Sexting With My Mom Novels & Stories

Becca poked her head into the bedroom where I was seated on the bed, texting with Sam over Facebook. "Oh great." I shrugged, texting a goodbye to Sam so he knew I had brought our sexting to an end. I got out of bed and made my way downstairs. I wondered what they would have to say to my decision. My mother sat in her corporate gown beside my father who was gulping down a glass of milk. "There is our one child that is leaving us." My mother said in the nicest way possible, making it sound like I was going away permanently. "Oh don't make it sound dramatic mom." I chuckled, taking my seat beside them.

I laughed as my mom lowered her voice to a whisper. "Okay, just give me a minute." I turned from her and moved back to my computer. I opened up a quick chat in the company online chat room and sent a private message to Jaxon. He quickly responded with several hearts and an ‘I love you’ message. I felt my heart melt. I saved all the work that I had and then closed all my open tabs. I grabbed my purse and turned to take my mom’s arm as we walked out towards the elevators. "So, what have you been doing with yourself today?" I asked. My mom blushed and kept her eyes forward.

I kept my eyes trained on that bulge as I brought my fingers back to my slit and began rubbing softly. “I’m sure there’s… something I could do to get out of trouble, Daddy,” I murmured. The words felt foreign on my tongue, but also intoxicating. I was good at sexting, so why not dirty talk? It was the same principle, after all. My stepfather grunted quietly. He couldn’t look away from my show, not even if he’d wanted to—which he obviously didn’t, given how his dick lurched the second I started playing with myself. I smirked a little. So, the perfect guy has a dark side, after all…

I still hadn’t told them, but needed to before Rose told them herself. “Um, so, to change the topic from nasty parental sex and Mina’s hormones, Kimi, Mina, and I need to make you aware of a change to our circumstances. . . .” I started. “You did not knock someone up, did you Kamron?” My mom interrupted me. “What? No!” I exclaimed. I could almost feel the blush rising up my neck. “Because I told you to always use a condom if you lose control while making out. What’s her name?” Mom continued ignoring my protests.

My mom caught me once but thankfully, I was able to log into the site from my laptop and log out of my phone before she checked. Since that day, I have been extra careful. I locked the site and it required a lot of authentication to get In and I also made sure she was out of the house whenever I wanted to get sexting. My dad and mom were separated and my dad was out of the country so he was never an issue except during major family gatherings when he creeper at me and asked me who I was always chatting with. Sexting was way better than sexting. The fact that grown men appreciated my beauty and my petite body then and they were also comfortable with sharing their own naked body with me was pr

I wanted everyone to see the true faces of my so-called model parents, letting the carefully crafted image they had spent years building fall apart today. I raised my phone high, ready to project the group chat screenshots onto the big screen. "Mom, Dad, this show is over!" Just as I was about to press the projection button, Suzy snatched my phone and clutched it tightly to her chest. "Christopher! Please! Just wait five more minutes!" Her eyes were red, and her voice was filled with desperation.

My head was full— full of guilt, full of anger at myself for playing along, full of need for Ellie. Outside, the night air hit me. Cool. Quiet compared to inside. My truck was parked under a streetlight. I walked toward it, keys already in my hand. Then I stopped dead. Maya was leaning against the driver’s door. Arms crossed. Face hard. She looked at me like I was dirt. “So my mom is indeed not enough for you,” she said. Her voice was low, cold. “Now I can see your plans. You’re using my mother for your material things. And then using an eighteen-year-old girl to satisfy your desires. Wise guy.”

My mother and I are helping her with the injuries. I knew it would be unbelievable to him, but he cannot debate this, but that’s when another shocker hit me when he believed it. My D: Yeah! Guessed it. How about sexting? And I am not hearing no for an answer now. It was at this moment that I didn’t have to g****e it. The name itself suggested what he wanted from me.

Then, he changed the subject and asked, "What does she mean by wanting to ride the Ferris wheel with you?" My mother sneered and replied, "Last week, I took Angel to the amusement park and posted about it. She must have seen it and felt jealous. That's why she killed someone to taunt us!" I felt nothing but sadness after hearing her words. Indeed, I was jealous. After all, my mother's posts were filled with every detail of Angel's life, and there were no traces of me. I would always torture myself by scrolling through their photos over and over, hoping that one day I would be part of them, too.

Our increasing obsession with each other eventually manifested itself in the form of sexting and sending each other filthy nudes. My parents were more controlling than I had given them credit for. I had no idea they’d been snooping through my phone until they confronted me about its contents. It was awful. They forbade me to see him. They, of course, dangled their money over my head. Their threats only intensified my feelings and resolve.