MILF CAM (A longer incest story)

MILF CAM

He sat at his computer jerking off, but desperately trying to make it last. The webcam girl he’d 

gotten on the MILF website had been amazing. He’d searched for hours before just to try to find 

someone who would be cooperative enough for him to get off too, and then today… 

Today he’d found a goddess on his first try. She kept her face off the screen, but she worked it 

perfectly. She was mysterious, but not distant. She played it off like she might be his neighbor, or 

his teacher, or even his own Mother, and she was using the mystery like a tool to get him harder 

instead of like a shield to hide behind. Everything he’d asked of her, she’d responded like she 

tried to resist, but was too big a slut to say no; and he was more than okay with that! 

Now, having played with her breasts beneath her shirt, given him a peak, taken off her bra, lifted 

up her shirt, and so on and so on down the line of, “we shouldn’t”, but, “just this once… but only 

because I’m so horny”. 

Now, he was watching her pussy lips be slowly spread open as she mounted a toy at the what 

had to be the perfect distance from the camera. He watched that dick spread her, and stretch 

her open, and violate her in slow motion. And then, it stopped being in slow motion. As she 

began to adjust to the intrusion, her moans grew a little louder, and he had to stop stroking for a 

minute and calm down the first time she raised her self up nice and slow, only to SLAM her cunt 

back down with throaty purr and a half whimpered “Fuck yes”. 

***

On the other end of the connection, that same MILF was enjoying performing the show every bit 

as much as the 18-year-old that she was putting it on for. Her hard, downward thrusts always did 

so much more for her than the typical sawing motion that most men seemed to think she would 

like. In fact, if there was a t-shirt that read “Give me one, good, hard, SLAM, over 10 quick 

pushes, any day of the week”, and it had been at least 1 size too small; then she would have 

stretched it over her big tits and worn it to every swinger event that she and her husband 

attended. 

Normally when she put on these little shows, she had to go through a dozen or so men before 

she came, er, at least, came for real. It wasn’t like she was going to deny the boys the belief that 

they’d gotten her off. But today she’d gotten lucky. Her first client of the day, and the kid seemed 

to know exactly what he wanted. He was only using text, and not voice, but he knew what he 

liked. He clearly had a Mommy fetish, and he wanted to know that she was busty, slutty and 

willing. All of which lined up with what she liked rather nicely. 

It was so refreshing to have someone who knew what he wanted to see next, who knew what he 

wanted to hear next, and who didn’t equate being a disrespectful little shit with dominance. On 

top of that, his own webcam was off, which was common, but his profile pic was a tasteful shot 

of his rather lovely torso. This was, of course, instead of an extreme close-up of his dick; which 

was another point for him. 

The session had started with him telling her how gorgeous he thought she was, but he’d done so

 appreciatively, and not like he was about to pop just from looking at her. He moved at a good 

pace from there, having her engage in ever more explicit and sexual acts, always escalating, but 

never rushing. 

She slipped her bra off, groped her tits through her shirt, and then slid her hands up under her 

shirt to do the same. She knew then what he wanted, and angled the camera and her body so 

that her hands up under her shirt could be mistaken (if one wanted to mistake them) for 

someone else's hands groping her from behind. After that, she adapted her dialogue too. Instead 

of telling him how much she wanted his hands on her, she instead told him how much she liked 

being groped. Instead of telling him that she wanted his dick, she instead told him how much she 

loved dick in general. That way, at any given moment, she could be complimenting him, 

confessing to being a whore, or both. 

The truth was that it was getting her off even more than the pinching, pulling, and rubbing was. 

She loved being watched, she loved being treated this way, and she wasn’t a cam girl on a 

website where people went to fulfil their, “my Mom is a secret slut” fetish by accident. So even if 

he hadn’t said it yet explicitly, they were both very clearly on the same page as they skirted the 

edge of that particular taboo with every naughty phrase. 

She spread her pussy open for him and let him watch as she stretched it around “a big dick”. As 

she told him what it was doing to her, and how good it felt, she called him sweetie, honey, and 

other Motherly terms of endearment. For his part, he was so polite, and so careful. His every 

sentence containing all the language that a Son would use with his Mom except for the “M-word” 

itself. 

