It started with a web-cam... (for hereiam_1971 & SW_PD)

[Springwheel_PD]

It began with a web-cam... (for hereiam_1971 & SW_PD)

Nate Herriot awoke and opened his eyes. It wasn’t often that he got to wake up without the aide of an alarm. He looked straight ahead... a different colored ceiling greeted him. He stared at the unfamiliar color and texture; in that morning haze he couldn’t remember where he was. He turned over in bed, propped himself up on his elbows and and looked out the window, he saw familiar things from an unfamiliar angles... the local post office, Phil’s Barber Shop. He was still groggy and waking up as he thought to himself, 'How did I get here?'

He slowly started to piece things together. He remembered last night, collapsing onto his bed after lugging his 5th carload of boxes from his Mom’s house to his new apartment. He remembered a week ago making the decision to move out of his Mom’ house and get back on his own two feet. He remembered six months of stagnation, apathy and depression, following the departure of his Sophomore year of college. He remembered Amanda....

“No.” Nate said out loud. He felt that fire in his gut; the fire he’d been missing for the last 6 months. He wasn’t going to dwell on the past anymore, brood over what could have been with Amand- -

Nate snapped his fingers and again said out loud: “Nope, don’t even think about her. You’re moving on.” He kicked the comforter off and lept from his bed. He stood naked in-front of these new windows, this new vantage point on the world. Now is the time to advance, to move forward! He felt the fire in his gut.

He turned around and a lot of that newfound enthusiasm diminished when he saw the mountains of boxes, still needing to be unpacked. He may have finally rediscovered the desire to make progress, but that fire in his gut was still just a small flame. The pilot light didn’t always remain lit for extended periods of time. ‘This will not always be like this’ he reminded himself.

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Nate had not always had difficulty with motivation and drive. In college he had been getting good grades; and was in, he thought, a strong relationship with a very special lady: she was a professor of “New Media” at the school... they had met discreetly over the course of his Freshman year. When his Sophomore year started, they discovered they didn’t only share a bed as lovers, but a classroom as teacher and student. Suddenly things became awkward between the couple... she never had a problem going out with A student... but felt that things would get very complicated, and dangerous for her career, if she were in a relationship with one of HER students...

Nate wanted to keep this relationship going... it was the first one he’d ever been in that he felt such a strong connection. He thought he’d finally found love after a string of bad dates, mis-communications and “friend zone” traps with girls his own age... he finally found love and it was with an older woman. He asked her if it would make a difference if he weren’t her student anymore. She told him that would make the ONLY difference. He dropped out, hoping to ignite a new fiery chapter of their relationship. What happened drove Nate back to his hometown, starting 6 months of depression and sulking around.

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After a shower and a fresh donut (seeking out vacancies in the apartments above the local grocery & bakery was a stroke of genius, and getting one was a stoke of luck) Nate felt much more prepared to start the day. He pulled his rusty yet reliable ’99 Accord out of the building’s parking lot and drove down Summerfield’s main avenue and headed toward the ‘burbs, to his Mom’s house.

After his tumultuous break-up, he drove from college all the way back to his Mom’s house. He told her enough of the story to get the picture... but didn’t tell her that he was in love with a professor. Staying at home was just the thing that Nate needed to regroup.

Nate was miserable.. he missed Amanda's her long tangled blonde hair... the gleam of her eyes behind her hot nerdy glasses... Even though he was miserable, staying at his Mom’s comfy little house did him worlds of good. She always was good at cheering him up and keeping him going. (her hot homemade meals were a marked improvement over his cold low-budget college cuisine, as well).

Although his Mom never pressured him to leave, Nate did eventually realize that his continual presence at home was starting to take it’s toll on her. The year before when he came home for holiday breaks during his Freshman year, he saw that she was FULL of energy and zip. Mom had been divorced for for 9 years, and Nate was the last of his siblings to leave for college, so with an empty house, no doubt Mom started to live again. He didn’t know what she was up to, but he didn’t pry. He was glad to see her so lively and happy.

Over the 6 months Nate was home, he noticed that Mom wasn’t exactly in the full-fledged depression that he was, but she was definitely... he wasn’t sure how to describe it. Subdued? Toned down? He decided that if he can’t get out of his slump, he was going to do something to at least get his Mom back to her energized self. That day he started looking for an apartment.

And today would mark the final day of the move! Him, out on his own (but still close to home) and his Mom finally able to breathe again. He smiled as he turned onto Blossom Ct. and pulled up to his Mom’s cozy brick house. Her car was in the driveway, which meant she hadn’t yet left for work! He was glad he’d be able to see her this morning, and hoped she had a pot of coffee brewing. She always got the good gourmet stuff...

OOC: physical traits/appearance of character
Name: Nate Herriot
Age: 19
Hair: Dark Brown
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 190 lbs.
Description: He used to be in quite good shape, worked out & lifted weights 3-4 times a week and weighed in at 170 lbs. But months of post-breakup blues, lounging around without motivation can add some extra pounds to a young man. He still appears reasonably muscular for his size, his chest, arms & back are visibly muscular, though he's developed a bit of a belly w/ love handles. He's been told by past girlfriends that he has a cute butt... though he doesn't exactly know what they're talking about. If he got back into the swing of things, he could shed those extra pounds. He's a bit hairy in places. Not as bad as, say, Robin Williams, but when he was in shape he'd be able to pull off a convincing "Wolverine" at Halloween.

 

[hereiam_1971]

Gwen sat at the kitchen table, drinking her first cup of coffee of the day. Her fingers drummed lightly on the table as she watched the local weather report. She heard her son’s car pull up in the driveway, and turned to her laptop, quickly closing the web browser. She had been checking out the number of hits she had received the night before, and had been pleasantly surprised that her apparent comeback had generated a lot of interest.

Her additional income, not to mention her libido, had suffered the last few months while her son stayed with her. Not that she would have asked him to leave, but still have long ago gotten over the empty nest syndrome; she had not been prepared for the intrusion in her life.

About six months after Nate had left for college, she had suddenly started to find herself a bit strapped for cash. Trying to help her son cover his costs, as well as her own, had severely limited her ability to cover expenses, and finding herself on a second notice on several bills she had tried to find another way to make a bit more money. One day while sitting in the cafeteria at her job, she overheard a couple of her male coworkers talking about cam site. She heard one of them tell the other about how he had paid a good sum of money to chat with women while they masturbated. One had even made a comment that Gwen would make a good model. Jer short dark hair and curvy body was exactly what both of them found appealing.

When returned home that evening, she brought up the name of the site the man had mentioned. After skimming through several of the models, she finally entered her credit card number, and tried a private session. She was floored; while the woman on the other cam was attractive, Gwen felt that she was definitely sexier. After the show was over, she did some more research, and made up her mind to try it.

After all, she was gorgeous, she liked to masturbate and talk dirty with several of the men she had dated. It seemed like a natural fit, and if she even got half the money that had been charged her credit card, it would definitely help her out. While it wasn’t enough to allow her to quit her job, it would help cover her son’s college expenses.

