THE THING I OVERHEARD

THE THING I OVERHEARD

Mom had gone looking for one of her missing bra’s, and found it in my room. Yeah, I know, why a 

bra? But, you don’t understand how big my Mom’s tits were. Like, she rocked the total package. 

Long legs, long hair, a total badass, flirty, and really, really big tits that she liked to flaunt. So yeah, 

when puberty rolled around, I definitely got some confused feelings. Then “the thing” happened, 

and I ended up fixated on my Mother’s hot body. 

Even at 18, I had a couple pairs of her stolen panties, but when I saw her bra sitting abandoned, 

seemingly lost between the dryer and the wall, I just really wanted the reminder of how big her 

tits were. Mainly, because I was 18, and 18+horny= stupid. So, naturally, Mom went looking for 

a super expensive bra, searched everywhere but my room, and then remembered that I was 18 

and often horny so… she searched my room too. 

If she found nothing but the bra in the big drawer of my computer desk where I’d hidden it, maybe 

I could have explained myself. I could have made up something dumb like, I found it and set it 

aside because I didn’t want to step on it. I don’t know. Something! But, she found it there, with 

three pairs of her sexiest panties (Okay, like, all her panties were sexy. The woman never saw a 

naughty bit of underwear that she didn’t like). But wait, it gets worse. Because in that same 

drawer was a piece of paper that I’d written some websites and some ideas down on, because 

who isn’t always looking for the next thing to get off to, and it was all, obviously incest stuff. Did I 

mention that I had a back-up bottle of lotion, and a box of Kleenex in this drawer? 

So yeah. Mom found all of that, together, and then, just in case I’d left anything to the imagination, 

she hopped on my computer, and checked out the websites. So, yeah. That was when I walked 

in. With the drawer open, her underwear on the floor, my masturbation kit at the ready, and my 

new favorite porn-site up on the screen. The site may as well have been called, “Yes, I definitely 

fantasize about sex with you Mom, .COM.” 

So many thoughts raced through my mind. I must have gone through a dozen different defenses, 

in my head, including, “how dare you invade my privacy like this!” But Mom didn’t look like she 

was going to beat me to death with a chain; which was a surprise. In fact, she looked kind of 

snarky and amused. 

Also, it was super hard to think. I mean, I know its dumb; I’d just been caught doing the worst 

thing by the worst person to catch me doing it. But, 18+horny, remember? Also, fun fact, 18 

means always horny, so, there’s that. So, there I was, and my idiot brain was like, “Damn. That 

is the woman we masturbate to everyday, sitting in our bedroom in a low cut top. She is right 

beside the stuff we masturbate with. Beside our bed! And she is looking at our new favorite 

fantasies!” Stupid fucking brain… 

So yeah, when Mom, still looking amused instead of angry, just reached over and tapped my bed 

saying, “I think we need to talk kiddo”. I just mumbled okay and tried to walk to the bed like I 

wasn’t already hard. 

Mom was still grinning. I didn’t know why, but it was way better than the reaction I’d been 

expecting, so I was afraid to question it. She was wearing a tight skirt that hit her a few inches 

above the knee, a very low cut camisole with lace fringe, and the leather jacket that she wore 

every time the weather would let her. I was pretty sure she wasn’t wearing a bra, and desperately 

trying not to stare. Then again, since she’d gone looking for a bra and that was why we were 

both there… that kind of explained that. Still, the pink areola, the hard nipples, and the heavy, soft 

jiggling that accompanied every breath and move, had me struggling not to stare. And, again, 

timing; This was so not the best moment for that! 

Mom, for her part, just waved a hand at the computer. Then she waved her other hand at her 

missing bra and panties, and then folded her arms in front of her, hefting those massive tits of 

hers before saying, “Well slugger? Care to explain?” 

I gulped, and then went ahead and did the dumbest thing I could think of, because it was the only 

thing my sex addled brain could come up with. I told the truth. I told Mom that she was super 

fucking hot, and she dressed like a wet dream all the time, and doubly so whenever she was 

going out to a club or a bar. I told her that I’d tried not thinking about her that way, but it didn’t 

work. Then I told her my biggest secret of all, I told her about, “the thing”. The thing that I had 

overheard a few years back.

