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Virtual Seduction

By: bradley_stoke



Selena could imagine only too well the scenario in which she was participating. After all, she was wholly responsible for it. One small, but large breasted, girl was applying her wide-open mouth to Selena's own. Another girl, very similar in appearance, if not virtually identical, was licking and sucking and chewing her smooth and hairless vagina. Selena found the taste of saliva and teeth almost sweet, slightly salty, and strangely convincing. Her fist and most of her forearm was embedded deep within the vagina of a third girl, who differed only in appearance from the other two by virtue of the colour of her hair. All her eyes could see was the smooth white skin of the girl she was kissing, but she knew that the one whose vagina she was so brutally violating had canary yellow hair. And, correspondingly, a very hairy canary yellow crotch. 

Selena liked her girls to have hairy crotches. She didn't know why, but the combination she somehow liked best in her girls was that they should be short, big breasted and with very thick pubic hair. The girls' faces were mostly fairly identical: impossibly smooth and blemish-free. Just like her own face. Their straight hair was cut level to their chins and coloured, in these cases, yellow, blue and red. The hair colour was almost the only thing that could positively distinguish the three girls who were so passionately making love to her.

"Do you like it, bitch?" snarled Selena, in that erotic comic book style she'd once never believed she'd ever adopt.

"Yes, mistress!" said the yellow-haired girl, who demonstrated her ecstasy by cries of joy. She was hot and sticky and remarkably life-like. 

In fact, all the girls were remarkably life-like. Even Selena. She had placed many full-length mirrors about the extensive garden where she mostly spent her virtual life, so that she could admire herself as she walked, played or made love under the steady, unchanging, midday sun. As she observed her reflection in a nearby mirror set into the trunk of a large oak tree, she saw the image of herself in the passionate company of three short voluptuous girls, with skin so ivory smooth and perfect. The larger, taller, slim, but massively breasted figure who was naked in the midst of these girls was herself. Not involved in the action, but available at a moment's notice, was any number of similarly identical girls, with the self-same hairstyle coloured green, purple, black, gold or whatever. 

The girl who had been kissing her mouth transferred her attention down to her breasts and planted her thick luscious blue lips on their perfect aureate nipples. A drool of saliva fell out of her mouth, and rolled in a deliciously erotic flow down the lower contours of her huge mammary endowments and gathered as a puddle in her navel. Selena pulled her forearm out of the yellow-haired girl's cunt, dripping as it was with vaginal juices, and placed her lips and mouth on the well-delineated folds of her labia. The perfectly proportioned clitoris. The two folds of vaginal lips. The vagina itself that was capable of stretching to hold any sized object of approximately the right shape and dimensions. As was the almost equally accommodating anus. 

If only real life were like this. Not that this wasn't incredibly realistic. Indeed, in terms of taste, feel, smell and sight, it was actually more vivid and more credible than reality. But the nature of cyberspace is always to be a more lucid, more convincing and more tangible than the real world. And also a lot more accommodating to the fantasies that Selena or any other visitor to cyberspace might have. In the real world, of slow rather than accelerated time, of mundane rather than hyper real sensation, of aches and pains, of people who would not obey her every whim as her short, large breasted girls would do, in that world, Selena was a middle-aged, maybe even past middle-aged, woman, of slightly frumpish appearance, who had given up dying her hair, and whose skin showed only too well the creases of age, and whose waist-line was forever disobedient to her dieting plans. 

It was also true that she was a successful scientist, in the unfashionable field of organic chemistry. And blessed by an equally successful marriage, at least in terms of durability. And she earned an income that was the envy of both her peers and her own fat and balding husband. But in cyberspace she was a large breasted lesbian nymphomaniac. 

And maybe this image of herself that had evolved over many years of logging in to the virtual world and which she had created for her own pleasure, maybe this image was the real Selena that was hidden behind the thick lens of her glasses and her never very flattering clothes. Maybe she was meant to have enormous breasts, a slim waist, full thighs, and legs that went on forever. Rather, that is, than to have been a plump, grey-haired, middle-aged woman with several moles scattered on her face that grew larger at the same rate as they lost their youthful colour. Which one was the real Selena? Chemistry department Selena? Or sapphic sex goddess Selena? Selena was an expert in chemistry, not metaphysics. She had no answer to questions like that at all.

Selena paused in her lovemaking, and her three lovers paused also, but continued to stroke, kiss and cuddle her in the way she liked so much. Her personal avatars were so perfect. They matched her mood exactly and without question. Climaxing when she climaxed. Relaxing when she relaxed. Never complaining. Always ready and willing. Always there. But at this point the capacity of their Artificial Intelligence reached its limit. There was never any conversation possible beyond that of Selena's sexual desire and their own need to satisfy it. They had no experience upon which they could reminisce. No knowledge on which to pursue a conversation. And their roles were entirely circumscribed by her original intentions when she selected their avatar specification parameters.

So, she was delighted to see Angela, her closest friend in cyberspace, appear in her garden. Angela was not a virtual creation, except in the sense that the full-breasted, long-legged Selena was a virtual creation. Selena had no idea what the real Angela was like. No more than Angela knew about Selena's successful career in academia. The Angela that Selena knew was very slender, almost breastless, smooth-skinned, with a bare vagina and long straight black hair that came down to her buttocks. A contrast indeed to Selena's much more voluptuous virtual identity. And she tasted so very sweet. Her vagina, her small nipples, the ream of her anus, was so pleasant and sweet to the tongue. Quite unlike the rich smells and tastes with which Selena flavoured her body. 

Angela was different from a pre-programmed avatar not only by virtue of her appearance. As a real person with her own volition she was able to express herself in ways that were so much her own and not those of her designer. She had her own desires, her own sexual tastes, her own perversions, quite unlike Selena's and somewhat unpredictable. Although she could do what she liked with her own creations, Selena needed to be much more sensitive with Angela. If Angela wanted fisting then Selena could fist her. But if Angela were not in the mood for that, then Selena would have to find other ways to entertain. 

And it wasn't only sexually that Selena and Angela could engage with each other, though of course this was the original excuse that had brought the two together. They could also chat and discuss the world and their worries. They could just stroll together, hand in hand, either through Selena's virtual world of gardens, forests and grassland, or, when Selena exchanged a visit, in Angela's virtual world of mediaeval castles and eighteenth century manors. It was on those visits that Selena probably got to find out most about her cyber lover. 

The fact that they shared sapphic fantasies was given. After all, it was in a sapphic chat room that the two had first met. This particular chat room, with the cheesy name of 'Women Who Love Women', was actually quite tastefully done. Beautiful velvet curtains and upholstery, huge portraits of women making love to other women, comfortable leather and velour sofas and divans, and, in all this, a milling group of women, or what Selena hoped were women, in their fantasy virtual avatars looking either for as real a love as they could find in cyberspace or just for friendly company. 

At first, Selena hadn't been that attracted to Angela. She had no real taste for slim or small-breasted women, but they got to chat by the huge fireplace, just below a portrait of three women enjoying rather extreme sex, and soon found that they had more in common with each other than they had with the other women whose company they shared. A taste in sapphic sex that, although not necessarily sadistic, was still quite refined and cruel. And both of them were pleased that here they were in a world where they could indulge in their sexual fantasies, even to the most extreme prejudice, and it would have no real deleterious consequences. 

The nature of Angela's own fantasies was very clear in the choice of sexual avatars that populated her virtual world. These were no nudists, unlike Angela who never wore a scrap of clothing on her virtual body. They dressed in the tightest latex and leather; often with their shaven vaginas or their stern pointed breasts squeezed through the straps and constraints, with the highest stiletto heels at the end of the longest attenuated curved legs. And what Angela particularly liked was for her avatars, when not serving a specific purpose, to be tied up or chained or otherwise constrained in ways where they showed the pain and suffering which they could feel only as distinctly as the pleasure they got when Angela would choose to make love to any of them. Much as Selena enjoyed her time with Angela, her own tastes were rather less dark and disturbing. They might make love together in either Selena's virtual world or Angela's, or even in one of the many other virtual worlds that were freely available in cyberspace, but Selena always preferred to return to the world of her own creation. Angela's obsessions were just a little too dark and dangerous for Selena's taste. Just as Angela found Angela's world a little too kitsch and Disney-like.

As Angela strode towards Selena across the lawn, three of Selena's avatars who were not engaged in pleasuring their mistress made their way to approach her and offer her the kind of loving they had learnt that she enjoyed. At that moment, Angela wasn't interested in sex as such, but she put her arms around two of them, one with purple and the other with jet-black hair. Selena was pleased to see her friend, but it wasn't totally a surprise. It wasn't necessarily that easy to ensure that both she and Angela were on-line at the same time, so she kept a diary of the best times when Angela was likely to log on, so that they had a better chance of meeting up. Angela would never have been as organised as that herself. She tended to drop in unexpectedly at any time, and sometimes logged off abruptly when something or other reminded her that she should be doing something in the real world. And when that happened, her avatar simply vanished without warning. Sometimes mid-sentence. Selena suspected that in the real world, Angela did not have the same level of responsibilities and duties as she did.

"I've just seen that prudish Delia again!" sniffed Angela, as always launching into the subject of her discussion without a preamble. "She was sniffing around the chat room. And when I tried to sniff her tight little cunt, she just fucking brushed me off. God! I hate that stiff little cow! But I did get an invite to her home site and what's more, Selena…"

"Yes?" wondered Selena, as Angela paused for dramatic effect, while the black-haired avatar desultorily stroked her smooth vagina.

"I found out what Delia is in the real world. You'd never believe. Not in a million years."

Selena had to be careful here. She didn't want her suppositions to somehow hint at what she was in the real world. She sensed that Angela would be less than impressed to find that her beloved Selena was a rather busy head of department in one of the less romantic universities of the world. Not that she had any idea whether Angela's own real life role was any more glamorous. "I could never guess, Angela. What is it?"

"She's only a fucking nun! So, in the real world she's some kind of fucking virgin. What do you think? Do you think she's a cyber-virgin too?"

"I'm not sure that it's the same thing. You aren't physically altered by sex in cyberspace."