It had started slow. She had a boyfriend make several videos of her, which she sent to the various cam websites. The answers came back slowly, and the need to answer questions became more personal. Would she do anal? Yes she replied. Could she be classified as a Milf? Yes. Would she be opposed to lesbian encounters: No that was fine. So on and so forth. More videos were sent, and eventually she was accepted to one of the more prestigious sites.

So she had gotten into the business. At first it was slow, but she quickly gained a loyal following and saw her efforts paying off. Plus it was fun, she was going to masturbate anyways, and having the client tell her how to do it had a special thrill. In addition, she discovered with glee; sex toys were now tax deductible. As her clientele increased, she had the spare bedroom redone so she could use it as her “office”. She was also planning on a renovation of a bathroom, so she could expand her repertoire into shower and tub scenes. She had even considered doing a couple version, and was waiting for the right time to approach her twenty-five year old boyfriend John to join her.

However, all of her plans had been derailed when her son asked if he could move back home. The spare bedroom was converted back, as her son returned to his old bedroom next to hers. The following months were almost agony, she had tried to get the same excitement renting a hotel room, but the cost for a nice one would certainly cut deep into the revenue, and she just couldn’t seem to get into the mood.

Now, six months later, she had her house back. Her had found an apartment close by, and had moved most of his stuff out the day before. Gwen was looking forward to that evening, hoping for a repeat of the night before. She had performed for a multitude of subscribers, making it her most lucrative session yet.

 

[Springwheel_PD]

(OOC: Wow, this one was a little long... I don't think they'll all be this long... let me know if that's a problem)

IC:

Nate put the car in park, and stepped out of the car. It was a really nice morning, if only a little crisp. The leaves in the two trees in the quaint front yard rustled their leaves in welcome. Nate knew that he was about to enter the house, not as a mooch, but as a visitor, made the troubles plaguing his mind seem much smaller. Times are a-changing!

In fact it felt like everything was changing. All of the heavy lifting from the previous day's intensive move brought back to Nate the tingling feeling he used to feel in his muscles after a good workout. That move was the first decent workout he had in months... and it yielded for him a GREAT night's sleep. Sleeping after moving mountains of boxes across town will ensure a much better night of sleep than a day of pizza, video games and surfing the net will get you. It was the sleep of an active man, not a slacker.

He walked up the path to his Mom's cozy brick house and opened the door with a spring in his step. His Mom was sitting at the kitchen table to the left. Gwen beamed at her son. "Good morning sweetheart!" She raised her cup of coffee in greeting. "Just made a fresh pot, get it while it's hot!"

What a difference one day makes... she was smiling, had a gleam in her eye, she was practically glowing. Back was the "Mom" from last Summer break. Nate smiled back "Mmm, perfect." he sniffed the air, smelling the fresh brewed aroma "That's just the thing I need..."

Nate opened the cupboard, looking only at his Mom's mugs. All of his mugs, cups, glasses were gone, no longer cluttering up the shelves. Just one aspect of many that showed his new start, pulling himself up by himself. He poured himself a cup and added a couple spoonfuls of sugar. He sat down at the table next to his Mom, took a sip of the sweet rich brew and leaned back in the chair. "Mmm."

Gwen took a sip and offered "Mmm!" in agreement. She put her mug down on the table, turned to face her son, putting one leg over the other, and with a smile said "So! How's the move going?"

Nate too put his mug down. "Great... almost done, just got one big box here to get..." He thought back to the mountain of unpacking he still had to do back at his apartment. He felt the weariness start to creep up in his bones. He sighed and looked to the ceiling as he leaned back a bit... stretching. After a kink or two in his neck cracked, he brought his head back down and took another sip of coffee.

Gwen saw a lot of this the last few months. She leaned toward her son and asked "Are you sure it's going well?" Nate had been very self motivated in the past, but recently weariness could wash over him.

Nate took a sharp breath in, shook it off, and sat up straight in his chair. He felt the fire back in his gut. "Well, there is a lot of work left to do. It's a lot of work, but what the hell; gotta get through it, right?" He turned to his Mom with a casual and confident smile.

For the 6 months after Amanda trampled his spirit, Nate felt that every task was too much to handle. But he knew NOW, that it took hard work, which was nothing to let bother him. He learned this early on from his Mom... it just took him a while to remember it.....

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He was 10 years old when his parents got Divorced. He remembered being very confused when his Dad left. He was even more worried about his Mom, who became very sullen and withdrawn. Nate tried to spend time and play with his brother Hank or his sister Abby, who were teenagers at the time and had more pressing matters to tend to. Hanging around with their annoying little brother was low on their priority list... Nate didn't understand what was going on, if it was something he did, or if there was something he could do to make things better for his Mom...

After a few months, Mom changed in a big way. Her mood improved almost overnight, and she became much more involved in her children's life; much to the delight of Nate, but much to the chagrin of his teen aged siblings. Sensing Nate needed more attention than the two teens, Gwen and Nate spent a lot of time together, watching movies, doing activities like drawing & making things and other projects. All was well in the world.

A year later, the Herriot's were all at the dinner table when Nate's sister, Abby, was unceremoniously dumped over the phone by her boyfriend. He saw Abby go through the same reactions that his Mom did the previous year.

He looked over to his sister who was silently sobbing into a pillow in the living room. He turned to his Mother and eventually asked "Mom... did Dad make you sad, like that" he pointed to Abby "...when he left?"

Gwen put down her fork and leaned forward with a reassuring, yet steady look "Yes Nate, he did."

He pushed some food across his plate with the edge of his fork. "Is Abby going to get OK, like you?"

Gwen leaned in and looked her son in the eye "I was very sad when your Dad dumped me... But you know what? After a while, I learned that I wasn't going to LET it KEEP me sad. And Abby will learn that too, very soon."

Nate looked back at his Mom, a little relieved. "Is it hard?"

She gave him a big smile "You better believe it. It's a lot of work to get over it... but hey, gotta get through it, right?"

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Those words are what got Nate through so many of the obstacles, while growing up. He was astonished that he couldn't remember them, until now. Perhaps it was because they were sharing coffee this morning, sitting in the same places they were years ago when Gwen gave Nate that advice. He held his mug out toward his Mom.

She grinned and raised her own mug and they clinked ceramic. "To getting through it." They each brought the mugs to their lips and drank down the last of their Yirgacheffe coffee to Gwen's impromptu toast. She put her mug down on the table as her son stood up. "You off to get that box?"

Nate walked over to the stairs. "Yep, the LAST box. It's up in my... well, my OLD room. In the closet" He turned around with a smile, and faced her "I'll just be one second... and I will be OUT of your hair!"

 

[hereiam_1971]

Gwen was taking her last swallow of coffee as Nate headed to the stairs. Calling back to her he had one box left, she almost choked. She had had her boyfriend over the night before, setting up the room. While they hadn’t quite finished it, other things had gotten in the way. Unbeknownst to most of her clients, she occasionally had another audience in the room.

Still, she remembered that they had left most of the toys and props out, and she would be horrified if Nate was to know that she performed on this site. She turned around, and saw her son already heading to the stairs. She jumped up and rushed to the stairs.

“Nate,” she called after him, “Nate, I can get that for you.”

