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The Inter-net
Part-1-of-2
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It was really getting late but I just wasn't tired. I had the house to myself so I was sitting at the computer in the nude looking at some porn. My son was staying the weekend at his Dad's house, a rarity in itself, and my boyfriend had to work. This left me some quiet time and I needed it. I was enjoying a little wine and a little peace and quiet.
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Like I said I was surfing porn and enjoying a little self-stimulation. I'm a normal healthy 38-year-old woman and because my son and I share such a small apartment together I don't get much of a chance to enjoy myself like this. His room is just on the other side of a thin wall from mine and to be honest, I just can't be quiet when I'm aroused.
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As I was surfing I decided to check out some chat rooms. I really don't chat all that much while on line but when I'm in the mood I do enjoy a little chat. I went right to the user created rooms knowing that's where the hot talk would be. Mature interests seemed like the right place to look.
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I tried a few rooms but really didn't find much that interested me so I was about to give up when I got an instant message. It was from a guy who said he was 18-years old and liked older women. He wanted to know if I'd be willing to chat. I usually wouldn't talk with a guy that young but he was polite so I figured no harm in giving him a chance.
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We ended up chatting for quite awhile. I really liked this kid, he was polite and seemed very mature for his age. The talk was not purely sexual either, he actually seemed to want to get to know me and I liked that. Most guys on line act like complete jerks and just want to role-play or have cyber sex right off the bat. This kid however just seemed to want to learn all about me. I even ended up sending him a picture of myself and that's just something I never do.
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At one point he wanted to know what I was wearing and I told him honestly that I wasn't wearing anything. He told me he was naked too and we started describing to each other the things we were doing to ourselves. This ended up being the first time I ever actually found cyber sex to be erotic and I even ended up having a great climax from our chat. When we finished I told him good night and went to bed feeling satisfied.
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When I awoke the next morning I decided to go on line while I enjoyed my morning coffee. I instantly got a message from my new friend and he let me know his cock was still hard from our chat the night before. We picked up right where we had left off. It was such a turn on to me to know that I could arouse a guy his age. We ended up having cyber sex three more times together before the weekend was over.
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Looking back I think I missed a few clues as to this guy's true identity. Several times he asked me things about my son. Nothing off color, but I should have asked myself why he was so interested, but I never put two and two together. I just figured he wanted to know because my son is close to his age.
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I wasn't on line very much the next few days so I didn't talk to him again for a while. The following Thursday though I was alone in the house again and I got an instant message from him. Again it turned into some great cyber sex. I found that he just seemed to know all the right buttons to push with me.
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It was Friday when I got the shock of my life. I had just gotten home from work and decided to check my e-mail. Paul, my son was not home and when he left the apartment he had made a mistake, a mistake that changed things between us forever. He’d left the AOL running. I was just about to change users when I happened to look at his screen name. It was the name of the guy I'd been having so much fun with on line. I realized that he had been using the name on his Dad's account so I wouldn't know who he was.
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The realization of what I'd done hit me instantly. I’d been having cyber sex with my own son. I had described to him in great detail how I was fingering my pussy, touching my breasts, wishing that I were sucking his cock, craving the feel of his hard shaft inside of me. I was both mortified and angry at the same time. How could he have done this to me? Then another question came to mind, why had he done this to me?
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Obviously nothing like this had ever happened to me before so I wasn't sure how to handle the situation. Should I confront him about it? Should I ignore it and treat it as just a phase he's going through? Maybe I should talk to his father about it. I was just so unsure about what to do that I decided to take a hot bath to try and relax and think things over.
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As I lay there about a million thoughts raced through my mind. I don't think I could have been in more shock had I been hit by a truck. I tried to assure myself that all teenage boys probably fantasize about their mothers at some point. I wasn't a bad looking woman after all. I had lost the few extra pounds that I had carried around for a long time and perhaps I should just take it as a compliment and try and forget about the whole thing.
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After a nice long soak I finally got out of the tub, threw on a robe and sat down to finally read my e-mail. As soon as I logged on, I got an instant message from my son, who of course didn't know that I had found him out. He started telling me that he'd been thinking about me all day and his cock was as hard as a rock. I knew I really wasn't ready to deal with confronting him so I just sort of played along. I thought that would be for the best at the moment and didn't see any harm in it.