He asked her if she would be satisfied with just one in her pussy, or if she wanted more than just 

one cock her while he watched, and she shuddered with pleasure as the filthy request. Still, 

happily on the same page as her client, she lustily told him that one cock was only ever a good 

start… 

Then, she did something she’d never done before. Normally, the move she was about to make 

HAD to be initiated by the person watching. It was just too risky to throw it out there without being 

asked to. But she was enjoying this so much, and she genuinely believed that they both wanted 

the same thing. So, as the head of the moment grew, so too did her daring. And she added, 

“Why sweetie? Did you want to see Mommy’s body taking two cocks at once?” And then after a 

brief pause, she felt like she was burning up with lust and anticipation, she added, “or more…”. 

It was a dangerous thing. She might have freaked him out or scared him off, but, as she 

prepared a second toy, this one for her ass, the words, “Yes Mom” appeared on the screen, and 

she almost pushed the first toy out with how strongly she reacted at seeing the words.  

She was biting her lip and nodding as she worked the second toy in, but she was so lost in the 

moment it took her a moment to realize that he couldn’t see her face because the camera was 

focused on… lower parts. 

She grinned wickedly, in a sinful tone that was clearly, so very approving, she purred, “Such a 

naughty boy”. Then, as she began to find a rhythm with the second toy, she added in between 

panting breaths, “Lucky for you sweetie… That Mommy’s first client had a friend waiting in the 

hall… And when I told him that… I needed someone to help me show my Son, what his Mother 

looked like when she was getting DP’d… well,” she laughed. “It didn’t take much convincing”. 

After that, she needed a minute to really get into what she was doing, and her voice fell silent 

except for sighs and moans as she ravaged her body for his viewing pleasure. When she’d 

found a lovely pace, and trusted her voice again, she asked, “How’s the view handsome?” 

It was a good minute before his reply came up, but that only made her smile more, at how busy 

his hands must have been. And her pussy contracted around the cock she was stuffing into it 

when she read his reply. “I want to see them bend you over Mom”. 

Without hesitating, she threw herself down onto one elbow, her face beside the computer so that 

the camera would catch it.  Yet the rest of her body was on full display, and with her free hand 

she was working one toy, and “nudging” the other. She knew she was giving the boy a glorious 

display of cleavage, as her big tits mashed together and rocked with mock double-fucking she 

was giving herself. 

His next words echoed a request that she’d had, in one form or another, many times. But before 

now, she’d never honored it.  Before now…

“Can I cum on your face? I want to cum on your face so bad Mom! I want to see you looking 

back at me and loving those cocks when I cum for you!”

It wasn’t like he could identify her… I mean, there are literally billions of people in the world, and 

they were never going to meet or anything… She decided much too quickly. She knew it was just 

her lust overriding her logic, but in the moment, she just didn’t care. She wanted it as much as 

him, but if she was going to do this, then he needed to as well. 

After a moment's hesitation, she told him, “Only if you turn on your webcam too.” Then she 

grinned, just out of sight, and with wicked glee, she added, “If you really want to cum on your own 

Mother, then I want to look you in the eyes while you do it”. 

It took him only a second. But when he typed, “Would you please say ‘cum on mommy’s face’ at 

the right moment”; she replied, innocently, “what was that sweetie? I couldn’t hear you.”. 

She was enjoying this way too much. The power, the pleasure, the teasing, and the taboo. All of 

it! But a moment later, she heard a voice, as short of breath and heavy with lust as her own, as it 

repeated his request. In reply, she returned her attention to the double fucking she’d been giving 

herself. And in between lewd dialogue about what the two big cocks were doing to his Mommy, 

she advised him to tell her when he was ready. 

For his part, he held out magnificently. He milked the moment for every once of pleasure he 

could get out of it. But it was too intense, too powerful, and too hot to last. He felt himself 

reaching a point that he could no longer bear to back away from, and told her, “I’m gonna cum 

soon”. 

***

When he did, she changed positions, and angled herself so that her face, her hair, and glimpses 

of her bouncing tits were all the camera could hold. Sweat had made her hair cling to her hair in 

some places, but her image was otherwise pristine. After all, this was her favorite weekend 

hobby, and she hadn’t hesitated to treat herself to nothing but the best equipment. 

