I woke up at 7:30 AM sharp, having had the best night's sleep that I could remember. I caught a glimpse of my face in the mirror; these rosy cheeks really suited me, I thought.

As I jumped in the shower, I reflected on everything that had happened these past few months, and especially last night. Had I really masturbated alongside my own son? My flesh and blood? It felt almost like a dream, totally surreal. And yet, the sticky wet patch on my underwear, as I removed them, left no doubt. I brought them to my nose and lightly sniffed my juices, and I felt a tingle of excitement once again.

Strangely, there was no sense of guilt or shame, which I had previously felt when I rubbed myself to my son's "tributes" to me. This was different. Doing it alongside him felt freeing. The warm water hit my face. Omri would still be sleeping, no doubt. I wonder if his release felt as good as mine last night. My sweet boy, obsessed with his own mother.

I twirled various thoughts around in my head, but the one I kept returning to was that this whole thing was literally hurting no one. Omri was able to get his release, and I was able to get mine. All the while, he would never know that I knew it was him pretending to be someone else: "Daphcunt," I recalled the name. So silly. But it was perfect. There would be no awkwardness between us. Just two people helping each other out. Assuming it didn't escalate and get out of hand. But I wouldn't let it come to that. I was confident in my ability as a mother.

I got out of the shower, dried off, and got dressed. Nothing particularly sexy, just a striped shirt and high-waisted trousers. Rather boring, I thought, given all my recent outfits for Instagram. But then, while looking in the mirror, I had an idea.

"Let's see what Omri thinks of this," I thought as I undid the top two buttons of my shirt. Given the size of my breasts, even a single button undone meant ample cleavage. But with two, you could really lose some change in there. My pumpkin deserved a treat after his help last night, after all.

As I walked into the kitchen, Omri was already at the island, eating his cereal.

"Good morning, honey," I said. He nodded but didn't turn around, his mouth stuffed with milk and cornflakes. I circled around him, keeping my back to him as I brewed my coffee. Then, after psyching myself up, I turned around.

His eyes widened and were instantly on my chest. It must've only been for a few seconds, but it surely felt longer. I was surprised he didn't spit out his food, but my cutie was always great at keeping his composure. At least in front of others.

"Plans for today? It's your final week, right?" I inquired. He was going to be off school for 2 weeks after Friday.

"Y-yea, Mom. Nothing special, really. I'll actually be home early, so let me know what you want for dinner."

It pained me a little, hearing him ask something a mother should really be asking. He was such a good boy.

"Ermm, can't think of anything right now, but I'll let you know, baby," I replied.

"Do you have a special event or meeting today, Ma? You look different," he asked, with a sly smirk.

"Nope, just trying to get ahead of this heat." I tugged at my collar in an exaggerated manner. "It's just been so hot around here lately, sweetie."

He gulped before quickly finishing his bowl. I could see his cheeks starting to burn. Poor kid, he'd probably have a heart attack if I ever showed him the goods. I smiled, happy in the knowledge I could still have this effect on men. I turned around to grab my coffee. As I turned back again, Omri and I were suddenly face-to-face. My mind went blank, and my heart raced. He placed his hands on my back and pulled me into a hug, resting his smiling face on my clavicle.

"Have a great day, Mom," he said, as I felt something wet and slimy travel down my right breast. Then, just as quickly, he was at the door and waving goodbye.

"You too, sweetie, love you!" I exclaimed as he shut the door. Once I got ahold of my senses again, I looked down to inspect what I had felt. It was a strand of saliva. My son had just drooled on me. I felt degraded, but something in me tingled with excitement as I wondered what he was imagining doing to his poor mother. I managed to regain control, realizing I was getting late for work. Instead of washing or wiping it off, I instead simply buttoned up my shirt to hide it. Somehow, the thought of it remaining there, hidden from the world, and drying on my skin made me really wet.

As soon as I parked at work, I checked my phone for messages from my not-so-secret admirer. There were 2 new messages.

Omri: heyy. last nite was amazing, would love 2 do it again daphna..

I was grinning like a schoolgirl receiving a text from her crush.

O: ur at work right? wht r u wearing? send me a pic plzz

This was followed by several prayer emojis. Oh, you know exactly what I'm wearing, sweetheart, but I'd be happy to remind you. And so, I undid the top two buttons again and took a few high-angle selfies. I made sure to capture Omri's saliva in the shot; it was starting to dry, but I supplemented it with my own. I had to show him his handy work after all. I looked through the photos and selected the perfect one, with my eyes giving the camera a smoldering gaze, a subtle smile on my lips, and my deep cleavage on full display. The cherry on top was the glistening saliva on my right tit. I hit send.

O: HOLY SHIT! ur gonna give me a heart attack

Daphna: You like that one, huh?

