"Honestly, Daphna, you won't believe what these kids are into these days."

It was a lazy afternoon at work, and Hila was telling me about her ghastly discovery: her son watches porn. She'd always had a penchant for the dramatic, but it was going into overdrive right now. I mean, yeah, people watch porn; it's a healthy habit. If I recall correctly, there were many a nights her bed would be squeaking loudly at 3am when we used to be roommates.

"C'mon, let the boy have his fun. He's not a kid anymore."

"That's not the point! It's the type of stuff he's watching. Brutal, rough stuff, Daphna. Honestly, it scares me."

She sipped her lemonade, talking a big gulp.

"Heaven forbid he ever gets a girlfriend. I hope he doesn't think that's what sex is really like!"

"Ron's not seeing anyone? I sometimes worry about Omri too. I mean, he's a good kid, but he spends so much time at home and in his room. Things haven't been ideal since his dad died, but it's been years now.".

Omri was worlds apart. Straight A student, polite, athletic, caring. Or at least he was. It had been tough losing his father, and he hadn't been his cheerful self for the past 3 years. We would spend hours talking about nothing whatsoever, but now I'd be lucky to get two sentences out of him. He was still my angel, but something switched inside him when his dad had a stroke, and I was having a tough time getting him out of his shell.

I reached home early that day—thank the traffic gods. Usually Omri would be home by the time I get in, but I beat him to it today. He would then make dinner and fix me a plate for when I got home. I really lucked out with this kid, I thought. My mind flashed back to my conversation with Hila, and curiosity got the better of me. Omri insists on cleaning his own room, so I hadn't actually been inside for months. I opened the door slowly. I'm not sure what I was expecting exactly, but the room was honestly tidier than mine.

"What are you thinking, Daphna? Stop," I muttered to myself.

I am not pulling a Hila. I shut the door and went to the kitchen and started making dinner.

Omri got home a few hours later and was rather surprised to see me.

"Hey, mom."

"Hey, honey. I've made your favourite tonight - chicken pie! How about we have dinner together for a change today?" I already knew the answer. Or so I thought.

"Sure, mom." And with that, he headed to his room without another word.

I almost started to cry. My baby boy was finally opening up again. Well, not entirely, but this was a huge step! I fixed up two plates, poured myself a glass of wine, and sat in front of the TV, hunting for something interesting to watch.

Omri came in moments later and sat next to me. I couldn't help but smile. It had been far too long.

"Mom, you look goofy. Stop," he mumbled, rolling his eyes.

"Honey, you don't know how happy I am right now. I can't help it!" I chuckled, giving him a big hug. He blushed a little. He was still my cute little angel.

We watched a documentary, mostly in silence, but occasionally I'd ask about school, his friends, and any girls he was interested in. He told me the girls in his school were so boring, and he was probably more interested in some of the teachers. I wasn't surprised. Omri always had crushes of teachers, even as early as Nursery. It was adorable how he'd try to get their attention with flowers and poems. At parent-teacher meetings, his teachers would always call him the cute little charmer of the class. I was glad that hadn't changed, but somehow I doubted this new Omri was being as assertive and his old stuff. But right now I was just happy to hear him speak.

After finishing dinner, we sat a while longer. All of a sudden my phone buzzed. It was Hila, checking in, asking about Omri. I was eager to share my progress. I turned on the camera in selfie mode.

"Omri, say cheese!"

He looked at the camera and gave a subtle smile. The subtleness was exaggerated by the huge grin on my face—I was beaming. I sent it to Hila and set my phone down.

"I'll wash up, honey. You sit and watch. Oh, and I love you!" I gave him a kiss on the forehead and another tight hug before taking the plates to the kitchen.

When I returned an hour later, Omri was nowhere to be seen. It was getting late. I went to grab my phone and noticed it was unlocked. Strange, but I was too exhausted to dwell on it.

As I headed for my room, I heard some strange sounds coming from Omri's room. Was he grunting? Suddenly I realised what it was and blushed. For the second time that day, I  remembered my conversation with Hila, and considered peeking just to see what my son was into. But then I remembered I'm not a creep, and went to bed.

The next morning I felt like complete shit. My mind tried to make sense of it before realising that the wine I had last night was from a bottle I had opened several weeks ago. That explained the funky taste. I quickly called my boss to let him know I wouldn't make it in today and went back to sleep.

I woke up again midday, feeling a little better. I headed to the kitchen to make some breakfast—I was starving. I reheated some leftovers from last night and sat on the couch. While eating, I suddenly noticed Omri's door was wide open. How odd. I couldn't remember the last time he left his room door open. My angel was getting sloppy, I thought.

