Sexting My Mother's Fiancé

Anonymous Video Call

-Veronica Langford-

I was still trying to process the fact that my mom was engaged and was contemplating marriage to Joshua, the same man I couldn't seem to stop thinking about. I had no one to talk to about it and I couldn't even tell my dad. He had to hear it from her.

My phone chimed on my study table and I got up from my bed to get it. It was an i********: notification, a text from my sext buddy.

-Hey gorgeous. You didn’t reply to my previous texts. I have been thinking about you and that p***y all night-

I fell into my bed and typed a short reply.

-Hey, I’m so sorry I didn’t reply. I was caught up in my family drama-

-I guess that makes the two of us. Do you wanna talk about it?-

My hands hovered over my keyboard as I thought about his request. I mean he was a complete stranger that I knew nothing about, but didn't that make it better? The fact that he didn't know me made him the perfect person to talk to, since he wasn't going to tell anyone and, besides, I didn't really have a choice. It’s not like I had someone else to talk to.

-Well, my mom’s on her way to getting remarried, and I don't know if he’s the right one for her- I typed back

Plus, I'm also insanely attracted to him

The three dots appeared on my screen signaling that he was typing before his message popped up on my screen.

-I think you should just trust your mom’s choice and support her decision. Meanwhile, how about I take your mind off your troubles-

I knew exactly what he meant by taking my mind off my troubles and I bit my lip

-And how do you want to do that?- I typed back, pretty eager to hear what he had to say

-I’m glad you asked, darling- his message read, and I could practically feel the grin behind his words.

-Why don’t you start by imagining my fingers trailing down your body, slowly, until they reach the spot where you’re aching for attention?-

I bit my lip, feeling myself getting turned on already. I closed my eyes and took off my top and then my bra, discarding them on the floor. I reclined into my bed, but then I sprang up and walked over to my door. I turned the key in the keyhole, locking the door. I didn't want my mom to walk in on me like last time.

Before getting on my bed, I took off my shorts, leaving me in nothing but my panties. I ran my hands from my stomach till I got to my boobs. I swirled my right n****e between my thumb and my index finger and the pleasure shot through my body

My fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment before I responded.

-You’re already making me wet- I replied, my hands massaging my n****e.

-I bet you are. Now, slip your hand under your shorts. Feel how wet you are for me. Imagine it’s my fingers stroking you, teasing you.-

A sharp breath escaped from my lips as I did exactly what he asked, sliding my hand down my panties. I opened my legs wider, feeling the heat and sticky wetness between my thighs. A soft moan escaped my lips as my fingers started to move against my c**t, slowly rubbing it in circles

-That’s it. Tell me how good it feels, baby.-

-It feels so f*****g good- I typed back. -I’m so wet, I can’t stop.-

-Don’t stop. Keep going. Think about me between your legs, tasting you, making you come undone I can imagine pulling your hair back while you bite your lip, eyes on me, begging for more.-

I moaned again, louder this time, the vivid image of him between my legs making my body tremble. I had never seen him before, but I imagined him to be devilishly handsome and muscular. My hand rubbed my c**t faster, and I felt my insides water up. I wanted more.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through my mind, something daring. I glanced at the camera icon on my phone and smirked to myself. I wanted to take this up a notch.

Without thinking twice, I set my phone on the bed, making sure to keep my face out of the frame. I slid my panties down, the cool air hitting my skin as I pressed record. My fingers found their way back to my c**t, and I touched myself just like he asked, feeling the pleasure build higher and higher.

A soft whimper escaped my lips as I went lower and found my hole, I slipped a finger in and the heat made my n*****s erect. I pushed my finger in and out slowly at first and then I slowly increased my pace. The pleasure I was feeling made my toes curl up as I moaned unintelligible words, the camera catching every bit of it. My moans, breathless and needy, the sound echoing in the room.

Without withdrawing my hands from my p***y, I stopped the recording, biting my lip as I sent the ten-second video to him. It felt bold, reckless even, but I was too far gone to care.

The dots appeared instantly as he typed a response, and my heart raced in anticipation. Then the three dots disappeared, and I stared at my phone, awaiting his reply for more than a minute, but he didn't text back

Did I go too far? I was about to delete the video and apologize when his reply came in.