"That might be so, but it's often much better here than the real world. I can tell you! I was talking to Delia. And I got to ask why she was so reluctant to have sex. You know, why else do you go to a dyke chat room? And she confessed that she didn't want to because she was a nun. And that she'd made her vows. And that she wasn't going to have sex in cyberspace any more than in real space. Fuck! What a hypocrite! If she's so fucking virtuous, what's she doing going into places like 'Women Who Love Women'? And I'm told she's been seen in 'Radclyffe Hall' and 'Femme Fête' as well! So you can't say she's just stumbled in by chance."

"Not very likely," agreed Selena, who recalled the physical manifestation of many of the other avatars in the sapphic chat rooms. Some were extraordinarily strange. The appearances that she and Angela had adopted were relatively modest compared to the women with penises, the women with impossibly large breasts and the women who resembled furry animals. However, not all were outlandish, and several were relatively normal, although their skin was necessarily smooth and immaculate. Delia's avatar wasn't that much out of the ordinary. She'd even chosen to wear clothes. There was a hint of Delia's vocation, though, in her appearance. She had long ringlets of golden hair that cascaded down to her waist and long white flowing robes to her ankle. Slim, tall and very pretty. Just like some kind of angel. All she needed were some wings and she'd be properly appointed.

"Well, anyway, Selena, I got an invite to Delia's home site. Her own little love nest. And she's almost certainly there now. So, let's go. Come on."

"What? Where?"

"To Delia's site. It's called, (you won't believe it?), 'Delia's Home'. How naff can you get?"

Selena blanched. Her site was originally just called 'Selena's Home' before she became more sure of the lie of the land and renamed it 'The Well of Loveliness'. "So. Why are we going to Delia's site?"

"Why? To get inside her prissy little panties. What do you think?" sniffed Angela. "If that coy little cow thinks she can keep me away that easily she's going to find out differently."

Selena sighed. Angela was incorrigible. When she got an idea in her head, she'd obsess about it for ages. She'd often gone on about Delia. Selena had met the woman a few times, but she wasn't the sort of woman she usually went for. She didn't really have the patience for resistance. And anyway, she preferred to see the wares fully displayed, rather than hidden under gowns and cloaks. But Selena remembered Angela's other obsessions. The woman whose avatar resembled some kind of squirrel with a correspondingly huge bushy tail. The woman with all those strange tattoos and chains. The couple of girls who went around together dressed as nurses. This obsession with Delia was no different. But Selena worried about the real woman behind the virtual image. Did Angela really believe that the real Delia, who might even be known as Delia in real life, didn't have feelings and emotions? More likely though, Angela was fully aware of this and actually rather relished the idea of causing damage that would extend beyond cyberspace's altogether too perfect sphere.

The journey to Delia's home site was via the navigation portal that always discreetly followed Selena around her own site. She had chosen the skin of a blue twentieth century telephone kiosk: one of the more commonly selected choices, although Selena had no idea of its significance. Angela selected a destination address which she carried as a bookmark inscribed on the back of her hand, and when the two of them exited the door of the navigation portal, they were in a world which from the first few glances appeared to be quite appropriate for what they knew of the woman.

Angela spun around, her slender girlish figure twirling almost innocently in the brilliance of the bright sun that shone on the well-tended lawns. "This place is a bit like yours, Selena sweetest!" she exclaimed.

"It's got more of a religious theme, though," remarked Selena, though recognising that there was indeed a similarity in the taste for gardens, trees and lawns. But then garden settings were statistically amongst the most commonly chosen site designs in cyberspace. She'd visited quite a few others like this, but not ones with so much marble statuary of the Blessed Virgin Mary and so empty of anthropomorphic avatars. There were a few frolicking lambs and swooping birds in the landscape. Fluffy clouds drifted overhead. There were fountains and flowerbeds and garden benches and other features. Selena suspected that Delia was probably a keen gardener in real life.

"Ooh! Can you hear that?" laughed Angela wandering over to one of the pious statues of the Virgin Mary. "There's some kind of tune coming from it."

"Oh yes! It's 'Miserere' by Allegri, I think."

"You what? I've never heard of that group before."

Selena didn't elaborate. She guessed that Angela might actually rather despise people with too much culture. "All these statues have tunes coming from them!" she commented, noting silently the Bach cantatas, the vocal works of Pergolesi, Palestrina and Pärt, and other devotional music emanating from the gathered marble figures.

"Nothing decent though. Nothing you could dance to," Angela complained. "Anyhow, I can't see any sign of Delia here. She might be in that little cottage there. What do you think?"

Selena nodded. The cottage was the only building in the landscape. Quite small and compact, with a puff of smoke emerging from the chimney above the thatched roof, and pebbledash around the pretty little windows. However, the cottage was empty when the two women got there. This was odd in a way, because most home sites were populated by the avatars of companions, servants or lovers. Only lambs and garden birds appeared to inhabit Delia's site.

"You'd have thought Delia'd have some angels or the like, wouldn't you?" Angela commented.

"Like cherubim and seraphim!" laughed Selena.

"Yeah! Those too!" Angela agreed. "This is one weird place. And hey! Would you believe it! The bitch has got shrines and altars all over the place. Just like a church or something. And here's a bible. And here's a kind of prayer book. And all those pictures. Rather a lot more Virgin Mary than Jesus Christ. 'Cept for him on the cross there. That's one real wicked image. I got one of my avatars to pose like that for a week. It looked really convincing. Blood and everything!"

Selena was rather less keen than Angela on these more extreme fantasies. "You wouldn't think Delia was the sort to go to lesbian chat rooms, would you?"

"I dunno. Some kind of repressed shit. You know. These nuns must be real weird to begin with. No sex or anything. And wearing those funny black outfits. I bet this Delia's just always wanted to fuck women in real life and just been too scared to do anything till she gets to be anonymous in cyberspace. Anyway, in real life, she's probably an ugly cow. No one, male or female, would probably want to touch her with anything shorter than a barge pole. And she spends all day worshipping the Virgin Mary. Well. It's only natural you'd want a taste of what's on offer."


Virtual Seduction



CHAPTER 1

It’s certainly not good for a supposedly happily married woman, to fall in love. That’s what happened to me, as I fell in love with a man, much younger to me. And, to make matter worse, the man with whom I fell in love, was none other than my own son. After remaining faithful to my husband for nearly twenty years, one fine day I found that I was interested in my own teenage son.

My feeling towards my son, Rahul had nothing to do with a motherly love; a mother has for her son. In contrast, I desperately wanted him between my thighs, thrusting his rigid love tool into my willing receptacle, driving me wild with joy and ecstasy. I badly wanted to feel his naked body lying next to me, his hands caressing my plump body, his fingers pinching my tits and exploring my sex.

When these thoughts started haunting me; in the beginning, I was deeply ashamed. I was terribly shocked how could I think about having sex with my own son, probably, the worst kind of sin. I spent numerous nights crying with shame, cursing myself. I prayed to God to help me to overcome my immoral thoughts. Time and again, I resolved to abolish my lewd thoughts. 

However, the incestuous thoughts remained very potent and after every brief stint of remorse, the fantasies came back more strongly, Overwhelming even my toughest resolve. 

I was well aware of the risks; my thoughts could bring on my family and myself in particular. Living in a traditionally orthodox South Asian country, I knew very well what could happen if my feeling towards my son become public. My married life would be ruined permanently, and I would be a pariah for rest of my life.

Nonetheless, I could not do away with my incestuous thoughts about my son. The sense of shame and guilt diminished over a period of time and finally, I succumbed to the temptation. I gave up my resistance and started enjoying my lewd thoughts about my son. 

I convinced myself that I was only fantasizing, not actually doing anything with my son; thus my incestuous thoughts were no way going to harm anyone. Little did I know that it was a stepping-stone toward my full-fledged sexual relationship with my son? I started with fantasizing about my son while masturbating. To my surprise; I found that I was drawing immense pleasure out of it; I relished the terrific orgasms, every time it induced into my body.

I must admit that, my transformation from a simple stay at home mom to a horny slut didn’t happen in just one day. Only six months back, I was a dedicated housewife to my husband Deepak and a loving mother to my only son Rahul. Our marriage had already entered into its twentieth year, and most of the time our relationship was easy going. I never had any problem with my husband. Deepak was a good husband, a good father and he did everything to make us happy and I feel perhaps he overdid it. 

I was only seventeen, when I got married to Deepak. Like most of the marriages in my country, our’s was also an arranged marriage. I had never met Deepak before our marriage. Deepak’s parents were old friend of my father. Once he completed his graduation, our families decided that we would be life partners. 

I was initially apprehensive about our marriage, but I found that my fears were uncalled for. Deepak was a very handsome and good-natured young man, and above all he was a terrific lover. 

We had our first intercourse, on the first night of our honeymoon. I didn’t have any sexual encounter before that night. Although, Deepak was older to me by seven years, he was also a virgin, quite natural in our country that time. I still remember when Deepak saw me naked for the first time; he was so excited that he shot his load, even before his cock could enter my pussy.

That was the first time, when I saw a rigid male organ, naked and throbbing, spewing drop after drop of hot seed onto my bush and belly. I enjoyed the feeling and I still relish the feel of hot cum drenching my body. 

He was successful in his second attempt and I lost my maidenhood as he impaled his massive organ into my delicious cunt. I cried with pain as his cock popped my cherry, but soon the pain was replaced by a deep sense of exhilaration, and I went on enjoying my first intercourse tremendously. I still reveled in the feeling with the same fervor, the rhythmic plundering of Deepak’s bulbous cock into my slick pussy.

By the time, he fucked me for the second time; I knew in my heart that I was addicted to the newfound pleasure. We were staying at a hill station; we remained in our room through out our stay and did nothing other than making love again and again. We seldom moved out of our hotel and didn’t visit any place at all. As a result, when we returned home after our stay for two weeks, I was already pregnant with Rahul.

Deepak was an engineer with a good job and excellent salary. We moved to his place of posting; Mumbai, then known as Bombay. We had an excellent marital life, with lots of love and plenty of sex. Deepak and I always enjoyed sex and we never missed any single opportunity to jump into each other pants. My husband was an excellent lover and he always kept my horny pussy in satiated condition.

