39 comments/ 175930 views/ 243 favorites Mom's Chat Seduction By: Sam Jason "This is what your mother's pussy smells like," my father told me. "Happy eighteenth birthday, son!" When he said this, I had not yet inhaled, and I was struggling not to do so. But dear old dad was too strong and too big. He was 6'3" of pure testosterone while I was 5'2" of video-game-trained flab. Finally, I gasped for air through the wadded up pair of panties he held to my mouth and nose. There was a slight fragrance of perfume, a little urine, and a lot of feminine musk. I think it was feminine musk, because I had never smelled a pussy before. He pulled the panties away and held them in front of my eyes. They were turned inside out so that the crotch was showing. "See that?" he asked. "See that, see that white, crusty stain there in the middle?" I didn't want to look, but my dad's huge hand was holding the back of my head like a softball and directing where my eyes pointed. "Dad, you're hurting me. Why are you doing this?" "You know what that crud is?" he said, hurting me a little more while he ignored my question. "That's where your mother's hairy little pussy drenched her undies. Oh, they were all wet when she got her juices flowing. But now all that's left is this flaky shit." The patch he was talking about had started to crack because of the way he had crumpled the underwear. It was all the more obvious because the thick residue show even paler against the dark maroon of the panties. "Stick out your tongue," he said. "No way," I said. That's when he squeezed the back of my neck until my tongue shot out and stayed out. "These are so dirty, they need a washing. And I'm going to use your tongue as the washboard." That's when he tried to bring the filthy crotch into contact with my tongue. I pulled my tongue in and turned my head aside as hard as I could. But, instead of using more force, Dad merely said, in a quiet tone that was even scarier than his usual yelling: "If you don't stick out your tongue, I'm going to stuff these down your throat." I stuck out my tongue. Dad started a slow up-and-down scouring of the crotch with my tongue. After about thirty seconds, he said, "Swallow." I did as I was told while he looked at the panties. "Again," he said. The procedure had to be repeated three times before he was satisfied. "There. You did a fine job, Eric, these are all clean now." With that he showed me that the stain was completely removed. The salty taste in my mouth reminded me of where it had been removed to. "How do you like the taste of your mom's dirty cunt, son? Is it as sweet as that smile of hers? In a way, you just ate your mother's pussy!" He looked one last time at the panties, and made another discovery: "Look what we have here all caught up in cloth-a pubic hair-a hair as bright and red as the ones on her head." He picked it loose and held in up, then said one word: "Hand." I knew he wanted to place it in my palm, so I obliged before my neck or some other body part got roughhoused. He wasn't lying, because the hair was exactly the same color as the short hair on my mother's head: light red. The only difference was that the hair on her head was straight, and this one was incredibly curly. Dad threw the panties in my face before he turned to leave my room. "There's some homework for you." "Dad, why are you doing this?" I asked, trying not to cry. "Eric, my boy, you're going to do some dirty-work for me. You're going to fuck your mother! You're gonna fuck your mommy so good she gets knocked up!" ***************************************** The next morning, I didn't remember what had happened. Not for a minute or so, then it all came back. I didn't know what to think: had my dad gone crazy? had I imagined it? was he serious? was he testing me? I didn't know, but thought the best thing to do was to act like it never happened. "Morning, Mom," I said as I walked into the kitchen. "Morning, sleepyhead," she said without looking over her shoulder at me. She was busy pulling some toast out of the toaster and buttering it. "You overslept-again! Didn't want to interrupt some dream?" she laughed. Mom had on what I called her shower robe. It was a shiny dark green satin, and she wore it only when on her way to the shower or after, before dressing. I had never thought about it much, but this morning I noticed that she had it tightly wrapped around her. So tight it followed the crack of her ass, showing off a well-toned butt. "If your father doesn't give you a ride to school, you'll be late." "He never wants to give me a ride, so I guess I'll be late." High School graduation was only two months away, and my senior year couldn't get over fast enough. I was looking forward to college in the fall. I had been accepted to my first choice, a local college I was going to commute to every day. I wouldn't have to go through the dorm experience. "Just because your father is the Chief of Police doesn't give you a right to-" "Take advantage. I know, Mom. How long have you been telling me that?" "All your life," she said. Then we both laughed. I was drinking a hot cup of cocoa at the kitchen table, like a thousand other mornings. Like that same thousand times, Mom leaned across the table when she said, "Here's your toast." Unlike any of those other times, I looked at her robe falling partially open, showing a great cleavage and her right boob almost down to the nipple. I looked at the toast on the plate quickly, hoping I hadn't stared too long. "Thanks, Mom." "Are you all right, young man?" "Just thinking about some stuff Dad said." What I was really thinking about was that my mom was naked under that robe. "Don't let anything your father says bother you. You know how he is," she said followed by a sigh. I had finished my toast when I heard the creak of leather. The sound of my father in his uniform, belt, and holster. "Hey, Sport. Need a ride to school?" I tried remembering when he ever offered me a ride before. I couldn't. "You're not leaving without giving your ol' mom a kiss goodbye. C'mere." "Yeah. Give your mother a nice hug and kiss," Dad said. It didn't sound any different from his usual tone, but then again, it did. Mom had her arms open, so I didn't make a big deal. She hugged me close, like usual. She was all of 5'10", so I was looking up at her. Her right hand held my head tight against her chest, and for the first time in my life, I was thinking of the feel of my mom's big tits against my face. "Have a good day," she said as she kissed me. I went for her cheek, but felt the sides of our lips touch too. I'm ashamed to admit that, as I looked at her face, I thought: "I know what your pussy tastes like." *************************************** In the car, Dad's police car, of course, I was hoping Dad wouldn't talk of what happened the night before. "I bet you jerked off last night," he said, then added in a whiny voice, "thinking about your mom." I stayed silent, wishing the school was closer. "What a nice sight of you two hugging and kissing this morning. I bet you were wanting to tear that god-dammed bathrobe off her and get right to it." His statement made me visualize doing just that and seeing my own mother naked for the first time. After staring out the side window for thirty