She saw him, and he saw her, and realization hit them both like a truck. He should have 

recognized her voice! But, in fairness, even if her voice was the most familiar one in his whole 

world, he never got to hear her use “that tone” around him. Sure, he may have caught a lewd 

comment or two shared between her and his Dad; but he’d never heard, “I’m a greedy slut for 

this”, be his Mom’s whole tone of voice. Besides that, while he didn't admit it at first, he was sort 

of “trying” to hear his voice as his Mom’s. So when they were close, it was just a wacky blessing. 

On top of all that, she’d gone out of her way to make her “cam room” look different from her 

room. She always changed the sheets before and after, she was always careful with angles, and 

she hadn’t heard his voice until she was so close to another orgasm that she couldn’t have 

possibly thought that straight! 

But now… Now, they were face to face. He had his big young cock in his hands and swollen 

head of it was pointed right at her. She had a cock in her pussy, and one in her ass, and she was 

working the two of them in and out of her, with her tits exposed, as she panted and moaned for 

the camera. 

In their minds, they both froze. “Oh God! Oh no! I’m DEAD!”. But while their brains went into 

panic, their bodies had already decided on a rhythm… As they began to panic, looking at one 

another, each saw that they other hadn’t stopped…

***

Her Son! FUCK! Her actual, real life, honest to god, Son! FUCK!!!

He knew now! He knew about the camgirl stuff. He knew about what a whore she was! And 

worst of all, he knew about her Mom/Son fetish that she had fucking volunteered without him 

even bringing it up! She was half-way to panic, and half-way to orgasm at the same time, and it 

seemed like the worst possible combination. To be so called out, and to be so exposed, and to 

still be too horny, too slutty, and too turned on to even stop her hands from sinking the toys in 

Deeper!

But then… A split-second after she berated herself for licking her lips at the sight of him stroking 

his cock, it hit like a hammer to the chest… He was still stroking his cock! 

How she could be salivating uncontrollably and still feel like her throat was dry, she had no idea; 

but maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t as screwed as she thought. So, she tried to find a brave 

place in herself, and when she did she introduced it to the slutty place in herself, and did the only 

thing she could think of that might save her. 

She doubled down, hard. 

The first thing she said, in a tone that he absolutely did recognize, was her Son’s full name. First. 

Middle. Last. And that… made his hand pause in its stroking, when nothing else had. But before 

he could feel to much fear, she looked him in the eyes and added, “Are you stroking your cock 

while watching these two boys double fucking me?!” Then she gave herself one of those hard 

slams that she loved so much, and let him watch her face as it twisted from “Mom just caught 

you doing something” into “Mom just got a cock thrust into her, and she loved it”. 

She saw him grip the dick in his hand that much harder as he watched her face, distorted with 

sexual pleasure, and she kept it going. 

“I can’t believe you’ve been jerking that...” and then she licked her lips for him, as she seemed to 

struggle with the words; “...big… delicious looking, cock…”. Then she gave herself another slam, 

and kept eye contact with him as she grunted with pleasure. “... while you watch me! Your own 

Mother... “ and then, with a sultry purr she added, “your REAL Mother”. And as her tone slipped 

from semi-scolding, back to purely sexual, she watched the panic slip out of him as it was 

replaced, once more, with lust. 

With the way the camera was framing her, her Son couldn’t see how much harder she was 

working herself with the toys now, but he didn’t need to; because he could see her reactions. For 

a few minutes, he was just watching her, and stroking himself back to the edge. 

She looked over her shoulder for a moment, and her face was partially off screen, but her words 

were clear as day. “Oh my god boys, could you let up for just a moment? My Son is the one 

who’s been watching us, and I’m need to explain to him that... “ And then she paused, as if in a 

two sided conversation. Her body rocked forward again, and she grunted in pleasure. The effect 

was that they had slowed to talk, but they were still thrusting their dicks into her periodically. 

Never fully letting up. “Well of course I know that.” Her voice came back. “Yes… I know. You paid 

your money, and now I’m your whore, to do with as you please; but…” Another jarring forward 

shake, and she moaned loudly for it. “You brought how many friends?!?” Then she gave a light 

laugh, and said, “Well I’ve only got three holes and two hands, so you boys are going to have to 

take turns or something…”

Then there was a brief pause, her voice said “oh my goodness” with obvious appreciation, and 

for the next solid minute, she continued to have an occasional forward rock and a moan, while 

spending every second of that same time lewdly sucking and slurping on something just off 

camera. 