He was already halfway up the stairs, but he stopped and turned. His face had a quizzical expression on it. She bounded up the stairs, her breasts brushing against his chest as she slid past him. “I was planning on repainting your room and felt kind of ambitious last night. The room is a mess, please, go ahead and go back downstairs and I’ll get your box.”

She looked at him, her eyes pleading. Then she turned and continued up the stairs, and entered the bedroom, shutting the door behind her. She had covered the walls with flowing white, blue and yellow drapes. She slid one of the drapes aside to expose the door to the closet. She listened, but it appeared that Nate had actually obeyed her and went back downstairs. Opening the door, she saw the last box, sitting on the floor to the closet. It looked like it was going to be heavy; she saw books and magazines in the open flaps of the cardboard.

Stepping around the box, she knelt to push it into the room. It was heavy, and she knew she was going to need Nate’s help to get it down the stairs; she just had to get it out of the bedroom before she called for him. She grunted as the box finally began to slide across the wooden floor of the closet, and then almost came to a stop as it reached the carpet of the bedroom. Straining, she went to the other side to lift and pull the box onto the carpet.

She pulled the box out of the room, and as she bent over to get another grasp, she saw that Nate was still standing on the stairs, his eyes watching her as she bent over the box of his books. She had cleared the threshold by the time he stood next to her, and she quickly stood up, moving to the other side of the box.

“What are you collecting bricks now?” She asked jokingly, “That box was heavy, how could you have forgotten that one?”

He smiled at her, but she could still read the puzzlement in his eyes. She smiled at him, letting her eyes wander over her son. She hadn’t ever really stopped to look at him, but she saw that he had put on a bit of weight, that she was sure he hadn’t had when he had moved back in with her. Still, he was handsome, and while she wasn’t sure what had brought him back home, she had a pretty good impression that it was a female.

Together they moved the box down the hallway. The task suddenly becoming easier as he pulled and she pushed on the box. When they reached the top of the stairs, she noticed that his gaze was on the cleavage of the blouse she was wearing, his eyes taking in the curves of her breasts, before he glanced up and knew he was caught.

They both seemed to blush at the same time; she knew that she had been checking him out as well. Since her divorce she had been partial to younger men, knowing that they wouldn’t have any long term interest in an older woman, just a short term fling. Her son would have definitely fit the bill, except for that one mitigating factor, he was her son. The thought made her blush deeper, and she saw that he had noticed.

 

[Springwheel_PD]

(OOC: Nate’s train-of-thought for the events in your last post)


“Nate! Nate, I can get that for you.” Gwen called out to her son.

He smirked and turned, about to reply with a smart-alec quip, something about how one more box wouldn’t kill him, but when he turned around he couldn't seem to form the words as his Mom swiftly followed him to the stairs. She bound up the stairs past him. She turned her body to the side so she could squeeze past Nate on the narrow stairway. As she passed him, her big warm breasts briefly pressed against his chest. That brief contact wiped the smart-alec comment from his mind, his heart skipped a beat... and Nate was momentarily breathless.

She stood a few steps above him, her body in a casual, relaxed pose, hands resting on the hand rails... Nate observed that she was simply leaning forward, using the handrails as support (a keen observer would notice that she grasped the handrails to her sides with all of her might, preventing Nate’s progress further up the stairs) Not enough time had gone by however for his conscious mind to process the physical information his brain received in those few seconds. He looked at his mom with a puzzled expression and asked “Uhh, What’s up, Mom?”

She smiled and rolled her eyes “I was planning on repainting your room and felt kind of ambitious last night.“ Nate looked at her... the jeans she was wearing did appear to be an old well-worn pair, which did in fact sport the occasional drop of paint up and down the pant legs. She fixed her gaze on Nate, looking at him pleadingly. “The room is a mess, please, go ahead and go back downstairs and I’ll get your box.” She just smiled sweetly at Nate, who thought about it for a moment. “All, all right. sure...” She smiled, released her grip on the handrails and walked up the stairs to his old room.

He leaned back on the wall and took a moment to catch up. Her painting his old room, that was plausible. Why was he nervous? He tried to relax to allow his mind to catch-up. He ran through a mental checklist ‘Was it because of... Mom’s...’ He froze. .

'I HAD to get that last box ON MY OWN he thought... the memory hit him suddenly. He made a mental note during yesterday’s move to specifically set aside THIS BOX so he could come by and pick it up later by himself, because it was completely full of smut.

Much of the box’s contents could be easily explained, material every red-blooded young man should grow up with. But there was some stuff in there that Nate was sure would lower her opinion of him... the comics included some really raunchy stuff from Japan that he was SURE would shock her... and he thought of the last sexual item he purchased before his sex-filled freshmen year with his mature teacher... a Fleshlight and a big bottle of lube. ‘Why didn’t I throw that damn thing out?!?!’ This last box contained a wealth of masturbatory nostalgia that Nate hadn’t been able to get rid of, and now wished he never owned.

But he soon forced himself to relax; there was a substantial layer of old role-playing guides, notebooks and video game magazines that lay atop the porn. And the box wasn’t over flowing, it could close... and there wasn’t any other box that Mom swap items with, everything would stay in there... He took a breath of relief. Things often aren’t always as bad as they seem.

He heard the door to his room open, and he craned his neck to look. From what he could see from this angle, there was what looked like yellow drop-cloths hanging on a wall. 'Painting' he confirmed, mentally. He caught glimpse of his Mom as she pulled the heavy box across the threshold of his old room. She was bent over the box, grasping and pulling at the heavy cardboard cube. Nate walked up the stairs, eyes lingering on the shapley curves of her denim encased ass and legs. His conscious mind noticed what his subconscious was, and he thought to himself 'STOP THAT...'

Standing next to his Mom, Nate said “Here, I can get that now...” Gwen immediately stood straight up and turned to face her boy. She moved to one the side of the box and stood in-between Nate and the doorway to his old room. She reached for the doorknob and swung the door limiting his view inside, smiled and exclaimed “What, are you collecting bricks now?”

Nate nodded and smiled in acknowledgment of his Mom’s joke “Yeah, well, it’s amazing how heavy a box can get when it gets filled with nothing but books...”

Gwen was sweating a little bit, and fanned herself with her hand. “That box was heavy! How could you have forgotten that one?”

“Well, you saw all the boxes from yesterday...” Nate smiled at his Mom; he hooked his thumbs on his pockets, and subtly sucked his gut in. (He didn’t realize he was doing this... it was an automatic function when he was in the presence of ANY woman, family or not.) “After that last carload, I couldn’t make one more trip...”

Nate nodded and said “Allrighty! Well, thanks for getting that out, Mom. I can get it from here.” As he moved forward to get the box, Gwen, still between Nate and the doorway, immediately took a small step forward, also closing the door completely.

“Sweetie, this thing is way too heavy. I don’t want you pulling anything.” She crouched down and grasped the bottom of the box. “Here you take that side and I’ll take the other, and we’ll both carry this downstairs.”