seconds, I whined, "Dad, what reason can you have for saying this stuff? I don't understand!" "Glad you asked, Sport." He only called me Sport when he wanted to make fun of or degrade me. "I don't have A reason. Nope. I have four point seven MILLION reasons." "Huh?" "Who died last month?" Dad asked. "Grandpa...? Mom's father?" I answered like I was in a bad dream because this made no sense at all. "Bingo! And his will left 4.7 MILLION dollars to your mother." "WHAT?" I yelled. "THAT'S GREAT!" "Hold on, Sport. That COULD be great, except for one little thing. The will said the money would go to the eldest child." "But, that's Mom. She's two years older than Uncle Sean." "How old is your mother?" Dad asked. "Dad...?" "C'mon-how old?" "You know she turned 39 just two weeks ago." "Right. All that math is doing you some good. The thing is, the will says the money goes to the child UNDER 40 who has at least two children of their own." "Uncle Sean has four kids," I said, seeing loads of money flying away. "Yeah, Sean the idiot is about to become a millionaire if we don't do something about it." "We?" "You see, Sport, unfortunately I have a slight problem in the sperm count department. Like ALL mine has already been withdrawn from the sperm bank. That's where YOU come in, with the emphasis on 'cum.'" So that was his plan. To get Mom pregnant and have another kid before she turned 40. "Why don't you just do that artificial insemination thing?" "Your mom has some weird religious beliefs, and 'unnatural procreation'—as she calls it—is one of them. Anyway, if I have to raise a kid, that kid is gonna have some of my blood in it. Understand? Plus, I'm not gonna have no other guy's sperm swimming around in my woman." My dad was insanely jealous of my mother. If he hadn't been the Chief of Police, there were several times he would have been in deep trouble for assaulting various admirers that got too close or said the wrong thing to Mom. He didn't even like a guy looking at Mom. "I still don't understand. What's different about having MY sperm swimming around?" "That's because, and I hate to say it, you're a little wimp of a disappointment. Have been for all your life. Having your sperm do the job wouldn't be like another man, but like a nothing, like an extension of my own dick doing the work. You're Beth's son, for God's sake. She wouldn't in her craziest day think of you like a real man!" he laughed. "It would be a clinical artificial insemination in my estimation." Crazy was the word! My dad wanted me to get my mother pregnant so he could get his hands on millions of dollars. Crazy! And I wasn't going to be part of it, even if it meant being poor for the rest of my life. "I won't do it. I couldn't. Dad, please-she's my mother." "You just have to start thinking of her more as a beautiful and sexy woman, and less as a mother. I began your training last night. I bet it started working already." I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of ever knowing what thoughts I had when I was near mom this morning. Looking at her ass and her tits. "Well, I have nothing to worry about," I said with a defiance I really didn't feel, "because, like you just said, you know how religious mom is and she's never go along with anything like this. She goes to church almost every day!" He stopped the car in front of the school, peeled off his sunglasses, and looked at me. "I'm the Police Chief, and I know people, and I know things, and I know how to get people to do things. Have a nice day at school, Sport! And don't think about fucking that great body of your mom's too much while in class!" ************************************ I'd love to tell you that my father's words had no effect on me, but that would be a lie. All day long I had constant visions of my mother, accompanied by the memory of her smell and taste. I tried to picture her baking or cooking or working in the garden, but all those stories ended up with her in her shower robe facing away from me and untying it and dropping it off her naked body. I was finally glad to get home and do something constructive, like playing a video game, and forget about my father-and mother. But, I was in for a surprise. As I entered the living room, there was my mother-in her shower robe. In the afternoon. On a school day. "Mom! What are you doing home? Didn't you ever change... I mean go out?" "I did go out, Mr. Nosey. But, my afternoon meeting with the charity organization got cancelled. So, I thought, on a beautiful day like this, why not take a nice long run. Five miles! That's a new high for me. I don't think I've ever sweat so much! In fact, I'm just about to take another shower. And, I promise it'll be the last one today!" Mom and her fitness. She had a workout program she really stuck to. Strength training, stretching, cardio-she did it all. That's what kept her so thin and toned. "What do you weigh now?" I asked before I caught myself. "Why ERIC! You should never ask a woman that. But, again, Mr. Nosey, if you have to know, I weigh an even 144! That's not too much for my height, do you think?" Mom put her hands on her hips and did a slow twirl around, ending with a sexy pose with her hands behind her head. "Err... no... not too much, Mom." "Get yourself a snack while I shower." I was going to do exactly what she said until I saw her turn and head for the bathroom. Then, for some reason, I gave her a few seconds and followed. When it got hot, the bathroom door doesn't latch completely when you swing it shut; you have to consciously push it closed. It was hot today, and the door had swung open about an inch. I took two deep breaths before getting up enough courage to peek in. There, just like my school-time visions was Mom in her robe, facing away from me. And, just like the vision, she untied it and shrugged it off her shoulders. That's where reality took over from imagination. Although Mom didn't have a top on, she did still wear her tight blue running shorts. But, not for long, because she hooked her thumbs under the elastic waistband and pulled them down, revealing the two rounded muscular butt cheeks that were much lighter than her tanned body. Mom never turned around, luckily, because she couldn't have missed my eye and face pressed against the doorjamb and door. Never turning around also meant I never saw her boobs or bush. She stepped out of her shorts with one foot, and kicked them up on top of the clothes in the portable nylon hamper we kept in the bathroom with the other. I backed away before she headed into the shower. I sat in the kitchen, absentmindedly eating a snack of cookies and milk while listening to the shower water run. I had thoughts like: "Mom's in there completely naked" and "I bet she would love someone to wash her back." That's when I heard Mom shut off the water and minutes later say as she was heading for her bedroom, "Eric, do Mom a favor and carry the hamper down to the washer?" "Okay, Mom," I called back. I thought about trying to spy again as Mom was dressing, but didn't want to press my luck. I did just as I was told, and put the hamper near the washer down cellar. As I was about to head upstairs, I saw those running shorts peeking out from under a white towel. I stood there thinking for a