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He was telling me about stroking and the things that he'd like to be doing to me and suddenly I realized that despite the fact I now knew who he was, I was turned on. I opened my robe and began masturbating with him. We once again had some great cyber sex and for a few minutes I forgot that it was my son and just treated him as my on line lover.
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Once we had finished, reality hit me hard. I had just had cyber sex with my own son and this time I did it willingly and knowingly. What had I been thinking? This is insane. He's my own teenage son. How will I ever face him when he comes home? A million other questions were running through my mind, not the least of which was how do I stop this or do I even want to?
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I was so confused; how did it happen that I found myself wanting my own son? How did it come about that he wanted me? Could I stop this thing before it went any further? Did I even want it to stop or did I want to actually touch him, suck him, and fuck him?
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I kept telling myself that he was just going through a phase and that it would pass. The only problem was that he had dragged me into it and now I wasn't so sure that I wanted it to be just a passing phase. I enjoyed our time on line together and had to admit to myself that deep down, I didn’t want it to stop. I thought about it and decided that at minimum I could play along on line for a while, nobody had to know. He didn't even need to know that I was onto him.
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I called my boy friend and told him that I wasn't feeling well and that I wouldn't be going over to his place that evening. I knew he had to work the rest of the weekend and would be disappointed but I needed time to think and I was in no mood to deal with him. I had no idea when Paul would be home or how I was going to face him when he was. But I knew I was going to have to face him sooner or later.
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My mind was going a mile a minute and then I guess it just sort of shut down on me. I sat down on the sofa and the next thing I knew Paul was coming into the apartment. I must have been asleep for at least a couple of hours and was totally out of it when I woke up. I didn't even realize at first that I was still clad in only a robe with nothing underneath.
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Paul asked if I minded if he watched some TV and of course I said that I didn't. I was now wide-awake and I knew there was no use in going to bed, that I'd never fall back to sleep right away. I asked him what time it was and he told me 12:30. As the cobwebs cleared from my mind, he asked me if I'd like a coke and then headed for the kitchen. It was then that I realized how I was dressed.
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When he brought our drinks in, he plopped down on the love seat across from me. I asked him where he'd been all evening and he told me that he’d stopped over at his Dad's place for a few minutes and then went out with some friends for a while. It was easy to figure out that the time he was at his Dad's place was when we’d chatted on-line.
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As we made small talk and I realized that for the first time ever I was checking him out. When I say checking him out, I mean I was looking at him from head to toe. I found myself wondering if his cock was really the seven inches long that he’d told me that it was. Then I decided to tease him a little bit, kind of hint around about the cyber sex and see how he'd react.
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I told him that I'd like his opinion about something and he said that he'd be glad to give it. I asked him if he thought on line romances could work, because I'd met a younger guy on line and really liked him. He grinned big time and said, “Yes, he thought that on line romance could work.” Then he asked me, “Aren’t things going well with your boyfriend?”
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I told him that things were …
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The Inter-net
Part-2-of-2
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I told him that things were ok between us but that I get a little bored with him from times to time. Then I told him, “I met this younger guy on the Internet and I really liked him and just thought maybe I shouldn't close any doors in my life at this time. I'm seriously thinking about asking this guy if he'd like to meet.” Paul didn't say anything but he had the funniest look on his face.
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He then excused himself to go change into more comfortable clothes and while he was gone I couldn't help but wonder how he felt about what I'd just said. I also took the opportunity to fix my robe so that I was showing lots of cleavage. I was still in a naughty mood and wanted him to get a nice view when he came back into the room.
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When he walked back in I noticed that he stopped at the back of the couch and stood behind me for a long time. I knew he was getting a good look at my cleavage and that it was giving me quite a thrill. I felt my nipples getting hard and I felt a familiar dampness between my legs. Does he really think I'm sexy? I wanted to know, no, I needed to know.
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It seemed that I was no longer in control of myself. My sexual nature took total control of me. There was a little voice deep inside of me telling me to stop that I'd taken this far enough, but I was powerless to stop myself. I said I was going to fix us some popcorn and stood up. When I did I purposely let my robe fall open. It was only for a moment but it was long enough for him to see that I was completely naked under the robe.