 

She couldn’t see it, but her Son hadn’t moved his hand since she’d started. He was struggling 

not to Cum, just from what he was hearing. Afraid that if he moved his hand at all, this would all 

be over. Then her heard her pull her lips off of something with a pop, and when she brought her 

face back to the camera, she had saliva at the corner of her mouth and a face that looked like 

she’d just been giving a sloppy blowjob. 

He’d imagined what her face might have looked like in this moment, but trying to picturing it didn’t 

do justice to actually seeing it. She looked at him, then down at his cock, and smiled before 

running her eyes back up to his. “Do you like seeing Mommy this way honey?” 

And as he started to nod, she gave another grunt in response to a thrust from somewhere 

behind her. “Now sweetie”, his Mom said. “I’m your Mother, so of course I don’t want you to think 

about or picturing the gangbang that’s about to happen to your Whore Mommy… but I have to 

confess that, I do LOVE watching men jerk off.”

Then she looked pointedly at his hand tightly gripping his shaft, and when she looked back up at 

him, she was gently biting her bottom lip. Then, in a tone that he recognized as his Mother 

begging for something she really wanted, she said, “Would you do that for me, pleassse? Would 

you jerk that big cock for me and let me watch?” 

And that was just too much. He did as she asked, but as he did, he half grunted, half cried out 

that he was going to cum. His hand was a blur, and as he jerked himself hard and fast towards 

the most powerful orgasm of his life, his Mom’s face looked up at him from his laptop, and she 

egged him on. 

“Do it baby! Jerk that big fucking cock for me. Jerk it for Mommy! Are you going to cum? 

Because I want it… I want to feel your hot load on me. Cum on my face sweetie! Cum on 

Mommy’s face!”

…

He filled tissue after tissue, and still managed to spill a ton of it on himself and the floor. But as 

much as he wanted to cum on her face, he knew that his laptop wasn’t really her, and he 

managed not to destroy the thing that had just given him the best fucking morning of his life. 

His orgasm went on forever, and the whole time his Mom moaned, and encouraged, and told him 

every dirty thing he’d ever wanted to hear her say. 

When he was completely spent, his Mom, in a very professional tone, said, “Well, I hope you’ve 

enjoyed my services. Please remember to be generous when you tip, and I hope to see you 

again.” Then she gave him a wink, looked at the mess, and told him in a slightly more serious 

tone that he needed to clean all that cum up before she turned off his live feed. 

…

He laid there for a long time (after he cleaned it up, because seriously, don’t piss Mom off). His 

mind raced with the possibilities. Could he do this every weekend? Could he afford to? He was 

pretty sure he just spent his whole check on just this morning… What about like, normal life?!? 

Did he hide this from Dad? Did he try to flirt with his own Mom when it was just them? If he did, 

could anything, you know, come from the flirting? 

And, Oh my fucking God, was any of the stuff she’d said to get him off true!?! After all, his 

parents were swingers, and he’d tried to picture what that might mean once or twice but, had his 

Mom really ever been… you know... gangbanged!?! 

He was laying there, with a million thoughts rampaging through his head, when he saw 

movement from his laptop that caught his eye. And as he looked, the website told him that the 

woman he’d just been “chatting with” was with another client now. 

Whatever reaction might have made sense in that moment, he was pretty sure he wasn’t having 

it. Instead he was filled with a strange kind of certainty. So, in a moment of what might have been 

total fucking madness, he got up, cleaned off again, and headed from his room, to his parents 

room. 

There, he walked in on his Mom in her “cam girl” set up, spread out on the bed in sheets that 

he’d never seen before that day. She looked at him, shocked at first. But as he looked back, he 

saw her shock fade slightly. Then she traced her eyes down the length of him, like he was her 

lover and not her Son. And, after a moment, she gave this slight nod. 

At first, he didn’t know what she meant. But she leaned over to her keyboard and typed 

something out. And a moment later, she smiled, laid out on her back, spread her legs, and 

beckoned him closer with one crooked finger. He went to her, unsure. But when he got to the 

bed, he saw what she’d typed, and what the response had been. 

She’d listed a price, changed rooms, and asked the question, “Hey, anyone want to see me have 

sex with my Son?” 

***

She watched his face as he read her words, and the lewd, highly descriptive responses to them. 

Then, as he looked down at her, she answered every question he might have had. She did so by 

smiling sweetly, removing her panties, and holding her pussy lips open for him in invitation…