22 comments/ 58212 views/ 106 favorites A Special Connexion By: ChrisGeyser Everything was in place. I took a deep breath, and checked again, and then, my heart beating in my chest, I turned back to the computer. She was late, and the anticipation was killing me. Three months, we had waited - or should I say, resisted. Resisted the temptation, the curiosity, the urge sometimes. But tonight was the night. We had met online, on one of those dating sites. As it often happens, things had quickly moved into more daring territory than the usual dating. And soon enough, we were discussing pet obsessions, favorite fantasies and best sex positions together. Yet, as far as online relationships go, I think ours had progressed slowly. She wasn't online much, for starters. But moreover, somehow there was this implicit rule that we wanted to take it slow, and enjoy every step of the way. Not that we didn't hit it off right from the start - quite the contrary. But the thrill of discovering we both liked so many things had us being a little more cautious, maybe, about not spoiling it by going too fast. But tonight was the night. Tonight, we moved one step further. Tonight, we were going to turn on our webcams. I took another deep breath, checked the time again. She was late - two minutes late, but I had been there waiting for her to log on for the past twenty minutes or so, and before that the day had seemed to be one of this neverending affairs. In fact, I had been waiting since we had set the date for this, and the closer I got, the more nervous I felt. It was nearly embarrassing - I was afraid I was going to be so excited by the whole thing that I was going to cum right away... or maybe just make a fool of myself in so many other ways. So when the notice that she had logged in finally appeared in the corner of my screen, I held my breath. But soon, the chat window opened. "hey baby" "hey sexy", I typed back. "how are you doing tonight?" "to be perfectly honest, I don't think I've ever been this nervous" "me neither" "I thought of it the whole day. didn't think it was going to end" "giggle I know the feeling" "so - what do you feel like doing?" "hm, let me see... what about talking about politics?" "ha ha. sure" "what do you think about the last bill they passed about healthcare?" I rolled my eyes. I knew this was a game of seeing how long we would be able to delay things, but I was nearly trembling with anticipation. I didn't know if I could behave for very long, but I thought I'd give it a try. "hm, I'm not sure. it's always a hard and long process, you know?" "hard and long, hm?" I smiled. Double-entendre had always played a huge role in our usual banter, and I knew she would pick up on that. "yeah. you have to be open to accept that. and it's a shame that most don't do anything more than pay lip service..." "giggle okay okay, I surrender" "hm?" "you win. I had no real intention of discussing politics tonight" "oh really?" "no. not at all. in fact, I've been so wet today I had to change my panties when I came home" "change...?" "okay - take them off. I didn't put any back on" "hmm, I like that" "I know. so what should we do?" I smiled again. Now my cock was fully hard again in my pants, and I was worried about shooting too soon. I tried to calm myself down. I typed back: "I think we had discussed something special for tonight" "special indeed" "are you ready?" "when you are, baby" "so shall we?" "sure" I took a deep breath, turned on my webcam and invited her to watch. Almost at the same time, an invitation to watch hers appeared on my screen. I shivered and waited anxiously for the picture to appear. And then I froze. I knew that room. And I knew that face. And I knew this look of utter shock, because I was feeling the same. Because in the little webcam window, it was my mother who was looking back at me. There was a long, embarrassed moment, and then we both turned off our webcams at the same time. I didn't move, still trying to wrap my mind around what had just happened. Mom. That was Mom. Those three months of excitement, of mind-blowing exchanges, those were with my mother. The pictures we had traded, the videos we had shared, the stories we had read together, those were with my mother. Three months, and we never even suspected. For sure, our little game of playing it slow had certainly had a role in that - for instance, we had never shared any pictures showing our faces, claiming a little mystery could go a long way. And indeed it had. And here I was, still trying to make sense of all this. Mom. That had been Mom. I don't know how much time I spent dumbstruck in front of the computer. But I know that after all the thrills of the day, that definitely felt like a cold shower. Eventually, I shook my head, and let out a deep sigh. There wasn't any noise coming from the other parts of the house, and well, if Mom didn't want to talk about that, that was fine with me. I turned off the computer and just fell on the bed. Without much surprise, sleep escaped me as my head was still buzzing from the night's shocker. In fact, my legs were trembling and I could feel my heart beating like a drum in my chest. But eventually, after what felt like hours of tossing and turning and shaking, the tension turned into tiredness, and I finally fell asleep. The next morning, I woke up aching all over, and it took me a few minutes before the events of the previous evening came back hitting me like a truck. I headed for the shower, hearing Mom downstairs probably preparing breakfast. Soon afterwards I was dressed, and I was busying myself preparing my pack for the day when I realized I couldn't delay much longer. I had to face her. Reluctantly, I walked down the steps, and entered the kitchen. Mom had her back to me, and I settled down at my usual place at the table. I dived into my cereals, and when Mom moved to sit at her place, we carefully avoided each other's eyes. Silence hung heavily between us. I finished quickly, put the bowl in the dishwasher, and went upstairs to brush my teeth and grab my bag. Then I came back downstairs, picked up my car keys, and without a word, I left the house. I had only a few classes at the University that day, but I lingered on as much as I could, spending some time in the library under the pretext of working on an assignment that was due in a couple of weeks. To be honest, I didn't make any progress. But I enjoyed the quiet and the solitude, and I sure didn't feel like coming back home. But eventually, I knew I had to. And when I saw Mom's car in the driveway, my heart sunk. As I got inside, the house was deadly quiet. There was a frozen pizza on the counter with a short note on it: "dinner", with no other mention. Usually, she put "Love, Mom" or some variation on it, but not this time. I wasn't surprised. I microwaved the pizza, grabbed a can of Coke, and went upstairs to my room. I turned on the computer, and spent most of the evening catching up on some TV shows I had downloaded. I cannot say my heart was really in it, but at least with each passing minute that dreadful moment was moving away from me. If I could, I would have decided to forget everything about it. I was checking my mail when the little notification window popped up. I looked at it, dumbfounded. My mother had just come online - to be precise, the alias that I now knew was my mother's. I hesitated, not knowing what to do with