5 comments/ 14841 views/ 12 favorites How I Became a Cam Girl Ch. 01 By: BestMomEver44 "I don't know how they do it, honestly." "What do you mean?" "Keep up the secrecy. These women are nothing but strippers and prostitutes, selling themselves for money. What I'm saying is, I really don't know how they can keep it a secret." "You think people in their life don't know?" "I don't know how they could, who would be associated with someone like that? It's just.. I don't know Mary, I can't even believe we're talking about this right now." My best friend in the whole world was sitting in front of me at my kitchen table, sipping her tea and going on and on about something she really knew nothing about. Truth is, it was something I didn't know anything about either up until a few months ago. Which I guess is really where I should be starting this story, but there was something about this particular conversation that brought back some of the feelings I used to have myself on the subject. Not to mention she was the one who told me to check online for some extra work. It really feels like a lifetime ago that I stumbled across the ad while I was looking for work online. Paul, my husband of almost 20 years passed away suddenly the summer before last from a heart attack and I really got myself behind on all the bills while mourning him. No one blamed me, and even had a lot of help offered to me from friends and family, on both mine and Paul's side. In hind sight I suppose I could have taken the help, I could have even asked for it now. That just wasn't me. I've always been an independent type of girl and I was sure I could get by on my own. A year later and I was finally starting to come out of the haze from losing the love of my life. I'd returned to my job as the science teacher at the local high school, but it was becoming clear that one income wasn't going to be enough to support not only myself, but my 18 year old son Peter as well. He had his sights set on going to college next fall and I really didn't' want to have to tell him he'd have to wait until I had enough money saved up. Luckily Paul and I had started a fund for it a couple years back, but it was still a far cry from tuition. So anyways here I was, a 41 year old widow surfing the internet job postings on the PC in my husband's old office, hoping to find a way to send my kid to college. Having practically walked into my teaching job out of college I'd never had to go on a job search before and didn't really know where to start. My best friend, Joyce, told me to try some of the local job posting sites first and also gave me a list of some other ones to check out. I pecked away at the keys, yawning, rubbing my eyes and tightening up my robe, scrolling down a list of relevant jobs. There were a few for substitutes, some home schooling gigs, tutor work, and even some foreign jobs teaching english. Unfortunately, I realized I was a bit under prepared when I saw they all asked for a cover letter, resume and references. I sipped my coffee and sat back, looking around the room. I'd cleaned out most of Paul's stuff, leaving only the books and office supplies. Figuring I might as well make use of the day, I pulled out some paper, put it in the printer beside me and tried to come up with a good resume. By the time I finished my cup of coffee, I'd gotten basically nowhere. All I had down was my name, address, phone number and email address. I sighed out loud and got up, my robe swaying a bit letting some cool air rush over my warm body underneath. I bit my lip and confessed to myself that I really just wanted to crawl back into bed. Walking down the hall and back to the kitchen I passed by my son's room, seeing it was pretty messy as usual and eerily vacant. It wasn't that it was unusual that he was gone, it was Saturday and he probably slept over at one of his friends last night. Peter was a bit of a geek, which might sound harsh coming from his own mother, but it was a good thing. I didn't like worrying about him and knew that I didn't have to. He was smart. He liked books and computers and only had a few good close friends. He seemed happy, and I was happy for him. It was really rough on him losing his father, but they were different and really only shared the biological bond. Paul was a very out going, strong, confident man.. Which was pretty much the opposite of Peter. I shut his door and went to pour myself some more coffee, eating a muffin to hopefully get my mind working a little sharper. Getting back to the computer, I had a new sense of optimism and decided to explore some other options outside of teaching, thinking that maybe a change would be good for me. I'd become quite bored with my current routine of going to school every day during the week, marking papers and sleeping all weekend. Clicking through some of the other sites that Joyce had given me, I found the "gigs" section. These jobs weren't part-time