Our sexual life had a lot of petting, caressing, copulations but unfortunately, no oral simulation. We were not into it. Although a number of times, I watched porn movies with Deepak and I must admit that I was tempted to explore some of the new techniques shown in those movies. However, Deepak had a different opinion about it, It was not for the decent people to do those sort of things. I could never dare to ask him. I never sucked him and Deepak also never went down on me; he never tongued my pussy. 

We both were from religious and orthodox families, and naturally such things were unheard in our families. We never discussed sex with our parents; I never knew whether my parent actually had sex. However, I was always tempted to little nasty things, and I was only the fear of my father, which forced me to keep my hymen intact till my marriage. 

Our initial ten years were excellent. Deepak changed a number of jobs and finally, rose to the level of general manager in a company. 

One day Deepak announced that he was quitting his job and setting up his own industry. He got loan from the bank and soon started his own little workshop. He had the knowledge of the field, good contacts at right places because of his earlier jobs, so his venture flourished and soon, he became a successful businessman. We purchased a new apartment in a posh area and shifted to our new accommodation. 

Success always comes with a price and ours too had its price. The first casualty was our sex life. Deepak became more and more busy, sometimes working fourteen to sixteen hours a day. He became obsessed with success and that made him completely oblivious of his wife and his growing son, who was now in his puberty. 

The frequency of our sexual encounter reduced drastically. Almost everyday Deepak would return very late at nights from his factory, exhausted and dead tired. After dinner he would immediately go to sleep, sometimes even without talking with me. 

Initially, I was sympathetic to him. I could appreciate his busy schedule and felt that after all he was doing it for us. I tried to busy myself with my son, who was fast growing into handsome teenager. I looked after his studies and his other requirements that a teenager needed from his family. 

However, the sex was like life nectar for me. From the very first day, when I lost my maidenhood, I had adored sex and soon I started feeling the pinch of it. My sex-starved body started showing the signs of it. I became more and more frustrated, and that resulted in numerous heated arguments with Deepak. Most of the time, he was empathic and we reconciled, but his priorities had changed and after some day of restraint, he would again go back to his old ways. 

Finally, I realized the futility of our altercations and resigned to my fate. I was entering into my thirty-seventh year and Rahul had turned into a fine looking young man. He regularly participating in sports and he had a passion for bodybuilding.

He had developed a small gym in his room and many a times, I watched him working in his gym, with only his shorts over his body. I could recall the strange feelings of arousal; I used to have, while watching his seminude body working with weights. I could not understand the reason for those feelings, but I loved to feast on his well-toned muscular body.

After celebrating my thirty-fifth birthday, I realized that I was putting on weight. It was the worst nightmare for a woman like me; who was known for her beauty and delicate figure. I was no more delicate and curvaceous beauty. My older clothes were no more fitting to me. 

In the mirror, I could now see a puffier face, swelled thighs and tummy. I was aghast. I was always admired for my beauty, and the sudden realization that I was no more a beautiful woman, was devastating. I tried to lose weight by exercising and dieting, but failed miserably. 

Soon, I discerned that exercising was not my forte, and after some time, I gave it up. I could draw solace from the fact that I was still plagued by numerous second stares; whenever I was out shopping. I was aware of people stopping and trying to steal a second glance at me. That was more than better for a chubby woman in her late thirties; still, deep within I remained miserable. 

Rahul had completed his schooling. Following his father’s footsteps, he also chose engineering for his graduation. He got admission to a good college in Mumbai itself. His college was about thirty miles from our house. In order to save his time during traveling, he decided to get an accommodation in a hostel within the premises of his college. 

I didn’t like the idea. I never wanted him to stay in the hostel. I strongly opposed the idea. Deepak was also in favor of our son’s staying at hostel. But, I refused to budge. 

Finally, My son showed some concern for me, and it was decided that he would stay at the hostel, only during the examinations and during the similar exigencies. During normal days he would stay at home. I was happy and I thanked my son for his concern.

My happiness was short-lived. Rahul would leave the house early in the morning and would return only by evening, leaving me alone at house for the day. It was only during the weekends, that we would be together in true sense. I was again getting frustrated. 

Finally, my son suggested me a way to keep myself busy. He introduced me to computers and especially to the Internet. He took great pains in explaining basic things to me. He taught me how to use a mouse, how to work with windows, how to connect to the Internet and how to open a mail id and use it. He created a mail id for me. 

With his help, I started using Internet. Initially, I fumbled with the new technology; Computers were not there when I was a student. But, I was a quick learner and in a short span, I developed a knack for computers. I started using it with ease and slowly became more and more confident. I found it a good release and started spending hours before my son’s personal computer. Deepak was especially happy, as I had stopped complaining.

I found Internet very fascinating and started spending hours online, mostly writing mails and chatting. Almost regularly, I chatted with my son or my husband, when they were away. Rahul was careful enough to drop me a line or two, every now and then, just to keep my mailbox full of mails. I also made some online friends, and that kept me pretty busy during my free time. I vented my frustration to my new hobby; I became addicted to the web world. 

Like it happens to all Internet users, the Internet introduced me to the world of Internet sex. Although, I was vaguely aware of it, initially I didn’t try to fiddle with any such ideas. My son had warned me about spams and had advised me not to open it, and to directly delete it from my mailbox. 

In the beginning, I religiously followed his instructions, but once out of curiosity I clicked on one such mail. Immediately, a new page opened on the screen, showing gorgeous naked girls displaying their genitals in the most lewd manner. I was stunned to see it, and closed the page right away. 

I shut down my computer, but the nude figures of those models continued dancing before my eyes. Suddenly, my frustration was back with an overwhelming ferocity. I didn’t have had any sex with my husband for last two months. I longed to feel a male cock ravishing my horny pussy.

I tried to resist the temptation, but my horniness failed me, and I finally succumbed to the temptation. I restarted the computer, reconnected to the net and opened my mailbox. Again, I clicked on the link to open the same page, I had been watching last time. 

This time it didn’t shock me, I was prepared for it. Leisurely, I scanned through the page, enjoying the nude girls and their displays. Then, I clicked to another link given at the bottom of the page, opening a new page with more visuals, showing naked men and women having sex in all possible manners. 

I was extremely exited. Unknowingly, my free hand traveled to my pussy. I gently rubbed it, through the material of my gown. I had a strange feeling. I had never masturbated before; I had always thought it, as a bad thing and a god fearing simple housewife should not indulge in such activities. 

My every notion changed that day, as my fingers didn’t stop at my hem. My fingers entered inside my gown, even inside my panties. I felt my soft curly bush and tender pussy lips. I was dripping wet. My fingers rubbed my pussy lips, and for the first time, I was playing with my pussy. The feeling was of pure delight. There was no guilt, just an overwhelming sense of ecstasy.

My eyes were glued to the screen, which was continuously displaying men and women indulging in every sort of activities. I watched pictures of women having cocks in their every holes, men shooting their cum into their faces and mouths, and I excitedly watched them slurping the white gluey fluid sticking to their partners’ cocks and to their own faces. I was fascinated and deep in my heart; I ached to feel a cock into my mouth. 

I continued browsing page after page. I don’t remember how many or which sites, I visited that day. I wasn’t concerned about that. All I was interested in watching the pictures of men and women having sex. 

My fingers continued playing with my pussy and clitoris. The trembling in my legs was aggravating with every brush of my fingers over my swollen pussy and soon the floodgate opened. I had brought myself to a thundering orgasm. My first masturbation was an unforgettable experience.

My journey to Internet sex had begun. I reveled in watching newer sites day by day and masturbate while watching those lascivious pictures. My transformation into a horny slut was in progress. 

My euphoria didn’t last long. Soon, I found that I was not able to draw enough excitement from those pictures. The effect was no longer as lasting as it was in the initial days. I started getting bored with the images. I wanted the stimulation that could linger on and on, even after shutting down the computer. My search finally ended with the sites displaying erotic stories. 

I found erotica very fascinating and straight away, I was hooked to it. I started reading those nicely written stories, the descriptions so vivid and live, that most of them felt like actually happening. It had enough ingredients to kindle my imagination, and even when I was not using my computer, those narration would became alive in my mind and my fingers would automatically reach for my pussy and started playing with my clit. With every passing day, I became more and more daring. Firstly, I stopped wearing panties; whenever I was alone at home, and later; I stopped putting on my clothes altogether. I would sit in front of my computer completely naked, my one hand busy with keyboard and mouse, and the other busy with my dripping pussy. 

I loved the feel of my nakedness. As soon as, I was alone at home, I would simply shed all my clothes and roam around in the house completely nude. 

Whenever, I was alone; I would open a new story and got myself busy with the lively narratives on the screen, while my fingers would play music with my cunt, taking me slowly to the most wonderful orgasm. My frequency of self-indulgence increased manifold; on any particular day, I would finger myself to orgasm for three or four or even more number of times.

It was the time, when I first started thinking about incest. For some unexplained reasons, I found incestuous stories more captivating than the stories in the other categories. One by one, I read most of them, brothers screwing their sisters, father fucking their daughters, mothers enjoying lustful relationships with their sons; uncles, aunts, nieces, nephews, all of them enjoying sex with each other, doing all sorts of nasty things and what not. 

To my amazement, I realized that it was the mother son section, which I found the most titillating. The themes of horny moms getting screwed by their teenage sons were so enchanting, that it always gave me the most powerful orgasm. I feel, perhaps It was most convenient for me, to fantasize myself as the horny mothers depicted in those stories, getting fucked by their teenage sons.

My first reaction to my lecherous thoughts involving my son was a disgustful repulsion. I was conscience-stricken for days. I was mortified, how could I even envisage myself having sex with my own son, the most forbidden relation between a mother and her son. It was a sin of worst kind and I prayed on numerous wakeful nights to get rid of my incestuous feelings. 

In spite of my nagging conscience, my incestuous thoughts toward my son continued, and rather it intensified with time. Finally, my resistance ceased and I succumbed to the most enthralling temptation of my life. I continued masturbating while thinking of having sex with Rahul. With the time, my fantasies involving Rahul became more vivid and more kaleidoscopic. 

