Mom's WeChat group
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I wasn't supposed to see it. Mom's phone, unlocked on the kitchen counter—a mirror selfie in black lace, her "After Dark Society" group chat blowing up with creampie vids and gangbang confessions. Vivienne—that was her handle. My straight-laced teacher mom, spilling secrets to sluts like Rain, Mei, and the Sterling twins.
Curiosity? Or something darker? I created Celeste. Fake wife, fake pics. Infiltrated her world. Watched her evolve from heartbroken widow to cock-hungry queen, drugging hubby fantasies turning real while Dad rotted in prison for embezzlement.
Months in: her posts got filthier. "Fucked my son's classmate in his bed while he slept." Wyatt, my neighbor buddy. Then Aunt Rina caught me jerking to it all—blackmailed me into her fist in a beach stall, popping my cherry while Mom rode the resort manager live on iPad.
Now? Penthouse bound, wrists tied. Mom—Lauren—smirks down. "Knew it was you, baby. Punishment? Watch Mommy get triple-teamed. Then... everything's yours."
Her phone dings. Three studs at the door. "Loves seeing holes wrecked, boys. Make my pervert son beg."
No escape. The line's crossed. I'm not her son anymore—I'm her audience. And I crave the show.
Curiosity? Or something darker? I created Celeste. Fake wife, fake pics. Infiltrated her world. Watched her evolve from heartbroken widow to cock-hungry queen, drugging hubby fantasies turning real while Dad rotted in prison for embezzlement.
Months in: her posts got filthier. "Fucked my son's classmate in his bed while he slept." Wyatt, my neighbor buddy. Then Aunt Rina caught me jerking to it all—blackmailed me into her fist in a beach stall, popping my cherry while Mom rode the resort manager live on iPad.
Now? Penthouse bound, wrists tied. Mom—Lauren—smirks down. "Knew it was you, baby. Punishment? Watch Mommy get triple-teamed. Then... everything's yours."
Her phone dings. Three studs at the door. "Loves seeing holes wrecked, boys. Make my pervert son beg."
No escape. The line's crossed. I'm not her son anymore—I'm her audience. And I crave the show.