or full-time, they were just temporary or contract type positions. It definitely peaked my interest to have some freelance type of work that wouldn't have to interfere with teaching. Immediately I was drawn to the ads that said "WORK FROM HOME!".. I'd heard about jobs like this before but thought they must be some sort of scam or something. Right now though, I really didn't have anything to lose and working from home would be the perfect solution. A few of them seemed to be alright, typing, data entry type of stuff which I was sure I could do. I emailed them each a nice little message about how I thought I could do the job fairly easily and felt really good about myself. I kept looking through the rest, and then there it was... "Have you ever been called a MILF? We're looking for mature, sexy, confident women to join a new up and coming web cam model site! Work from home, all you need is a web cam and a talent for turning guys on! Earn real cash! Get paid monthly! Start today!!!!!!" The words pierced through my mind as I read them once, twice, and then a third time... "MILF" .. "mature".. "sexy"... It almost sounded too good to be true. Wait.. what was I thinking? I couldn't do that.. I'm not sexy and obviously not confident.. A MILF? I don't think I've ever been called that before. A shiver went over my body and I suddenly felt extremely naked.. I guess technically I was partially naked, wearing only my underwear and a thin tank top beneath my robe. My mind couldn't sit still, and I felt myself literally sitting on the edge of my chair, my hand moving the mouse over the link provided below the ad and clicking absent-mindedly. Before I could catch my breath, my eyes were met with a screen full of scantily clad women around my age. All sitting inside their little squares, in various states of undress, putting on a show for... 240 people?!?! Most of these rooms had a couple hundred viewers at least.. My mouth went dry, and I could almost feel all the hydration in my body rush between my legs at once. My face went red and my whole body started to heat up, just thinking about being watched by that many people. All of them waiting for me to take my clothes off for them... God was I actually thinking about doing this? .. I started having flashbacks to when I was in college, only once having anywhere close to that many people seeing me naked all at once. But that was a different time, and my body definitely doesn't look like it did 20 years ago. Although, now seeing these women in front of me, I can honestly say I look a lot better than most of them. Not to be conceded or anything, but I did have a shred or two of confidence about myself left and it seemed to be rising to the surface the more I thought about this proposition. I clicked on the most popular room, the girl was blonde like I am and actually had a lot of similar features. Her breasts were as big if not a little bigger, she wasn't slim by any means but carried herself well like I like to think I do. She was really quite beautiful from what I could see, and I felt myself even being drawn into her show.. I think the thing that turned me on the most was the fact that I couldn't see her face. The camera was only capturing everything from her neck down to her mid drift and the mystery of who she could be, what her face looked like, was for some reason very enticing. I suppose the other 200 people in the room thought so too, and a few of them really thought so because they were tipping her like crazy! I was in the room for all of about 5 mins and she made $40 just from playing with her tits! She hadn't even taken them out of her black lace bra yet.. I admit, this was the moment that I was hooked. My free hand had found its way to my thigh, rubbing up the hem of my robe, slowly pushing its way towards the centre of my body. I already knew my panties were completely soaked as my finger tip grazed over the soft damp cotton. I felt insatiable. Something was taking over me, and I loved it. I threw my robe to the floor and pushed the chair back a bit from the desk. I was breathing harder again and knew I needed to touch myself or I was going to explode! I started to rub my tummy back and forth, scratching lightly, feeling the tingle move over the outside of my body and back to my very hot and very very soaked pussy. Watching as the woman on the screen reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She teased us by not letting us see at first, holding the cups up over her nipples and even dropping a little smile into the screen. She bit her lip, and I bit mine. Slowly she removed the black material from over her tits and quickly replaced it with the palms of her hands. I caught a quick glimpse of the light pink of her nipples and it sent me into a total friendsy. It had been years since I'd last played with another woman, but I'd always known I was bisexual.. Or at least open to it. In a lot of ways it