that. I mean, the messenger program ran automatically when I turned on my computer, so I had even forgotten I was online. And I could assume it was the same for my mother, but... what if? Suddenly, my brain was ablaze with conflicting emotions, and with no clear idea of what to think or what to do next. I waited for a while, and as my computer remained silent, I supposed that her messenger was on just like mine was, without any action nor intention on our part. I sighed, and was about to turn off mine when an idea struck me. Maybe this was the way to reconnect. Maybe this was a way to try and explain myself, maybe I could... I don't know, but at least, maybe this was a way to break that awful silence. I took a deep breath, and typed. "hello" A long, interminable silence. Then, the indication she was typing back. "hello" I sighed. At least, she was responding. "how are you doing?" Another long pause. Then... "I'm not really sure" "believe me, I know exactly how you feel" Now it was my turn to pause, not knowing exactly what to say next. I shook my head, and typed on. "I'm sorry, Mom" This time, her answer took forever. I really thought she wouldn't reply, and that it would be the end of it all. But reply she did, eventually. "I'm sorry too" "I spent an horrible day today, trying to... I don't know, figure out things?" No reply. I carried on. "maybe we should try and forget everything about last night" "or maybe we should try and talk about it. but later, not right now, in the heat of the moment" "are you sure?" I shifted in my seat. "yes, I think we need to discuss what happened. not talking about it won't solve anything" "okay, Mom" This time I waited a little more, but somehow I felt that this was about it for tonight. Even if we hadn't exchanged much, I still felt relieved. "good night, Mom" "good night" I closed the chat window, and let out a massive sigh. Things were... better. Just a little bit better, but that made such a huge difference. So much that later that night, I did not struggle much finding sleep. I woke up from a strange dream - I had been dreaming, of this I was sure, but after opening my eyes I was only left with fugitive impressions and the vision of being under dark, ominous skies. My mouth was dry, I had a sore muscle in one shoulder for having slept in a bad position I suppose, and overall I felt a little grumpy. A long, warm shower helped wash all this away, and I was ready to consider going downstairs for breakfast. Of course, that meant facing Mom. I took a deep breath, and walked down the stairs. She was already there, studying some document from work while sipping on her coffee. I tried a timid "Hi Mom", she raised her eyes, graced me with the hint of a smile, and replied: "Hi Chris". She went back to her document, and I busied myself with getting my breakfast cereals. I was mid-way through my bowl, when she surprised me. "Oh, Chris, by the way, I'll certainly have to work late tonight. You'll have to eat by yourself again." "Erm, okay, Mom." I blushed. "I think there's some leftover pizza, or you can microwave some of the pasta that's in the freezer." "Oh, sure." I dived in my bowl again. We still had to discuss what had happened, and I couldn't help but feel the weight of this hanging between us. But somehow, this little return to normality was a definite improvement over the previous day. I finished my cereals and quickly cleaned things up. I went back upstairs, brushed my teeth, picked up my stuff and stopped by the kitchen door on my way out. Mom looked up. "Oh, you're going already?" "Yes, got to catch an early class. Have a good day at work Mom." "You too, sweetie." I blushed, and left. I don't remember much from the day that followed. My mind was buzzing with all sorts of conflicting emotions - lingering embarrassment, some relief as things seemed to be resolving themselves, and bouts of chilling anxiety about the forthcoming discussion. Of course, I was in no mind to focus on the classes I was attending, which got noticed and awarded me a snap comment from one professor that got the whole class laughing - and me blushing. I got home quite early in the evening, and found myself strangely unoccupied. The house was eerily quiet, and I kept glancing at the clock as if wanting for time to pass faster. Around ten, I began to get used to the idea that this discussion would have to wait for another day. It was slightly before eleven when Mom got home. I heard her steps in the stairs, and soon after the water running - most certainly a shower after quite a long day at work. I turned back to the computer and started checking the latest game scores on ESPN. The little pop-up took me by surprise - Mom had logged on. I waited. A chat window popped up on my screen. "hello sweetie" I took a deep breath, and typed back. "hi Mom. long day?" "oh yeah. I thought this meeting would never end" "I was starting to get a little worried" "really? that's sweet of you. but no, nothing more dramatic than work. boring work, even" ":-)" I paused, a little surprised. Somehow, I hadn't pictured that conversation to go this way. First, I had imagined embarrassing moments, face-to-face, as we discussed how serious that was and how we would deal with it and put it in the past, and all those sorts of ready-made sentences that grown-ups use when they have to deal with "issues". And second, I certainly hadn't envisioned this exchange to be this... natural. Or simple. In fact, it reminded me of my previous chats with Mom, when I didn't know who she was. Our conversations had always been this natural, chatting about the little things in each one's day, and then seamlessly shifting to more sensual topics. This was perplexing, to say the least. Another message from her flashed on the screen. "so what were you doing?" "nothing much. just looking at the news, checking my email... wasting time, you know" "I see" "to be honest, I was waiting for you to come home" "really?" "yeah. for... our discussion" ":-) that sounds so dramatic. so, how do you propose we go at it?" "erm, I don't know. I've been thinking about it all day, but... I'm not sure" "what is it you're not sure about?" "where to start. you know, I'm so sorry about what happened, and..." "I'm sorry too" "... and this is all so embarrassing" "I know" "what should I do, Mom?" "hm, do you want an honest answer?" "sure" I held my breath as she was typing her reply. "well, first you should probably change your chat picture :-D that would be a good place to start" I blushed bright red, and displayed the chat pictures that I usually kept hidden (they took up far too much place for no real use during a sustained conversation). And indeed, there was my "special pic" that I had put up for her when we were chatting. It was a picture I had taken while fooling around, of my hard cock poking out of a Häagen Dasz Magnum wrapping. and I had shared it with her at some point in our past sessions, and she had liked it ("her favorite flavor, especially with the creamy topping", she had said, and that had turned me on incredibly), and I had put it up as a playful gesture. But that had been before, and all of a sudden this reminded me of the things we had said and shared and traded and my mouth turned dry with the realization. "Damn!" I mumbled, and scrambled to try and change it as fast as I could. She typed some more. "and I should change mine too, I suppose :-)" I looked