O: ur gonna make me nut in my pants, u big titted milf!

With those words, I suddenly caught a glimpse of the Omri I had seen in his cum tribute videos. Aggressive and confident. A part of me liked the dominant tone in a perverse way, while the other part was simply proud of her little man starting to come out of his shell.

O: btw whats that on ur tit? is that spit?

Playing oblivious, are we?

D: Oh, ignore that. The strangest thing happened this morning. My son gave me a tight hug, and when I looked down, it seemed like he had accidentally drooled on me hehe. I thought I wiped it off.

O: cant blame him, look at those things! they look like theyre bout to pop out.. i bet he fantasises about his mommys tits all the time, the perv...

My baby is a little perv for sure. I played coy.

D: Hey, that's my son, c'mon now..

I could see he was typing but then stopped. Suddenly I noticed the time and rushed inside, thankfully remembering to button up my shirt again.

The rest of the morning was fairly uneventful. I checked my phone several times but was dismayed by the lack of messages. Maybe I scared him off. I tried to put it out of my mind and concentrate, but I would jump in my seat whenever my phone buzzed, only to see it was a message from a friend or a co-worker. Maybe he was just busy with school stuff, since it was his last week.

Then, just as I was about to break for lunch, he replied.

O: sry i shouldnt have said tht

D: Oh its ok..…

O: its just that i have a really bad incest and mommy fetish lol sry

Huh. Admitting that to his own mother, the little rascal.

D: Oh...

O: is that weird? sry

D: Well, everyone has their fetishes. I won't kink shame haha.

O: wat r urs?

D: Wow, very forward, haha. But I guess I cant blame you after last night ;)

He replied with several kissing smileys.

D: I don't really have any, I think. But I like a guy who takes charge. Maybe that's it...

O: being a sub, ok cool, i'll keep that in mind ;)

I quickly Googled what that meant.

O: and thx for not kink shaming! i find taboo kinks really hot and nothing's more taboo than incest in my mind. love incest mommy porn, especially the ones with extreme dirty talk..

D: I can see the appeal, I suppose. But I don't think of my son like that, I love him very much.

O: of course, its all just harmless fantasy and roleplay lol MOMMY

"Mommy". He hadn't called me that in years. Omri had always been rather clingy growing up and used that term well past the age most kids would. But I always found it really endearing and cute. He would ask Mommy to kiss his boo-boos, or help him take a bath, or play with him. It was always such a sweet and innocent term. And yet, here he was, twisting it in a perverse way.

So why did my fingers suddenly find their way to my crotch? I began roughly rubbing myself through my trousers, under the desk. It was lunchtime, so everyone was at the canteen. Even still, the thrill of doing it there and then was only elevating the sensation. I was losing my mind; he wasn't wrong about taboo.

D: What can Mommy do for her sweet baby boy?

O: OH FUCK!

D: Language, young man..

O: sorry mommy, plz help me nut

D: Mommy's very busy at work sweetie... but maybe this will help.

I took a quick selfie, with my tongue out, and sent it to him. I had remembered how much he loved that one last night.

O: omg mommy ur so fuckin hot! but why r ur buttons done up??

D: Oh honey, Mommy's at work, she can't just go around showing off her cleavage like that...

O: undo them and try again

D: Baby...

O: undo them now u fat titted slut

I was on the fucking edge, and his domineering tone was sending me over it. I did as my son commanded and sent another picture.

O: one more button. as punishment.

God, I was in heaven! A slimy wet patch was starting to form in my crotch; I was soaking wet and about to erupt! I undid another button and took another selfie for Omri. My tits were practically bursting out of my shirt at this point, but I didn't care. All I could think about was making him happy and getting off while doing it.

O: oh shit i love ur big milkers mommy, i just wanna squeeze them with all my strength until they pop out

D: Anything for my darling boy.

O: im so close mommy... do u know what ahegao is??

I quickly Googled it. I was seeing countless images of anime girls with their eyes crossed and rolling back into their heads, as they stuck out their tongues like panting dogs, slick drool dripping down from the tip of their tongues. They looked like their brains had turned to mush from heavenly pleasure, freed from consciousness. As if they had accepted their roles as mindless fuckdolls.

My heart was practically beating out of my chest, and I was sweating profusely. I didn't even reply with a text back. I knew what he wanted to see. How he wanted his Mommy. I built up saliva in my mouth, getting ready to take the most lewd selfie I'd ever taken. Once ready, I rolled my eyes upwards while crossing them. I stuck out my tongue and let all of that pent-up saliva drip down onto the crevice that was my cleavage, and I took the shot. Several, actually. And just as I took the last one, I had the biggest orgasm of my life. I was shaking and panting and sweating. And loving every second of it!