So… I explained that I’d really been struggling with it, and like, fighting it for a long time 

(relatively). Until a few years ago. Then, a few years ago, I’d woken up in the middle of the night, 

hit the bathroom, and went to the kitchen to grab a drink before going back to sleep. But on the 

way, I’d heard a loud bang, and walked over to Mom’s bedroom to listen, to see if everything was 

okay. 

At that point in the story, Mom’s smile blossomed into a full blown grin, and the fact that I was 

pretty sure she knew where I was going with this made me blush for some  reason. 

I continued my story, and told her that I would later realize that the loud bang had probably been 

the headboard. But once I was at Mom’s door, there was no mistaking what I was suddenly 

listening to. Mom was what some people called, “A Screamer”. On top of that, she was super 

vocal too. “Fuck yeah, give me that big fucking cock! Give Mama that cock baby!” was the first 

thing I heard, but it sure as hell wasn’t the last. I stood there holding my cock for at least 20 

minutes as I listened to my Mom getting fucking SLAMMED. And it was never enough. She 

moaned, screamed, told her lover how good it felt, and begged him for more. She pleaded for it 

harder, and told him to grab her nipples. She told him to grab her hair, to smack her ass, to fuck 

her harder, and, the thing that made me cum on the floor and left me fantasizing about her for 

years to come, was some stranger grunting that he was “going to pop”, and hearing my Mom 

reply that he needed to, “Take it out!” she panted. Then she added, “Take your cock out baby, and 

blow your load all over Mommy’s face!”. 

“So, yeah…” I finished, staring at the ground as I wrapped up my story. I’d told her everything. All 

the details that I remembered, how I couldn’t forget it, and how after that, I didn’t even bother 

trying to not think about her when I jerked off. I couldn’t. So I found a bunch of sites that catered 

to my exact fantasy, and learned that it was actually like, the most common fantasy in the world, 

psychologically speaking. I apologized for stealing her panties and stuff, but I also told her that I 

didn’t know how to stop (Fantasizing about her, not stealing from her). That I didn’t know if I 

could…

Then I waited. Sitting on the edge of my bed, helpless to disguise that telling the story had gotten 

me rock hard in front of my own Mom; and just, waiting for her to say something. Then a cool, 

delicate finger reached out, and lifted my chin a bit. “Can I tell you some…” Mom started to say. 

But then, realizing that she had lifted my gaze just enough so that I was staring into her cleavage 

as she bent forward in the chair to talk to me. Then she put her finger out again, and she lifted 

my chin again, up to her face this time, and flashed a smile. “Can I tell you something?”, she 

asked. I nodded, because, of course. 

Then Mom said, “Everything you said makes total sense, and I get it. I do. That guy you heard me 

with was 18, and I get… VERY, slutty, when I’m with an 18 year old. I probably didn’t get very far 

past his age and his interest when I invited him home for some fun.” Then she bit her lip and got 

this far away look as she added, “I swear kiddo. You get me some 18-year-old stud with enough 

confidence to say, ‘panties, off.’, and I’m gonna slip into full on whore-mode faster than you can 

blink…” After a second of staring off at nothing with lust in her eyes, Mom seemed to snap out of 

it, and looked back at me. “Anyway, you’re not wrong. It is a very, very common fantasy, and 

considering what you heard, it’d be crazy if you didn’t develop a crush on Mommy.”

“Besides”, she said with a sexy little smile, and a satisfied look in her eyes. “I’d be lying if I said I 

didn’t find it VERY flattering that you think I’m that sexy. So, don’t even worry about it.” She got 

up, and started to leave, but then she stopped at the door and looked back at me. “But seriously 

kiddo, don’t take my bras. These things are fucking EXPENSIVE, okay?” I nodded, and shrugged, 

and said okay, because, frankly, I couldn’t believe I’d just confessed my deepest darkest secret 

to the person who I most feared would find out, and in exchange, I got to hear the woman who 

was my sexual fantasy say that she was into guys my age, and then describe herself as having 

a “whore mode”. So, yeah, I was good with whatever. If she asked me to wash her car everyday 

for a decade, I’d have considered it more than fair. So, don’t steal her bra’s? Fuckin’, check.

But then Mom frowned and said, “Well, I can’t leave you with nothing though, can I? Hmm…” I 

didn’t know what she was talking about. But she dropped her stuff on the floor, and told me to 

take my phone out as she walked back over to me. So, you know, I did. I mean, I was still very 

much in a, “Whatever you say. Thanks for not murdering me”, state of mind. Mom took my 

phone from me, hit a few keys, and handed it back in video mode. I was still sitting on the edge of 

my bed from our talk, and Mom swept her hair back and out of her face as she told me to aim 

the camera at her, and get ready to hit the record button. 