He could certainly handle the box by himself, but he didn’t want to argue. Nate turned his head to mind the space behind him as he pulled the box to the stairs. He took three steps down and waited a moment for his Mom to get a good grasp of the box so the could carry it downstairs. He turned his head forward, and the first thing his eyes laid on was the tops of his Mom’s breasts, lightly moist with sweat...pressed together, partially hidden two white pieces of cloth...during her earlier struggle with the box a button or two must have come undone... Nate couldn’t control his eyes, or his id, as he ran his eyes ran hungrily over her supple curves... his mind was in a haze for only a second... he snapped out of it when he raised his eyes to meet his Mother’s looking right back at him.

Nate felt heat rise in his face. Mom looked surprised... but was also blushing... He accepted the fact he was really attracted to mature women... but had NEVER thought of his Mother in his way, before. Now she caught him ogling her body... the heat rose in his face. For a moment he didn’t know how to proceed. He swallowed hard and couldn’t seem to form any words. He wanted to apologize... but his brain, tied up with embarrassment, seemed to suspend other cognitive thoughts... He was lost in a loop of indecision and inactivity until he was suddenly VERY aware of the great weight of the box pushing down on him, and to the side... He struggled to speak... “AH! Oh, hey!” Panic soon replaced the embarrassment on Nate’s face. “Mom! Uh, BOX!” he said, oh-so-eloquently.

Mother and Son hobbled down the stairs, both trying to re-acquire a firm grasp of the heavy box...they reached the first floor and walked briskly to the nearby kitchen table... Nate prayed they would get the box onto the nearby kitchen table before one, or both, of them lost control and dropped the box... and the contents... to the floor...

 

[hereiam_1971]

Gwen felt her cheeks still burning, as she struggled to get the box up, matching Nate’s height. He was about six inches taller than she was, and she ended up carrying most of the weight of the box. The struggled to the stairs and it seemed to get easier for her, as Nate gingerly stepped backwards down the stairs.

She could barely see over the top of the box, Only Nate’s brown hair kept her lined up with him as she pretty much guided him down the stairs; he now had the entire box in his arms. A twinge of fear went through her, as she silently prayed her son wouldn’t trip and tumbled down the stairs. Fortunately Nate reached the bottom without incident.

They made it into the kitchen and continued to the breakfast table. With obvious effort, she helped him heft the box up onto the kitchen table, a spiral notebook slipping over the side and falling down onto the table. She watched him pick it up and place it back on top of the boxes contents. She smiled at him as he sat back at the table for a moments rest.

“Another cup of coffee, Nate?” she asked, the carafe already in her hands. She refilled his empty cup, and then poured the last drops of the black liquid into her own. “I’ll help you carry that out here in a moment, I need to get to work.”

They finished their coffee’s quickly; silently, she rinsed out her cup and placed it in the dishwasher; she turned to watch Nate drain his own cup. She felt her heart speed up slightly as he sipped the bitter drink. Knowing that she was thinking improperly, she turned away and started to wash the coffee carafe until she heard the cup clink on the table.

Nate was already rising from the table, and started to lift the box off of the table. Concerned that he was going to hurt himself, she rushed around the table, brushing against it and pushing it against Nates thighs. Before she could react, he fell forward, the box tumbling across the table, and the books and magazines sliding across the table top and onto the floor at her feet.

“Nate,” she cried, “oh my God, honey, are you ok?” He had caught himself with the table, but further pushed the box towards her. She glanced at the publications spread across the table top, the books on the floor seemed to be innocent enough, but the books and magazines that now were half out of the box had some much more obscene images.

She picked up one of the magazines, the cover showing a nude cartoon girl, with her legs spread and some kind of tentacled creature invading both her vagina and her anus. The next one was similar, a demonic looking monster pushing into a blue haired girl on her hands and knees facing forward. Gwen felt her cheeks start to burn, as she saw the other items in the box. A white tubular object with a pink vagina in it and a large bottle of Astroglide, were leaning against the other books in the box.

Still holding the books, she looked up at her son, and saw his humiliation at her discovery of his porn. She quicly averted her eyes, and pushed the box upright. She heard the plastic of the toy bang against the bottle of lube, and she began to place the spilled books and magazines back into the box. He quickly began to help her, the silence ringing throughout the small kitchen.

Gwen continued to scan the titles of the magazines as they put them in. Most were comic books; magna or anime, she wasn’t sure of the terms. They had finished repacking the box, albeit a lot more haphazardly than it had been, and Nate picked the box up and headed out the door. Gwen could tell that he was embarrassed that she had seen the contents of the box, and breathed a sigh of relief that he hadn’t seen the bed room. If he was that uptight about his masturbatory practices, she was sure he would be mortified to know how she spent a lot of her own evenings. And she also wondered what he looked like using the toy in the box, trying to shake the thought from her mind, she headed out the door for work.

 

[Springwheel_PD]

Nate and Gwen had grunted and struggled to get the box to the table, and up on it. As they lifted the box onto the kitchen table a notebook slipped out of the side flap that was open between Nate and his Mom. He instantly went for it, snatched it back up and put it in the box and flipped that portion of the box lid shut. He promptly sat down. One obstacle was cleared... Now he had to face the music, apologize to his Mom for staring at her...

He looked to Gwen, who was just smiling at him. “Another cup of coffee, Nate?” She asked, as she leaned over and filled his cup to the brim. She sat and refilled her own cup, emptying the carafe. ‘Had she even... Did she even notice?’ he thought to himself, as he sat stunned. “I’ll help you carry that out here in a moment, I need to get to work.”

She was acting as if nothing had happened. Not about to refuse a “get out of jail free” card, Nate breathed a sigh of relief. He pushed with his feet, tilting himself back in the chair, stretching his back. He took a long sip of coffee. (unaware, again, that he was sucking in his gut). He watched his mom stand up to turn on the faucet to rinse out her mug. His attention went back to the swirling darkness in his mug. He thought to himself ‘She’s in a pleasant mood, and hasn't brought it up... I think she knows I didn’t mean anything by it... it was sudden... just “BAM! HERE WE ARE! LOOK AT US!” right in my line of sight...’ it occurred to him that the last thing he should be thinking about should be his MOM’S cleavage. He tipped his head back to drain his coffee.

He sat forward and brought all four legs of the chair to the floor. He looked over at his Mom, now rinsing out the carafe. Nate didn’t want another close call like on the stairway. He had moved this box around by himself before, two people moving it was just complicating the matter. He knew he didn’t need help moving it from here to his car. He put the coffee mug on the table, leaned over the box and grabbed it at the bottom center of either side. He straightened his back, lifting the box up with ease.

He didn’t see her at first, but just before he could take a step back from the table, Gwen turned from the sink and lunged toward the box, accidentally hitting the table as she came. the table bumped right into Nate, causing just enough unbalance to make him lean just a little bit forward, but causing the box to tilt even FURTHER forward and...

First fell the D&D books and old notebooks and sketchbooks (at least that’s all Nate could visually confirm tumbling to the floor). “Nate, oh my God, honey, are you ok?” Gwen said aloud, looking right at him. The large box was lying right on it’s side, bottom facing him, open top facing his Mom. Nate tensed up as he heard the contents of the box shift, and heard the sound of paper, slim plastic cases falling against each other, out, and down onto the table. Splayed before his own mother... a decade of embarrassing stroke material.