I didn't have much time to recover, knowing Omri would be getting impatient. I sent him the best photo of his mother doing the ahegao face; his reaction was instant.

O: HOLY FUCK IM GONNA CUM MOMMY!

D: Do it baby! Cum for me! Cum for your Mommy slut!

A few minutes went by, giving me a chance to catch my breath, tidy up and look decent again before everyone returned from lunch. Then, I received a video, and I knew exactly what it would be even before I opened it. Omri was in a bathroom stall once more, his dick glistening with precum as he stroked furiously. He had a photo of me in my lewd pose displayed on an old iPhone. I recognized it; it was the first smartphone we had bought him. A part of me was happy he was still finding a good use for it.

Within seconds he erupted, aiming his ropy spurts for his mother's ahegao face. The volume of semen was still impressive, and I wondered how he managed it. I stopped counting the spurts after 10, but he still kept going, determined to cover my face completely. I smiled, almost proud of myself for making him cum so hard; I'd never seen him produce this much before for any of his "cum tributes". By the end, every inch of the screen was covered as the video ended.

O: that was fking amazing, ive never cum that hard

D: Ditto!

O: were u touching urself at work??

D: Can you blame me? ;)

O: lol i guess not but thats really hot. tbh im more impressed u know what ahegao is lol

D: I actually had to Google it haha. But seeing those pictures really pushed me over the edge. And the name-calling too... <3

O: oh i was kinda worried i went too far, u dont mind it?

How adorable! It was too late to back out now.

D: Not at all. I told you, I like men who take charge hehe. You can call Mommy whatever you want ;)

O: oh i will, Mommy slut <3

I felt amazing the rest of the day. Some colleagues even commented on a glow I had about me. Even Hila was surprised and asked me if I had started seeing someone. Of course, I lied through my teeth. After all, how could I explain that I was basically sexting with my own son, and he had brought me to the best orgasms of my life? To them, it would be sick and incestuous. But to me, I was deepening my bond with Omri in ways I had never imagined, in a manner that I still thought was harmless.

By the time I got home, Omri was in the middle of cooking spaghetti and meatballs. By the time I finished showering, he was already done. We sat on the kitchen island as he told me about his day. He had swimming lessons today, and we ended up reminiscing about when he first started learning to swim. He had just turned 5. I had accompanied him into the pool for the parent-child lesson, and he was practically latched onto me the entire session, like a koala. I remember being really embarrassed at the time, but looking back with my rose-tinted glasses, it was the sweetest thing. I was so proud of what he'd become.

After dinner, we ended up watching some of our old home videos. His father loved his camcorder and, after Omri's birth, insisted on recording everything, from walks in the park and doctor appointments to birthdays and any visits from friends or family. We ended up with a LOT of DVDs filled with memories. I missed him. We missed him. As the minutes became hours, Omri placed his head on my lap, like he used to. I stroked his hair and patted his head. I truly loved him, and there was nothing he could ever do to upset me. I felt a deep warmth in my heart, almost warm enough to forget everything that's happened between us these last few months. I was his mother, and he was my son, my flesh and blood. The kid I had carried in my belly for 9 months, who fed at my breast until he was 2. Nothing would ever change that.

I kissed him goodnight and turned in for the night. I had just brushed and sat up on my bed with a book when my phone buzzed. It was Omri, of course. This boy is insatiable, I thought.

O: hey, what r u up to?

D: Just reading, baby, about to go to sleep. You?

O: playin videogames lol

I rolled my eyes. During his teenage years, videogames had become an obsession. He would spend hours in his room, playing mostly adventure games he would buy with pocket money. After his dad passed, he sank deeper and deeper into this hobby. Though recently, I had noticed he was spending less time doing so.

D: My son also loves videogames haha.

O: what does he play?

D: I think its called Marvel something. Rivals maybe?

O: oh yh, very popular

D: I bet. What do you play?

O: mainly mom son incest sex games ;)

D: Wow, didn't know such things existed...

O: the internet is big perverted world daphna

D: All the more with you in it hehe.

O: oh im just a sweet innocent boy being corrupted by it.. speaking of which, i have a request...

D: Hehe go on..

O: i know u said u dont see ur son in a sexual way... makes sense. but to a pervert like me its still really hot..

D: OK... what are you asking?

O: well i think it would be amazing if u went into his laundry basket and smelled his dirty undies..

I gasped. The cheek of this boy.

O: like not rn ofc, but when hes not around. send me pics of it. seeing you do that with ur actual son would drive me crazy...

D: That is pretty filthy... I dont know...

O: cmon. this morning u intentionally left his drool on ur tit instead of wiping it off. dont u wanna explore this? trust me, itll be hot!

D: Hmm, ok maybe tomorrow...