Taking Mom to the Movies

[neerathemall]

After cleaning the dishes and vacuuming the carpet, Karen went to her son's room to do his laundry. She pulled off the pillow case on his bed, and when she grabbed the blanket, she saw something that left her as speechless as the day she caught her son masturbating: There was a photo of her underneath his blanket.
'What's this doing here?' she thought to herself.
It was a photo of her in a one-piece bathing suit from a summer vacation they had two years ago. The picture itself was from a photo album which she kept in the closet in the hallway. But what was it doing on his bed?
A realization came over her. When she vacuumed his room a moment earlier, she had picked a few pieces of used tissue paper off the floor and threw them in the trash.
'Oh god,' she gasped. 'Was my son thinking about me?'
Karen felt torn. She felt disgusted and betrayed that her son could do such a thing with her picture. But on the other hand, she couldn't be mad at him because a few months ago, she had watched him masturbate and then she fantasized about him afterwards. The thought of her son masturbating to her picture made her feel inexplicably naughty, but in a good way. She even felt flattered by it.
Almost without thinking, Karen walked to her room to grab an even more private photo of herself which she hid in a drawer. It was a rare picture of her in a small bikini at a pool party with close friends.
She went back to her son's room and tucked it neatly under his blanket for him to 'use' later.
***
The rest of the day was as usual. She did her work, cooked, had dinner with her son, and watched tv before calling it a night. Also as usual, Karen ended her day by washing up and putting on her flannel pajamas before heading to bed. But when she exited her bathroom, she saw her son walking towards her bedroom. And by the look on his face, he had something important to say.
"Mom... Were you... did you clean my room today?" he asked uncomfortably, standing in her room.
"Of course I did," she replied casually, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. "Your room didn't just clean itself, you know."
"I know that. But my bed... did you..."
She softly smiled, "If you're referring to the picture left under your blanket, then don't worry, it wasn't a ghost that put it there -- I did."
"Am I missing something?" he asked. "I mean, shouldn't you be mad at me? Aren't you upset at all?"
"I'll answer your question on one condition," she replied.
"What's that?"
"I want you to tell me why you were using my picture. And I want an honest answer."
"Is this necessary?"
She nodded. "It's necessary if you want me to answer your question. Don't worry, I'm not judging you for this. Answer truthfully."
"I don't know. There's nothing else to use around here."
"Wrong answer. We have cable tv and the internet. Now tell me why you were using my picture."
He paused for a moment. "Fine. Being completely honest here, I've always thought of you as being my ideal woman. You're smart, classy, caring, and you're really really sexy. I know you're my mom and everything, but that's just how I feel."
"That's very sweet of you to say," she replied, feeling genuinely touched by his words.
"Now it's your turn. Why did you leave your bikini picture in my room?"
She sighed, "Since you were so open and honest, here it goes; I've always been excited by the thought of a man pleasuring himself. Don't ask me why, but it just gets me going. Your father rarely ever let me watch him masturbate, and on the rare occasions he did, it would only be for a quick few seconds and he would laugh before stopping. Then a few months ago, I saw you... you know..."
"You caught me jerking off?