He saw her slowly pick up a magazine, he knew exactly which one it was by the back cover... as her eyes carefully scanned the cover. Nate closed his eyes, and smiled one of those super-tight-lipped smiles that you only see on the faces of public figures who are exposed in a scandal all over the news. “yeah....” he said, but came out more like a sigh.

He heard the box move upright, and heard what sounded like the Fleshlight clunking against the plastic bottle of lube. “God, tell me she hasn’t seen what’s under those things...' he thought as his eyes flashed open; to see Gwen swiftly putting handfuls of the books back into the box. “I...” Nate started, “See, uh...” he had no idea where to start. He wanted to laugh it off... but he was stunned. All he did was join in, scooping the top layer of porn and the “protective” D&D books and notebooks back into the box.

Nate just focused on getting all the material back into the box, he couldn’t bring himself to look at his Mom. He still felt like laughing for some strange reason. Probably nerves... The box was once again... more or less... packed. He hoisted it up, he felt every muscle flex and rise to the challenge. He glanced at his Mom and boldly said “Well... uhh...” he coughed, and walked right out the door.

He dumped the box in the trunk and slammed it shut. Getting in the car, putting it in reverse, and pulled away from the little brick house on 721 Blossom Court. Once the car was in drive, Nate laughed his head off.

He laughed for nearly 5 minutes. To be sure, he was posatively mortified. But his state of mind was so jumbled, all he could see was the funny side. What can you do after something like that? It was out of his hands, literally. There wasn’t any thing he could have done, once he lost his balance, back there. In a way, he felt relieved. It's not that porn is a major secret for a young man, but a secret revealed is a secret revealed, nonetheless. It was as if a slight burden, one he never noticed was there, was lifted.

When the laughing subsided, Nate rationalized... “She can’t be that surprised, really. Every 19 year old man is bound to have mountains of this stuff.” He was a little embarrassed that she saw some of the weird Japanese stuff from his “Hentai” phase. But he was glad she only saw that stuff. On a deeper level he was glad the Fleshlight hadn’t fallen completely out. He really didn’t want her to see all the MILF magazines that he knew were closer to the bottom of the box.

“That would really have weirded her out” Nate thought to himself. He couldn’t imagine his Mom would be comfortable with the idea of her son getting turned on by ladies her own age. Despite the obvious truth, he didn't want to think about his Mom in a sexual way. He smacked the steering wheel of his car, and forced every image out of his mind, the best he could. That is the past!

As this crazy morning came to a close, Nate realized this was REALLY it. The first day of the new chapter of his life. He had a vague idea as to how this day would play out... but absolutely no idea as to what really lay ahead for him.

 

[hereiam_1971]

Gwen’s lunch was late, the morning had sped by and a sudden influx of customers, had delayed her normal break. As she left the bank, and walked to the small deli, the contents of Nate’s box flashed through her mind. The comic books had been lewd, the acts depicted on the cover almost horrifying, yet strangely erotic. Absentmindedly she glanced at the overhead board, deciding on a Cobb salad.
She had bought a copy of People, and she thumbed through it while she stabbed the pieces of egg and chicken, chewing them thoughtfully. She paged through the articles about the Beckhams, Glee, and focused on an article about a hunky young reality star. She skimmed through the article; read the lists of his girlfriends, his show, and his material possessions. She focused on a picture of him, shirtless on the beach, and she felt a twinge of excitement in her loins.

She contemplated the television stud, thinking about how big he was and how well he could fuck. As she envisioned his erect penis, she thought about the cylinder in Nate’s box, obviously it had to be a toy for men. She glanced up and saw that one of the tellers was watching her, as she practically drooled over the young man’s picture. She quickly finished her salad, stuffed the magazine in her purse, and hurried out the door of the deli and back to the bank.

That afternoon she sat at her desk. The flood of customers that had congested the lobby earlier had ebbed, and she had only the occasional customer, who wanted either information on a loan, or her notary stamp. She clicked through credit reports and background checks; mindless numbing work, and she began to think; first about the kid in the magazine, then somehow Nate popped into her fantasy.

She had seen men masturbate before, her cam to cam business often was a two way scenario, but she had never really concentrated on what her customer was doing. In actually, she had often clicked off of the picture of the man stroking his cock, and instead concentrated her own pleasure. Now she was trying to picture her own son, stroking his cock, and she wondered what he looked like.

Finally, five o’clock came, and she all but rushed out of the bank, barely remembering to turn off her computer and lock her filing cabinet. She parked her car in the driveway and rushed into the kitchen. She powered up her laptop, her toe tapping against the small bar of the stool. She was impatient as the windows logo flashed across the screen, and finally the familiar light blue background came up.

She brought up her web browser and quickly typed in “male sex toys” in the box on the Google screen. The first hit brought up the exact same item she had seen earlier in Nate’s box. Clicking on the picture took her to the Fleshlight website. She bit her lip as she read through the site, watched the videos and she felt herself grow wet as she thought about her son using the device. Resisting the urge to touch herself, she sat the laptop down on the counter, and headed up the stairs to her sons converted bedroom.

She covered her own dark locks with a short blond wig, and slipped on a pair of sunglasses that she had setting on a small table by the door. Shaking the mouse, she quickly logged into her cam site, and directed the camera to the center of the room. Shucking her jacket, and opening her blouse, she quickly stripped to her panties and bra. She noticed that the crotch of her panties was damp, and she kicked her legs back behind her as she lay on the bed.

She watched as the roster filled with possible clients. She rotated on the bed, flashing her panties at the camera, and began to type in the chat window, while she scanned through the comments by the others in the chat room. They ranged from down right filthy to inquisitive, and she continued to type back, random quips trying to draw a paying customer into a private show.

A box popped up on her screen “eZrYdEr104 wishes for a private session”

She smiled; this was one of her regular clients and normally didn’t ask for her to do anything too kinky. She clicked on the ‘Yes’ and raised her ass up off the mattress as she slid her saturated panties down her legs. She sat up, her vagina on display for the web cam, as she typed in “Hi eZ how do u want 2 fuck me this afternoon.”

Her eyes were focused on the screen, where a man’s penis appeared in the small window of the chat window. Normally, she would have minimized the little window, but instead this time she pulled one corner, enlarging the window. She watched the man’s hand appear grasping his cock, and slowly stroking it. Her breath caught as she watched him masturbate, his other hand out of view of the cam, probably typing his request.

“fuk ur cunt” flashed across the screen. She smiled into the camera and laid back her bottom on a pillow as she slid a finger along her slit. She could still see the screen, and watched the man jerk off faster as she opened herself up, and slowly slid her middle finger into her drenched pussy. She saw herself in another window, smiling just over her bare mound.

 

[Springwheel_PD]

Nate's day...

Nate rounded a corner onto Main Ave. He headed toward his apartment, located above a grocery store on a T-Intersection in the heart of Summerfield. During the drive home, he had the radio on with the window down... it helped clear his mind. By the time he got his apartment in sight, pounding the steering wheel to the Pixies; almost gone from his memory was the embarrassing morning scene from this morning. He moved his mind to the rest of the day.