while before picking them out of the pile. They were inside out and wet-wet with the sweat of five miles of running on a hot day. If this had been a normal day, I never would have thought twice about the laundry or the shorts. But, last night had made this an unordinary day. I raised the crotch of the shorts to my nose and inhaled. The scent was much stronger than the panties. It had pussy juice drenched in sweat this time, a much more potent mixture. I filled my mouth with the inner lining of the shorts and sucked hard and swallowed as much perspiration and vaginal fluid as I could. It tasted like nothing I had ever experienced before. And, there was another first: I had an erection that wouldn't quit. I had a hard-on for my mother. ********************************** "What would you say if I told you your mother was sex chatting up some young guy?" my dad casually asked me. He came to my room after dinner, an arrival I didn't welcome. "Dad, you're nuts. You're paranoid. You always think every guy is looking at Mom. You're ridiculous with how you've always been jealous. I don't want to hear it." "Eh, maybe you're right," Dad said. He had a laptop under his arm, one I had never seen before. "You know Charlie Sevinsky down at the station?" "Your computer guy," I said. "Computer Forensics Specialist, if you want to be specific. And he's good. I personally know how to use email-barely. But, Charlie, he knows his stuff." Dad put the laptop on my desk and opened it. The screen glowed alive. "I had Charlie put something he called a key-logger on your mom's computer. You know what it showed? It showed she was chatting up somebody by the name of BaBeeBoy69 on a site called..." Dad took a slip of paper out of his breast pocket and read: "ShyBoys4Cougars.com." I could only shake my head and open my mouth without a sound even making an attempt to come out. Dad continued. "Now, if it had just been me, the trail would have ended there. But, not so for Charlie. This stuff's easy for him and he does it all day long. He traced BaBeeBoy69 back to a 57-year-old guy living with his own mother right here in town. Turns out he's on parole and wasn't hard to convince to give up his computer in return for not enforcing about a dozen parole violations he had. You can't imagine how cooperative people get when you're the Chief of Police." I had to believe it now. For some reason Mom was on some weird website. "This guy was pretending to be an 18-year-old virgin who was so shy he couldn't even talk to girls in person, but was looking for an older woman who would be an understanding mom-type. Your mom fell for that role in a big way, and wanted to nurture him and help him grow up." "Maybe you should just leave her alone, Dad. You're never home, always working, and ignore her while you ARE here. So, maybe she wanted some attention. Is that so bad?" I was surprised I even knew what I was saying. A minute before I hadn't even thought of Mom's needs. I was also surprised Dad didn't haul off and whack the back of my head like usual. "I'm really happy you're concerned, BaBeeBoy69, because you're taking over the chat duties with Mom!" "WHAAAA?" was all I could say. "Oh yeah. Your mother's going to be nurturing an 18-year-old boy, but, that boy will really be her son." "I won't do it," I said, and folded my arms. "Well, I tried," Dad said while closing the laptop and picking it up. He turned to leave my room. I thought to myself "Whew! That was easy!" That's when he turned back and said, "Remember that arrest of yours last year, the one for selling pot, the one that we never told your mother about, and the one where the case file got lost?" "DAD! That was one time. A mistake I never made again like I promised!" "Just wanted to tell you I found that file, and if it got into your permanent record, that big fancy school you got accepted to-and, all those other schools-would have no trouble saying so long to your college career. But, on the bright side, I hear they're hiring down at the shipping depot: 12-hour shifts at night. So, you have THAT to look forward to." He put the laptop down again on my desk along with the slip of paper. It had the website, username, and password. Dad didn't have to tell me to login, which I did. There was a red number one showing BaBeeBoy69 had a message. "See what it is," Dad said. I clicked it and it showed: "Can't wait to talk with you tonight at 8." It was from LilRedRyder. I looked at the clock at the bottom right corner of the computer: 7:10. "LilRedRyder is your mom. I'll let your limited imagination figure out why she chose that. So, Sport, you're got some homework to do before 8. You have to read all the previous chats to get up to speed. ****************************** Turns out the previous chats had been flirtatious, but mostly polite. The guy obviously knew how to take his time and not scare somebody off. They had only texted, but BaBeeBoy69 was pushing to video-chat. My mother had protested that she didn't want her face to show, and the pervert had told her about using the preview button to check that nothing above the neck was going to show. He said he was even more scared to have his face online. I bet THAT statement was definitely true. Mom's Chat Seduction He told mom he wanted to see her so he knew it was a real person that was trying to help him. See, that was his angle, that he was so socially shy around girls that he needed an older woman who understood someone younger and wouldn't judge. I could relate. And so, he had hit on Mom's weakness-she loved to help people and that's why she was so caught up in the goody two-shoes stuff in town and at the church (which was where she was now). Dad came back to my room and said: "Showtime!" I said, "I'm ready." "That's why most criminals get caught," he said. "They're stupid like you. If you video-chat and your mother sees those posters on your wall, what is she going to say: 'Hey, they're set up just like Eric's' or 'What the fuck?'" I looked behind me. He was right, and I hadn't thought of that. "Come down cellar into our 'command center' that I've set up." The command center turned out to be a corner of his home office where he had set up a card table with a tablecloth and a rug/tapestry thingy hung on the wall behind it. He also handed me a T-shirt showing a peace sign with an apple pie background and the word "Pie-ce" written in tie-dyed colors. "All donated by BaBeeBoy69. He told us this was his on-air setup. So, what's good enough for him... Plus, if there's any of him floating around the internet that you mother might have hunted up, this will mesh. Get it?" I got it more than I liked it. I was hating ambushing Mom like this, but I didn't know what else to do. When I logged on, there was a message already: LilRedRyder: I'm here. I wrote back: BaBeeBoy69: Sorry I'm a little late. LilRedRyder: Trouble? BaBeeBoy69: No. My mom had me doing some chores. LilRedRyder: How old is your mom? I looked at my father, and he said, "We learn enforcement that the best lies are the ones with the most truth in them. Tell the truth about everything that doesn't give your identity away." BaBeeBoy69: She's 39. LilRedRyder: Hmmm. That's how old I am. BaBeeBoy69: Strange. LilRedRyder: Strange? You don't think of me