up to check out hers - as I said, I didn't see much use in those pics, usually. While hers wasn't as explicit as mine, it showed quite a plunging view of her cleavage. I remembered liking this shot and commenting it (along the lines of a perfect nest for my little bird, or something like that - at the time, it sounded witty and sexy, really). A few minutes later, our avatars were back to Microsoft standard issue, a yellow flower in her case, and a couple of chess pieces in mine. I started typing again. "sorry for that. I had completely forgotten about this picture, and... I guess that's not the end of the embarrassment I'm going to have to face about all this situation" "that's okay, sweetie. I guess we just have to adjust a little" "you make it sound so easy" "we have to move onward, there is no point in delving into the past" "I suppose you are right" I sighed. "good. now it's getting late, and tomorrow's looking up to be another long day for me" "same here. have a good night, Mom" "good night, sweetie" And she logged off. I stayed for a long time in front of the now blank computer screen, lost in my thoughts. Of course she was right. There was no point in reviving the things we had done, we had to put them in the past where they now belonged. And luckily, we had managed to stop before anything irreparable had been done. It had all been a virtual affair anyway, and now it was going back to the nothingness of the Internet. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust... electrons to electrons. I stretched, stiffled a yawn, and decided I should head to bed too. I turned of the screen, and called it a night. The following days marked the return of our normal life. I suppose we both were secretly thankful for the busy schedule we had to face, as it took our minds off that unfortunate event, and got us focusing on more concrete and pressing issues. Oh, there were still a few awkward moments on my part, and I did blush my fair share. But all in all, things were better, and it all started to feel like a bad dream - the kind you still remember as being scary, but which potency fades away with time. The week passed, and while I timidly got back to the dating sites I had been using before, I didn't see my mother online. Which was just as well. The next Monday, Mom told me she would be gone for three days on a business seminar. I reassured her, telling her I should be able to survive without her providing there were enough pizzas in the freezer and that the microwave worked well. And when she left on Tuesday morning, I was ready to try and make the best of those three days - by being a total slob. I knew how I would spend those two evenings on my own: most certainly wolfing down slices of pizza, washing them with some beer, and wasting my time on the chat or porn sites. I suppose I had finally moved on, and I was back in the game. And so, around nine in the following evening, I was already trying to hook up with a few ladies (without much luck), all the while checking out the new videos uploaded on YouPorn. Messenger piped in - I gasped. Mom was online. "hello sweetie" I stared at the words on the screen for a long minute, not really knowing what to think. We both had other ways of communicating than using those specific accounts. In fact, I had more or less assumed that moving on meant leaving those behind - at least, the fact that she hadn't used it after our last conversation had led me to this conclusion. I took a breath, and replied. "hi Mom. how was your day?" "tiring. I'm beat" "already? it's not even nine. shouldn't you be socializing, or whatever you do in those seminars?" "tell me about it. those guys seem to be interested in socializing with their Blackberry, and that's all" "aww" "it's the Blackberry or the bottle of whisky. I didn't know you could get that wasted in so little time. so I decided to get back to my room and have a little me-time. how's your evening going?" "it's okay" "doing anything special?" "not really. checking my mail, that kind of things" "oh - am I interrupting anything?" "no, don't worry. things are pretty quiet around here" "so far" "what do you mean?" "come on, sweetie, I know how it is. ;-) I won't bother you much - you need your me-time too. but I wanted to say hi, that's all" "well, thank you, Mom" "have a nice evening. talk to you soon" "you too, Mom. have a good night" "good night, sweetie" And she logged off. Well, that sure was unexpected. I knew that Mom had taken her laptop for the seminar, but - but why would she turn on Messenger for any reason? Either she wanted to chat with me, and then she had other ways to contact me than this particular one, or she was looking for something else. And maybe her hinting at my "me-time" and what I was doing online was nothing more than the expression of her own inclination for the evening. Seems we both had moved on. A Special Connexion I didn't get lucky this evening - the few conversations I got started soon hit a wall, either from outright incompatibility, or because of timetable conflicts. I stayed up late, later than I usually did, but for no avail. That was that kind of night, and I eventuelly turned off the computer and went to bed for a few hours of agitated sleep. When the alarm went in the morning, my head was throbbing with a light hangover. I went through most of the day on autopilot - that's what happened when I stayed up way past my hour, though things usually got better sometimes around 4 or 5 in the afternoon. Thanks to a light schedule that day, by that time I was back home, grabbing a cold Coke from the fridge, and slumping down on the sofa in front of ESPN. I knew I would be hitting the naughty sites later that night, but I also knew it wouldn't be of any use for me to head there right now. I had already enough pent-up frustration as it was. So I bade my time, nibbling on Doritos and sipping my soda while pretending to be interested in the last innings of a baseball game. The game ended around half past seven, and I decided I could allow myself to head to my room and begin my evening of prowling. It was still early, but there were a few people online and after a few unsuccessful tries, I ended up chatting with a girl that was both interesting and possibly sexy. There was potential there, and I decided to make myself comfortable - taking off some of my clothes (down to a t-shirt and boxer shorts) and moving the laptop to the bed. Things were even heating up a little when, all of a sudden, she logged off. At first, I thought she had hit the wifi equivalent of a bump in the road, and I waited patiently for her to get back on, spending a few idle minutes checking out the new additions on YouPorn. But five minutes, then ten minutes passed, and still nothing. After twenty minutes, I knew there was nothing to hope for tonight. Maybe I'd see her online again another day, you never knew. I sighed, and was about to turn back to checking out profiles and sending out messages when I heard the familiar bleep. "good evening sweetie" I smiled. "hi Mom. another early evening?" "more like a long day. just got in, couldn't take it anymore" "that bad?" "you can't imagine. I mean, we did some good work, and we all agreed we should do this more often. it's just that there's so much to address, and... anyways. I need to relax, I've ordered some room service, it should be nice. how was your day?" "it was okay, I guess. it