I finished the leftovers and headed to his room. Stepping inside, everything was certainly very well organised, and not a speck of dust to be found. My motherly curiosity was getting the better of me. Curse you Hila. I sat on his gaming chair. This chair had set me back a fair penny, but I could see the appeal now; it was THE most comfortable chair I'd ever sat on. I twirled it towards the computer screen, and hit the space bar. I was greeted by a login screen. "Damn!" I thought. So close. I made several attempts to guess it. "Password123". "TheWitcher3". "Rex2002". What could it be? Then I tried Daphna121, and bam, I was in.

"Awww, this boy really is the sweetest thing in the world." My birthday was on the 1st of December!

I was still reeling at the adorable password when the desktop background came on. It was a family photo of us at the beach, but it looked like his dad had been cropped out. My scowl softened once I realised how difficult it must be to see his father's face still.

My attention was then drawn to my own figure—this was probably the best shape I had been in my whole life. After giving birth to Omri naturally, my body had succumbed to the usual pregnancy fat. For several years after, I worked hard to get back in shape, culminating in this beach visit. My gaze now wondered to the mirror in the corner of the room. I stood up and took a look at myself now. I was certainly a little older, and a little chubbier, far from my prime. But it wasn't all bad. The extra weight meant I had gained larger breasts and thighs, and I never had a problem attracting the men.

"Stop getting distracted, Daphna!"

I turned back and sat in front of the computer.

"What are you into, Omri?"

First I opened up his browser and checked his history. Nothing suspicious, some homework help searches, some game guide searches. Either he doesn't watch porn, or he knows how to cover his tracks. I gave him the benefit of the doubt, and was about to shut down, when I noticed a folder on his desktop titled "M". I double clicked it to find various family photos, mostly of the two of us. How sweet I thought, my little angel still loves his mom. Some of these pictures I hadn't even seen in years, so I decided to email them to myself. When I hit CTRL+A to select all the files, I received a notification that there were hidden files.

"Bingo!" I said aloud. This is probably where he's hiding his stash. I quickly revealed hidden files via settings. There was now a folder titled "tr1b5". Odd name for a porn folder, I thought. I double clicked the folder, and suddenly wished I hadn't.

The screen was now filled with several video preview icons, all of which had two commonalities: a penis and the photo of a face. This did not seem like regular porn. I double clicked one of the icons, and a video began to play. It was a video of someone stroking their dick in front of a picture of a woman I didn't recognise. She was older, with glasses and blonde hair. Her face was displayed on an iPad I thought I recognised.

As I searched my memory, the guy jerking off exploded. I was caught slightly offguard. There were at least 10 spurts by my count and each one landed on her face. By the end, it was almost difficult to see her face behind all the thick jizz. The video ended shortly afterwards.

I was more confused than anything. Who was this guy? Who was the lady in the photo? Why was he filming himself jerking off to her? Why did Omri have this on his computer? I watched another, and then another. The woman was the same, but the photo was different every time.

As I watched a few more, a sudden realisation made me gasp. This was the iPad I had bought Omri last Christmas! I stood up and began searching the room, looking for conclusive evidence that this was the same tablet. I found it. Under his pillow was the same iPad from the videos. Again, I was greeted with a password input screen. It was four numbers this time, and I unlocked it first try with 1201. I'm good at this hacking stuff, I thought.

I clicked on the Photos app without wasting any time. Nothing. Literally zero photos. Peculiar. I then clicked on Recently Deleted, and jackpot! There they were. Various photos of this older woman. There were several others too, but I didn't recognise any of them.

Except one.

As I scrolled down, I recognised one of them as Omri's teacher from High School. And suddenly it hit me like a tsunami. That wasn't "some guy" jerking off to these photos. It was my own son.

I felt a little sick. My innocent boy was filming himself jerking off to photos of these women. Some of whom may be his teachers. I thought back to what he said yesterday, and it made me even more nauseous. Had I really raised such a deviant? I'd always thought the crushes were innocent, but evidently not. I went back to the computer. I wanted to know how long he'd been doing this...this... disgusting act.

And then, as I scrolled further down, my jaw dropped. His latest video. I double clicked on it because I couldn't believe my eyes. But there it was. My son, stood over a photo of me, his own mother, and was furiously jerking off. This time however, instead of the iPad, my photo was printed out. I recognised it. It was my face from the selfie I had taken last night, with his face cropped out. This was really not helping with my sickness. I couldn't bear to watch it till the end, I was utterly disgusted. His own mother. Why? I hid the folder and left his computer exactly how I'd found it. I headed to my bed and collapsed.