Then she dropped to her knees in front of me, and my heart jumped up into my throat. I felt super 

hot, all throughout my body, and my head was spinning. I knew this couldn’t be going where my 

brain immediately pictured it was going, but until she clarified, I was totally fucking lost in a cloud 

of intense lust. I swallowed, and licked my lips, and tried not to hyperventilate. Mom, for her part, 

was messing with her shirt. She was tugging on it like she was trying to make sure it wouldn't rip 

or something, and after a moment, she seemed to be satisfied with whatever she found; 

because she stopped playing with it, and, looking up at me, asked, “Ready?” For the record, I 

was definitely not ready. If this was going to be a sexy thing, I was pretty sure my head was going 

to explode; and if it was not going to be a sexy thing, well, then I never wanted to find out. I just 

wanted to stay in the heat of this moment, forever. 

But, since I couldn’t exactly say that, I just nodded, and as casually as I could, I said, “Yeah”, and 

with a shrug of my shoulders, I hit record like it was no big deal. 

Mom’s demeanor changed instantly.

One moment she was just kneeling there, lookin’ like my Mom. Then the next moment, her eyes 

looked needy, and she was panting, and breathing heavily. “Just like that baby!”, she whimpered, 

looking up at my phone. “God your cock is SO big!” she moaned. Then she was biting her lips, 

and squeezing her tits. She seemed to be rocking, or bouncing slightly as she started up at the 

camera, and in an encouraging voice, said, “That’s it… Keep stroking it…”. After several 

seconds of just moaning, and touching herself and giving little bursts of encouragement, she 

asked, “Are you getting close?” And, yes. The answer was fucking yes! But she wasn’t talking to 

me, not really, she was talking to the phone, which was recording every second. I panned the 

phone from an “all of Mom” shot down to focus on her tits for a second. She was gripping and 

squeezing and rolling them, and, braless, in a low cut shirt, it was almost the hottest thing I’d 

ever seen. Mom didn’t mind though, because a few seconds after I did, she squished them 

together and held her cleavage line up closer to the camera, asking, “Do you like these? Do you 

like Mommy’s big tits? Hmmm?” 

I wanted to answer, but part of my brain warned me that the video would be better if I just shut 

the fuck up. So, for the first time that day, I did the smart thing. A second later, Mom rewarded 

me for my intelligence. In a move I never would have dared to hope for, she grabbed her shirt at 

the opening, and pulled it out and down over her tits. The Cami’s opening was now under her 

breasts, and so when Mom reached up for her nipples again, there was nothing covering them. 

Her large breasts were out and bared in front of me, and she let out a little cry of “Yes!”, as she 

grabbed her pierced nipples with both hands and pulled. 

After a few moments of the camera watching Mom play with, and torture, her large, naked, 

gorgeous breasts, Mom asked in a lusty, whimpering tone, “Do you want to cum on them? Do 

you want to cum on Mommy’s big tits? Huh? Do you want to see a big load of hot, white, cum, 

covering your own Mother’s tits?” 

“Baby…” she pleaded. “Look at me.” Then she pointed up at her face, so the camera saw her do 

it. I did as she asked and panned the camera up to look her in the face. I SO, did not want to 

move the camera away from her tits! It was not like I would ever see anything like this again. But 

Mom changed my mind, fast. 

The camera was suddenly looking at her face. My Mom’s face! But it was lusty, and needy. She 

was panting, and had a hunger in her eyes that made my cock throb in my pants. “Look at me 

slugger”, she said, using a nickname she’d called me since early childhood, and then running 

her tongue over her lips. Off camera, one hand slipped into her skirt, and a few seconds later, 

she brought fingers up to her mouth that were covered in her wetness. She spread the fingers, 

and showed me how wet she was, before shoving them into her mouth, and sucking them clean 

with a low moan. Then she showed me her clean fingers, and then, she shoved them back into 

her mouth again anyway. She was plunging them into her mouth and loudly moaning as she 

sucked on the thrusting fingers. 