like your mother do you? Does that make you uncomfortable? BaBeeBoy69: I meant strange like coincidental. LilRedRyder: Oh. OK. That's good BaBeeBoy69: Do you have kids? When there was a pause, my father gave my neck a squeeze and said, "Don't blow this." Then came an answer: LilRedRyder: A son. He's 18. Just turned 18. BaBeeBoy69: Hey! Like me. You don't think of me like a son, do you? LilRedRyder: Turnabout is fair play! No. I think of you as a man, a young man. BaBeeBoy69: How about if we video-chat? LilRedRyder: I'm still not ready for that. BaBeeBoy69: That's what you've been saying, but you'll like it. LilRedRyder: I'm sure I will, but not yet. "Accuse her of not being who she says she is. Force her hand," Dad said. BaBeeBoy69: I've heard that online predators never show themselves. You're kind of scaring me. LilRedRyder: Please don't be scared. I'm telling the truth. BaBeeBoy69: Then, turn on your camera like I've told you for the last two weeks so your face doesn't show. There was a pause of over a minute. I thought Dad was going to be impatient and slap the back of my head or something, but he just stood there silent. LilRedRyder: OK. I think I have it now. Dad said, "I could smell that coming. Now what I need from you is to coax out some naked pictures from her. You know how to take screenshots, right?" "Duh!" I said. He probably would have done me some damage if the screen hadn't been filled with my mom's cleavage. She had on scoop-necked mint green tank top. Obviously, she had no bra on. I could see from the background she was in a small office at the church where she volunteered. From the state of my mom's nipples, the air conditioner was going full blast. BaBeeBoy69: Wow! LilRedRyder: There. Satisfied? BaBeeBoy69: I guess you're for real. LilRedRyder: They sure are! Mom gave her boobs a little shake back and forth. LilRedRyder: Now your turn. "Make sure the microphone is muted," Dad said. I turned on my camera. LilRedRyder: Are you Simple Simon? BaBeeBoy69: What? LilRedRyder: Sorry. The pie. That old rhyme about the pieman. BaBeeBoy69: Oh yeah. I hadn't heard that in a while. LilRedRyder: So, do I look like your mom too? BaBeeBoy69: No way. She can't show off what she has like you can! I looked at Dad and he shrugged an approval. LilRedRyder: I'm glad you approve. BaBeeBoy69: I really appreciate seeing you. It makes me know you're who you say you are. LilRedRyder: I'm glad you talked me into this now. I feel better too. We went slow and talked about growing up and how to feel comfortable around girls. Then she asked: LilRedRyder: Stand up so I can see the rest of you. Luckily I had some generic jeans on. I stood and turned all the way around. LilRedRyder: How tall are you? BaBeeBoy69: 5'9.5" LilRedRyder: We're almost the same height. BaBeeBoy69: Now your turn. Stand up. A long pause before she pushed her chair back and did a twirl. BaBeeBoy69: Wow! You have an amazing butt. I bet you've got a flat stomach too. LilRedRyder: I work hard to keep it that way, too. BaBeeBoy69: Let's see it. LilRedRyder: No. BaBeeBoy69: If you work that hard on those abs, they deserve to be shown. LilRedRyder: No. "Tell her 'If they're anything like those tits and that ass you have, they must be spectacular,'" Dad commanded. I looked at him with disbelief. "Women want to show their bodies. They're looking for permission to be naughty. Sometimes they need a good nudge." Then he pointed to the keyboard. I wrote what he said. There was a long pause. LilRedRyder: You surprise me, you naughty boy! Mom got up and lifted her tank top past her navel, showing off a tanned and toned stomach. Dad said, "Keep saying 'higher' until she quits. BaBeeBoy69: Higher. Mom lifted up to the bottom of her rib cage. BaBeeBoy69: Higher. She lifted to just below her boobs. BaBeeBoy69: Higher. The shirt went up, showing her breasts to just below the nipples. I took a quick screenshot, and before I could make one last request, she dropped the shirt and sat down. LilRedRyder: I can't believe you got me to do that! BaBeeBoy69: You have such an amazing body. Wow! LilRedRyder: Now, what are you going to show me? BaBeeBoy69: Not my stomach after seeing YOURS! "Tell her you'll show her the top of your pubic hair." "Dad! I won't. Plus, that'll scare her away." "Trust me," he said. "Women like to force the issue as much as men. They just don't want people to know it." LilRedRyder: Then, what? BaBeeBoy69: The top of my pubic hair." LilRedRyder: I beg your pardon! BaBeeBoy69: I'll show you where my pubic hair starts. A long pause while Mom squirmed in her seat. LilRedRyder: OK. This time, the pause was mine. "Hurry up before she chickens out. You got her going." I stood, unbuttoned my pants and unzipped them. For greater control, I used both thumbs to gently guide my white underwear to the spot where two or three pubic hairs looked over the waistband. LilRedRyder: Lower. I pulled down until there was an inch of black tangles showing. LilRedRyder: Lower. This time I went to just where my cock started, showing all of my pubic triangle. LilRedRyder: I have to go. Then, the screen went dark. "I told you it would scare her away," I said. Before I could get my pants up, Dad ripped them and my underwear down, springing totally into view my raging erection! "My God, Eric. Where'd you get THAT thing? That's the biggest cock I've ever seen, and I've had to witness quite a few in the line of duty. Look at this," he said as he grabbed the leather nightstick he carried in his belt and placed it aside of my penis. "This is ten inches long, and it's only a little longer than that concealed weapon you've been carrying." I pulled my pants up, ashamed that Dad saw I was excited. "Damn! Your mother made a man of you tonight!" ****************************** Mom got home about a half hour later. Dad, as usual, had been called out on some police business. "Eric, how's my favorite son?" she joked. Although now, if I hadn't been BaBeeBoy69 myself, I would have been jealous of her "other" son. "I'm good, Mom. How was the meeting?" "Boring. Same sort of stuff, but I think I'm really helping someone," she said as she put down her purse and carryall bag. She was wearing the conservative skirt and blouse she left in, and must have changed into the outfit of tight jeans and tank top for our chat. "Do you want something cold to drink," she asked before heading for the kitchen. "No thanks, Mom." As soon as she rounded the corner, I dove for her bag and discovered I was right. There was her chat uniform: tank top under her neatly folded jeans. I noticed that the crotch of her jeans was slightly darker. A little further digging showed another surprise-a pair of pink panties. I heard Mom head for the bathroom and knew I had a few more seconds to explore. I held up the panties by the waistband and decided to give them a good sniff. When I did, I found they were completely soaked with pussy juice. I didn't feel guilty licking their interior until I heard the bathroom door open. After all, I figured I was the cause of their flavor. "So, what did you do tonight, my darling son?" "I studied some anatomy." I watched her face, and it got a little smile on it. "Learn much?" "Not as much as I'll need for my exam. Maybe I'll ask for some help." "I'd