Gradually, the feelings of guilt and shame were completely gone. My lewd thoughts were no longer a sin; it simply became my most sensuous fantasies, my most precious treasure. I derived extreme pleasure in fantasizing about doing every kind of vulgar things with my son, every time driving myself to the most shattering orgasm. All the perceptions were changed and I realized that I desperately wanted to screw my own son.

CHAPTER 2

I wanted to fuck my son, but I didn’t have any idea, how was I going to fulfill my fantasy. I didn’t have any clue about my son’s feelings towards me, whether he ever thought his mom as an object of sex. Did he ever fantasize about fucking his mom? There were so many questions that needed answers, before I could even start thinking of seducing my son. 

The help came from divine. Rahul had given me a small notebook that contained tit bits of information, about handling a personal computer. Rahul had written brief instructions about operating the computer, and had given it to me, when I was a novice, learning computers. It had rendered useless, once I learned my job and was lying idle in my cupboard.

One day, while tending my cupboard, I found that notebook. I was just flipping through its pages, when something caught my eyes. Carefully, I flipped the pages again and on the third last page, I found a mail id and a password. I was aware of my husbands and Rahul’s mail ids, and the mail id I found on the notebook was a new one. I had never seen that before.

Presumably, my son had another mail id with a pseudonym. Out of curiosity, I logged his computer to the net and opened the particular site; typed the mail address and the password in the login box. The screen flickered for a moment, and slowly the mailbox of Hothamburger opened. 




Virtual Seduction



My guess was right; Hothamburger was the pseudonym of my son. His mailbox was full with erotic mails, mostly spams, like I used to get into my mailbox. I tried to read some of the mails that appeared genuine. The revelation was encouraging. 

It seemed, that my beloved son was a member of some adult pen pal club, and he had been receiving plenty of erotic e-mails. There were five such mails, each from a different sender and I read all of them. 

My son was enjoying a virtual relationship with five women simultaneously. The mails were full with juicy details and lewd language. One mail even had an attachment. I opened the attachment and found a picture of a gorgeous forty-ish lady, completely naked, lewdly exposing her hairy cunt lips. 

I read the content of the mail. The women had thanked my son for sending his nude photographs, and that she had enjoyed watching his teenage monster cock. In the return, she was sending her picture and she hoped that my son would also enjoy it. I was shocked and thrilled simultaneously.

I read all the mails. The contents in most of them were more or less same. I could clearly notice a specific pattern in them. Out of five, three of his friends seemed to be much senior to him, almost into my age group and remaining two were also elder to him. I scanned through his complete mailbox, searching for earlier mails from same sender. 

Luckily, my son had preserved all the messages received from his pals. From his older mails, I could trace the naked pictures of three more friends of my son. My hunch was right. Most of my son’s adult pals were too old to be his mother. My son seemed to be more interested in mature women, and if it was so; it was certainly a good sign.

An idea struck me; I could also be an adult e-pal of my son. Only thing that I needed to start my virtual affair with my son, was a new mail-id with a pseudonym.

I immediately opened a new page of the same web site and created a new mail id. I was ready to explore the possibility of having a virtual relationship with my own son. I drafted my first mail.

Hi Hothamburger,

I am a stay at home mom of a nineteen-year-old son. I am thirty-nine, divorced, a little plump, but feel that I am still very good-looking. I love to receive erotic mails from handsome young guys, who are close to my son’s age group. I am very broad minded and open to any kind of discussion. 

If you are broadminded in true sense and have no reservations about any thing that is related with sex and if you feel that I could be your pal, please reply me. 

If you agree, I would love to exchange my nude photographs with you.

Bye from a horny mature babe,

Mumbai_mom

After drafting my mail. I clicked on the send button and waited for the screen to change. In a moment my first mail to my son was delivered. I had taken my first step towards my incestuous relationship with my son.

I impatiently waited next twenty-four hours. My son was using his computer mainly at night and I was hopeful, that he would access his secret mailbox. Next morning my son left for his college, I waited our housemaid to finish the daily chores. No sooner as she left our house, I rushed to my son’s study, which was adjacent to his room and started the PC.

Mumbai mom had received the reply to her mail. My heart was beating like a drum, as I clicked the link to read the reply.

Hi Mumbai_mom,

How are you? For some inexplicable reasons, I had always enjoyed meeting and thinking about mature women. Most of my fantasies are about having sex with the beautiful horny gals who are much older to me. I would certainly love to be your pal. 

From your pen name, it seems that you are based in Mumbai. I am also based in Mumbai. So, if you wish, I would love to meet you in future.

You would be surprised to know that I am still a virgin and I always dream to start my sexual journey with someone like you. I am nineteen and simply dying to get my first fuck.

I would love to see you in nude, so please send a photograph of you, preferably without any thread on you body. Till then, I would fantasize about your sweet pussy and jack myself. 

Just thinking about you.

Hothamburger

‘Holy shit.’ I cursed myself. I should not have used Mumbai in my pseudonym. I might have just given my identity to my son. Anyway, the response from my son was quite encouraging. He didn’t beat about the bush and directly came to the point. My innocent looking son was dying to have his first fuck. ‘No surprise.’ I thought. ‘After all he is my son.’

The revelation, that my son was interested in mature women, left me delighted. I could guess the reason for his obsession. As a toddler, he used to take bath with me, and on most occasions he had seen me completely naked. He was very young then, and I never gave any thought, before stripping in his presence. 

Even after he had grown a little, I used to change my clothes in his presence, and he got plenty of opportunities to watch me in only bra and panties. I still remember little Rahul, watching my nude body with utmost curiosity. When he turned ten; I stopped changing in front of him. 

I disconnected the connection and shut off the PC. Hothamburger had asked for my naked pictures and I was determined to fulfill his demand. My son must get what he wanted. 

Two months ago, on his nineteenth birthday, my husband had gifted my son a digital camera; should I rather say, that he actually demanded it from my hubby. I could now very well understand, why he wanted it. Anyway, I was also going to use his camera, for the same purpose. 

I opened his locker and searched it. The camera was lying there. I took it out and brought it to my room. I stripped my clothes and sat in front of my dressing table. I could take the pictures of my reflection. I could have chosen the timer in the camera, but I felt it would be easier to use my reflection in mirror. This way, I would be able to watch what I was shooting. 

I was about to shoot my first picture, when I realized my mistake. My son would immediately recognize his mother’s bedroom in the background. The background in the pictures must be unfamiliar to my son. I took few plane white sheets and hanged it on the wall. I positioned my dressing table in such a way that it was facing the sheet-covered wall. I put on all the lamps in the room and sat on a stool in front of my dressing table. 

I further adjusted the dressing table so that most of its mirror’s reflection was showing only the white sheets hanging on the wall. I was ready to shoot. 

Carefully, I took the photographs of my reflections. I shot the close-ups of my boobs; my hairy pussy, my exposed cunt showing my clit and slit, my plump ass and finally, I took a last few pictures of my complete naked figure. I took utmost care while shooting my last picture that my face was properly hidden behind the camera.

I took the camera to my son’s room and connected it to his PC. One by one I checked all the snaps, carefully observing the background. I am not a good photographer and the fact was evident was from my snaps. Most of the pictures were not good.

Anyhow, I selected two relatively good ones from them; one showing my exposed hairy pussy and another my complete naked self, with my face perfectly hidden behind the camera. 

I was certain that my son would not be able to recognize me in those snaps. However, to make certain, I blurred my face using a photo editing software. At last, I was satisfied with my work. I deleted all other photographs, except the selected ones. Mumbai_mom was now ready to reply her son’s mail.

Hi,

Thanks for accepting me as your friend. 

I would have loved to teach you the first lesson in lovemaking. But I’m sorry; I may not. My son is very possessive of me, and if he ever found that I had fucked you; he’d simply kill you. So please excuse me, and same goes for our meeting also. Please understand that I am interested only in erotic mails and messages, not in personal meeting.

If you feel that it’s ok with you; we could still talk about all sort of things and can have a lot of fun. I am sure that you would have heard, that the real orgasm does not lie between your thighs; it lies in your brain.

Last night when I masturbated, I was thinking about you and believe me, I had a most shattering orgasm of my life.

About your inclination towards mature women, it is very common. Most of the kids watch their grandmas, their elder sisters, aunts or even their mothers, naked during their childhood and later they develop a taste for mature women. I sincerely wish, that you get your dream mate soon, who can introduce you to the amazing world of sexual delight. 

Till then, happy hunting.

Mumbai_mom 

Ps: I am sending you some of my snaps. Hope you gonna like it. Please excuse me if the qualities of pictures are not good; I am not good at photography and for obvious reasons, I cannot ask someone else to take my pictures. 

I attached the photographs and clicked the send button and watched as my mail was sent to my son’s mailbox. I deleted all the pictures from the hard disk, and after ensuring it twice I switched off the PC. I checked my son’s digital camera and deleted the pictures from it. I kept it back in my son’s locker.

Next two days were weekend. Rahul and Deepak were at home and I could not check my mailbox. It was the first time, when I didn’t enjoy my weekend.

As soon as, I was alone on Monday, I logged on and opened my mailbox. Rahul’s reply was already there. At the bottom of the message, it showed three small icons of attached photographs. Without reading the text I clicked on the first attachment. In a moment, the screen was showing a naked photograph of my son, gently holding his rigid cock in his hand. 

I licked my dry lips and tried to control the pounding in my chest. The second snap was showing his cock ejaculating. I lustfully watched the drops of cum frozen in air. I pulled my pussy lips apart and buried two fingers into it.

The third picture showed a close up of Rahul’s cock, his cum smeared cock jetting from his dense thatch, its bulbous head glistening in the background light. A large drop of cum was dripping out of his peehole. I let the image remained on screen and furiously worked my fingers inside my pussy. I visualized that nice piece of muscles entering and pumping into my horny pussy and within a minute a tremendous orgasm shot through my body. 

After recovering from my state, I read the text. 

Hi Mumbai_mom,

Many thanks for your juicy photographs. Every time I see them, my cock just seem to reach in a state of frenzied animation. I just couldn’t recall that how many times, I had masturbated fantasizing about you. 

However, I am little confused why your son should feel jealous about your meeting with me. I still feel that it would be nice if we could meet sometime. Yet, I respect your decision and I’d still love to exchange mails with you.