I woke up a few hours later. My nausea had subsided, and I decided to get started on dinner. On my way to the kitchen, I noticed I had left Omri's door open, and went to shut it. As I did, I looked at his computer, and thought I'd never get a chance like this again. I took a seat on his gaming chair and turned on his computer. I browsed to the same hidden folder, determined to watch THAT video: it was my motherly duty. I thought, I hoped, maybe he wasn't able to cum, knowing its his mother. I restarted the video and watched my own son jerking off to a picture of his mother. My heart skipped at that thought. Huh, that was a strange sensation.

I ignored it and continued watching. Within moments I saw his dick start to convulse and spurting cum EVERYWHERE. Unlike the other videos, despite his aim, a lot of the shots landed on the towel underneath the photo. This was way more than the ten or so spurts I had counted in the other videos. Did his mother make him extra horny? Once his grunting subsided, he zoomed, showing off my sodden face. Once the video ended, I noticed two photos next to it. One was a photo of the aftermath with the camera's flash turned on, the other without. He had taken photos of his mother's drenched face.

Suddenly, a question crossed my mind. This was a printout, meaning there had to be physical evidence. I looked in the small trash bin in his room. Empty. I looked in his computer desk draws. Still nothing. Maybe he burned it or took it with him to dispose of.

Then I opened his bedside drawer. What. The. Fuck. There it was. His print out of my face. I lifted it from the edges. The areas where his semen had landed had made the paper crusty, causing some discolouration on my face. It was revolting. I quickly put it back and left his room.

It was hard to stay focused while making dinner. What was I going to do? How would I confront him about this? Some googling revealed that this was called a cum tribute. It was supposed to show an appreciation for the woman bring tributed. Guys did this all over the Internet. But doing it for your mom? The incestuous brat. I dreamed up all the ways I could bring this up in conversation with him. How I could scold him. Or speak to him in a motherly manner. Or send him away. None of it would end well, I thought.

He walked in at his usual time. He was punctual if nothing else. To my surprise though, instead of going straight to his room, he came to the kitchen.

"Hey mom. What you making?"

I was caught a little offguard. He hadn't done this in years. Before his dad's passing, he'd always run to the kitchen after getting home from school, and sit and talk to me about his day. It was the cutest. But things had changed a lot since then. I starred at him for a few seconds,  searching his eyes for that boy jerking off to pictures of his teachers and his mom. I couldn't find him. He was still just my innocent, sweet boy.

"Mom, you're being weird again."

I snapped back into reality. "Sorry, hun. Making salmon and rice. Almost done."

"Sweet. Hey, you wanna have dinner together again?"

The nerve, I thought. Jerking off to his own mother's selfie from last night, and now he wants to have dinner with me. Then again, I didn't want to discourage him now that he was coming out of his shell a little bit.

"Sure sweetie. Go freshen up."

As he left, I realised I still didn't have a plan of action. What was I going to do with this boy?

Dinner went by without incident. We made brief chit-chat about my state in the morning, and how I was likely to be taking another day off tomorrow. Of course I didn't mention it was his antics that made things worse.

"You have to take better care of yourself mom. Should I stay home tomorrow and make you some chicken soup?".

I thought I was the mother. How cute.

"I'll be fine. I just need some shut-eye." And with that, I passed out on the couch.

I was woken up hours later by the sound of a phone camera click.

"Shit!" Omri whispered to himself.

I could still hear the TV was on and the light softly struck my eyelids. I kept my eyes shut, unsure what was happening. Was he taking photos of me sleeping?? After a few minutes, the TV was turned off, and I heard Omri walking to his room, and shut his door. I got up instantly and slowly creeped towards his door, putting my ear on it. Nothing. Then just as I was about to leave, I heard him moan my name.

The next morning I was up early. All of this stuff with Omri was really not helping with my beauty sleep. Again, I called my boss and he was super understanding as always. As I stepped out into the hallway, Omri stepped out of the bathroom. He looked exhausted, with dark circles visible from afar as he lurched towards his room to get dressed.

"Omri, honey, is everything OK?" I called out. He lit up when he saw me.

"Good morning ma. Yeah, just a bit tired. Late night study session."

Somehow I doubted him. I fixed him some scrambled eggs and toast and we ate breakfast mostly in silence. As he was getting ready to leave, he suddenly got up, and gave a peck on the cheek, which caught me a little offguard. I gave him a slightly confused smile.

"Love you, ma."

"Love you too, hun, have a good day." I turned back to my breakfast.

He must have been out the door for two minutes before I practically charged into his room and onto his...