After a few seconds, she pulled them free, messily, and in a lusty tone, she began speaking to 

the recording camera again. “Oh my God Son, I’m such a slut for you! I can’t help it, I need to 

look at you, okay? Please?” She whimpered. “Cum on my tits baby, but look your Mother in the 

eyes while you do it. I want to feel that hot cum, and watch my own Son’s beautiful face as he 

tells me what a whore I’m being, and how big a load he’s about to give me! Do it honey! Look at 

Mommy, and cum all over her!”. 

Mom was panting, and looking up at the camera expectantly, and I was mesmerized. After a few 

seconds, she looked from the camera to me, then back. A few seconds more, and she did it 

again. Did she want me to actually whip it out and cum on her!?!?!

I was, I couldn’t, I mean, what?!?

Then, Mom saved the day. I was sitting there, stunned, and debating what to do, when she 

pouted and said, “Wait! Wait if you can baby!” Then she stood up and said, “Put that phone down 

sweetie. I can’t take it anymore, I need your cock, right now!” As she said it, she snatched the 

phone out of my hand, and threw it face down on the bed. Then she put her hands down on 

either side of the phone, and told me to get behind her. 

I didn’t know what to do! I started to stand up, but Mom shoved me back down and mouthed, 

“stop” at me, with a playful smile. Then she shook her head, and back in her lusty, we are totally 

doing this tone, she half moaned, half yelled, “That’s it…. That’s it…” Then, “FUCK!” With a high 

pitched scream that I very clearly remembered hearing 2 years before. Then, Mom started 

shoving her hands down into the mattress like she was doing some weirdo push-up. She was 

moaning, and telling me to give it to her, and screaming incredibly hot shit like, “Shove that cock 

into your Mother!” It was insanely hot, and insanely confusing. Then she yelled that she was 

cumming, and told me to cum inside of her, and a second later she slipped her hand around the 

phone again, and turned the camera off without lifting the lens off the mattress. 

Then, I got it. All of it. Mom had told me to cum, and then waited for me to turn the phone off. And, 

OH MY FUCKING GOD!!! I almost took my dick out because I misunderstood her! Thankfully, 

she saved herself from having to bury my body, by coming up with the fake sex act, and I 

realized that the phone had captured her words, her moans, and the creaking of my bed as it 

bounced roughly in the darkness; I almost came in my pants! Mom had just created the hottest 

video I had ever seen in my life! Literally, nothing I had ever imagined came close to what she’d 

just done, and, fucking recorded! That thing was going to be amazing!

Mom looked over at me, and shot me a wink. She still had her hands on my mattress, and for 

just a moment, I saw her bent over, with her skirt hiked up, and her naked tits hanging just like 

they would if she was getting taken doggy-style. She saw me looking, and for a second, I was 

pretty sure she read my thoughts, because she got this teasing look on her face, and said, 

“Naughty! God! After everything I just gave you? Damn kiddo, what does it take to satisfy you?” I 

wanted to apologize, afraid I might have ruined the greatest gift to ever be given to anyone… 

ever. But Mom was just being playful. She stood up, flipped her hair back behind her again, and 

said, “one last look”, as she shook her tits one final time, before fixing her top and pulling her skirt 

back into place. 

Then, cool as a cucumber, Mom just walked up to me like nothing out of the ordinary had 

happened today and gave me a kiss on the forehead. She said, “Now, no more missing panties, 

and definitely, DEFINITELY, no more missing bra’s. Okay kiddo?” 

I nodded, and gave her a “yes Mom” that was my solemn fucking vow. At that, Mom smiled, said 

“Good.”, and started collecting her clothes so she could leave. But again, just before she left, she 

paused at the doorway, and, with a sly grin, and a teasingly suggestive tone, she said, “I’ll ah... I’ll 

go ahead and close this door for you, in case you wanted to put your headphones on, and uh… 

spend a little time watching your new video…” She lingered, teasing me as I blushed and a river 

of pre-cum ran down my leg. Seriously, I’d never been this turned on and I was going to bust, 

Soon!

But, mercifully, after a few seconds, Mom kept her promise, and closed the door shut tight 

behind her. Once she was gone, I immediately stripped down and tried masturbating to the video 

she’d just made me, but I didn’t get past her playing with her tits before I fucking lost it and shot 

the hugest load of my life. 

The day had been an insane roller coaster of fear, and discovery, and lust. But the day wasn’t 

over yet, and a few hours later, Mom called me to dinner. Could it be that my adventures in teasing 

were about to continue.