Your observation about my fondness for mature women is correct. I too feel that probably the source of my fantasies is my mother. My mother is a very beautiful woman and though, she had become plump recently, she still look gorgeous. I still remember taking bath with her during my childhood, when she wasn’t wearing any thing at all. She took me as a little boy, but I always enjoyed watching her soft small boobs and her charming hairy pussy. Although, she stopped taking bath with me later, I could never forget her naked body. 

I have never admitted it before; when I started masturbating; my first fantasies were about screwing my mom and I did it for god knows how many times. I knew, what I was doing was not correct, but I couldn’t help it. I feel very guilty about it, but I draw immense pleasure in thinking about her. What do you say?

I am sending my snaps. Hope you gonna like it.

One more thing, you look quite like my mom. 

See Ya, Hothamburger 

I felt delirious; my son and I, both were sailing in the same boat. Thankfully, he had not recognized me. I was elated with the knowledge, that my son fantasize about me and I was still able to arouse a guy of his age. 

I realized, that I would be only a matter of time, before my son would be between my naked thighs, stuffing his rigid organ into my hungry pussy. I played with my pussy lips while thinking about my son. ‘Oh…God.’ I thought. ‘It’s going to be terrific.’ Again, I poked my two fingers into my pussy.

CHAPTER 3 

I looked at my draft reply. 

Hello Hothamburger,

Nice to learn about your li’l secret, now I would like to share mine with you. You had asked, why my son would feel jealous, it’s simple, because he is my lover also. Yeah, I have been screwing my son since last year. 

After my messy divorce with my husband, I was very lonely and down. My son took care of me and helped me to stand again on my feet and I repaid him by offering him my love and my body. Now we fuck regularly and I enjoy it immensely. And, I don’t feel guilty about it. I don’t care whether it’s incest or a sin or anything else. I only know that I love to feel my son’s cock deep inside my pussy. He loves me very much and takes care of me, like a man looks after his woman, perhaps that is the reason, why he is so possessive. 

I don’t know how are your relationship with your mom, but if you like your mother sexually, why don’t you explore the possibility. I don’t see any harm in it. I enjoy fucking my son and I am sure you would love to fuck your mom.

Thanks for your dripping snaps. I had a wild urge to suck you off. You have got a nice cock and I am sure your mom would love it.

Mumbai_mom

Very next day I got his response.

Hi, I was not surprised by your secret. The way you wrote your last mail, I was expecting something like that. It must be a lot of fun to you.

To be honest, I too feel for my mom in the same way. But, I am not sure…should I do it or not. My any action could ruin my mother’s life. You are well aware of our orthodox society. No one will accept such relationship.

Moreover, I don’t know how my mom feels about me. I am certain, she would never agree for our incestuous relationship. I feel, it would be better that I continued with fantasizing and jacking about my mom. At least no one is getting harmed that way.

Hothamburger

The reply was not very encouraging. My son was fighting with his moral dilemma. He was experiencing the same mental state; I had passed through a few months back. I was not depressed; I knew his feelings towards me. He was concerned about me; and I knew that he was dying to fuck me, given an opportunity he would simply jump between my thighs.

I replied to his mail and wrote him that it got to be his own choice, and he only could decide what kind of relationship he wanted to have with his mom. However, I suggested him to explore about his mother’s feelings towards him.

I was determined to seduce my son; perhaps a little titillation might help him to overcome his imbroglio, perhaps a little peek at his mother’s horny cunt might change his resolve. He got to see his naked mom, again after so many years. 

I had already stopped wearing panties at home. I had also stopped locking the door while bathing or while changing my clothes. I wished for him to bump into my room, when I was in most vulnerable situation. However, that hadn’t happened so far. Naturally, it was the time to rework on my plans.

Next evening, while watching TV in our living room, I got my chance. I sat in front of him on the sofa and lifted a magazine from the table. Pretending to be reading the magazine, I carelessly, lifted my feet off the ground and put it on the table. Almost immediately, I heard a mute gasp. I slowly spread my legs apart to allow him a better access.

Feigning to be deeply engrossed into my magazine, I looked at him through the corner of my eyes. His eyes were bulging in his sockets. He changed his position on the sofa so that he was sitting directly opposite to my open legs. He pulled the newspaper in front of his face. However, I was sure that every now and then, his eyeballs would roll in my direction, between my open thighs. I remained in that position, giving him a view of his lifetime. 

I let him enjoy my nakedness for some time and then straightened my legs, keeping them back on floor. He immediately turned his gaze away from me. He sat there awkwardly, reading the newspaper. Suddenly, he rose from the sofa and left the room. I calmly watched him go. I was sure; my son had got a good view of my plump thighs and hairy pussy. 

I came out of the room. Rahul’s room appeared locked from inside. I could easily guess what he was doing inside. I didn’t disturb him. I went back to the living room and watched TV. After fifteen minutes he entered in the room. Our eyes met, he immediately turned his gaze. His face looked flushed. We sat silently watching the TV, till I decided to retire to my room.

I didn’t have to wait long to know the details. Next day, when I opened my mailbox, I had a new mail from Hothamburger.

Hi, Last evening, something strange happened which I want to share with you. I was watching TV with my mom in our living room. Mom was sitting opposite to me and she was reading a magazine. 

Suddenly, she altered her position and put her feet on the centre table. I was stunned to see that she was not wearing any panties and her busy cunt was directly visible to me. I just could not believe it; I was watching the cunt of my dreams. After so many years, I was witnessing the most coveted thing of my life. Since then I had already masturbated thrice and right now also my left hand is busy massaging my cock.

I am very confused; I don’t know what to do. I think I want to fuck my mom, but I am afraid. May be it was just an accident.

Hothamburger

Just one look at my delicious cunt and my son’s resolve was suddenly weakening. I felt sympathetic to him, but there was no turning back for me. I had completely changed into a nymph and could think of nothing else than his rigid cock plundering my famished pussy. With each passing day, I was getting more and more frustrated. I was losing the game, which I had started and I just wanted to finish it at the earliest. 

I wrote my answer.

Hi,

I must congratulate for getting your first peek. I am surprised that your mom wasn’t wearing any panties. It looks quite odd. Was it an accident or a deliberate attempt to tell you something? I feel you must find out what your mom has in her mind. 

How are you going to do that, to be frank, I don’t know? It depends how the things proceed at your end. However, just be watchful. If the same thing happens again and again, then they are no accidents; your mom is intentionally displaying her naked beauty to you and trying to entice you. Don’t wait them and just jump between her thighs. 

If you find that your mom is also interested in having sex with you; I feel your concerns became nonexistent. Give her all the pleasure, she desires from you…

Sorry, got to hurry up. My son is home today and he is shouting from the shower. He wants me there. He still enjoys taking bath with her naked horny mom.

Bye. Mumbai_mom

When I finished my draft, my pussy was wet with anticipation. By the time my son would read the mail, the second stage of my plan would have already began, the execution stage. It was time for moving away from virtual to physical level.

Next morning, I could feel my son’s eyes continuously boring into me. He must have guessed that I was not wearing any thing beneath my gown and I found his stares consistently wandering into my curves and valley vaguely visible through the thin material of my nightgown. I enjoyed his stares and deliberately created situations that gave him more and more of my charm. 

Next evening, we had a repetition of last evening. From the corner of my eyes, I watched the expression of deep-rooted lust and total disbelief on my sons face. This time, I kept my legs slightly apart so that he could get the most unobstructed view of my hairy pussy and dripping crack. 




Virtual Seduction



I expected him to do something, but nothing of that sort happened. Probably, he still wanted to make sure. After watching me for sometime he resigned to his room, to relieve his next load. I was little disappointed and felt like going to his room and ask him to fuck me hard and release his hot seed into my hungry pussy. 

However, I controlled myself. There was an underlying animal excitement in our horny game, which kept me from going after my son. Even though I was frustrated, I was relishing our incestuous game. Moreover, I wanted my son to make first move and I knew that I wouldn’t have to wait long.

Next day was a Saturday. Deepak informed me that he would not be available at home, as he got to receive some visiting delegates from a firm, with whom he was planning a business tie up. It was nothing new and after feigning some reluctance, I agreed to his request. I was happy that he would not be at home throughout the day and I would have full day alone with my son. 

Deepak left for his office at nine. I kissed him goodbye and immediately went to Rahul’s room. The doors were closed. I pushed it gently. It was not locked from inside and it opened noiselessly. I went inside. Rahul was still sleeping on his side, snoring lightly; his upper body bare and his lower part covered with a sheet. I watched my son’s youthful face. I had a deep desire to kiss him, to feel his arms around me.

Suddenly, Rahul changed his position and in the process he threw the sheet covering his body. I watched in fascination as his naked lower half opened before me. He didn’t have any shorts on. His eyes were closed; his thighs spread wide; his one hand was gently holding his hard on, which was pointing erotically towards the ceiling.

My mouth was suddenly dry. For the first time, I was watching my son’s grown cock in person. It was a real thing, solid meat of rigid muscles, much beautiful and delectable from the pictures he had sent to me. I had a wild urge of pulling the hem of my gown and lower my dripping pussy over his raging hard on. Oh…God! My cunt was on fire. 

I could no longer control myself. I bent and gently struck his cock with my finger. No response, my son was still snoring. Encouraged, I lightly touched his bulbous cockhead. I felt the animal heat emanating from the blunt head of his love tool. It was exhilarating. I could not resist the temptation and squeezed it lightly.

Rahul’s eyes fell open. Alarmed, I withdrew my fingers from his cock. He looked at me in surprise and realizing his nakedness, he tried to cup his bulging organ. However, his hard on was too massive to hid behind his palms. He somehow managed to hide it from my view.

“Mom you!” He asked. 

I noticed that he didn’t try to cover his cock, with the sheet lying beside him. I was not sure, whether my son had watched me squeezing his cockhead. He might have been wide-awake, when I entered in his room. 

“I was little worried,” I replied awkwardly. “That why are you sleeping so late today. Just came to wake you up.”

“Thanks mom.” He watched into my eyes. “I slept very late last night. I am sorry.”