was a slow day, nothing worth mentioning, just the usual" "good. so what are you up to tonight? I hope I'm not interrupting anything..." "no, nothing. well, I was chatting with a girl, but she got disconnected or she logged off, I don't know. anyways" "she probably got disconnected. I don't see why she would let go of you, sweetie :-)" "yeah, sure. doesn't make much of a difference though" "I'm sure you won't remain idle for too long" "thanks, it's nice to get a vote of confidence, even if it's from you, Mom" "even if it's from me? you're hurting my feelings there, sweetie" "well, you might not be the most objective person on that topic, I suppose. but thanks, really" "anytime - brb" "k" I waited for two long minutes, before she came back on. "sorry for that - room service has arrived" "what did you get?" "shrimp salad, vegetable wraps and a strawberry cheesecake. and a glass of white wine" "that sounds far better than the pizza I had tonight. been treating you well, have they?" "can't complain on the food angle. the rooms are nice too, big screen, good wifi..." "good. I'll let you eat and relax then" "thanks, sweetie - oh, I wanted to ask you something" "sure. what is it?" "it's a little embarrassing..." "o-kay..." "promise you won't laugh?" I rolled my eyes. "promise" "I was thinking... when we were chatting before, you used to send me videos from different websites" I blushed, cringing at the recollection of those exchanges. That had been part of our little routine, my looking for good videos among the porn sites, then sending her an email with the links, and finally watching them together and commenting on them. This is how we had discovered we shared more than a few interests, and ignited more than a steamy conversation. I must have paused for a long time, because she typed: "Chris? are you still there?" "yes" "I know how weird that might sound, but... well, I have the evening for myself, and... this is so embarrassing" The situation was so outlandish I managed to smile a little. "okay, Mom... here is what I use", and I made her a list of the few sites where I had been "making the rounds" for most of the evening. I carried on: "that should cover all your needs :-)" "thanks, sweetie. I'm sorry, I didn't know who to ask except you. I won't bother you with this again" "no problem, Mom" "have a nice evening, baby" "enjoy your dinner, Mom" And she logged off. It took me a few minutes to recover from this episode - shaking my head, I headed to the bathroom, then went downstairs to grab a beer. Back upstairs, I was nearly laughing at the absurdity of it all. But then again, things had been strange for the past week, so I suppose it was only par for the course. I settled back down on my bed, and started prowling again - profiles, messages, and checking out videos to pass the time. It had been maybe an hour since the chat with my mother, when she logged back on again. This time, I decided I'd be the one to message her first. "welcome back, Mom. found what you wanted? :-)" "hey sweetie. not really..." "how come?" "I don't know how you manage to find anything in there. there's so much crap, I've gone through half a dozen videos without finding any that I liked. and the good ones, I had already seen" "well, it takes time. time and dedication :-)" "I see that. well, I'm going to dive back in then" I hesitated a moment, and blushing a little, decided to reply: "well, maybe there's a solution" "what? what would that be?" "I might... I might have an email, you know, like I used to send you... before, that is" "yes?" "so I have an email, the one I had prepared for the evening when... anyways. want me to send it to you? there's a couple of links in there" "oh that would be so nice of you, baby" I took a deep breath, and going to my "drafts" folder, located the email. I added a short "here you go - C.", hesitated adding something along the lines of "hope you like them", and then deciding against it. And I hit "Send". "you've got mail" "thanks, sweetie" I waited for a minute, not knowing exactly what to type after that. Before I had made up my mind, Mom carried on. "looks like a nice selection there..." I checked the content of the email I had just sent - for sure, the links were rather explicit, including one "cumshot-on-beautifull-tits-compilation" and one "slut-with-huge-natural-tits-cum-drooling-movies", among other colorful descriptions. To be honest, it was just the standard fare for our exchanges before: I had made no mystery of my attraction for generous breasts, and the cleavage pictures she had responded with had only encouraged me in this direction. And the fascination for cumshots was one of those shared obsessions that seemed so miraculous before we knew who we were. But this is what I had just sent my own mother - if I hadn't been blushing so much, maybe I could have appreciated the sheer absurdity of the situation. I hesitated in composing my reply, and decided to go for a light tone. "yeah, I remember putting an extra care in that one :-)" "well, thank you. seems I'm all set for this evening..." "you're welcome, Mom" "have a nice evening and see you tomorrow, sweetie" "good night, Mom" She logged off, leaving me somewhat dumbstruck, staring at my computer screen. My head was spinning. I couldn't figure out what was happening, but for some reason, I decided to spend the rest of the evening hunting for videos - trying to find the hottest and sexiest clips, in case she came back asking for more. I know there wasn't anything rational behind that. Except that, in this strange unfolding of events, that sounded like the next twisted, logical step at the time. Having gone to bed even later than the previous evening, I barely survived the next day. I kept yawning and staring blankly into space, and luckily again I had a very light schedule. Which means I was home early in the afternoon, and was slumped in the sofa in front of the TV when Mom came back from her seminar. She was in a good mood, obviously glad it was over, and greeted me with a hug. Seeing my face, she chuckled. "Oh, seems someone's been staying up late..." (stiffling a yawn) "Just a little. So how was it?" "So good they decided we should have another one soon. Which I don't mind, because we really needed to work on some issues... but well, the idea of spending my days AND evenings with that bunch is not exactly thrilling me." "Oh really? I couldn't have known, from what you told me." (we both chuckled) "Ok baby, I'm beat. I'm going to get myself a long shower, and we'll order some pizza." "Erm, Mom - could we make it Chinese? I've had pizza for three days on a row, and..." "Deal, Chinese it is. Can you manage it, please?" "Sure, Mom." She flashed me a smile, and taking off her jacket, climbed up the stairs humming to herself. Soon afterwards, I could hear the water running from the bathroom for what seemed to be an endless shower - I'm sure entire African countries did not see that much water in a year. When she came down, she had on a loose bathrobe and was drying her hair. She smelled good. She sat down next to me, and stretched out her legs, purring like a cat. Inwardly I sighed. After the strange mood of the previous weeks, things seemed back to normal - at least on the surface, but I wasn't going to try and see what was underneath. Sure, deep down I was still confused, but I was craving the normalcy of this evening, and more than willing