Weeks earlier, when he had first decided to move out and get his life back on track, Nate reconnected with an old friend, Scott, who worked at Best Buy in the mall just outside of town. He helped him get a job... and said that after Nate completed his move, they’d hit the town to celebrate, and to get Nate back into the game. Nate was really looking forward to tonight, having never really been in “the game” in the first place.

Nate had gone from “Dateless nerd” in High School, and somehow fell ass-backwards into a torrid love affair with a senior member of his college’s faculty. He knew how to BE in a relationship very well, but had no knowledge on how to seek out and seduce a woman. In a way, this would mark his first foray.

He pulled into a parking space on the street in front of his apartment. He taped the top of the box shut, and carried to his building’s street-entrance located between the grocery store and bakery/deli. He tensed his body and flexed in order to carry the heavy box. He noticed keen eyes and smiles from more than a few ladies, some from inside the grocery store, and one sitting outside the bakery/deli. He propped the box against the wall near the door, and pressed his body against the box to keep it in place as he fished his keys out of his pocket. After he unlocked the door, the women sitting outside the bakery offered her help and held the door open for him. When he turned around to say “Thanks”, he noticed the woman’s eyes had darted from his butt to look him back in the eyes and mouthed “your welcome.”

He spent the next few hours unpacking and arranging his new place. As he sorted his clothes into a “Keep” and a “donate” pile, all he could think of was the female attention he had gotten outside. He didn’t understand it... He never felt very attractive in High School... in college, Amanda liked him, but also insisted he work out while they were together... but since leaving her he thought he fell too far back into old habits, and put some weight back on. He didn’t do this often, but it was time to really look at himself objectively.

He took his shirt off and looked at himself in the mirror. Nate wasn’t so overweight that he appeared obese... just, stocky. But all Nate saw was the gut and the hair. It started as a small line by his navel, the thicket grew wider as it went up his chest. After really looking, he did notice that muscle he put on was still there. He consciously sucked his gut in... ‘I’ll be damned...’ he thought, he actually looked pretty good!

Now that he knew what the women outside were interested in, he figured he should wear things that night that worked best for him. He had a change of heart and looked through the Tshirts he had put in the “donate” pile. Many of them were tight shirts he wore to please Amanda... he pulled out a tight black shirt which showed off his pectorals and biceps, and helped hold in his gut a bit. Everyone was right, black WAS slimming.

Hours had passed, Nate had used up a lot of his energy getting his packing finished. It was almost 6, he changed into the outfit he had chosen earlier and headed out the door. He wasn’t tired...but he definitely didn’t know if he had the energy to spend a whole night out. He arrived at the bar where he was going to meet up with Scott, and ordered a Coke.

When Scott finally showed up, he had high energy. He brought with him an entourage of two other guys and three girls, all whooping, laughing and having a great time. Nate was happy to hang out and laugh along with them, but he felt like a 5th wheel and tried to find an excuse to leave. He took Scott aside and told him that he was going to go. “This is a little like trying to run the New York Marathon after only a week of light-jogging... you know? I WILL be doing this more often, but right now, I guess I'm not ready for the challenge.”

Scott smiled and socked Nate on the shoulder. “Dude, don’t sweat it. spend a night in. But hey, there’s no reason why the night has to be lonely...” he typed something on his smart phone. “Check your email when you get home, bro.”

Nate arrived back home and fired up his computer, he had one lone email waiting for him. “You are invited to sXe-cam.com!” He clicked the email. Apparently a member named ‘eZrYdEr104’ sent him an invite and a gift of 70 credits. This must be what Scott was talking about... He had never once used a webcam service before. For him, it was either Amanda, or porn.

He activated the promo code and created an account... it took him a while to find a user name that was available. He started typing in anything, nicknames from High School, he tried his gamer login names, characters from films... He was about to give up when he was grasping at straws when he typed in a play on his last name “Herriot” and typed in “Hair_Riot”. Viola! He was now a member of sXecam.com.

He didn’t bother with the profile info, honestly He wasn’t really taken with the idea of sex shows over the web. Still.. it’s a new experience, and he’s got some free credits, so, a night in was what he was going to do.

The main page of sXecam.com was pretty basic: It listed various categories followed by the number of cams that were active within. He Clicked on the “TEEN” category which had the most active cams at the moment, 1,293. He was greeted by a large grid of images of really sexy young women. He familiarized himself with the site, viewing profiles, watching videos (which he later learned would drain his credits as each minute went by...) He didn’t chat at first...until a young girl singled him out by his name:

Cally-fraxxx: Hair Riot? lol, u all hari, or do u liek hari pussi?
Hair_Riot: Well, both I guess. I could be described as hairy, and I’ve been known to enjoy a hairy pussy from time to time...

The young girl laughed and resumed typing...

Cally-fraxxx: lol! ur the best typer I ever saw!
Hair_Riot: that’s the way I roll baby.
Cally-fraxxx: lol! i liek u.... here...

She leaned back and pulled up her shirt showing her cute little breasts... she winked, blew a kiss and pulled the shirt back down and typed some more:

Cally-fraxxx: u can see mor in pvt, bb...cum get all of me!

Now Nate understood the appeal of a cam site... the chatting... the whiff of conversation with the added appeal of teasing and nudity... now his curiosity was officially piqued. It was porn with a personal twist!

He clicked into Cally-fraxxx’s private show, and turned on his cam. “As long as I can see them, it’s only fair they can see me...” but he was a little shy about showing his face. He tilted his laptop screen to an angle where she could see his chin and mouth, and his chest and the top of his jeans. She told him to relax and enjoy the show... She stripped... gyrated, smacked he ass... and she was sexy, sure, but it wasn’t that interesting of a show. Cally-fraxxx was able to give Nate a healthy chubby... but nothing quite so hard to warrant jerking off...

He thanked her for the show, and upon leaving her private room he left the “TEEN” section and clicked over to the “MILF” section, with the feeling that a mature lady would know a thing or two more than a barely legal coed. He was greeted with another grid filled with the MILF performers’ huge boobs and smiling faces... “who to choose?” he said to himself.

 

[hereiam_1971]

Gwen watch as eZrYdEr104’s screen closed, she hadn’t seen him cum, but either he had found some other source of pleasure or he’d run out of credits. Or even maybe his wife had wandered into the room; the thought made her laugh as she moved to the closet to find a different outfit. She felt a little disappointed, for some reason her mind was preoccupied by watching a guy cum, and eZrYdEr104 had definitely not satisfied that itch. Opening her closet, she glanced at the screen and saw she had about six names in her chat window, two paying customers and four lurkers.

Just as a lot of men liked the schoolgirl uniform, she had found that a fantasy among men was the school teacher. She removed her wig, and replaced it with a honey blond wig, complete with a ponytail. She slid on a white long-sleeved half shirt, her belly exposed, the silver of her belly ring flashing. She added a green and red plaid skirt, which barely covered her bottom, a pair of red boy shorts peeking from under the hem. A matching jacket and a cravat completed the outfit. And as she slid back to her computer, she put on a pair of dark glasses, completing her disguise.

