I Watched Porn With My Son – Part 1

This is a story about me and my son. How I caught him looking at porn what all happened after that. It gets pretty wild. Hold on…

Part 1 — The Discovery

I watched my 18-year-old son, surrounded by his friends, as they sang him happy birthday.

“Happy birthday Kace!” I tell my son.

Now 18 years old, here he is standing 6 foot tall, lean and muscular and goes by Kace for short. The only thing he lacks is confidence. If he just had that, it would have it all.

Today I’m 38, stand about 5 foot 8 or so and have dark brown hair hanging a bit past my shoulders. I’ve kept in shape by eating well and working out. My husband has not been around for years, and it’s just been Kace, me and my daughter the last few years. And my daughter moved away to college months ago.

Note: All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older

My job is demanding, and the only time I have left, I give to my son with an occasional workout here and there for me. My sex life is non-existent despite a raging on-going porn orgy in my mind that I fight to ignore.

All in all, I’m really a happy person but fear this body of mine is going to waste away. That is what my therapist tells me. Finding a man would be zero effort. Finding a good man, I’ve written off as impossible. And since impossible tasks are pretty much a waste of time, I gave up.

I just hope my son can grow to have a healthy porn life. I know he likes girls. I’ve heard him talk about girls with his friends. Plus he spends an impressive amount of time in the bathroom right after “Internet time.” I’m guessing that must be the time that he takes his cock out and relieves the pressure that is filling up his balls. That’s usually the time I take to take care of myself in my bedroom also. Ha, if he only knew what I was doing when he was busy doing something he hoped I wouldn’t suspect.

Around my son, he was surrounded by five of his friends. With me being the only woman in the room, I could feel their eyes on me. My boobs and ass are being watched out of the corners of several eyes at any given moment. I kind of like it. It makes me feel sexy. It makes me feel wanted.

After everyone said their goodbyes, my son went to his room, and I cleaned up the kitchen. That was fun I thought. I wonder if Kace liked it? Now that he’s 18, I wonder how many more (if any) of these parties I would be having for him. I wonder if he is a virgin as I open the 2nd bottle of wine. Wonder if I should have just bought him a high-class escort for tonight. Believe it or not, I had actually been pondering that. I mean really. What would he remember more ten years down the road, an escort or a new video game?

As I load the last plates into the dishwasher, I’m still wondering about what would have happened if I would have gotten Kace that escort. And if I would have got Kace that escort, she would be over here now with him. I think I would have invited them to use my bed because it’s bigger and more comfortable. Kace might be asking to look at her pussy. To taste her pussy. To feel her pussy. I think all that is a very healthy thing for an 18-year-old boy to want. What is not all that normal is his mother kinda wanting to watch. Not because I’m a sicko. I just want to watch it all and help keep him safe. And then maybe talk about it after. As in if she did something why she might have done it. If she liked something, why she might have liked it. And if she didn’t, why she might not have liked it. And what if she did not at least pretend to like Kace. I could be there for him to tell him she was a heartless bitch and that it was no reflection on him.

As I stand in the kitchen and think of this, knowing Kace is in his room, I reach down under my skirt and move my hand under my thong. Oh my, I was wet, like usual. And not just wet, but creamy wet having been wet all day. Oh my, it feels good touching my pussy as my hand slides around in my juice. I could cum right now if I wanted, but not yet. Later I tell myself. I take my hand away and bring it up to my nose. My own aroma is strong having been cooking down there all day without any bathing. Kace could be smelling a scent like mine now from the Escort if I just would have called her. I take my pussy scented fingers and place them in my mouth. After a few moments, my fingers returned smelling like nothing happened. My mouth is left with a sweet pussy aftertaste. If I go talk to Kace would he notice my vagina scented breath I wonder?

My mind then wonders, having likely never been with a woman before, does he even know what a woman smells like? And if he does not know, does he wonder what a woman smells like down there? Does he want to know? What if he wanted to know, but was too shy to ask? The poor kid could go a few more years without knowing what pussy smells like. Or worse, his first hook up might be with a woman who smells really bad, that might lead him to think all woman smell like that and be turned off about pussy his whole life.

Stop it, Kathy, I tell myself. All of that is really not my problem nor business. I pour another glass of wine. I’ve had more than enough wine tonight, but this will help cover the scent of my pussy that might be on my breath. As I watch the liquid fill the glass, I feel the feeling of wanting to be filled myself. Am I the horniest mom that never has porn I wonder.