was because I was attracted to my own body, and seeing another woman with similar attributes made me feel incredibly sexy and down right hot. I was just starting to move my hand under the waist band of my underwear when the screen tinted black and a pop up window flashed up on the computer screen- "Thank you for watching! Your free 10 mins is up! If you'd like to continue watching our models, please sign up now. It's completely free!" I let out a long and frustrated sigh, looking to the sky and groaning, knowing that now I had to sign up. I filled out the little form they had and chose a screename, BestMomEver44. I didn't know why I chose that name, but I thought if nothing else, no one would ever know it was me. Besides, this was going into research for a job I might be doing in order to send my son to college, I really did think I was the best mom ever. I was in. I went back to the room of the blonde I had been watching, her name on the screen was MILFYME. Now I could see all of her profile information and stats. Age: 39 years old Bra size: 34EE Body type: BBW Language: English Location: New Jersey Wow, I thought to myself, the only difference between us was that she was two years younger and lived in New Jersey. There was more info about her below but I wasn't about to scroll so far as to lose the view of her amazing body. She finally let her hands move, pinching her little pink nipples between her fingers and squeezing as much of her big full breasts as she could. Immediately I pulled my tank top over my head and put it on the floor next to my discarded robe. It felt so good to expose my chest and grab my own tits imitating "milfy" as she slowly teased herself for us. She was definitely good at it and I was already taking notes in my mind of how she worked the room, getting bigger and bigger tips as she went along. I think that added to my excitement, seeing her get paid for playing with herself was turning me on like crazy! When she started to stand up, I couldn't take it anymore and pushed my hand into my panties, running over the little patch of fur that I'd trimmed neatly a few days earlier, which was something I'd always done ever since I was a young adult. My clit was already so swollen that I had to skip over it or else I would have screamed out loud and cum right then and there. I let my index finger slide down my wet slit to the bottom and back up, curling it up into my pulsing pussy. By now my eyes were so glazed over that I couldn't really see the computer anymore. In fact, I completely lost track of where I was and what I was doing. There was only one thing on my mind and that was that I needed to cum, badly. I pushed my finger into my pussy and slid it in and out, moaning into my shoulder as I fucked myself slowly. My other hand was working my nipple, pinching, pulling, rubbing it, feeling electrical sensations drive over my body and mind. I tilted my head back and pushed another finger into my hot little hole, now humping against my hand as I did. Faster and faster I kept trying to get deeper inside of myself, feeling the heat close in over me. Finally I was getting closer and closer, so I moved my hand from my tits down to my clit and lightly rubbed over it. "Ohhhh fuuuuckk" I moaned rather loudly. I started to cringe and wiggle in the chair as wave after wave of pleasure surged through me, my hips wildly bucking against my hands. The wet sounds coming from my pussy were making me even hornier. I started to rub my clit a little faster to match the other hand's fingers now pounding into me. "Ohh... Ohh!... Ohhhh! Fuck! Ahhhh my god, yesssss!!!" My body began to shake and lock up as my orgasm ran over my entire body, from head to toe, every inch tingling with an intense pleasure I can only describe as the most amazing thing I've ever felt. I completely let go as my pussy started to spasm and build with pressure, forcing my fingers out as it tried to squeeze down on them. I felt relief wash over me as I came and came, over and over, moaning and moaning.. It was impossible to catch my breath as I tried to calm down. I swear I think I passed out for a few minutes before finally coming back to my senses. I sat up slowly, barely able to as my pussy was still so sensitive. My toes curled as they touched the floor, which I felt was very wet. Looking down I could see my feet were resting in a huge puddle of my own cum. I started to giggle and grabbed my mouth a bit embarrassed. I tried to clean up using my tank top, but that wasn't really going to do the trick. I got up, stripped off my completely drenched pink panties, gathered my robe and top together and trotted to the laundry room. I was still giggling to myself, thinking I felt more like a teenager than a mother right now. Putting everything into the washer, I was about to turn it on when I heard the front door slam shut. "Oh shit, Peter's home!" I whispered to myself out loud. Quickly I grabbed