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It took about 5-minutes for the microwave popcorn to pop and as I waited I could actually hear my heart beating. I was trembling because I knew I that was about to cross a line that I never before even had knew existed. I had to fight with myself just to keep from touching my pussy. That may have been the longest 5-minutes of my life.
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At last the popcorn was ready and I stepped back into the living room. I had poured the bag into a bowl that I sat on the couch beside me. Paul was sitting on the loveseat again so I told him that he should come sit with me so that we could share the popcorn. When he joined me, it gave me ample opportunity to show off my cleavage. Every time I'd reach for popcorn, I'd make a point of bending in such a way that he was getting a good look down the top of my robe.
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I waited until I knew that he wasn't looking and then I untied the sash on my robe. I knew that the first time I moved it would fall open and I wanted it to. The very next time I reached for more popcorn it fell open. Paul's eyes were glued to my breasts and I made no effort to cover them. I wanted Paul to see them so I let him.
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Not a word was spoken for a few moments, he just stared opened mouth at my breasts. I couldn’t believe how much it turned me on. Without saying a word I nonchalantly reached up and started to fondle them right in front of his eyes. Then I parted my legs so that my pussy was exposed to him. My heart was pounding, my legs were shaking, and I was so wet that I was dripping.
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Suddenly I thought of something that I’d told him while we were chatting on line, so I said, "I told you my pussy was shaved, do you like it?"
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He was so shocked to find out I knew it had been him that he started to apologize. I just told him to shut up. Yes I was mad at first but after I thought it over I was to say the least, intrigued. Then I asked him, “Do you like the way my pussy looks smooth shaven?”
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He was not only very unsure of himself but also scared to death to boot. As frightened as I was by my own actions I wasn't about to stop. As he watched, I spread my legs and started to finger myself. I even licked my fingers and told him how good it tasted. I guess I wanted him to become more the aggressive but if he wasn't I was going to.
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I reminded him of how many times that he’d told me that he’d love to lick my pussy. I told him to go ahead, that I wanted him to lick it. He was very terrified but he slowly leaned toward my lap. In frustration I reached up, put my hand behind the back of his head and pulled his mouth onto my pussy.
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He got started a little slow, but once he got started the feeling was incredible. His tongue made me feel better than I can ever remember feeling. Once he got started he quickly got over his shyness. In a matter of minutes he had his mouth buried in my pussy and his hands on my breasts pinching my nipples. After he licked me for about ten minutes, I was so far gone that I swear I passed out. My first orgasm with him was incredible.
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As my climax subsided I knew what I wanted next, I wanted to see his cock. I wanted to feel it. But more than anything I wanted to taste it. I pushed him over on to his back and moved on top of him. I immediately kissed him square on the lips. It was a mad passionate kiss. My tongue pushed its way between his lips and we embraced as lovers. I hadn’t expected his mouth to be so hot, so hard, or so hungry. I expected it to be bland and easily resisted. But I was wrong, dangerously wrong. Even as I gasped for air, he heightened the kiss, plunging his tongue deep, taunting, teasing mine. As we kissed I moved my hand down and rubbed it over his crotch and was quite pleased by the lump that I felt.
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Excitedly I pulled his shirt off of him and then started on his shorts. The second that the elastic waistband passed the head his massive cock sprang up and stood quivering between them. It was every bit as big as he had claimed it was if not bigger, almost 8-inches plus of red shaft and purple head with rigid cords running its length. He also had the loveliest set of balls ever seen.
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I quickly wrapped my hand around the shaft and almost cummed again just from the excitement of touching it. I couldn’t believe what a dirty foul-mouthed slut I was as I told him how nice his cock was, and how good it felt. As it wavered back and forth only inches from my face, I asked him if he wanted me to suck it. What red-blooded male wouldn’t? He practically begged me to put it in my mouth. I teased him for a bit. Poking my tongue out and almost licking it then veering off. I kissed all around the base and even his balls.