offer," she said, "but I don't think I'd be of any use." "Mom, you have more important things to do than teaching some 18-year-old kid anatomy." She laughed out loud. "Maybe you don't know your mom as well as you think! How about using some of that anatomy knowledge and giving your mom a little back-rub. I was holding myself in a funny position for a long time and got a little ache in my neck." She sat down and I got behind her and started a gentle rub of her neck. "Mmmmm," she said. "But, you're going to have to do it harder if you want me to really feel it." I felt my cock growing at those words. I was shocked to feel my cock twitch and realize I was really thinking about fucking my own mother! "Aaaahhh! That's much better," she whispered. "I bet you didn't think somebody my age could know how to make you feel this good, Mom." "You'd be surprised at what I think a boy your age would be able to accomplish!" Completely harmless statement if I didn't know what was behind it. "Want me to go higher or lower?" "Lower, lower, lower!" she said, obviously mimicking in her mind the commands she had given me. She was enjoying reliving our chat. I rubbed her back for about five minutes, and then she said, "I'm bushed, and heading for bed. Goodnight sweetie." I gave her a tight hug, feeling those tits that I had almost seen, and then gave her a kiss on the cheek that caught about 50 percent of her mouth this time. "Good dreams, Mom." "I know I will, Eric." When I got back to my room, I looked at the chat room site and there was a message from LilRedRyder. It said "Really enjoyed your company. Chat tomorrow at 4?" I wrote back: "Sounds great!" ************************************ "You know we only have a few more days to get this done. Your mother's fertile time is coming up quick. And, I have to leave for that conference Albany this morning. I'll be gone for 2 days, and I'm counting on you to have some naked photos I can use as leverage when I get back." "I don't think Mom will go for it," I said. After the other night, I wasn't sure. "Just keep after her. We have to get a photo of at least her boobs and her face so we can identify her. Completely naked would be the best." "What if I back out?" I said. "You mean that hard-on was fake and you don't want to see you mother's shapely body naked? And, you don't mind never being able to get into college? I thought so! Here's a bag of clothes you can wear while chatting that she won't recognize. Typical sting operation stuff, this. You'll get the flavor of it-or not!" After Dad left, I went through my zombie routine at school and got home about three. Mom wasn't there, but arrived at ten of four. "Eric, I'm going to my room to take a nap, so please don't disturb me until I wake up." No hug or kiss. That was that. I hurried down to Dad's office and unlocked it. For the first time in my life, he had given me a key to his perpetually locked office. I changed into a pair of black running shorts and a white shirt that said "Change" surrounded by coins. When I saw Mom's icon indicate she was online, I send a video chat request. She accepted. I should have known something was up by the way she was dressed. Nothing provocative at all. BaBeeBoy69: Hi! LilRedRyder: I think things got out of hand yesterday. BaBeeBoy69: How? LilRedRyder: Things just went WAY too far. Farther than I intended BaBeeBoy69: Are you angry with me? LilRedRyder: Not with you. With myself. BaBeeBoy69: You didn't do anything wrong. LilRedRyder: I'm supposed to be the mature one here and help you with your shyness. BaBeeBoy69: You are. I talked to some people today I never would have before. I was scared that this was all going to blow up and have Dad on the warpath. I was winging it as best I could. LilRedRyder: I'm glad, but that doesn't make what I was doing right. BaBeeBoy69: You're helping my confidence more than you know. LilRedRyder: I'm glad. Let's just keep it friendly. OK? BaBeeBoy69: You're dressed different. LilRedRyder: I sent you the wrong signal yesterday. My bad. BaBeeBoy69: It was good to me. You have a tremendous body and it should be appreciated. LilRedRyder: Maybe this isn't a good idea any more. BaBeeBoy69: You're going to reject me. Just like everyone. LilRedRyder: No, no. You don't understand. I just want to set up some boundaries. BaBeeBoy69: You were probably laughing at me when you teased me. LilRedRyder: Teased you? BaBeeBoy69: Yeah, almost showing me your boobs. Not fair. LilRedRyder: That's what I mean. I went too far. I'm sorry. BaBeeBoy69: I want to see your tits. Dad had said be aggressive when the going gets tough. I figured using "tits" instead of "boobs" sounded agressive. LilRedRyder: I won't do that. Like I said. That was a mistake. BaBeeBoy69: Just this once. LilRedRyder: No. BaBeeBoy69: You got me to show you stuff. You call that fair? LilRedRyder: I said it was my mistake. BaBeeBoy69: You had your way. Admit you liked it, when I showed you my pubic hair. LilRedRyder: This isn't getting us any where. BaBeeBoy69: Just admit you liked it, that it excited you. A long pause then: LilRedRyder: We're human beings and each one of us has desires. But they have to be controlled. BaBeeBoy69: You excited me too. A long pause. LilRedRyder: I did? Well it's my responsibility to direct that in a positive way. BaBeeBoy69: You should have seen the erection I got because of you. LilRedRyder: You should't be saying that to me. BaBeeBoy69: It's true. I bet you want to see my cock just like I want to see your tits. LilRedRyder: That's not true. BaBeeBoy69: Tell me you don't want to blow my mind with a look at your tits! LilRedRyder: I'm going to leave. BaBeeBoy69: Tell me you don't want to see the effect your beautiful body has on my cock. LilRedRyder: You have to stop. BaBeeBoy69: Just show me your tits once. LilRedRyder: This is going nowhere. BaBeeBoy69: Then this is the end? LilRedRyder: I didn't mean that. BaBeeBoy69: What's the big deal. I've never seen real tits in person and I wanted you to be my first. LilRedRyder: That's a nice thought, but no. BaBeeBoy69: Then, goodbye. I thought we had something. I logged off. I thought that's what Dad would do. I went upstairs and listened at Mom's bedroom door. She was rustling around, and definitely not sleeping. By the time I got back to Dad's office, there was a message from her: "I didn't mean to hurt you. Sorry. We can make this work." I wrote back: "Show me your tits and I'll show you my stiff cock." I stared at the screen for fifteen minutes. Finally, a little red "one" appeared. I clicked it, and it said "OK." Mom must have done some serious soul-searching in those fifteen minutes and wrestled with her excitement and desires. Desires won, apparently. I initiated the reconnection, and finally a picture of Mom appeared in the video window. She had on her green shower robe. LilRedRyder: Hi. BaBeeBoy69: Hi. LilRedRyder: I'm sorry for any misunderstanding. BaBeeBoy69: Just being back here with you makes me feel lots better. LilRedRyder: Me too. We've spent a lot of time chatting, and I don't want to throw that away. BaBeeBoy69: You've changed clothes. I like your robe. LilRedRyder: I figured this would make it easier to get this over with. BaBeeBoy69: I wish you didn't think of it like