a pair of yoga pants and another tank top sitting in the basket beside the dryer, put them on and pranced out down the hall to meet him. "Hey hunny! How was your night?" I said out of breath with a big smile. "Umm, it was fine Mom. Just played video games at Jeff's. We stayed up pretty late tho so I think I'm just going to check my email and lay down for a bit if that's ok?" "Yes, of course sweety. I'm just doing some laundry and some things around the house, I'll call you later for dinner!" "Sounds good. Thanks." He smiled at me and gave me a quick hug before disappearing into his room. I turned around, ran back to the laundry room to grab a towel and then tip toed down the hall past his shut door and into the office. I closed the door lightly and started to clean up my mess. The room smelt of sex, and actually started to get me hot again. I sat down and looked at the screen, MILFYME was gone but I was still signed in. I left her room and clicked to see a few more, now feeling even naughtier with my son just down the hall. I couldn't even help myself, like I said, I was hooked. I decided to get brave and see what kind of attention I could get, I desperately needed it I realized later. Setting up my room wasn't difficult, all I had to do was give them my real name and link it with my PayPal account. Before I knew it, it was asking me if I was ready to go live... I took a deep breath, swallowed hard and clicked YES. To be continued... How I Became a Cam Girl Ch. 02 My heart started beating like crazy again, and I wondered if this was good for my health. Even though I felt amazing, the best I'd felt in a long time. I swallowed so hard I could almost feel my heart sliding back down my throat and into my chest that I instinctually pushed out, straightening my back. It felt like an eternity as the page started to load. I could see my screen name at the top of the little box where I was about to appear, alongside the built in chat room. Suddenly becoming very conscience of how I looked, I checked myself out from head to toe. Bare feet, no socks and I definitely needed a pedicure. The tight black pants I had thrown on were wrapped around my ankles, hugging my legs that maybe aren't as skinny they used to be but still in good shape I thought. I slid my hands slowly up the sides of my thighs, digging my nails in lightly, feeling the excitement grow in my body. I let out a light moan as I was still charged up from my earlier orgasm, looking up quickly as I remembered that I had the web cam on. Sure enough, the red light was on and the room had loaded.. "2 users are currently viewing your room." It said above the chat section. I clicked to see who they were, one of them was me, the other had a screen name like "bigstudmike" or something, I can't remember now. I do remember giggling though, and blinking before the screen refreshed and now said "12 users are currently viewing your room." I was in complete shock. There were already that many people watching me? I wasn't even doing anything! Goosebumps took over my arms and I felt a chill run over them. I was nervous as hell. It felt so naughty, but so awesome at the same time. Soon there was all kinds of action in the chat box, people saying hello and how beautiful they thought my body was, some people talking to each other even- who were I guess friends from other rooms on the site. I had to just sit back and watch for a little while, wondering if I should respond or just keep acting like I hadn't seen what they were saying. I had the camera positioned just like the lady I had watched and cum to earlier, showing from my neck down to my mid section. I resumed checking myself out, now staring down at my breasts that were jutting out as far as ever. Of course I had to pick the one white tank top I own, which didn't leave much to the imagination. I suppose it was making a good first impression on the room however, everyone was raving about it. "Awesome rack!" "Wow, you are stunning baby!" "Those tits look so fucking hot in that white tank." "Mmmmm ya I'm gunna have to pull my cock out staring at those big nipples." I choked reading the last one, looking down again and seeing that indeed my nipples were hard and could clearly be seen through the thin cotton material. Subconsciously I swayed gently in my chair, causing my boobs to jiggle freely under my top. I was already feeling so hot and turned on, I had to stop myself from ripping off my clothes and rubbing myself to another incredible orgasm. My mind was again darting around thinking of so many different things, landing on the fact that there were now over 50 people looking at my tits. I decided to give them a squeeze, holding them up and pushing them together lightly causing my cleavage to pop up out of my top even further. The room responded, cheering me on, and it felt incredible! My audience started to grow quickly, from 50 to 70, to 85 to 110 viewers... This was