“You must not sleep this late. It is not good for a young boy like you. You also missed your morning gym.”

I turned and was about to leave his room, when he suddenly called me from behind.

“Mom!”

“Yes.” I turned to him.

Rahul was still lying, but he had removed his hands from his cock. I looked at his face and then to his cock, which was rising from his thick dark thatch, in all its manly glory. Its foreskin drawn back, the mushroomed purple knob pointing upward. My throat was suddenly dry.

“Nothing.” He was smiling. 

I immediately realized that my son had played a trick on me. He had witnessed what I did with his cock. He was wide-awake and watching me, when I was playing with his cock. The time had arrived to play it straight.

“You should take proper care of your peepee.” I pointed toward his swollen cock. “It needs immediate attention.”

“It’s no more a peepee, mom.” His pride was hurt. “Why don’t you take a closer look and see for yourself.”

I returned to his bed and bending forward, I took the hold of his cock. I wrapped my fingers along its length and squeezed it lightly. I felt a wild tremor running through my loins. 

“OHHHHHHHH…! Mom…!” He moaned in excitement. “It feels so good.”

I gently massaged his cock, running my fingers along its full length. His cock seemed to grow more and more in my grip. I fascinatingly watched its massive thickness, trying to visualize how would it feel inside my pussy. I felt my juices flowing down my thighs. I pumped his cock harder. 

Before I could proceed further, the doorbell rang, forcing both of us to recoil. I let his cock go out of my hand.

“Shit.” I was irritated by sudden intrusion. “It must be the housemaid.”

I opened the door of my son’s room, and turned to him.

“After the maid is gone,” I watched him, as he wrapped himself with the sheet. “I’m going to take the shower.”

Without waiting for his response, I came out of his room and closed the doors behind me.

CHAPTER 4

For the first time, I really hated my maidservant. She took almost two hours to finish her works, and during that whole period I had been cursing her. Rahul remained in his room, and didn’t come out to see what was happening.

When she finished her works, I felt relieved. I showed her the door and carefully locked it from inside. I was now alone in the house with my son and hopefully, no one else would be troubling us any more. 

I immediately went to the bathroom; as usual I left the doors unlocked. Slowly, I shed my gown and stood naked. I was quivering with anticipation, my heart pounding fiercely with excitement. I felt my pussy, it was dripping wet. My thighs, my bush all were covered with my passion fluids. With trembling hand, I turned on the shower and let the cold-water fall over my hot horny body.

The door opened noiselessly. Rahul was standing at the door, his eyes feasting at his mother’s naked charm. Without any attempt to hide my nakedness, I continued with my shower, giving him an uninterrupted view of my naked fleshy body, my soft spongy boobs, my plump thighs and my thickly covered wet thatch. He was still naked and his hand was continuously playing with his rigid cock. 

“Sorry to disturb you mom.” He smiled. “Got to take a pee.”

Without waiting for my answer, he moved to the commode and directed his cock to it and released his pee. I watched his cock head ejecting a golden yellow jet into the commode. I had never seen a man peeing before, not even my husband. He always did it in his privacy. 

It was a terrific view. I felt my cunt twitching with illimitable thrill. I felt like asking him to pee over my naked body, over my face, over my cunt and everywhere. I shook my head with disgust. I could not believe, that I was actually thinking of drinking my son’s pee. ‘Holy shit! What’s happening to me?” I thought.

Rahul was finished pissing. He had been continuously watching me with his wicked grin. He gently shook his cock and let the final drops land into the commode. He flushed the toilet and turned to me.

“Mom I’m already late for my shower. If you don’t mind, I’d like you join you?”

I watched as he moved closer to be and tried to stand below the shower. The flow in the shower was not enough to accommodate both of us. Realizing that, he put his arms around my naked hips and pulled me into him. I felt his rigid cock nudging into my pubic region. 

“I don’t think we had any other option mom.” He whispered into my ear. “We got to bathe like this only.”

I felt his hot breath over my shoulder, as he touched my ear with his lips. Slowly, he traced to my open lips, and planted his lips over mine. We kissed for a very long time. It was not the kiss of a son to his mother; it was the kiss of a man who was ready to seduce his ladylove. It was a very passionate kiss. I could not recall; when did I kiss my husband like this. 

Rahul’s pelvis was moving gently, thrusting and rubbing his cock erotically into my bushy cunt. He continued gripping me by one hand and moved his other hand to my inflamed cunt, roughly rubbing my swollen cunt lips.

“Oh…mom.” He broke the kiss, but let his lips remain on my lips. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I want to fuck you.”

“Go ahead son,” I replied hoarsely. “Mama is dying to feel you inside her.”

He immediately turned off the shower and helped me to lie down on the bathroom floor. In a moment I was stretched out on the floor, my thighs wide open, ready for its first intrusion by my own son’s cock. He positioned himself between my astride thighs, took his cock into his hand and gently guided its bulbous head to my welcoming cunt lips. 

I felt his cock head nudging at my entrance and immediately become aware of my pouty pussy lips spreading to accommodate his massive organ. With the first thrust, his cock head entered into my pussy. I relished my son’s first intrusion into my pussy. Rahul was unaware of my thought, as he pushed again, harder this time buried the full length of his cock inside me, his balls coming to rest against my ass cheeks.

“OHHHHHH…!” I cried with lust. I was suddenly living my fantasy; my own son’s cock was deep inside me, filling me completely.

Without waiting, he started humping furiously. He didn’t wait to be gentle with his mom. He pumped me with his brutal strength, making me cry with ecstasy. I was enjoying his animal thrusting. 

Suddenly, his face contorted and he tried to move away from me. Pulling his cock out of my hungry pussy, he tried to squeeze the base of his cock, obviously in an attempt to stop his ejaculation. But, he was late. His cock erupted and spewed his hot seed over my pussy and belly. Reluctantly, he watched his cock, ejecting drop after drop of his semen, filling my pubic region with his hot load. 

After emptying his balls, Rahul sat beside me. His looked disappointed. Naturally, it was not a dream debut for him. I too was feeling unfulfilled, but I could appreciate the reasons for his failure.

“I am sorry, mom.” He mumbled with regret. 

I sat beside him, pulling his naked body near to me. 

“There is nothing to be sorry about, son.” I tried to console him. “It’s perfectly natural, and as far as I know, it happens to almost every one.”

“No mom I should’ve been careful.” He was not convinced.

“Look son,” I kissed his cheeks. “It happens to every one. Do you know, that you did better than your dad?”

“What do you mean?” He looked somber, but I could feel his hand gently gripping my boobs, his fingers pinching my teat.

“Your dad had shot his load, even before entering me.” I caressed his limp cock. “That way you did much better. Don’t worry, your peepee is going to make mama very happy.”

“Its not peepee.” He shouted and we both laughed together.

The expressions on his face soothed. I let him lie on the floor and pushed his thighs apart. I bent my head near his thighs, his prick inches away from my mouth. My hand was still playing with his soft cock, gently pulling and squeezing it.

I intently watched his flaccid dick, wobbling in my hand. I caressed its length and admired its beauty. I squeezed its soft purple head drawing a last drop of cum at the tip. I had a very strong urge to take his cock into my mouth, to suck my first cock. I bent forward and lightly kissed his peehole. The drop of cum glued to my lips. I licked my lips and tasted his cum sticking to it. Not bad. I bent my head again and took his cock head between my lips and sucked it gently. My lips flicked across his peehole, licking the remains of his cum form his cock head. I gulped it down with my saliva. I liked it and I wanted more.

I took his flaccid cock between my fingers and engulfed his whole length into my mouth, sucking it like a tasty lollypop. Rahul moaned with passion. I could feel stirring in his cock. His cock suddenly started swelling in my mouth. Rahul moaned loudly and ran his fingers through my hair, pulling my face nearer to his cock.

I pulled his cock out of my mouth. It was semi erect and with every passing second it was growing in proportion. I kneeled before him and positioned myself in such a way that my lower abdomen was facing his face. He was now facing my cum coated pussy. 

I massaged his cock by running my grip along his cock length. The feel of his cock in my hands was ecstatic. Bending my head, again I took his throbbing rod into my wet mouth. His cock had regained its hardness and it completely filled my mouth. I relished the feel of a thick cock in my mouth. I adjusted my hair and looked into my son’s eyes. He was intently watching me sucking his cock, his face showing the signs of extreme pleasure. 

I felt his hand traveling to my pubic region. His fingers played with the curly hair of my thick raven bush. He wound the hair around his playing fingers, gently pulling and releasing it, imparting a gentle pricking sensation into my pubic region. 

I felt my son’s fingers gently exploring my cunt, rubbing the soft folds, tracing the length of my wet slit, smearing the cum into my hair. He poked his index finger inside my inner folds, gently sliding it deep into my recess. I cried with delight as his finger entered into my hot ravine and squeezed his cock hard. 

“Ohhhh…! Mom,” He whispered hoarsely. “You cunt is so hot.”

Rahul started fingering my cunt furiously, causing my cunt to release its juices in abundance. I was sucking him harder trying to hasten his second ejaculation. I could feel that it wouldn’t be long before Rahul would start shooting his load. 

Suddenly, Rahul withdrew his fingers out of my snatch but, right away, replacing by his tongue. I felt as his delicate tongue licked my cum coated bush. He ran his tongue along the length of my hairy crack and playfully flicked my sensitive clit. My body was twisted with utmost delight. He again, inserted his two fingers back into my dripping pussy. 

Within few seconds the moment arrived. Rahul bucked forward, thrusting his cock deeper in my mouth, his body suddenly stiff. With an animal cry he plunged forward and shot his load in my mouth. I immediately pulled his cock out of my mouth, and let his thick juice splash across my face. I watched as his little peehole jerked again and again, spitting white drops of cum which landed over different parts of my face, my lips, my cheeks, my chin and even on my eyelids. 

Never before, a cock had shot upon my face. I had always thought it to be disgusting. Contrary to my belief, it was an exquisite feeling, feeling of my face getting drenched with my son’s downpour. I reeled with the terrific joy. I hungrily gulped the first shot of my son’s cum, which he had shot into my mouth and tried to lick the cum off my lips. It was a delicious feeling. 