-f**k, baby, that was so hot. Your moans are driving me crazy. I need to see more.-

I grinned to myself, feeling a sudden feeling of sastifaction and sexiness. Before I could even type a response, a video from him popped up on my screen.

My curiosity got the better of me, and I clicked play. The background looked like he was in a toilet sitting on a toilet seat.

He was shirtless and had his pants pulled down just a little bit below his waist. His abs were just as glorious as I had imagined them to be, flexing with every movement.

His d**k stood proudly, thick and hard, the veins ran along his length and I couldn't help but watch with my mouth agape as he stroked himself, his hand moving rhythmically as he groaned out loud.

His breathing was ragged, and the sounds he made were enough to make me drip

-Do you see how hard you’re making me? I can’t stop thinking about that sweet p***y of yours.- he texted under the video

I was practically drooling as I kept replaying the video over and over again, sliding two fingers into my dripping pussy

-I have an idea- he texted and before I could reply, a call came into my phone. It was a video call from him

What the f**k? Did he want to see my face?

Hell no. I wasn't answering that. The whole point of sexting him was to remain anonymous. My hands hovered over the red button about to press reject when his message notification came to the top of the screen

–baby you’re driving me crazy. Just pick up the call, you don't have to show your face. I won't show mine either. I just want to hear those moans and see that beautiful, wet p***y up close and live-

My finger hovered over the screen, heart pounding in my chest as I debated whether to pick up the call. Everything about this felt so wrong, so risky, but I was too turned on to think straight. I wanted it. Needed it.

Screw it.

I swiped to accept the video call, my heart racing as his side of the screen flickered to life. Just like he promised, there was no face.

The camera focused solely on his body, his intoxicating body, his hand wrapped tightly around his d**k, stroking himself slowly at first. The sounds of his heavy breathing filled my room through the speakers, deep and raspy, sending shivers down my spine.

My phone was already angled so that the camera only caught my lower half, keeping my face hidden. I spread my legs wider, my fingers immediately diving between them for my p***y, already slick and needy from our earlier exchange.

Neither of us said a word. We didn’t need to. The only sounds were his groans, and my soft moans.

My fingers rubbed furiously against my c**t in small circles, imagining it was him, his hand, his mouth, touching me in all the ways I craved as I had already made a face for him in my head

I watched as his hand moved faster, his c**k glistening with pre-c*m, the sight of it making me whimper with need. I slipped a finger inside myself, my back arching off the bed as the pressure intensified, my toes curling with every thrust.

“Uhhhhhhh” I whispered breathlessly. He groaned in response and the sound pushed me even closer to the edge.

He paused for a while and stopped stroking himself like he had seen something. I was sure he didn't see my face because it wasn't in the frame. Was this boring for him, did I do something wrong?

I was pleasuring myself too much to care as I kept fingering myself. His hands started moving again, stroking himself faster now and the wet, slick noises from our organs filled my room.

I added a second finger in my p***y, thrusting in and out of myself while my thumb rubbed circles against my c**t. The combination had me trembling

His moans grew louder, more desperate, and I could tell he was close too. I cupped my boobs massaging it as I felt every muscle in my body tighten. I thrusted even faster, my legs shaking with pleasure as I struggled to balance my breathing.

I felt like I was going to pee, and he always said, whenever I felt that way, I was close, so I didn't stop. I kept rubbing my c**t and thrusting two fingers into my p***y in a swift, relentless motion, curling them to hit my g-spot

A strangled moan ripped from my throat, my body convulsing as I came, splashing my screen. I slipped my wet fingers out, and I heard him groan loudly, his voice rough and low as white semen erupted out of his d**k, running from his tip down his fingers which were still gripping his d**k.

The sound of his release was enough to send another shiver through me, even as I was coming down from the high. I kept the camera on him for a few moments longer, watching his hand slow as he finished, the muscles in his stomach flexing with every breath.

Then, without saying a word, he ended the call.

My heart was still racing, my skin flushed from the intensity of it all. That was amazing. I should feel ashamed or kind of guilty but instead, I grabbed my phone and texted him, replaying the sound of his moans in my head, while waiting for his reply