that. LilRedRyder: This is difficult for me. I'm not like this. BaBeeBoy69: Are you saying you're not curious about what my cock looks like? LilRedRyder: I didn't say that. I'm just guilty about it. You're as young as my son. BaBeeBoy69: You've never seen his cock? LilRedRyder: Let's not talk about him. BaBeeBoy69: OK. Let me see your tits, please. Mom took a long time, and I didn't interrupt her. She went for the lapels first like she was going to pull them back over her breasts. But, she finally decided to undo the belt. The robe fell partially open showing skin from her neck to her waist while she was seated in front of the camera. All the time she was careful never to show her face. Finally, she parted the robe and shrugged it back over her shoulders. This gave me the first look at the most beautiful breasts I ever saw. They were big and full and tipped with light-colored pink nipples. The circles around her nipples were barely visible—a redhead thing, I guessed. BaBeeBoy69: Wow! They're beautiful! LilRedRyder: Thank you. BaBeeBoy69: I bet they're nice and heavy. I would love to feel them. LilRedRyder: A man has to be gentle with a woman's breasts. BaBeeBoy69: I would love to suck them. I waited for a response, but got none. BaBeeBoy69: You would like that wouldn't you? No response again, but I bet Mom's panties were warming up again. BaBeeBoy69: Lean forward so they hang a little bit. I thought I would get a protest, but she did exactly as I said. Her breasts dangled down and she swayed her shoulders back and forth to make them wave in front of the camera. At one point, her chin and lower lip were visible. I had been taking screenshots all along, and didn't miss that one either. When she went to put the robe back on, I said: BaBeeBoy69: Leave it off. LilRedRyder: I gave you what you wanted. That's enough. BaBeeBoy69: Don't you want to see my cock? LilRedRyder: Don't make me ask. BaBeeBoy69: If you leave the robe off, I'll bet it'll be extra hard. LilRedRyder: OK. It's off. BaBeeBoy69: Tell me what you want me to do. Like yesterday. I got up and made sure my crotch was center stage on the camera. Evidently Mom didn't need much encouragement. LilRedRyder: Pull your shorts down. Slowly. I did as she said, and inched the running shorts past my hips, then showing pubic hair, then down to where I had stopped yesterday. LilRedRyder: More. Please more. I pulled past the first inch of my thick cock, then continued as I fed inch after inch into view. LilRedRyder: Oh my God! I held my cock pointing downward as I lowered my shorts. Finally the mushroom-shaped purple head of my penis showed as my shorts neared my knees. Mom's Chat Seduction LilRedRyder: I can't believe it! I aimed my penis closer to the camera and give Mom several angles at it. Finally I pointed it directly towards the camera, and could see that the pre-cum had started to flow in a gooey drip that hung suspended from the tip. BaBeeBoy69: Admit it. You'd like to lick that off. No response. BaBeeBoy69: You'd like to suck on it, wouldn't you? Nothing for about thirty seconds, but I could see Mom's tits swaying as she squirmed her hips back and forth unconsciously. BaBeeBoy69: You'd let me cum in your mouth, wouldn't you? Mom's right hand reached down out of view. I gave her a few seconds before I said: BaBeeBoy69: You want to swallow my sperm, don't you? A long pause, then a single word: LilRedRyder: Yes. Then she awoke from her trance and pulled her robe on. LilRedRyder: I have to go. And she logged off, much to my disappointment. But, I learned a couple things from Dad, and one was not to let someone off the hook. I immediately sent a message: "I want to cum for you. I want you to watch me cum." It took ten minutes for you reply to come: "No. That would be too much. This was enough." I wrote back: "Admit you want to see all the cum you made me produce." She came back online. LilRedRyder: You got to see my boobs, and I got to see your cock. That was the bargain. BaBeeBoy69: I need to cum because of you. LilRedRyder: Well. Take care of that on your own. BaBeeBoy69: You admitted you'd love to give me a blowjob. LilRedRyder: That's not what I said. BaBeeBoy69: So, you wouldn't love it. To have my big cock in your mouth. LilRedRyder: You're making this hard. I stood up and gave her another shot at my stiff cock. BaBeeBoy69: You made THIS hard! LilRedRyder: It's so big. BaBeeBoy69: Over nine inches. LilRedRyder: OMG! BaBeeBoy69: Your tongue would feel so good licking the end. LilRedRyder: Don't do this. BaBeeBoy69: Then sucking the whole head into your mouth. LilRedRyder: My mouth is small. BaBeeBoy69: I would put my hand on the back of your head and pull your mouth onto it. LilRedRyder: I would open my mouth wide and pump your cock until you came. That's when a sudden inspiration hit me. BaBeeBoy69: I want to cum on your mouth. LilRedRyder: What? BaBeeBoy69: Take a closeup picture of your open mouth and email it to me. LilRedRyder: I told you I don't want any pictures of my face. BaBeeBoy69: Just your mouth. I'll print it and cum on your open mouth, giving you all my sperm. LilRedRyder: With me watching. BaBeeBoy69: Right. I gave her a throwaway email address I had and told her to take a closeup photo with her phone and use a similar junk address (which I know she used all the time) to send it to me. Within five minutes, I was holding a freshly-printed picture of a woman's nostril's lips, open mouth, and slightly extended tongue. That woman, obviously (to me who had seen that mouth every day of my life), was my mother. And I was about to soak this photo. I showed the photo to the camera. BaBeeBoy69: Beautiful mouth. LilRedRyder: Thank you. BaBeeBoy69: I've never kissed a girl. I would love to French kiss you. LilRedRyder: I would stick my tongue down your throat. BaBeeBoy69: You tell me what you want me to do. LilRedRyder: Guide you, like I'm really there? BaBeeBoy69: Yeah. Tell me what you want to do to me with your mouth. LilRedRyder: I want to kneel down in front of you, in front of that big hard cock of yours. I stroked my cock close to the camera. The tip was leaking great amounts of pre-cum, and it was stretching down until it broke free in a string and landed on the table. LilRedRyder: Oh, that looks so good. I would lick that all up. LilRedRyder: I would use both hands on that monster, and give you a beautiful handjob to start. LilRedRyder: Then, I would take you into my mouth and suck hard. I was starting to pump my cock harder. It suddenly hit me that this was for real. My own mother was telling me how she would love to give me a blowjob. The fact that she didn't know it was her son she was talking to made it all the more exciting because of the deception. I paused to type: BaBeeBoy69: Tell me you want me to cum in your mouth. LilRedRyder: I want to feel your sperm shoot down my throat, to taste all of you. LilRedRyder: I want to swallow all your semen and sperm, drain every drop of you. That did it-suddenly my cock head expanded and felt like it was going to burst with the blood pressure. But, all that burst was the dyke holding my cum back. Stream after stream (I unconsciously counted 8) of thick, hot white cum hit my mother's tongue and chin, and lips. I held the picture so that all