to enjoy it as such. So we chatted and ate while watching some stupid TV show, and for the first time I felt relaxed again around my Mom. Around eleven, we went up to our respective rooms and bade each other good night. Mom had insisted on opening a bottle of wine, and even if I had limited myself to a single glass (she had two), I felt the familiar buzz of light tipsyness. Which, combined with the overall mood of our discussions, made for a perfectly rosy evening. Nearly whistling to myself, I switched on the computer to check for email and catch up on some news. I was half-expecting the familiar window to pop up, but that did not happen and I actually managed to go to bed relatively early. And I slept like a log. I didn't see Mom much during the week-end that followed. I woke up a little late, she was already gone for some errands and a little shopping, and I only ran into her as she was coming back and I was going out. One of my friends was celebrating his birthday, and had organized a big party at his uncle's house by a lake, and I had some things to buy before I went there. The drive to the lake took the better part of two hours, which meant that I slept over (like anybody else) and ended up being back home only early Sunday evening. Of course, I wasn't in top shape (having overdrunk and underslept), so I called it an early night and limited my online forrays to the customary mail-checking. Monday marked the beginning of a new week, another week that I would be spending mostly by myself, since Mom had another of those off-site seminars. We had stocked up on frozen dishes for me to eat (trying to bring some variety to my pizza-dominated diet so far), and I had filled the fridge with a pack of beers and enough soda to get me through those difficult days I'd have to care for myself. We even joked about it, Mom confessing that she rarely cooked for herself on those evenings where she was alone, and usually indulging her sweet tooth with a full bucket of ice cream (not very original, she agreed). It had been nearly three weeks since "the incident", and the whole thing now seemed like something out of a bad dream. In fact, there wasn't much in our normal, daily life, to bring that subject back in the conversation - it was as if those two worlds were completely disconnected, without any overlap, and therefore existed in two parallel realities... one of which was slowly dissolving into oblivion. But still, I was a little nervous when I got home that night - Mom was supposed to get to the seminar that evening, spending three nights and three whole days there, and I couldn't help but wonder if she would be online. It was early when I sat down in front of the computer, and I spent most of the next hour or so looking at videos and saving the links to the best ones in a draft in my mailbox. I know I wasn't daring to consider it, but the idea of sharing those videos with my Mom was strangely thrilling - both in part because it meant reconnecting with the excitement I had felt when we were chatting before the incident, but also because she was my own mother. And if I could definitely face that former reason without too much blushing, I certainly wasn't ready to face the latter... yet. Making a little break, I went downstairs to grab my microwaved lasagna. Coming back to my room, I was surprised to see the chat window already open - it was only 7:30, and by that time Mom would have just barely checked into her hotel. But it was her, and I quickly sat down to reply. "hey sweetie" "hey Mom. how come you're online?" "wow, what a nice welcome. :-) is this a bad time for you?" "oh no, not at all. I just went to grab dinner, but I wasn't expecting you until later." "it IS really a bad time for you. :-) should I come back later?" "no, really." I rolled my eyes, and kept typing. "I thought that by that time, you'd just arrived to your hotel. and that, probably, you'd be going out for dinner with some of the guys, you know." "with some of the guys, really? baby, again, this is not exactly the crowd I'd go out with, really. I'd definitely prefer going out with your friends, they'd certainly be more fun than the people I work with. and I'm going to have to spend the next three days with them, so why start earlier, right?" I chuckled. "so what is it going to be? room service?" "exactly. just ordered it, and now I'm going to head for a shower. I'll be back in a few." "okay, Mom. I'm not going anywhere." "good. later then." I was certainly puzzled by all this, but I shook my head and started eating my lasagna, keeping an eye on the chat window. Soon Mom's status turned to "idle", but I knew how she loved her long showers and I didn't worry much about it. And indeed, after almost twenty minutes, the status changed back to "active" as she started typing. "I'm back." "how was the shower?" "great. but I had to come out for the room service." "bummer, really." ":-) so, any plans for the evening?" "not really. things are definitely quieter than last week, so it's nice to be able to relax." "you know, that's exactly why I didn't go out with the guys, as you were suggesting. I wanted to have some time for myself. being able to spend a quiet evening - a hot shower, a comfy bathrobe, room service and a huge bed to stretch out on. :-)" "hm, remind me, is this really work? because that really sounds like a vacation to me." "thankfully, there are some perks, and I fully intend to enjoy every single one." "that's the spirit. and what are your plans for the evening?" "hm, I don't know. to be honest, I was considering that maybe I could hit the naughty sites, but..." I was a little startled by this admission (in fact, I kept being startled by the coolness with which Mom had "adapted" to this strange situation, and by how direct she was with this kind of things), but swallowing, I replied. "but...?" "well, you know how it is - more often than not, hugely disappointing." "I see." "so I was wondering... you're going to think this is too weird." "please carry on." "well, I was wondering if you had another email, like the one you shared the other day, that you could..." "it's true that this feels kinda weird. I mean, sending you that kind of... videos." I just couldn't get myself to write out "porn" there - that was going too far, even considering the circumstances. "I understand. I'm sorry I even asked, I thought that, well, since we had... never mind." "yes?" I was suddenly very curious about what she had been about to type. "I mean... well, obviously we know much more about each other than we did before, and... " I held my breath, waiting for her to continue. "... and well, since we can't exactly erase what happened and what we learned, I thought we might as well... I don't know, acknowledge it?" I paused, trying to gather my thoughts. My heart was beating hard in my chest, and I was definitely feeling a strange buzz. I took a deep breath, then opened the draft email with the links, and after one last consideration, hit the "send" button. Getting back to messenger, I typed: "you've got mail." "what?" A pause from her, then she typed: "oh, thank you." with a blushing smiley. I was about to reply when she carried on: "my, that's quite a long list there. how come you had that saved away?" "I don't know, I thought I'd... well, you know, save it for me for..." "oh, I see. I nearly thought you had done it for me, and I was surprised." I blushed, and, glad