With the Kitchen clean, and me feeling a bit tipsy, I decided to head to my room. With Kace in his room, I likely have a good hour of me time. During an average night, I would go for a workout now. But now, after all the wine, I was thinking the exercise was going to be just me in my bed with a few toys I only use when I’m extra horny.

As I made my way to my room, I noticed Kace’s door ajar. I stop and peek in. What is he doing? It looks like he is buying something. Hmm, I’ll say goodnight to him now I think. Then I’ll have the rest of the night to myself.

“What are you buying hon?” I asked him and OMG! I must’ve startled him as he jumped and quickly closed a screen. That was likely a mistake because on the screen that was left open was a spread eagle, nude woman. Now I know, I know. It was porn, and I should have told him how bad sex is, how it is degrading to women, how he should have better things to do and feel free to insert your own objections. But you know what? I’m not one of those moms. I actually think it is perfectly normal to want to look at nude women. I never really came out and told Kace that, but hell. I guess this might be a time to do just that.

Now, having said all that, I’m generally not one to be lost for words. But in this case, the only thing I could think to say was, “HONEY STOP!” After I said it, I realized I said it about twice as loud as I should have. Kace froze like he was caught doing something unimaginable wrong. His eyes looked down. I could tell his face was starting to get red.

Shit, I think I scared him. I just want to let him know that all of this is ok. Plus somehow I want him to bring me any questions he has about sex and girls. I guess what I want to tell him is porn is okay, but I want to be your real source of knowledge.

“Honey!” I say with a giggle. I figured the giggle would help ease the tension and let him know I was not upset. “It’s okay, silly. I know all you guys like to look at that kind of stuff.”

“I ah, I’m sorry mom,” he said nervously. “I just wanted to see what women look like fully nude.”

I could tell he was making that up as he went. He was just looking at sex. No big deal. But if he wanted to play like it was for educational purposes, then I would play along. And shit! Oh my, I think he might have a hard-on as I sneaked a quick peek at his lap. Surprised he has not lost it yet after I screamed at him.

“Honey, don’t be embarrassed,” I say as I look at his computer screen that is showing a close up of a spread eagle girl. “The human body is beautiful. There is nothing taboo or dirty about it.” I told him.

I take a close look at the girl on his screen. I think she is cute, but I would have thought that sex stars would be a bit younger. I mean, this woman looks closer to my age.

I notice his eyes catch my eyes looking at the screen. I then see him move his hand toward his mouse. He was probably going to try to kill the image on the screen. Somehow with my wine slowed reflexes, I beat his hand to his mouse and snatched it to my chest. Luckily it was a wireless mouse, so no cords got in the way.

“Not so fast,” I say playfully. My son again froze with embarrassment.

After a few awkward seconds of silence, I blurt out, “So, do you think she is sexy?” I regret it instantly as I realize it’s too soon to be talking like this.

“Ah, I guess,” Kace says almost in a whisper. “I don’t know mom, this is just, really weird.”

“I’m sorry honey,” I tell him in my best, it’s going to be okay voice. “I guess what I mean is, I can help you learn if you would like?”

He says nothing and offers no hints on what he might be thinking. I decided to reword what I’m trying to say.

“I just mean if you have any questions, you can ask me,” I tell him.

He does not say anything again for several seconds. And just when I think I should just leave the room, I see his head start to node just a bit.

“I think I would like that,” he says.

He said yes! I was almost giddy. Now, in all reality he likely meant, ok cool, now please get the heck out of my room and leave me to my sex. But me with my wine buzz, took it as a cue to begin class.

“Okay cool,” I tell him in a playful voice. “Let’s see how much you know.”

“Mom!” she said with a giggle. Good I think, he is starting to laugh. He is feeling more okay with this I tell myself.

“Do you know what this part is called?” I ask and point to the clit that is on the screen with my index finger. I look over to him. I wonder if he sees me touch the screen. Not sure why I touched the screen. I know he hates it when people touch his computer screen. But for some reason, I think touching his screen when there is a pussy on it makes it feel a bit more fun and real.

“Clitoris,” he says as if it were a boring high school health class. I guess saying clitoris in front of your mom is kind of embarrassing. Still, I think he might be coming around. Ok, let’s make this fun and less clinical I tell myself.

End of Part 1

It took me a lot of time and effort to write this so i hope you guys enjoyed it! This is a 5 part story and i have completed all the parts. If you are interested in knowing what happens further you can dm me for the parts 2-5! Please do upvote and comment if you guys had a great time!