I love you, and that I understand you. I want you to know that you should never feel ashamed of who you are, and...um, I..." She looked off to the side a few moments before looking back at the lens. "This is for you, baby."
The Queen of Kink began performing her most taboo scene to date.
Felicia leaned back against her pillows, her eyes fixed on the screen that provided a live playback. Toes pointed, they skimmed the red comforter as she parted her chocolate thighs. Her hand groped at her left breast, tugging at her dark nipple, while the other hand glided its middle finger down her soft tummy, stopping to trace a intricate tattoo that circled her navel.
"Mommy saw your cock today," she said, biting her lip. "It...it got me so wet, seeing my son stroke his huge dick for a horny slut."
Her finger moved from her navel down to her pubic area. She'd left a strip of hair that stopped just above her clit. That finger surfed through follicles of soft hair before gliding along her slick folds. Index and middle finger parted her lips, showing off a pussy that was a stark pink contrasted with her skin. "I want to feel it," she said. "I want to feel it deep in my pussy. I want to feel you stretch me with that fat cock."
She slipped a finger inside. "Give it to me," she breathed. Then another finger. "Give it all to me." Then another. "Yes, that's it." She pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy, getting them slick with her juices, pleasure rising in her stomach then spilling out into her thighs.
She lifted her breast so that she could catch her nipple with her mouth. She sucked hungrily as she fingered her pussy, keeping her eyes fixed on the lens. She stroked herself harder and faster.
"Yes, just like that. Fuck mommy. Fuck her good. Stretch her pussy."
Felicia's mind was ensnared by the moment. Her pussy dripped as she masturbated for her son, approaching a good orgasm. But she held off, sliding her fingers out and slapping them against her clit. She gasped when she slipped her fingers back inside, the pleasure sending tremors down her left leg.
"Mommy... Ungh! Mommy is going to cum for you, baby! I'm coming! I'm coming!" She pressed her fingers against her g-spot, moving her fingers quickly. Her back arched, body reacting as if a mind of its own. Her hand never stopped. It was rubbing against her hole now, as warm juices squirted onto her comforter and her son's laptop.
Her chest heaved as she lie there, staring up at the ceiling, a wicked grin on her face. She sat up in a slow, fluid motion, then licked her fingers clean for the camera before stopping the webcam from recording.
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