How I Became a Taboo Online Stepmom — Part 3

Part 3 — The First Thing That Popped Up

### Note: All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older ###

“Oh honey,” I said with the best reassuring voice. “It’s okay. Do you, ah, you know. Have a problem down there, maybe?”

“Ah, what?” he said, trying to fake ignorance.

“Oh, honey,” I said. “It’s okay if you need to adjust yourself down there.”

“Ah, huh?” he said again, keeping with the ignorance defense.

For a second I forgot the video was still recording. But also I realized that this type of ad-lib banter was what we were going for. So I pushed it a bit more than I would have.

“Oh come on silly,” I said. “I know it’s a bit of a catch-22. And if we’re going to do this, we should probably get it out there. I mean, yes, I’m your mom. But yes, I’m playing the role of a MILF in front of you. So a part of you. The primitive part is likely going to get ah, I don’t know, get kind of, all worked up in a way? I mean, you know. An erection.”

There, I said it. Ewwww.

“Mom! Haha. NO WAY!” is all he could come up with. I didn’t really know if he was playing for the camera or what, but something told me that this was making for some good video.

“I’m just saying it’s okay honey,” I told him. “It’s okay. It happens. It’s natural, right?”

“Yeah, well,” he said and trailed off. “It’s embarrassing, alright? I mean, really. I didn’t want it to get like that. But I mean, it has a mind of its own sometimes. I’m sorry, mom. I mean, really. I’m not sick, and this is so embarrassing. I’m sorry.”

The mother part of me felt for him. My poor son. The other part of me was wondering how his confession would sound on the video.

“Honey, if you are saying you have an erection, it’s okay.” I kept going. Even I figured we could edit out any of the content of the video that seemed duplicated as we selected the best version.

“Mom!” He said now trying not to let out an embarrassed giggle. “It sounds so gross when you say it like that.”

I decided to play it up a bit for the camera.

“What? Erection?”

“Mom!” He said giggling and looking away.

“Would you rather I say something else, like hard-on?”

“NO!” he said, trying to stop giggling.

“Hmm, how about boner?”

He just kept giggling.

“Would stiffy be better?”

I decided he had enough of the joking around.

“Honey, I don’t mind,” I tell him and the camera with my best loving mom voice. “I’ll try not to stare at any little bulge you might have down there, okay?”

“Mom!” he said as if offended. “It’s not little.”

Oh my, I laugh to myself. I didn’t mean to insult him.

“Oh, sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to imply it was little. I just mean that I will try not to stare at any bulge you might have down there no matter how big it might be.”

“Can we get back to the video?” I said impatiently.

Okay, okay, he is right. I try to remember what I was supposed to be doing before the topic of his erection came up. Of course all I could do was stare. I would look away, but damn it. There my eyes went right back down at it.

A question formed in my mind. It was one of those questions that I would never in a million years ask him outright, but playing to the camera seemed to give me both a licenses and the motivation.

“Honey,” I started with a smile. “Does me looking at your erection help or hurt?”

“What?”

“I mean, does me looking at your hard-on make it, harder?”

“Mom!” he said socked, but at the same time trying not to laugh. God, this was going to probably be great for the video.

“I mean, well, honey. I think it’s getting bigger?”

“Mom! Can we just drop it. You’re the star here. No one cares about me.”

And then something occurred to me. What if we got part of him in the video? Not his face, but just his bottom half. I mean think of the headline we could give that video. Mom gives son boner or such. If what my son said was correct about what the perves on the Internet want, then that should be right up their alley. So I quickly planned this out in my head. My son was wearing sweatpants. I would play off that.

“Hmm, I don’t know honey. I think maybe we should show them.”

“What!”

“I mean really. It’s all we have been talking about. Let’s show them.”

“We are not going to show me.” He said.

“Oh come on honey. I mean look at me. If I can be on camera like this, then you can show off a little of you. I mean just for a second. You’re not even showing any skin.”

“Mom, really! Can we just keep this about you?”

“Nope! I said with a smile. No more of me until you show our audience what we’re talking about that is happening in your pants.”

“In my pants? Ewww, mom! Be serious, okay.”

“Yes, honey, show the camera. I mean I think it’s rude of us to talk about something and not show the viewers what we’re talking about. I mean some of them are going to think I’m some sicko pretending my son has a boner.”

God, did I just say that? I give him a few seconds to respond. Nothing…

“Show it, honey, I dare you.” There, perhaps the challenge approach will work.

“Fine,” he said, half defeated as he pointed the camera down to his erection trying to escape his sweatpants. I looked over at the monitor that was mirroring the camera, and sure enough, there it was. No disputing it.

“There, happy?” my son said after a few more seconds. I felt a bit bad for him because he was really excited. I mean I’m not playing around by saying that. He was all dressed up and really hoping to find a place to go.

“Honey, I’m sorry,” I said, trying to stop giggling. A part of me was a bit surprised by how excited he seemed to be. A part of me was flattered. A part of me felt guilty for doing this to him. There is no way I would have pressed this issue normally. But we both agreed to do this. Plus if any of this looked too embarrassing when we re-watched it, we would just delete it, and no one else would ever know.

He pointed the camera back to me.

“There, see what I mean?” I tell the camera. “I guess this is were we should end the video as my son clearly needs to go have some, well, private time.”

“Mom!” he said in protest. “Private time? No! What does that even mean? Can we just get on with the video?”

Sensing that this is making good video, I press on.

“Well, private time honey,” I say with a knowing smile. “You know, masturbate.” I said the masturbate word in a whisper as if to illustrate it. I really was flirting with the camera at this point.

“Ewww, mom! NO!”

“Honey, it’s okay. I thought that maybe you would feel better, you know. I’m just trying to help.”

“Mom! NO! It will be okay.”

“Oh honey,” I said with a sigh. “It’s okay to be good to yourself. I bet it would feel really good.”

“Ewwww! Seriously mom. Please stop.”

“Okay okay, I’ll stop.” I said, giving into his protests.

I look at the camera and try not to see my son’s erection at the bottom of my visual spectrum. I burst out laughing again.

“Mom, come on!” he said, frustrated with my lack of professionalism.

“Honey! I’m sorry,” I say, trying to stop my giggling. “But it’s pointing right at me.”

“Mom! I thought you said you didn’t mind.”

“I don’t mind honey, and I’m trying not to look. But still, it’s looking right at me.”

“I can try to stand sidewise,” my son said and true to his word, moved ninety degrees to his right. Of course, this really made his hardon stand out more than ever.

“Honey!” I said giggling. “That’s even worse!”

“Oh, ah, sorry mom.”

And then I had an idea…

### End of Part 3 ###