This was her most popular persona, though closely followed by the “boss” out fit. A tingle ran down her spine, she loved dressing up and knowing that she was the center of men’s fantasies. She jockeyed the mouse, and with a click of the button, she was again available for chat. Her window filled up with even more names. And with a flash of her red panties, she slid to the edge of the bed to type.

“Hello Boys”

 

[Springwheel_PD]

Nate may have been lukewarm on the idea of jerking off to a web performer at the start of his session... but now that he had a taste and saw the huge variety of curvy women just one mouse click away...his dick was straining against the confines of his jeans.

Nate scanned the hundreds of women currently active in the Mature section. He didn’t know where to begin, so many of them fit his tastes. At the top of the screen there was a search and filter function. He clicked “brown hair” and the total number of models almost halved. He noticed many of the preview images still showed a variety of hair colors among the new results. He figured that the models must do their hair often `thus rendering the “hair color” on their profile irrelevant. He should choose more viable filter options...

Without really consciously thinking about it, he clicked preferences on Autopilot. In some categories he selected more than one option...

Age: 35+
Build: Average, Athletic
Breast Size: big, huge
Hair (he left “brown” checked)
Hair length: short
Routines: “Dildo” “Fingering” “Live Orgasm” and “Striptease”

This had reduced the list of live models down considerably, but there was still too many to choose from. He added “Roleplay” to the filter list and the list went from 90 women down to 30. A much easier amount to choose from, he thought.

His mouse hovered over page one... the girls were listed in Alphabetical order. he saw a drop-menu which allowed you to sort the performers in other ways, he chose to see who was the most popular. the list shuffled itself, and sorted the performers into order of popularity. Right at the top of the heap was the screename “MYLF_Phantasy”, the still image used as her avatar showed a voluptuous woman from the waist up, dressed in a white work-shirt, unbuttoned, but covering up her magnificent large, round breasts. she wore some necklace that led up to her neck... he could only see her jaw and her lips... her head was turned to the side and the picture was cropped just above her lips. Which didn’t MAtter to NAte... his dick was straining at the sight. He clicked the image, and the browser opened up her Free Chatroom.

A large split screen filled hid browser. On the right side, a fast-moving scrolling chat room, really too fast for Nate to really make heads-or-tails of. On the left... Nate paused. the woman looked like a sexed-up porno-parody version of Amanda... his ex-lover, his ex-teacher. The Architect of his recent decline. Dressed in a tiny plaid skirt, white half-shirt and a smart suit jacket, she sat at the edge of her bed with her legs wide open. She was stroking her red panty-lined crotch with one hand, and typing with her free hand. Long honey-blonde hair fell across her shoulders... tied in a ponytail. She wore large-yet-stylish sunglasses, and smirked seductively at the camera, as if testing him.

For a moment, he considered leaving the room. But the fire in his gut told him otherwise... and his dick strained in his pants, urging him to proceed. This could be a way to exorcize some personal demons. Talk to her.

The Chatroom was a flurry of comments... She was actively chatting with the other members, some of which were trying to get her to flash for free, others trying to suss out information or promises... every once in a while he’d see a “MYLF_Phantasy: ” name fly by, and a comment from her...

MYLF_Phantasy: only in pvt, bb...
MYLF_Phantasy: LOL, I wish...sTar_chylde...
MYLF_Phantasy: GTFO, Guest82, rude...
MYLF_Phantasy: Mmm, I like that, YoungRod... wanna go pvt?

He stopped looking at the chatroom and started typing. He had to join in and get her attention. He had just finished typing out and hitting enter with

Hair_Riot: Hey Professor...I’ve got a bone to pick with you....

When her image vanished from the screen, replaced with the words “MYLF_Phantasy is currently in Private Chat”

"Dammit!" Nate said as his fist came down on the table his computer was on. He wasn't fast enough. His dick strained in agony. Nate made up his mind: He was not going to let the night end until his dick sprayed his relief, with this woman. He kept the browser window open... waiting for her to come out of private mode. He waited a while...

 

[hereiam_1971]

Gwen smiled as she saw YoungRod’s user name pop up on her side of the program. She knew this guy would be a quick show. She watched as his face appeared, a pimply eighteen to twenty year old, who, from the looks of the room he was seated in, still lived in his parent’s basement. Still he was generous with his credits, and she knew how to tease him along.

YoungRod: hey mylfphantasy, how r u 2day

Inwardly, she winced at the typing, but she flashed a smile towards the camera, adjusting her body so that she was lying parallel with it. Reaching to the keyboard she typed back. In her annoyance, she decided to try to cut her time with YoungRod short.

MYLFPHANTASY: Good, and you?

YoungRod: gud hay can I c ur pussy

MYLFPHANTASY: Sure thing big boy, do you just want me to flash it to you, or should I dance a bit.

Gwen knew that he generally went right for the flash; his sense of eroticism was nothing more than a view of her sex.

YoungRod: jus sow me ur pussy

Gwen swiveled on the bed, away from the keyboard. She slid raised her knees up, and raised her skirt, showing him her panty covered quim. She saw him reach forward, typing furiously on the keyboard. She had a pretty good idea what he was going to say next. And seconds later, sure enough, up popped.

YoungRod: pull ur pantys to teh side.

She continued to raise her ass up off the bed, the gusset of her small black panties pressing towards the little eye on top of her computer. She ran a finger down the center, letting her fluids further darken the cotton, then she slid a finger to the side and slid the gusset to the right just a bit, exposing the left labia and a flash of her slit. Looking towards the screen she saw him type some more.

YoungRod: moar pls, & move closer I cant c u

She slid the rest of the small patch of cloth to the side, exposing her vagina for the man’s amusement. She saw his hand slide away from his keyboard, presumably to his crotch. Pushing her hips down, she opened her legs wider for the camera, and watched as YoungRod manipulated something below his camera’s view, his second hand joining the first.

Again she ran a finger down her crotch, this time however, allowing the finger to press her lips aside, exposing the wet pink of her pussy. She slid the finger up, rubbing it in a little circle at the apex of her slit, exposing her clitoris. Finding the nub, she slowly caressed it, her other hand’s fingers slowly pulling open her lips, exposing herself even more for the camera.

Her client was also beginning to get into the action; she saw his hand appear back at the keyboard. He seemed to struggle a bit has he tried to type one handed, the misspellings becoming more pronounced. She sighed inwardly, but continued to monitor the chat screen.

YoungRod: no paties

Quickly followed by.

Youngrod: on neex=s

Deciphering the gibberish, she stood her crotch strategically set directly in front of the camera. Slowly, she raised the skirt, and hooked the straps of the panties with each thumb. She slid them down, the skirt covering her back up almost instantly. A line in the chat window instantly appeared.
YoungRod: Gud


When her panties were at her knees, she raised the skirt back up, Her trimmed pubic mound almost directly in line with the camera. She looked down, and spread her lips with both hands, letting him see her from an almost straight on view.

YoungRod: on Kneez

She slowly turned away from the camera, and knelt on the bed, on all fours. She reached back and pulled up her skirt, exposing her backside to the camera. She saw YoungRod was visibly excited, his face turning red and his off screen hand obviously fondling himself. He started to type again.