My son’s fingers were still thrusting furiously inside my pussy. His tongue was flicking across tiny clit and his two fingers were pumping my hot pussy with all ferocity. Reeling with excitement, I waited for my moment of liberation, and soon a shattering orgasm overwhelmed my body. My cunt lips quivered involuntarily around his poking fingers; my cunt juices continued flowing out of my slit, filling my son’s mouth with my love juices.

I took my son’s cock into my mouth and sucked him dry. His cock was losing its hardness. Rahul continued slurping at my pussy, sucking the juices off my pussy. 

After a while we separated. I changed my position and turned my face toward him. His lips were wet with my juices. I kissed him deeply on his lips’ licking off the traces of my pussy juices. Rahul put his arms around me and pushed me into his embrace.

“You don’t know mom…” He whispered to me. “How much I enjoyed it. You’re just fantastic.”

“You too son.” I replied, again kissing and licking his lips. “I just have had a wonderful time.”

I pulled him back into my embrace, rubbing my horny pussy against his deflated cock. I desperately wanted to feel his cock inside my still dripping pussy. However, I knew that he had already spent twice and he would need some time to recuperate. Reluctantly, I released my grip from his body. 

“Let’s finish our shower.” 

Rahul stood and turned on the shower. I closed my eyes and felt the cold water drenching once more, my naked burning body. I was in terrific heat; even the cold water was unable to quench my smoldering desire for my son’s massive cock into my pussy.

We showered together, reviving our long forgotten past, when we used to take bath together. The only difference was, that my naked little kid had grown into a handsome young man; his arms were around me, and he was kissing me, fondling me, teasing me endlessly. 

It was perhaps, the most erotic shower of my life. I tried to recall whether I had enjoyed my showers with Deepak with the same intensity. I could not even recollect, when did the last time, my husband and I shower together. It seemed like an era.

After finishing our bath, we took our turn to dry each other’s body. Rahul gently rubbed my wet body with the towel, his hands moving erotically over the flabby curves. He paid special attention to my cunt and ass, massaging the parts with the gentle rigorousness. When he finished drying me, my whole body was flushed; partly because of the kneading it had received from my son’s deft hands, and partly due to the animal heat emanating from my horny body.

Rahul handed me the towel. Using the same technique, my son employed with me a few moments ago; I rubbed his naked body. I scrubbed his hair, then proceed to knead his face, his neck and his torso. I rubbed his dark curly thatches and gently took his cock into my hand. To my delight, it was again showing the signs of revival. 

I covered his semi erect cock into the towel, and massaged it by running my hands along its length. I removed the towel from his cock and took it into my hand, pulling its foreskin back, exposing his bulbous purple colored glans. I lovingly watched his virile tool, on the way to recovering its lost glory. I could not resist the temptation; bent my head and took his cock head into my mouth. 

“OHHHHH…!” I could hear him groan in pleasure.

I didn’t want him to squander again in my mouth, so I withdrew my lips. I proceeded to dry his ass. Running the towel along his tight hairy crack, I pinched his taut ass cheeks and heard him squeal with pleasure. Finally, I was through with him. 

“Let’s go to the bedroom.” 

I bundled the towel, and dropped it into the washing machine. I came out of bathroom, my son silently following me, his cock back to its full strength, sticking like a thick pole from his dark thatches. CHAPTER 5

I sat on my bed. Rahul stood in front of me. I watched his now rigid cock hovering inches away from my lips. I gently took hold of his cock and pulled him near to me. I kissed his cock head and ran my tongue over it, covering it with a coat of my saliva. 

Rahul dig his fingers into my shoulder, pulling my face closer to his cock, inserting his complete length into my sucking mouth. His pelvis began thrusting in a slow to and fro motion and I could feel his cock gently fucking my mouth. I began to luxuriate in the exquisite sensations. 

I grabbed his both hands and directed them to my soft spongy boobs. Rahul began to fondle and pinch my nipples, occasionally tweaking at my teats. Soon, my breasts were buzzing with erotic frenzy, my areoles hard and erect under playful stimulations from my son.

I would have loved to continue and watch him ejaculate once again in my hungry mouth. However, my famish pussy was eagerly begging for my son’s cock, and it was obvious that if I could not let go this opportunity.

I pulled his saliva-covered cock out of my mouth and try to push his body away from me. He halfheartedly withdrew and waited for my next move. I stood and asked him to lie on my bed. He sat on the side of my bed and slowly stretched his body. I put a pillow below his head and helped him to be supine on my bed. 




Virtual Seduction



Selena was sure that Angela was right, but she was uncomfortable talking about the real world. She probably wouldn't like Angela if she ever met her outside cyberspace. Not that it was very likely. It could be she was a mining engineer on the Moon. Or a shop assistant in Wellington. Or a customer services clerk in Denver. But she was sure she wouldn't be the sort to hang about with Chemistry professors. 

"At least Delia's got a bed!" she said, jumping onto the huge mattress just by the window and with a view on the garden and a distant orchard. "And a pretty firm one, too!"

"It needs to be fucking firm when you're on it!" laughed Angela, crawling onto the bed: a pale, slender, sinuous figure. "The size of your fucking boobs!" She placed a hand on Selena's shoulder and her other cupped one of Selena's breasts while her lips pursed on Selena's nipple. The sensation rippled through Selena's body, heightened as always by the preset parameters, electrifying her nerves and making her gasp. However, unlike the avatars of her own creation, Angela's avatar had a mind of her own. It was always so much more delicious to have Angela make love to her, rather than an avatar. You never quite knew what she was going to do.

And in this case, Angela was feeling a little brutal. She bit quite hard on Selena's huge nipple, which would nearly have choked a corporeal mouth, while her hand first stroked, then fingered and, so soon, fisted her large welcoming vagina. However, Selena was not a sub by nature, although she quite enjoyed the femme role. She liked to give quite as much as she liked to take. In real life, of course, she mostly just took when her husband ever remembered that a woman had needs too which had to be satisfied. Which wasn't very often. But in cyberspace, as now, Selena reciprocated Angela's passion with as much force as her cyber lover. Her fingers gripped the inside of Angela's smooth vagina, so wet and sticky inside, and already giving off that strange musky perfume that her lover preferred around her groin. Her thumb slid into Angela's anus, which easily opened to take the violation, and was just as slippery and wet as her cunt, with none of that slightly unpleasant smell that Selena associated with her few real-life anal intrusions. She licked Selena's body from her long neck to her smooth vagina travelling over the flat terrain of her chest, the nipples the merest mounds on her childlike body. 

All the while, she could feel Angela's tongue, teeth and fingers caress, cajole and worry her own virtual flesh. Tugging and pulling at her huge nipples. Soaking her clitoris in saliva. Probing deep inside her vagina. She knew that Angela had the whole of her fist inside her cunt. This was her friend's favourite activity, and she was glad that her avatar had the ability to take the strain, whilst the sensation of her pleasuring was transmitted risk-free to her corporeal senses. Her vagina was bubbling with liquid passion, which dripped down the inside of her large thighs and eased Angela's digital penetration. She twisted around to face Angela, whose perfect, blemish-free expression beamed at her, lost in the ecstasy of their lovemaking. At that moment, she felt a flush of emotion, almost of love, but she knew better than to express this to Angela. Her virtual lover was not someone who could be described as being at all romantic. In fact, she mostly sneered at any expression of passion that was not for pure physical gratification.

But that didn't prevent her from bursting out in cries of ecstasy that thankfully would not be audible to anyone near her in the real world. But they were certainly loud enough to anyone in the virtual world to hear, and they were mingled with Angela's own rather less full-throated and slightly wheezy cries of passion. And the vocal accompaniment reinforced the passion and pushed the two of them to liquid ecstasy, wet and sticky and urgent, shivering and trembling with the heightened, sharpened sensitivity of their virtual selves, somehow more real than reality itself.

And then Selena became aware that she and Angela were no longer the only ones in Delia's cottage. At first, Selena thought it was one of her avatars. Or even one of Angela's. But as her vision recovered from her passion, and the bits and bytes reorganised themselves with clarity, she could see that it was Delia, standing rather nervously by a leather armchair, her long golden tresses flowing down over her white gown, and a face expressive of so much where in cyberspace a face normally expressed so little. 

Angela also became aware of Delia's presence, but she kept a fist inside Selena's vagina, and placed her weight on her elbow, as she turned round to face the mistress of the home site they had entered.

"What are you doing here?" Delia asked, her dialect-free voice expressing all too well as complicated a set of emotions as those on her face.

"What does it look like, Delia?" smiled Angela. "We took advantage of your kind invitation and came to visit your home site."

"And very nice it is too!" agreed Selena, putting a comforting arm around Angela's sharp angular shoulders. "A very pious tribute. I just love the music."

"That's not the point," Delia struggled to say. "It's not that you've visited my site. And, yes, when I gave Angela my address, I was quite happy for her to visit. And you too, Selena. It's what you're doing here. This is my home site. I didn't expect you to desecrate it with your… your… your…"

"'Fucking'?" Angela remarked. "Is that what you're trying to say, Delia? 'Fucking'. Or is it beyond your tight-assed prudishness to use words like that? I've been 'fisting' Delia's 'cunt'. And it's been fucking great! If there's nothing I don't like more, it's fucking. Do you want to join in? Is that what you want to do?"

"Mary Mother of God! What do you think I am? I didn't ask you over here so that you could insult my site. I know it's not very professional. And I'm sure it's not wholly to your taste. But I didn't expect you to come here and behave in such a… such a… disrespectful manner."

"'Disrespectful'? You hear that, Selena?"

"Yes. I heard it."

"If it's so fucking disrespectful two women making love with each other. Enjoying each other's company. Expressing the love they feel for each other." Angela kissed Selena tenderly on her cheek. "If it's such a 'disrespectful' thing, then why do you visit dyke chat rooms? What do you think dykes do when they're not chatting? Praising the lord? Singing hymns? Reading the fucking bible?"

"Really!" exclaimed Delia. "This is too much! I can't allow you to visit my site and behave like this. I'll just have to ask you to leave and I'll revoke your visiting rights. This isn't right. You shouldn't come into my site and talk to me like this and force me to question my values."