really happening, I was being watched by over 100 men (and some possibly women I suppose). I didn't expect to feel this turned on, I had thought I would have to work myself up to be able to put on a show, but I was feeling so hot that all my inhibitions were fading away and I found myself thinking very dirty things.. One of them being a question that had crossed my mind earlier. A question that I didn't even give any attention because it was so dark and perverted.. I breathed in deeply and let out a slow muted moan as it washed over me again.. Had Peter seen my nipples as well? Oh god, he must have.. There were no hiding the dark outlines in my thin white tank top, even if they weren't hard, he would have seen them if he looked... I shook my head and sat back up in my chair, returning my attention to the room. I thought I should probably say hello, typing quickly I was hit with a bunch of responding "hello's" phrased in various ways. I actually found myself chatting with a few guys who seemed rather normal. It took me a little bit to get the hang of things, but those guys really helped me out by filling me in on a few things. There were more than a few weirdo types who said terrible things to not only me but other members of the chat room, and so I had to get myself a few moderators to kick them out and police the room. A couple of the guys even sent me private messages and gave me some advice on how to get tips, they also tipped me themselves and promoted me as best they could to everyone else. I don't know why they were so generous towards me, but they said it was because I was "hot" and new. Before too long I'd made around $75 and I still had my shirt on, even though everyone was begging me to take it off. I told them that I needed $25 more and I would. Instantly I was tipped by four different guys and made $100 more! I hate to admit it, but it made my pussy absolutely soaking wet when I heard the ding of a tip. The grin on my face must have been literally ear to ear. Reaching down, I thought I better not tease them any longer and pulled my shirt up over my head, letting my big tits bounce free for everyone to see. I'd never been so excited and horny in my entire life, and believe me there have been moments where I'd said the exact same thing to myself in the past. I put my arm over my nipples and held my chest tightly, getting a chorus of displeasure from the room as I continued to tease them. A few more tips rolled in and I started to play with my nipples, using both of my hands to cup and squeeze my breasts. I pulled on each nipple with my finger tips and rubbed over them, sending lightning bolts straight to my pussy. I didn't even have to ask for more tips as I kept playing with myself, they just kept coming, getting me hotter and hotter in my seat. I kept grinding my ass in circles down on the chair, my hips having a mind of their own. It must have been noticeable because everyone was raving about how my body moved, how they thought I must be a dancer or something. I started to giggle again when I read how they were talking about me, but I was so into the moment that I couldn't respond, all I wanted to do was cum. I tilted the camera down a little lower and stood up, turning around and giving my ass a wiggle. I bit my finger and bent over, giving everyone a perfect view of my backside as the black yoga pants I had on stretched over it. I reached back and smacked my butt gently, playing it up for everyone. Ding, ding, ding.. tip after tip rang through as I moved my body. Pushing my fingers into the waist band, I slowly moved my pants down over my ass, exposing the top of my crack and then all the way down until the material was clinging to my pussy lips from how wet I was. Once I got them down, I kicked them off and bent back over, now completely nude for everyone to take in. My mind, body and soul were all on fire. I couldn't fight it, I was a natural and I loved every second of it. Then, as I was about to turn around and give everyone a view of the front, I heard Peter's door click open and his feet pad across the hall to the bathroom, shutting the door. "Fuck." I thought to myself, "Maybe I should stop." I sat back down quickly, giving the room only a brief glimpse of my puffy little pussy. Of course they started to whine about it and begged for me to show them how wet I was. I was breathing hard again, my skin was damp with sweat and I felt my legs sticking to the chair. Getting brave, I told them I'd show them and even cum for them if I got enough tips. Immediately the screen filled with money and I almost burst out laughing, this not only was the easiest money I've ever made, it was very, very fun. Quickly I pulled the cam lower, spreading my legs up onto the desk, giving them a direct view of my pussy. Seeing it up on the screen caused it to get even wetter, which I didn't think was possible. You could see my cum dripping down my slit and