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I sensed he was getting close to cumming and I didn't want that to happen just yet, so I stopped my teasing and gave him the chance to calm down. Once he calmed down I flicked out my tongue and gently licked the tip of his cock. I instantly loved how he tasted.
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Then almost as if I was in a trance, I moved my face closer to his cock. Then I opened my mouth wide full intending to take every inch of his cock down my throat. I came pretty damned close too. I could feel his kinky pubic hair tickling my nose. I didn’t waste any time with teasing or anything like that. I just started bobbing my head up and down on my son’s fantastic cock. I could feel his cock getting harder, longer and thicker in my mouth. I could also taste his pre-cum as it started to leak out of his pee-hole. Every so often stopping to lick his balls. I even went so far as to lick his asshole once. When I did Paul wailed, “Oh god Mom, that’s good, keep sucking my cock,” As I kept bobbing my head up and down on my son’s his cock I used my tongue to massage the bottom of it. When I sensed that he was close to exploding, I wanted to taste his seed so I told him to cum in my mouth. He started moaning and before I realized what was happening I felt his hand wrap around the back of my head and pull my face tight into his crotch as he erupted, shooting his hot load down my throat. He shot at least 4-bursts of cum into my mouth and down my throat before I felt him ease up on the back of my head and give me a chance to breathe.
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I loved the salty tang of his cum, so I kept sucking until I’d swallowed every drop. I've always loved the taste of a man's load but his was absolutely the finest I've ever tasted.
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His hand was still on the back of my head, but there was no pressure on it. It was more like he was just resting it there or something. I pulled my mouth off his cock a little, but I didn't stop sucking. I wanted him hard again because I wasn't through with him yet. At this point I was operating on pure lust mode. It didn’t really even occur to me that I was sucking on my son’s cock and swallowing his cum. But regardless I was really turned on.
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When I could tell that he was completely hard again I lay on my back. Needing no urging Paul scooted up and kissed me again. His softly lips pressed against mine, soft, smooth, warm, alive. We kiss and kiss again, and a sigh escaped his lungs between kisses. My arms tighten around his neck as he held me ever tighter in his embrace. We were so close that his pelvis rocked forward, meeting my own.
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Our mouths open and my tongue meet his, both tentative, exploring, searching. A moan builds in my throat, as we lay there, afraid to break the embrace, my heart was beating faster and faster.
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Once you are ready to go again, I brought my legs up and opened them wider. When we finally broke our kiss and loosened the embrace he moved into position. I reached between our bodies and guided his cock to the lips of my pussy. When he felt the head slide in, he placed his hands under my ass and lifted me up and plunge deeply into my waiting pussy. I told him to fuck me hard, that I wanted his cock to pound me until I screamed. He pumped that beautiful hard cock in and out of me with a fury. He was grunting and groaning and I was screaming and scratching as he kept plunging into my pussy.
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Our bodies were hot and steamy with fragrant sex odors as we were joined in the pursuit of pleasure. Paul kept his cock moving in and out of my cunt slowly picking up more speed. I almost sob as I clutch him to me, meeting each thrust. I couldn't catch my breath and suddenly erupted in a massive orgasm. My head was spinning, my heart was pounding, and every square inch of me felt like I was in heaven. Something happened to me then that had never happened before. Just as my orgasm subsided I suddenly erupted into another one. My Paul knows how to fuck.
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As I calmed down I could tell that Paul was about to climax. I pushed him off and engulfed his cock into my mouth once again. I sucked on the head of his cock like it was a straw and made sure that I swallowed his load for the second time and made sure not one drop went to waste.
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I pulled my mouth off his cock a little, and then I sucked off all my saliva and his cum until his cock fell out of my mouth with a soft plopping sound. Then I took his cock back into my mouth and used my tongue to get any of his cum that might have gotten caught in the ridge at the head of his cock. When I was sure that it was thoroughly clean, I flicked my tongue over his pee-hole and tasted a little cum there
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I sucked his cock until he was spent and I loved doing it.
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He then did something that finished the evening off in the most perfect of was. He took me by the hand and led me to my bed. I crawled in and he settled in next tome and cuddled me all night. I can't even describe how happy I was at that moment. He held me tight as we both drifted off into the most splendid of sleeps.
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The end…
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