My mother’s Onlyfan

When I discover that my mother is an OnlyFans model, she wants me to join her ... And I end up doing more than just filming her.
My name’s Lucia and I was nineteen years old. Working as a programmer could be lonely and frustrating. Whenever I got stuck, I’d usually go on Reddit and to check on all the nude girls making easy money out of OnlyFans. It was something I’d recently started doing. Prior to Reddit, I usually just went to Pornhub. I couldn’t help but feel pangs of jealousy. They had it all—bodies to die for, wealth and popularity. I wished I could also make easy money remotely. I wished I could wake up whenever I felt like without having to code for someone else. I also wished that I could make millions, but so far it had all been wishful thinking and broken dreams.

I had started to think that perhaps my expectations were set too high, and I needed to take one thing at a time. But how could I sit here in this miserable place for years and years to come? That was one of my biggest fears, but it didn’t seem I had any other choice but to keep going.

I went over my bookmarked websites, and I noticed all the explicit pages of mom-and-son porn. It was another fetish that started when I hit puberty but had just gotten stronger in the past years. I had always looked at my mother a bit differently. You couldn’t judge me for that one since she was a smoking-hot model. My mother was thirty-nine but didn’t look a day over twenty-five. Standing at six feet tall, she had dark blonde hair and blue eyes deep enough to drown in. She was almost an exact copy of any fitness babe on Instagram but honed with physical fitness. A subtle four-pack was scarcely visible between her top and yoga shorts which she absolutely loved to wear. She was often seen without a trace of makeup since it wasn’t needed on her flawless face. Her boobs were still round, firm and defied gravity at all odds. She maintained a healthy lifestyle, from yoga to a diet free from processed food. The result was a body that made any woman green with envy.

She was a bit secretive about her work life. I knew she did some sort of modeling and made a bank out of it. I’d jerked off to her many times before and even dreamed of engaging in all kinds of sexual acts with her. It made me question whether I was sane or not. Something told me I was going insane after this stressful job as a coder.

I took off my headphones and tossed them on the keyboard. I didn’t want to think of my failures and broken dreams. I just wanted a moment of pleasure by myself.

I pulled down my underwear, freeing my cock which swayed side to side and struck the table. I stood at least a foot away from it, but it was so big it reached the table anyway. I looked at my erection wide-eyed, tracing the throbbing vein that led up to the cut, purple crown with a drop of precum at the tip. When I stood here fully nude, I could then look down. It was a beast, to say the least, as thick as a Coke bottle and so long it reached my knee. It was even bigger than every male adult actor I knew of.

Whenever I watched some porn, I dreamed of being able to work like that. And it had been tempting to send out some resumes. I knew adult companies did everything that they could do to find a big cock. I’d even checked the pay on forums, and it paid better than coding. I was just a bit insecure since even if I was well-equipped, I lacked the experience. I’d never even had sex in my life and definitely wouldn’t last longer than a minute.

I slowly reached for my shaft as scenes with my mother flashed through my mind. My heart rate accelerated, and it was so thrilling to do something I shouldn’t be doing.

I shook my head and started questioning if this incest fetish was the root cause of my downfall. I pulled the curtains aside and aimed my eyes back at the computer screen. Maybe I should just find some nude girls instead of watching mom-and-son porn. Maybe I was taking this a bit too far, dreaming about my hot relatives while masturbating. I needed to stay focused, and I couldn’t let anything throw me off balance.

Plopping down on my chair, I went back to Reddit and scrolled through the girls promoting their OnlyFans pages. I found a woman advertising as a MILF, and she caught my eye. She was stunning, tall, dark blonde, a subtle four-pack, gravity-defying breasts and … It was my mother. My jaw slowly dropped inch by inch, and my eyes widened to saucers as I watched my own mother in lingerie.

“No. Fucking. Way,” I mouthed and stared in disbelief. I froze and turned as rigid as a lamppost. I didn’t know how long it took till I woke up, but when I did, I refreshed the page and zoomed in with both the cursor and my eyes. The bra, adorned with floral lace patterns, cradled her bosom, enhancing her beauty while providing a lift. A matching lace thong adorned her hips, its minimalist design teasingly revealing her sun-drenched skin. The lingerie emphasized her figure which seemed sculpted by an artist. Her dark blonde hair spilled over her shoulders and waist, erotically veiling parts of her gorgeous body. She aimed her sparkling, blue eyes at the camera. It was my mother. Why was I surprised? She was a model after all.

I clicked on the link leading to her OnlyFans page, seeing the title A lonely Milf with a sex addiction. I read the title silently for myself again and was about to jizz in my pants. The sub***********ion was ten bucks a month, and my eyes darted to my debit card. My cock stirred and kept bonking at the table. It had never acted that way before, and I needed to tame it sooner than later. I closed my eyes and questioned what to do. I knew I would never be able to sleep if I didn’t check her out, but I told myself earlier not to jack off to any mom and son porn. And now, I was about to do the unthinkable—jacking off to my own mother.

“Screw it,” I said and reached for my card. I punched in the numbers and smashed the subscribe button. It was loading, and even if I had a supercomputer, it felt like an eternity as my eyes were glued onto the screen. The only thing pushing me apart from the screen was my massive erection. My temperature spiked, and finally, I saw my mother in a doggy position, her cheeks as smooth as nectarine, and her pussy pink as strawberries. She twisted her neck to look at the camera, and I scrolled down as sweat soaked my shirt. I leaned forward and gazed at her as if I’d discovered a treasure.

“She looks a thousand times better nude,” I mouthed. If you are interested send a Dm to my email. [email protected]