the cum pooled in one nice pudding-like puddle on my mother's mouth. While I was cumming, I had said: "Mom!" I looked and was relieved that the mute was active. I showed mom the picture. LilRedRyder: OMG! I never saw so much cum. BaBeeBoy69: I wish it was all in your stomach right now. LilRedRyder: Me too. I don't know if I could keep up with swallowing all that. BaBeeBoy69: I'd make you swallow it all. LilRedRyder: OMG! You would, wouldn't you. LilRedRyder: That was the single most sexually exciting thing I've ever seen. BaBeeBoy69: I bet your pussy is soaked. That seemed to break the spell. LilRedRyder: I have to go now. BaBeeBoy69: I want to see your pussy. LilRedRyder: That's not going to happen. BaBeeBoy69: You saw my cock. LilRedRyder: Guys are different. BaBeeBoy69: Let me see your pussy. LilRedRyder: Only doctors and my husband have seen it. BaBeeBoy69: Now I want to see it. LilRedRyder: No way. That's it. I showed you my boobs. And, you got to see my mouth and tongue. BaBeeBoy69: Now I want to see your pussy. LilRedRyder: I have to go. BaBeeBoy69: OK. Just the top of your pubic hair. LilRedRyder: How do you know I'm not completely shaved? BaBeeBoy69: Your pubic hair, if you've got any. Mom stood up in front of the camera. I expected more of a protest, but like Dad has said, women like to show off their body. Mom had put her robe back on, and began to pull back the bottom. BaBeeBoy69: Take your robe off. LilRedRyder: That'll leave me just with panties on. BaBeeBoy69: Good! Mom untied the robe and let it drop to the floor. There she stood as she angled the screen and camera down until it centered on her tight blue panties and what was under them. She took her thumbs and pushed the fronts down a millimeter at a time (it seemed). Suddenly, the first little curl sprung free. A beautiful bright kinky red hair. More followed until the first half inch of Mom's pubic hair was in view. BaBeeBoy69: OMG! BaBeeBoy69: OMG! BaBeeBoy69: You're a redhead! BaBeeBoy69: I LOVE that! BaBeeBoy69: Lower! She obeyed and now there was a full inch in view. BaBeeBoy69: Lower! She stopped, stooped down, letting her breasts dangle in front of the camera, and wrote: LilRedRyder: That's all. BaBeeBoy69: Your red hair is getting me hard again! I wasn't lying. I showed my rejuvenated erection to the camera. LilRedRyder: I can't believe it! It's so big. Again! So soon! BaBeeBoy69: Lower! My cock had a positive effect, because Mom repositioned herself and pulled her panties down while forcing her legs together so that all that was showing was her full, glorious bush and no slit or opening. The good part was that when she reached to pull them down, her face came directly into view of the camera. I caught THE photo that definitely tied Mom to the chat and to her room. BaBeeBoy69: Now I want to see your vagina. LilRedRyder: I have to go. And she did. She got offline. I was so close to having her show me everything. I felt it. She was super horny and ready I blew it. Now she probably was in her room doing herself to relieve the tension. Maybe I could stop that. I made a quick phone call, changed my clothes and ran up to Mom's room. It took less than two minutes. I listened at Mom's door and heard sighs and grunts and moans. I was right. Mom was masturbating. I knocked loudly. "Mom? You okay?" There was a hurried flurry of things getting put in place before Mom partially opened the door. She was still in the green robe, but it was tightly tied. "Eric, what do you want? I told you I was going to sleep for a while." "It's been an awful long time, Mom. And when I came to check on you, I heard noises like you were sick or having a bad dream or something. I'm sorry I bothered you. Sorry for caring." "Eric, honey," Mom said as she opened her door. "I woke up too quickly, that's all. Come give me a hug. I'm sorry." I hugged Mom, those tits, the ones I had just seen for the first time, pressed against me. I ground forward a little until I made contact with Mom's crotch. All the while visualizing her great flaming-red bush. Another thing I noticed was that the room reeked of Mom's pussy. I knew what it smelled like, and the air in there was full of her. Our chat had heated that thing up to the boiling point. Now I had to keep it simmering. "Mom, I ordered a pizza for us both. It should be here any minute." "Any minute?" She sighed. "I'll be right out, honey." Nothing like a son to break the mood. If she had only known that THIS son had just cum all over her face, the mood would have been even different. There was one more piece to the puzzle to keep this thing moving. I ran back to the laptop and typed Mom a message: "What would my cock feel like in your vagina? Tell me at 10?" I waited, and a few minutes later, a message from LilRedRyder read: "OK." ************************************ "Glad I got the pizza, Mom?" "Huh? Oh yeah. Real glad." "You all right? You seem like you're a million miles away," I said. "Just thinking of something I saw today," she said nonchalantly. "Care to share?" I was enjoying playing the duel role of sex chat partner and devoted son. "Nothing important. How about you?" "I saw some interesting stuff on the internet today. Some rare shots of natural beauty." "I'm glad you're learning to appreciate what goes on around us in this world. I'm proud of you." I wondered if she would still be proud if she knew I was talking about her boobs and pussy. Mom never quite recovered and kept looking at the clock while we watched TV together. I sat closer to her than usual, and at one point, she leaned close and rested her head against my shoulder. I put my hand on her thigh like I'd done a million times in the past. But, this time that hand wanted to dive into her crotch. At 9:50, Mom stood up and said, "I'm still tired and want to go to bed. Thanks for spending time with me tonight, honey. Your mom enjoyed the company. I'm sure you want to go downstairs and play some of those video games, right?" She smiled. "I guess. I'll be downstairs if you need me, Mom." I'll be downstairs trying to get you naked again, that is. Mom gave me a hug and held on for longer than usual. Then she said, "Goodnight," and went for a kiss on the cheek. Instead, I kissed her full on the lips. It wasn't a long one or a hard one, but it was right on the mouth. That same mouth I had cum on earlier. I turned and walked away as if nothing had happened. She was still standing there as I left the room. I was already online when Mom, or LilRedRyder, arrived. She was wearing her robe again. I put on the same outfit as earlier. LilRedRyder: I'm here. BaBeeBoy69: Me too. I've been waiting a little while and didn't want to miss you. LilRedRyder: We have to talk. BaBeeBoy69: We are talking. LilRedRyder: I mean about how serious it is about what's taken place here. BaBeeBoy69: You seem to enjoy it as much as I do. LilRedRyder: That's not the point. It's about responsibility. I didn't respond. Dad had said that when you don't know what to say, shut up. The other person will try and fill in the gap and give away something important you can use. LilRedRyder: We went too fast. We have to take it slower. BaBeeBoy69: It felt right, what we did and how spontaneous it was. LilRedRyder: Feeling right doesn't make it so. I'm