that she couldn't see my face, I tried to play it cool. "what made you think that?" "well, that you had one such mail ready to send. looks like a nice selection there." "yeah, there are a few very good ones." "any recommendation?" "what?" "which one would you recommend I begin with?" "hm, let me see. I don't know, they were all..." "ok, I think I'll manage. :-) I'll just start with the first one, and go down the list. thanks sweetie. I'll leave you alone now, I'm sure there are plenty of girls wanting to hit on you." "hm, I'm not sure about that. but we'll see." "go get them, tiger! :-)" "yeah, right. have a nice evening, Mom." "well, looking at what you sent me, it IS going to be a nice evening. talk soon, baby" "bye, Mom" She logged off, and for a long minute, I kept looking at the screen, reading and re-reading those last lines. I had always had a great relationship with my mother - honestly, we often had fun together, sharing the same kind of humor, laughing at the same jokes... and well, in retrospect, that kind of explained also why I had felt so much comfortable with her online alias. It was only the difference in topic (moving from the innocent to the sensual/sexual) that had prevented me from recognizing her. But as they say, hindsight is always 20/20, and it was easy for me to say that now that I knew. I sighed, closed the chat window and went downstairs to grab another Coke. Sitting back in front of the computer, I wondered what to do now. And eventually decided to try finding someone to chat, all the while looking for interesting videos to pass the time. Maybe my heart wasn't in it, but I didn't find anyone interesting to chat with that evening. Conversations soon dried out, and I ended up spending most of my time hunting for videos, and finding a few good ones. And, again, saving the links for future use. The next morning, checking my emails over breakfast, I realized Mom had sent me a little note. It was short, and read "thanks for the lovely videos. have a good day, Mom". I smiled and blushed at the same time, and hesitated about sending her the new batch of links I had gathered. I eventually decided against it - it was one thing to respond to her demand, it was another to volunteer it. But I sure was impatient to see if she'd be online again that night. The day crawled by, and as soon as I was done I rushed back home and went straight for the computer to check if she was online. It was rather early, and that softened a little my disappointement. She would surely still be working, or at some post-seminar gathering that they had to favor ideas exchanges and team spirit. So I went back to video-hunting with feeble attempts at chatting on the side, waiting for her to pop in. A Special Connexion It was almost eight when I saw her name pop up in the corner of my screen, and soon after, the chat window opened. "hello sweetie" "hello Mom. how was your day?" "bo-ring. had to spend the whole day sitting and listening to guys drone on and on. but well, that's what they pay me for." "and no social gathering tonight?" "there was one, but I bailed out for the second part of the evening. there's only so much I'm ready to do. or they'll have to pay me much more. :-)" I smiled. "so what's the plan for the evening? a hot shower, I suppose?" "been there, done that. now it's only relaxing and having some time for myself. and enjoying this wonderful room of mine." "oh, so that's a nice hotel you're at this time? last time you said it was only so-so." "oh definitely. this is grand. wait a second, I'll show you." I blinked, suprised. What was tha-? But then the computer started ringing - an invitation for a video conversation. I blinked. Twice. I must have blanked out for a minute, because Mom typed on: "baby, what is it? you're not decent? ;-)" I couldn't suppress a smile, and replied: "no, it's not that. I just wasn't expecting that." I didn't add this also summoned a rather unpleasant memory, and had me facing conflicting emotions. But she must have guessed what I had been implying and replied quickly: "I know, sweetie. remember, we have to move on. and well, I want to see how you're doing on this frozen food diet." I smiled, and surrendered by accepting the video call. The few seconds it took the system to connect seemed incredibly long, with my heart beating hard in my chest. And then her cam came online. Mom was wearing a white bathrobe, her hair flowing freely over her shoulders. She was sitting at a desk or a table, with a sleek lamp casting off a soft light, and in the background I could see a large bed nearly hidden under a mountain of pillows, a couple of elegant nightstands and part of a painting on the wall that didn't look the kind that you find all over the US in cheap motels, but actually seemed like something genuine and interesting to look at. Obviously, my cam must have come up at about the same time, as I saw her smile and start typing... nearly startling me as I could hear her keyboard clicking. Of course - video call meant that the microphones were activated too, so that was some kind of video phone call we were having. "Mom, no need to type, I can hear you" I said. On the little screen, she nearly jumped, then looked up at the cam and smiled. "Wow, that's a nice surprise. Now we're getting picture AND sound." "Yeah, technology does make miracles. That is, when it works." "So - how do you find my humble abode?" She made a grand gesture towards the room around her. "Not bad. Seems they are treating you well." "Can't complain there. And they have this great selection of wines for those long evenings." She picked up a glass that was hidden away on the side of the computer, and raised it to the cam for a toast. "I know you're a beer man, so you don't know what you're missing there." I picked my bottle and raised it in silent response, shaking my head as in disbelief. "How is your evening so far?" she asked. "Uneventful. Was just checking the news, replied to some emails, the usual stuff..." "Awww. Are you sure you're okay over there?" "Oh yeah, don't worry. The house is definitely very quiet, but I'm fine. I usually turn on the TV so that there's some noise, and that's it. I like it that way." "Are you saying you don't want me around?" "Nah, Mom, you know that's not what I meant. I..." I shook my head, and she chuckled. "I know, sweetie." She smiled, and I smiled back. There was a long pause, but it didn't feel awkward in any way. Mom took a long sip from her glass, then bend forward to type on the keyboard. I looked, puzzled, until a message popped up in the chat window. I frowned and came closer to the screen to read it. "btw, would you have some more links like the ones you shared yesterday?" I looked at Mom, taken aback. She was sipping her wine, looking at me with an oh-so-innocent face that was nothing but. She raised me her glass again, and then it dawned on me. Wine. That might explain a few things - she had told me that a few glasses of wine got her in a very flirty mood (that was before the incident, of course). So what was I supposed to do now? Added to the overall weirdness of the situation, was now the fact that by continuing the conversation, I might well be abusing my mother's temporary weakness. I hesitated, and she spoke. "Chris?" "Yes?" "Are you okay?" "Hm, yes. mom, How many glasses of wine have you had?" "Just two. Why? I'm being reasonnable there. Don't worry, I'll