disappearing between the cheeks of my ass. The tips of my fingers walked their way down to my clit, which again was throbbing so hard I had to bypass it. Slipping a finger into my hot little hole, I gasped at how good it felt, squeezing the arm of the chair with my other hand. I couldn't resist it any more and slid another finger deep inside myself, fucking my pussy slowly over and over and over, biting down on my lip to stop myself from screaming out in pleasure. I heard the bathroom door open again and Peter walking down the hall. I hoped he wasn't going to come looking for me, I didn't think I could stop now and I was in one hell of a compromising position- Legs spread out wide on the desk, web cam pointed down at my drenched pussy, fingering myself completely naked. I could feel my orgasm build and couldn't hear anything other than the wet sounds coming from between my legs as I pushed my fingers in deeper and deeper. Using my other hand, i rubbed over my little clit, feeling the pulse of my heart as it throbbed and ached to be touched. I rubbed in gentle little circles, matching the rhythm of my fingers as they slid in and out of my hole. I was so close, so fucking close. Everything faded away until it was just me, floating on cloud nine. My naked body started convulsing, my legs trying to force themselves closed as I bucked against my fingers. I turned my head into my shoulder and moaned hard, feeling myself let go, cumming so damn hard and long that I didn't think it would ever end. My body shook and shuttered again and again as I took my hands off my pussy, humping the air now as I rode my orgasm down. The world was spinning as I tried to catch my breath again. Slowly taking my legs down from the desk, I felt like I had just blacked out. The screen was a blur, hundreds of messages scrolling up the chat box, filled with tips and compliments. I couldn't even make out what half of the people were saying, but somehow managed to type that I needed a shower and would be back another time, thanking everyone for their tips. I clicked the broadcast button again and the screen went black with the chat remaining open. The little tip counter at the bottom of the screen was now flashing- "You made $415!" I was in complete shock again, how did I make so much? Scrolling back through the chat I saw that there were plenty of large tips, but also that there were some interesting comments.. "WOW, that's the hottest thing I've ever seen on this site!!" "You didn't tell us you were a squirter baby, damn!!" My eyes almost popped out of my skull, "a squirter"? What the hell did that mean? .. As I thought about it for a second, I again realized my feet were in another puddle of my cum on the floor. Not only that, but there was some on the desk too! I stood up and stepped to the side, seeing that the chair was just covered in my own cum and pretty much surrounded by it on the floor. There was cum every where, and I knew right then that that was the hardest and best orgasm I'd ever given myself. I just stood there and felt my face get really red, to the point where my cheeks almost hurt. Suddenly very aware of my nakedness, I bent down and grabbed the towel again, trying to soak up as much of my juices as I could. Wiping down the chair and desk, then the floor. I knew I'd need another towel, but tried to get as much as I could. I slipped my pants back on, pulled the white tank back over my head and creaked open the door to the hallway. I peaked out and saw that Peter's door was again shut and there was no sign of him. I ran silently up the stairs to my room on the top floor, throwing the wet towel into my en-suite bathroom and grabbing a fresh one. Bounding back down the stairs I tip toed past Peter's door again and into the office, cleaning up and closing out any evidence on the computer of what I'd been doing. Finally getting back up to my bedroom, I fell back onto my bed and let out a huge sigh, closing my eyes, smiling and giggling to myself. I shook my head back and forth, stretching my arms out, twisting around on my bed like I was a child. I hadn't been this happy in a long time, I felt completely liberated. Standing up, I stripped off my two pieces of clothing and walked naked across my room to the shower. The hot water felt amazing, blasting down onto my body that was still tingling from my two amazing masturbation sessions. I washed and rinsed and repeated, not even really thinking about anything other than that I was accomplishing what I'd set out to do this morning. I'd already made a good chunk of money to put into Peter's college fund and if all went well, I wouldn't have to deny him his dream of being there next fall. Finishing up, I towelled off and put on some grey PJ pants with a matching tank top, my usual attire for the early evening. I looked at the clock and decided it was probably time to start some dinner and get back into Mom mode. To be continued...