"But, Delia," remarked Selena, in a soft reassuring tone, "you surely understand that when you visit a lesbian chat room that you are advertising yourself as sort of being available to other women. That's what they're there for. This may not be what you've consciously asked for, but it must be what you secretly want. After all, why do you visit lesbian chat rooms?"

"Yeah, why?" chipped in Angela. "You some kind of peeking perv, Delia?"

Delia looked a little subdued as she regarded the naked bodies of her two visitors. "I don't know why I have to answer questions like that."

"But you do understand that it's a legitimate view," continued Selena who, despite herself was rather enjoying the discomfort she was inflicting on Delia. Would she have been so bold if she were talking to this nun in the real world? Very unlikely. But here in cyberspace, normal rules of etiquette could be so easily circumvented or ignored. Anonymity was such a wonderful thing. "You could visit plenty of chat rooms. There are very very many that do not concern themselves with lesbians or permit lesbians to meet each other. There are many more where women can meet men and men can meet women…"

Delia made a face: an expression that was curiously almost mirrored by the intensity of its disgust and aversion by that on Angela's face. Not for the first time, Selena felt sure that the Angela in the real world was just as much a lesbian as the Angela in cyberspace. Delia shook her head. "I couldn't go there. Not as a nun. My vows."

"What fucking difference is there in fucking women rather than men?" Angela spat out. "Your vows aren't that fucking gender-specific are they?"

Selena chose to ignore Angela's outburst. "But Delia. That's not the point. There are many chat rooms that have nothing to do with sex." Selena knew this was true. She'd even visited a few. But they weren't as popular as the sex or erotic chat rooms. And, as far as she was concerned, not nearly as much fun. And when she went to a chemistry or pedagogical chat room she had to select an avatar that wasn't as sexually explicit or freakish as the one she normally adopted. That would just be inappropriate. "You could have chosen to visit a religious chat room. Or a musical one. Or one for nuns. But you choose to visit lesbian chat rooms…"

"Yeah," agreed Angela. "Not just 'Women Who Love Women'. I've heard about the other ones."

"The other ones?" gasped Delia, with an expression akin to fright. 

"Yeah, the others. You know the ones I mean."

"Honestly, I've only been to that one and 'Sapphic Literature' and…"

"And 'Radclyffe Hall' and 'Femme Fête' and God Knows what else! You can't shit us, Delia. You're a fucking whore for chat rooms!"

At this, Delia suddenly burst into tears. She leaned back against the armchair, supporting her weight by the length of her arm, while her face fractured into a look of total misery. This sight fascinated Selena. She'd never seen an avatar cry before. Well, not one that was guided by Real rather than Artificial Intelligence. When Angela's latex-dressed avatars burst into tears, Selena couldn't really feel sorry for them. They only existed for Angela's pleasure. And if suffering was part of her pleasure, then so be it. But here was Delia, crying and weeping in cyberspace. 

Selena stood up and strode over to Delia. She put her arm around Delia's shoulder and let her tears drip onto her still hot and sweaty flesh. A lachrymal trickle made its way down her chest and flowed over the massively contorted contours of her bosom. It felt warm and strangely pleasant. But Selena wasn't just comforting Delia for the benefit of feeling the trickle of her tears on her flesh. She was also genuinely anxious to console her.

"Lay off, Angela!" Selena admonished her cyber lover. "You can see that Delia's upset."

Delia sobbed. "I guess you're right. I have been to other lesbian chat rooms. And I've watched the films. And watched other women. But honestly, I just haven't… I thought, it's one thing to watch and another thing to…"

"Don't worry, Delia," said Selena softly. "We've all had to start somewhere. It wasn't easy for me to begin with, you know." She looked at Angela whom she could see was about to contradict her, but she frowned at her to indicate that she should be silent. "But after a while, the watching isn't enough. Nor is the flirting. Then it's time to follow your feelings. And as you know, in cyberspace nobody can hear you scream in pleasure. It's all totally free of consequence. And therefore it's free of guilt."

"More's the pity!" Angela mumbled.

Delia put her head on Selena's shoulder. Clearly she was enjoying the heightened feelings that were available in the virtual world. Just as Selena could feel the enhanced warmth and passion of Delia's firm soft body rather better than had they met in reality. Who was to know what the real Delia was like? Nuns weren't necessarily pretty, but her avatar certainly was. And she was pleased to see Delia's resistance dissolve so very quickly as she slowly undressed the woman under Angela's prurient gaze. She watched her friend finger herself, her crotch already dripping with the juice of her earlier passion, while she let the gown fall off Delia's body to drop gently onto the thick rug. Delia was wearing no underwear, but in cyberspace this was the sort of detail that often didn't occur to people when they were designing their avatars. Especially when they weren't expecting to take their clothes off very often. But Selena wasn't convinced that in Delia's case this was simply to do with forgetfulness as Delia had taken some care in other aspects of her body design. No exaggerated contours like Selena's own, but rather the soft delicate lines of a Victorian nude. She had clearly enjoyed some pleasure in planning her body design. But just as clearly had no further agenda to pursue in taking the design to the extremes that Angela and Selena had with their bodies.

Selena pressed her lips on Delia's lips, which opened quite unresistingly but nervously, uncertain as to how wide she should open her jaws, while Selena's tongue gained access and slid across the perfect white ivories of her virtual teeth. Selena was almost disappointed to discover that Delia's body had the default smells and tastes of avatar design: very much like the real thing but heightened ever so slightly and also a little too pure. Not like Angela and Selena, who'd manipulated so many of their tastes and smells to fit the fantasies and desires they wanted to project. But Delia was quite innocent of the further refinements available to her.

Delia responded by running her hands down Selena's voluptuous frame, both wanting to, and frightened to, investigate Selena's crotch; but happy to explore Selena's nipples and breasts. Selena was delighted that Delia had so quickly cracked, but then it had almost certainly been something like this she'd been hoping for when she'd granted Angela permission to enter her site. And it was Angela now, seeing that all was going well, who appeared behind Delia and began licking her neck and shoulders with that oh! so flexible tongue of hers. Delia gasped with delight. And it was with even more delight she let the two friends guide her back onto her own bed, so firm and comfortable and large, and lay beside her, busy keeping her senses clouded with kisses, cuddles and caresses.

And it was Angela who first breached the crotch. Delia had already been emboldened by the two women's directions to run the palm of her hand over their crotches, so smooth and hot, and even tweaked the clitoris, with a sense of wonder and nervousness, while guided by Selena's own hand. Selena loved the feel of fingers on her clitoris, and Delia's were deliciously long and slender. If only her husband had ever shown as much attention to her real clitoris as her cyber lovers did to her virtual one. But Delia was clearly somewhat alarmed by the reciprocation, as Angela's tongue and fingers explored the contours and shape of Delia's own bare crotch. Selena wondered whether Delia had left her crotch bare because it was the default for the Victorian nude model that she had adopted. Or whether, like Angela and herself, she rather liked the sensitivity of a perfectly hairless vagina. Either way, her initial response to Angela's attentions was to sit up straight and pull herself away from Angela's grasp. 

"This isn't right. This is a step too far. This is not only contravening my vows, but is also contravening the natural law of relations. Can the Lord God forgive me?"

Selena was startled by Delia's sudden change. She was also worried that Delia might suddenly choose to disconnect from cyberspace and at the same time throw Angela and her out of her site. This could be very disconcerting. She had several times been dumped in this very abrupt way, suddenly dropping into her default home site with none of the comforting intermediaries as a telephone kiosk portal. This was one of the hazards of cyber-seduction. If the other person changed her mind, it was much easier to disengage than in the real world. It took some skill to prevent this happening.

However, Angela had just that skill. Whatever she thought of Delia, she would be damned if she wasn't going to get what she thought were her just deserts after all the energy she'd put in to this endeavour.

"You have a very beautiful clitoris, you know," Angela said kindly, turning her face towards Delia, smiling in such a sweet angelic way that no one would ever suspect the way she maltreated her avatars. "My desire for you just got to be too much. I should have asked first. In my selfishness I was thinking only of my desire and not yours. Have I your permission to at least touch your clitoris?"

Delia relented, as Angela knew she would. "Just touch it. Nothing else. And then I really must be going. It must surely be time for matins."

'Matins'? Selena wondered in which time zone the real Delia must be. She watched as Angela returned to her duties. Her tongue lashed and inveigled itself on Delia's labia and clitoris. And soon Selena's lips and tongue were there too. And soon their fingers were in. And pushing. And stroking. And scratching. And all the while, as more and more barriers were broken, Selena wondered whether Delia would realise how far she was being taken. But clearly passion was getting a hold of her. She was slippery and sweaty and sticky, as the two lovers probed and insinuated and lubricated and incited her. 

And not just in the bed. As the passion took hold, they moved about the room. They made love on the rug. On the sofa. In the bathroom. In the kitchen. Under a portrait of the Virgin Mary who looked down on the three lovers with her quiet gaze of spiritual peace. Angela studied the picture, while Delia licked the smoothness of her chest and Selena's fist pushed deeper into her anus.

"That Mary bitch set a piss poor example didn't she?"

Delia paused in her licking, while Selena's other hand pinched the labial folds of her crotch. "What do you mean? About the Blessed Virgin?"

Angela looked at Delia pityingly. She was about to pursue her argument further, as she'd often done when she had argued with Selena about anything which in any way differed from her view of the world, but Selena could see that this wouldn't be a very good time to push the issue further. Selena still wasn't done. And in any case, she wanted to see whether she'd be able to persuade Delia to open her arse as wide as she had already done her vagina.

"The Blessed Virgin Mary gives help and succour to those who need it," Selena argued. "Just as you do, Angela, in your own very different way."

Angela nodded. This was the sort of answer she liked. "Yeah," she said to Selena, kissing her affectionately on her cheek. "I guess in this world we're like Gods, aren't we? We can do what we like. And we can enjoy ourselves however we choose."

And just like Gods, Selena thought to herself, as she put her lips on one of Delia's pale pink nipples, we have responsibilities and duties to our creations and the others who inhabit this world. She glanced at Angela with a slight frown. Virtual space might be empowering, but it still doesn't absolve us of our moral and ethical liability.