older and should know better. BaBeeBoy69: You came to this site because of the age difference, right? LilRedRyder: Yes. Because I wanted to mentor and bring some boy out of his shell. BaBeeBoy69: Not to see his big cock? There was no answer. BaBeeBoy69: Did you think about what I asked you? LilRedRyder: I'd rather continue our discussion. BaBeeBoy69: Did you think about what I asked you? About what my cock would feel like. LilRedRyder: Don't do this. BaBeeBoy69: About what my cock would feel like in your pussy. No answer. BaBeeBoy69: Have you ever had a cock this big in your pussy? I stood up and showed my hard-on, the one I had since she sat down in that robe. After 15 seconds and no response, I said: BaBeeBoy69: Is it bigger than your husband's? LilRedRyder: I won't answer that. BaBeeBoy69: It's a simple question. Is it bigger than your husband's. Yes or no. A long pause. LilRedRyder: Yes. BaBeeBoy69: So, if I slid this into your pussy, it would stretch you? LilRedRyder: Yes. BaBeeBoy69: It would fill you? LilRedRyder: It would hurt. BaBeeBoy69: But, you would love it. LilRedRyder: Why are you doing this? BaBeeBoy69: Would you love having my cock in your tight pussy? LilRedRyder: Yes. I would love it. BaBeeBoy69: Would it make you cum? LilRedRyder: Let's not talk about my sexual behavior. BaBeeBoy69: Would it make you cum? If I was sliding my big cock in and out of your pussy? LilRedRyder: Yes, it would make me cum. Satisfied? I was truthful with you. BaBeeBoy69: Thanks for that. It makes me happy that I could satisfy you. LilRedRyder: Now can we talk of other things? BaBeeBoy69: Take off your robe. I showed you my cock again, and I want to see those big tits. To my surprise, without any hesitation, Mom dropped the robe behind her, giving my grateful eyes a feast of breast. LilRedRyder: There. BaBeeBoy69: More beautiful than before. LilRedRyder: You're trying to be a charmer. BaBeeBoy69: That was ME being truthful. LilRedRyder: So, now that we got your question out of the way, what do you want to talk about? BaBeeBoy69: Oral sex. LilRedRyder: Be serious. BaBeeBoy69: I am. This afternoon we talked about blowjobs, but I don't know how a guy can do that for a girl. LilRedRyder: So, you are serious? BaBeeBoy69: Yeah. I don't get it. LilRedRyder: It's called cunnilingus. BaBeeBoy69: I know I've never heard of that. How does it happen? You lick around down there? LilRedRyder: You suck, very gently, on a woman's clitoris. That's the most sexually sensitive part of a woman. It makes her have an orgasm. BaBeeBoy69: Clitoris? I think I've heard that word, but don't know what it is. LilRedRyder: There's a little protrusion at the top of the folds, the labia. BaBeeBoy69: Show me. LilRedRyder: What? BaBeeBoy69: Show me where your clitoris is. LilRedRyder: No. BaBeeBoy69: Show me where your clitoris is. LilRedRyder: That would definitely be inappropriate. BaBeeBoy69: More inappropriate than me cumming on the picture you sent me? LilRedRyder: That was in the heat of the moment. BaBeeBoy69: And this would be you actually teaching, mentoring me in something important. LilRedRyder: I won't do it. BaBeeBoy69: You already showed me your pubic hair. It would be just a little more. LilRedRyder: That's a lot more. BaBeeBoy69: Stand up. Are you wearing the same panties as today? There was a pause. LilRedRyder: I'm not wearing panties. BaBeeBoy69: Then, even easier. Just stand up and show me. LilRedRyder: Don't make me. Dad said when somebody begs, it's a sure sign you're in control. "Don't make me" sounded like begging to me. BaBeeBoy69: Stand up. She did, and stood with her legs pressed together just like earlier. BaBeeBoy69: Move your feet apart so I can see more. Mom assumed a wide stance. This caused her vaginal slit to show darker through the red curls. LilRedRyder: That's as far as I'll go. BaBeeBoy69: The whole point is to show me where your clitoris is. LilRedRyder: It's there, at the top. Mom pointed to a spot about a half inch down from where the dark division line began. BaBeeBoy69: I don't see it. LilRedRyder: Well, it's covered by the labia, the vaginal lips. BaBeeBoy69: Pull them apart so I can see. LilRedRyder: Please don't make me. BaBeeBoy69: Show me your clitoris. Mom angled the camera and got her crotch close. Then with her right middle finger, she reached down and ran it from bottom to top of her slit, parting all that red hair. Then she used both hands to pull apart her pussy. It showed light pink and shiny with juices. At the top, two folds of skin formed a tight inverted "V"-and at the point of that "V" was a hard button of flesh. Mom's finger pointed repeatedly at it. Then, she sat down. LilRedRyder: That was it. BaBeeBoy69: And you suck on that? LilRedRyder: Yes. BaBeeBoy69: And that makes a woman cum? LilRedRyder: Oh yes. BaBeeBoy69. And it's sensitive? LilRedRyder: You have to be gentle. BaBeeBoy69: That how your husband makes you cum? There was a pause. LilRedRyder: OK. Since we're being truthful, my husband's never done that to me. Says it isn't for him. BaBeeBoy69: Must make you mad. LilRedRyder: More disappointed. BaBeeBoy69: I got an idea. LilRedRyder: What now? BaBeeBoy69: I'm sending you a picture of my mouth. LilRedRyder: Why? BaBeeBoy69: Like today, but in reverse. LilRedRyder: I don't understand. BaBeeBoy69: I want you to pretend I'm sucking on your clitoris. LilRedRyder: I'm still not getting it. BaBeeBoy69: I want you to make yourself cum by rubbing your clitoris. BaBeeBoy69: Hold my picture close, like I'm sucking on it. LilRedRyder: Masturbate in front of you? No way. BaBeeBoy69: I did it for you. LilRedRyder: That's different. BaBeeBoy69: I'm sending the picture. Of course, I wasn't going to send my OWN photo. I quickly cropped a photo from my phone. It was a handsome guy who was friends with a friend of a friend. The expression of the mouth looked perfect, though. I emailed it. A second later, I saw Mom pick up her phone and look. LilRedRyder: Be right back. I knew she was sending it to the printer in her room. When she returned: LilRedRyder: You've got a handsome mouth. BaBeeBoy69: Picture my lips around that clitoris. LilRedRyder: I can't do this. BaBeeBoy69: Rub your clitoris. LilRedRyder: No. BaBeeBoy69: Reach down and imagine it's my tongue swirling around. LilRedRyder: Don't make me do this. BaBeeBoy69: Admit it. You want to cum, don't you? After I spoiled her climax that afternoon, I suspected what her answer would be. LilRedRyder: Yes. BaBeeBoy69: Then cum for me. Just me. Right now. Let me watch you enjoy it. LilRedRyder: I have to move the camera. Mom took the laptop and put it on the hassock in front of her chair. She sat, completely naked on the edge of the chair and put her feet on the edge of the hassock, bending her knees almost all the way. She angled the camera so there was a closeup of her pussy. From this angle, I could see the dark entrance of her vagina as well. LilRedRyder: I'll look at your photo while I'm doing this. BaBeeBoy69: I can see your whole vagina. It's wet. LilRedRyder: I didn't think about that. I guess there are no secrets left. BaBeeBoy69: It looks delicious. I'd love to taste you. Of course, I had already tasted that pussy, if only by pairs of panties. Seeing it made the memory even better though.