behave." She smiled, and typed something on the keyboard. Her message appeared on the screen: "so?" I looked at her on the screen, she smiled again, with a glint of defiance in her eye. I sighed, shook my head and opened my mailbox. A few seconds later, I had sent her the link collection I had saved in my draft folder, a strange feeling tightening around my gut. I heard the "ping" that indicated that she had received an email. She smiled, and on the screen I saw her move forward as she checked her screen, giving me a slight peek at some interesting cleavage. Then she looked straight at the camera, smiled and blew me a kiss. "Hm, let me see what we have there..." she said, surprising me as I definitely wasn't expecting her to check out the content of that email here and then... and while still on cam with me. I saw her take another sip of her wine, and click on a link. "Oh, you put in a compilation. You know I'm not usually a fan of compilations..." "Erm, yeah, I know, but..." I started, blushing bright red and hoping the cam wouldn't betray me. "'Best Blowjob Cum in Mouth', that sounds promising though." She winked at the cam (actually winked!) before returning to the video. I could hear through my speakers the first grunts and moans. "Baby, if you like, you can watch it with me." "Wh- What?" She clicked on something, and the video noises stopped. Teasingly, she replied: "You're not going to wait here, while I watch, are you? Watch it with me, so that we can discuss it." She chuckled. "And this way, I'll make sure that the next selection will be just to my tastes." I stared at the little screen, dumbfounded. Obviously, the wine was doing some kind of effect, because I sure didn't recognize my mother there. And what she was proposing... well, that felt both exciting and... and unbelievable. She continued: "So, are you ready? I'm going to rewind it to the beginning, and we can launch it at the same time." "Give me a sec..." "Ok, baby. Ready now?" "Yeah..." "So 3... 2... 1... GO!" I clicked, my head a little dizzy with all this, just registering the huge smile on her face in the little screen. And next to it, the first girl giving the last strokes of a blowjob - just like the video title said. I thought we'd be silent, but after the third clip, she started talking again: "Wasn't that girl the same as in the first clip? She's good... nice tongue too. The second one was overdoing it, and that voice!" She laughed and took another sip of wine. I remained silent, not really knowing how to handle this new situation. After a few other clips, I saw my mother shifting a little in her seat. The compilation wasn't that great, but I was wondering... "Mom, is everything okay over there? I know it's not that good, but..." "No, I'm fine, baby. Just getting a little... flushed." And one of her hand moved inside the bathrobe, without a doubt caressing her breast. Two clips later (as there was a close-up on her girl giving a very sensual blowjob, before the obligatory cumshot), she started moaning a little... and moved her other hand between her thighs. She removed it quickly, as the video was coming to an end, and trying to catch some composure, turned towards the camera to say: "Yeah, well, that's why I don't like compilations that much. There are some good bits, and not so good ones, you know?" "I know, I know. So that's duly noted for next time: no compilations." "Good boy", she smiled. "Sorry for that..." "Don't apologize. It was hot though, and that's a good start. (she winked again) Ready for the next one?" "Erm, sure." The next video went more or less like the first - my mother surprising me with her comments, and now clearly fingering herself. The situation had me rock hard, of course, and I just couldn't believe what was happening. By the third video, she seemed to tense, and I saw her bite her lower lip - and then relax again. I (mentally) shook my head, wondering if I hadn't just seen my mother climax. She composed herself again very quickly, and said: "Hm, I think I won't hold you much more. You surely have plenty of young things waiting for you, baby." "Oh, Mom, I'm not that popular, you know..." "Come on baby. I can't imagine why you wouldn't be. Thanks for the nice videos, again - I'll watch the others later." "Ok Mom." "And for the next one, remember what I said, ok?" "Aye aye, Ma'am." "Good boy. Have a good evening, baby." "You too, Mom." And with that, the cameras went dark. I sat for a while, still surprised by what had just happened. And very quickly, I put on the next videos I had sent her, and imagining she was watching them too, I jerked myself off to an intense climax. The next day was a Friday - the last day of her seminar. For some reason that was kind of unclear for me (she had said something about travelling expenses), she had so spend the night over, and take a flight back early Saturday morning. Unfortunately for me, I didn't have much to do: I had but two lectures to attend, and most of my afternoon was free. So most of my afternoon ended up being spent looking for naughty videos on the Internet, with a very strict selection to make sure they would fit Mom's requirements. I also spent a lot of time sporting a raging hard-on, without my being able to decide if it was only because of the videos, or of the prospect of sharing them with her. Maybe I just didn't want to face reality, yet. When she finally logged on, some time after 8pm, I was nearly dying with anticipation - and had finished my second beer. And this time, I was the one to initiate contact: "hi Mom..." "hello baby. just a sec..." "yes?" And the invite for cams went up. I accepted, heart pounding, and waited for the picture to appear. The same room, the same white bathrobe, and another glass of wine... "So how does it feel now it's over?" "Such a relief... I must have spent an hour in the bath, just to cleanse myself of all that. (she giggled) And now I can relax and have some time off... How was your day, sweetie?" "Fine. A bit boring, but not as boring as yours, probably." "Let's hope not! (she laughed) And let's try and make that evening interesting, at least." "Erm, Okay." "Do you have anything for me? (a giggle)" "Yeah, I... I did my best." "Good. Can't wait to see what you found... you always find incredible videos, you know? I'm complaining and putting out requests and criticizing, but the stuff you find is always very hot." "Erm, thanks, Mom. I suppose." She laughs. "Take a compliment when you get one, young man." "Yeah, okay. Well, thank you." "Because you know, we finished a little early this afternoon... and I tried to look for some myself. Wanted to share them with you tonight. And it's hard to find good ones." "I know, tell me about it." "But it's fun too. And kinda hot and naughty too." "Hm?" "Yes, to think I was trying to find videos for you... that kind of video, you know? (she blushed, and looked away for a second) Anyways." I smiled. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Kinda hot and naughty." She smiled back. "Hm, I suppose you do. So what did you get me, baby?" "Wait a second." I sent the email, and soon heard the familiar "ping!" on the other side. "Hm, the names look very nice indeed. Shall we?" "Erm, sure." And we started watching the videos together, her sipping her wine, me with my beer. Like the previous day, she did most of the talking, commenting the ones she liked and the ones she found less interesting, all the while very openly carressing her breasts under the bathrobe. I was also wearing a bathrobe myself, but under my desk my cock was fully hard and pointing up, and I often had a hand wrapped around it to give it a quiet tug now and then. As I had been rather strict in my selection, there was only a handful of videos, and none of them were very long. When we were done with them, my mother took on a triumphant air: "Hm, then let me show you what I found." "Okay." She bent over the keyboard, and typed something. In my own window, a link appeared. "You'll see, that one is really nice. The girl is very enthusiastic and nasty in it..." I click on it, and with the first glance, I recognize the video. "Oh yeah, I know this one." "You do?" "Yeah, I do." "So then... why didn't you share it? It's great, it's nasty, it's..." "Yeah, it is, I suppose. But... have you listened to what she says?" "Hm? No, not really? I mean, the sound is not that good, and anyway who watches those videos for the dialog, hm?" "Well, I did." "And...? The suspense is killing me, Chris." "Listen to what she says at one minute or so." "Okay." I saw her fiddle with the controls, and then heard the garbled sound of the video. On the screen, Mom was cocking her head, trying to figure out what was being said. Then her mouth made a "o", and she looked at the cam again. "Did she say what I heard her say?" "What did you hear?" "'Cum for mommy'." "Yup, that's it. And that's kinda why I didn't think I should send you the link, you know?" "Hm, okay, now I see what you mean. Honestly, I hadn't heard anything the first time." I was certainly a bit drunk, because I decided to tease her with that a little more. "Hm-hm." "What, you don't believe me?" "I'm wondering." "What?" "You know, Freudian slip and all that." "Chris, I don't understand. (she giggled) I've had too much wine already, you have to explain things clearly if you want me to follow." I smiled, and explained: "Well, let's suppose you heard and sent it anyway. How should I consider it, hm? That's something of an invitation, right?" She chuckled: "You really have a dirty mind..." "But am I right?" "Yes, I suppose it could be that. But as I told you, I didn't hear it until you pointed it out at me." "Hm-hm." "What, you don't believe me?" "Oh, I do believe you. But I'm wondering if... how many times did you watch it?" "This afternoon, you mean? Twice, I think." "Twice. And you say you never actually listened to what she was saying." "Not really." "Not really. But maybe, on a subconscious level, you *did* hear what she was saying. And maybe that played in your... eagerness, say, to share it with me." Mom shook her head. "That's unbelievable. You honestly think I sent you that video because, on a subconscious level, I had heard what she said, and still, on a subconscious level, I intended that as an invitation, am I right?" "Something like that." She chuckled, and launched the video again, listening closely. She stopped it, and turned towards the camera again. "Ok, she does say 'Cum for mommy'. You're right." "See?" "But I never... hm, wait a minute. Consider that, hypothetically, this was indeed an invitation on my part." "Okay." "What would you have done?" "Hm, I don't know. I'm a good boy, you know, so maybe I'd have done my best to... satisfy you." "Your best? Like what?" "Well, we're on cam, so... you can use your imagination." "I don't believe you'd dare do that." "Why? I've done it before, you know." "Yes, I think you told me... before. But you wouldn't dare do that for me." "I think you're wrong. Of course, it would depend on what kind of stimulation I could get." "Are you talking about videos?" "Not really." "Hm, I thought so. So how much stimulation are you talking?" "To be honest, I don't think I would need much." "Do tell." "I don't know... maybe showing your ti- your breasts would suffice." "So what you're saying... following that 'invitation' you thought I had sent you, I'd only have to show you my boobs for you to give me a very special show?" I laugh. "Something like that." "I see. Well, I'll think about it. I had one - no, two other videos to share with you. Shall we?" "Sure." We watched the next video together, and when it was over, Mom joked about it: "Was that one okay? No hidden agenda on my part there, no message?" "No, it was fine." I smiled. "Okay, so here's my last one." She sent me a shortened link, I clicked and - stopped: on the screen was the 'cum for mommy' video. "Mom, you didn't send me the right link." "I'm sure I did." "No, it's the..." and then I realized that on the little screen, her hand was teasingly playing with the bathrobe, showing far more skin than she had before, with a hint of cleavage on display now. "It's the right video, I'm sure, baby." She took a sip of her wine, and kept on carressing her breasts, each movement opening the bathrobe wider. I swallowed hard, and stood up before the cam. Now that I was standing, my cock was hidden again, but on the little screen, my mother smiled and nodded in encouragement. A nipple was now visible, and she was teasing it and playing with it. I undid the knot holding the bathrobe, and slowly opened it - unveiling my hard cock. On the screen, my mother had opened her bathrobe too, and was now playing with her heavy tits, her eyes transfixed on the computer screen. I started stroking, slowly at first... mesmerized by the sight of my mother playing with her tits, a hand between her thighs, licking her lips and letting out little moans of pleasure. I was so turned on that I knew I wouldn't last long - so I stopped stroking. "What is the matter, baby?" "I'm close..." "Hmm... me too... come on baby, keep stroking... (I started stroking again)... yes baby... cum for mommy..." I stopped again. "Yes, baby, you heard me. Cum for mommy... please." She smiled and licked her lips, lust in her eyes. "Cum for mommy, baby." I started stroking again. "Yes, baby... cum for mommy... cum for mommy... cum for mommy..." That proved too much for me - and cum I did. At the last moment, I directed my cock towards my stomach, and the thick ropes of cum that suddenly exploded landed there, away from the keyboard and the computer. I heard Mom moan and murmur "yes... yes..." as her own orgasm overcame her. It took us a few minutes to recover, and somehow a strange shyness had come upon us. We remained silent for a moment, then I asked: "Erm, are you okay, Mom?" "Hm, I feel fine, baby. You?" "I- I'm good." "Good." "I think I'm going to take a shower, though." "Yes, you should. (she chuckled) And maybe I will, too." "Okay. Have a good night, Mom." "You too, sweetie. I'll see you tomorrow morning." "Right. Bye, Mom." "Bye, baby. And..." "Yes?" "Thank you." I blushed one last time, and we logged off. I didn't sleep well that night. Of course, I had drunk too many beers on too little food, and that certainly didn't help. But there was the prospect of Mom coming back home after what had happened last night, and... I just didn't know how things would unfold. She had been obviously about as drunk as I was, and - and now we weren't. The memory of the day after our initial cam fiasco was still very present in my mind, and I certainly didn't want to go through a similar experience. So when I heard her car coming up the driveway, I sudenly felt very tense and worried. I waited for her at the door, and she met me with a bright smile.