After my divorce, my son has been the only man in my life who truly cared about me. He buys me flowers on Valentine’s Day. He takes me out to dinner on Mother’s Day. He is kind and sweet and to me, my son is the most handsome man in the world.

One time he even brought me lingeries for me to wear and asked me to parade myself in front of him. I was very embarrassed and I told him that it was inappropriate for him to give his mother intimate clothing as gifts, but he insisted that it was totally harmless because he wanted “mommy to look beautiful and sexy”. I was very touched by his words and I ended up wearing the lingerie for my son. It was a set of purple bra and thong tied together with spindly strings and when I put it on, I found to my horror that the thong was crotchless. In fact the fabric made my pussy lips protrude outward and the bra was transparent and made my nipples stand out. I was extremely embarrassed but my son told me: “You look so sexy, mom”, which made me feel so good about myself and I ended up wearing it for my son, even walking around the house wearing it.

I often walked around naked in front of my son and so it was no big deal but the lingerie made me feel even more naked than wearing nothing at all, if that was possible.

This was just the beginning of how our relationship evolved. One day I complained of back pain and my son offered to give me a massage. I lay on my back completely naked while my son got on top of me and massaged my back. It felt so good! And I moaned in pleasure as my son pounded on my back, my thighs, my ass, and my shoulders with massive powerful hands.

Afterward it became a daily routine. My son gave me a full body massage every night before bed. He used those opportunities to teasingly spank my ass, fondle my breasts, and on several occasions even tried to finger my pussy. I didn’t stop him because I felt, well, “boys will always be boys,” and being a horny 18 year old, he needed his access to a female, I rationalized to myself.

When he came back from college for Thanksgiving, I wanted to do something special for him. I’m very lonely and I live by myself, and I feel so happy to see my son, and so I put on the lingerie my son brought for me, cooked dinner for him, and had a few glasses of wine. I brushed my son’s brown blonde hair and I asked him if he has had a girlfriend yet and he said no, which broke my heart, because I think my son is the most handsome man in the world and I was so heartbroken that he was still a virgin. I massaged my son’s shoulders and I hugged him, showing him all the affection that a lover would.

Then after dinner he said that he has been interested in photography, and in fact he was enrolled in some art class where one of his projects was taking nude photos of women, but he had trouble finding nude models, and he asked me if I was willing to do it.

My son has been so nice and caring to me. He is the love of my life. I just can’t say no to him. I wanted to support him in all his endeavors. And that was what I always told him. “Mommy will always support you no matter what you do.” And that was what I did.

I stripped for my son. Completely naked from head to toe, I stepped in front of the Nikon camera which cost 7000 dollars, and I posed for my son. I tried my best to be as sexy as possible, and over the course of several months, he had taken thousands of photos of me which he exhibited and shared with his friends, classmates, professors, and, a few times, even a public audience.

It also turned me on as well knowing so many people were admiring my naked body, and I felt I was doing something that was genuinely fun and interesting.

At first it was just nude photography, where I stripped naked and posed for my son in stylized postures, like squatting on the floor, raising my legs over my head, or getting on all fours and arching my back to show off my bare ass.

Then the poses became more erotic as we took more photos. I started to spread my legs wide apart, showing my gaping pussy and ass for the camera. I also started to pose with sexually-implied objects like holding a cucumber or a banana, etc.

After that my son took me out to forests where I stripped naked and posed in nature. There were in fact a few pictures of me pissing in a dessert and my son took the photo of me pissing from the bottom up. The stream of urine was forming an arc coming out of my pussy and that picture actually won some awards at his school.

But it didn’t stop there. As I became more comfortable, my son became more emboldened and started to task me with more sexually explicit projects. In one photoshoot, I was asked to sit on a dildo. In another set, I wore a collar and a leash while presenting a whip to the viewer. I was embarrassed, but the photos of me looked so hot and I was having fun, and as my son became more and more skilled, his audience also grew and I began to take gigs with other photographers as well.

One time I accepted a gig with a man who was interested in doing bondage photoshoot. I was tied up, suspended, and then when my son heard about it, he was somewhat angry with me, because I had never done any bondage photoshoot with him. To appease my son, I decided to do the same with my son.

But it didn’t stop there. Once my son had me tied up, he didn’t immediately proceed to the shoot. Instead, he used the opportunity to humiliate me. He used the leather belt to hit on my bare buttocks and asked me if I was his obedient slut. Then he used his fingers to prod inside my pussy until I was dripping wet.