YoungRod: wanna c dick

Knowing that every moment he staying on was more credits going to her account, she looked over her shoulder and into the camera, her head nodding in affirmation. As much as the first one interested her, she honestly had no real interest in seeing YoungRods phallus. She watched as the camera tilted down, then fell off the computer. Again she saw a flash of a bedroom; an unmade bed and clothing strung on the floor.

The screen went dark for a minute, as the camera was picked up and placed, not back on the monitor, but in the hand of the young man. The image was blurry, mostly a view of his hand grasping, the purple head of his cock protruding. She leaned forward, and slowly pressed her own fingers into her pussy; it was not as wet now as it had been, as she mechanically fingered herself.

She was thankful he didn’t have a mic, or at least didn’t turn it on, because she could just imagine his voice, high pitched and making some awful moaning sounds. She cautioned a glance at the screen again, just as YoungRod began ejaculating, his cum rocketing from the slit on the tip of his cock. Instead of the feeling of enjoyment she had from eZrYdEr104, she now felt unfulfilled; a lot of times she didn’t orgasm, however she knew this time she really didn’t even try.

As the screen closed, Gwen climbed off the bed, pulling the panties off of herself. She rummaged through a chest, hidden from view from the bed, and found herself another pair. She slid them up her body, and took a drink from a bottle of water stashed by the computer. Absently scanning through the list of names, she saw mostly guests, only a few were paying customers. She clicked on the music on her pc, and again clicked into the public chat.

 

[Springwheel_PD]

Having lost the visual of MYLF_Phantasy just as he decided to join the conversation ignited surprise, frustration and excitement inside Nate. Moments ago he was mildly curious about this site... now it held an iron-grip on his attention.

Immediately following her disappearance into someone else’s private show... He added MYLF_Fantasy to his “favorite” list. He clicked off of her page and just went to his “favorite” menu. This screen was similar to the search result and filter screens... but it only contained the models that he selected. The only two models on his “Favorites” list was “Cally_Fraxxx” (he didn’t really enjoy her show, but she was cute, nice and she also sent Nate a cute “thank you” message following their show) and “MYLF_Phantasy”. He looked at the alluring photo she used for an avatar... And under it text which read “Private session”. He stared at the photo for a moment, and he moved the cursor to the “Refresh” button. the screen reloaded... and MYLF_Phantasy’s status was still “Private”.

Nate fired up iTunes and pressed play. It all started with a track from a soundtrack of some sword-and-sorcery game, or film... The great horns and mighty drum beat fired Nate up... steeling his resolve... he waited.

He found himself rubbing his fingers up and down his cock, massaging it thru his jeans... He was anxious for her to become available for another session... the temptation to unzip and begin jerking off was there, but he wanted to make sure he could enjoy this time and make this last. He had... he checked his credit tally... he figured he could go for 30 or maybe 40 minutes until he ran out. He clicked “refresh...” MYLF_Phantasy was still in the private chat.

He thought back to his session with the teen performer Cally-fraxxx. He noticed that the lighting was strange on his end... The lightbulb from the lamp behind his bed sort of washed out the details of his video feed. He figured it would look better if the lamp was behind the computer instead... Also, he could stand to have a few more pillows to sit or lean back a bit more comfortably. He hit “refresh” on his favorite page one more time... and her status came up again as “Private”. He tore his attention away from the screen and began to move the lamp and get some more pillows from the boxes he had yet to unpack.

After preparing his new setup, he opened up a cam-utility to check out what his feed would look like. The light of the lamp, now behind the laptop, lit him and his bedding just right. Pillows were lined up behind his back, allowing him to sit, partially lying down on his side. He placed his weight on his elbow... if he had to sit like this for extended amounts of time his arm and back might start hurting... but he figured he should be fine for a half-hour... besides, sitting/lying like this was able to utilize more of the space on his video feed. His head was partially cropped out... only showing his mouth and chin, it showed his entire torso his pelvis and the top of his legs. He was still clothed in his black T-Shirt and Jeans. Another benefit to this arrangement was since he was leaning back, it accentuated the parts of his body that still looked fit... and hid, to a degree, his belly and love-handles. it was more of a recline than an upright sitting position. Satisfied with the layout, he closed the webcam utility window and went back to his browser and clicked “refresh”.

MYLF_Phantasy’s status had changed to “Free Chat.” For a moment, Nate’s nerves tensed up. The next track on iTunes changed to an energy-infused punk song, and the fire in Nate’s gut shook off the nervousness. He clicked into her Chat room.

The familiar split-screen reappeared on the screen. The chatroom so awash with the buzzing “guests” and a couple other members chiming in. MYLF was back... she appeared in the box to the side of the chatroom... sitting on the edge of her bed... one hand poised near her keyboard, the other hand lazily tracing a line with her fingers from down by her belly ring up between her huge breasts.

MYLF_Phantasy: Hello boys...

Nate’s cock strained even harder and his heart beat persistently. “God, she is so fucking hot...” His hands shook ever so slightly as he typed

Hair_Riot: Hello yourself, teach... been waiting after ass for a while... what took you so long?

He hit enter a split second after he noticed he typed “ass” instead of “class” and immediately typed

Hair_Riot: CLASS, that is...

“Shit” Nate thought “real smooth, typo on my first opener.” Nate’s comments zipped up the screen... he wondered if she saw them, what with how fast the chat room was going by.

He watched her on the screen as both of her hands went to the keyboard, about to type...

 

[hereiam_1971]

Gwen swallowed hard at the amount of traffic on her board. Granted the majority were guests, probably men trying to get a cheap thrill. Among the countless Guest names, were scattered a few who had actual screen names. She saw RocHard89, Stokum, MF4Fun, and oh, here was a new one, Hair_Riot. Images of the old 80s band Flock of Seagulls flashed through her mind, but she highly doubted that was who was on the other end.

She skimmed through the shorthand that flashed across her screen, ignoring the childish remarks, and the calls for a free flash. She read through a couple of the more legible responses, enjoying the flattering remarks, and passing over the rude ones. Some of it was cute though, and she responded here and there.

RocHard: Hey pretty mama

Guest189: pls show tits pls

MYLF_Phantasy: Sorry guest, get an account and come back and see me.

MYLF_Phantasy: Hey Roc, you living up to your name today?

RocHard: Always

Hair_Riot: Hello yourself, teach... been waiting after ass for a while... what took you so long?

MYLF_Phantasy: MMM why don’t you come on into my private area and let me see that bad boy?

Guest595: www,bigbootiemamafuck,co

MYLF_Phantasy: Hey Hair

RocHard: mmm what tell me what you’ll do to get it ROCHARD

Hair_Riot: CLASS, that is...

‘Hmm,’ she thought, ‘this was interesting.’ She especially liked guys who were intelligible; the leet speakers drove her nuts. It seemed that the ones who actually made a conscious effort to send comments were much more fun, not just the usual flash and jack that so many of her clients enjoyed.

MYLF_Phantasy: Hey Guest595 – peddle your keylogger on someone elses chat site.

MYLF_Phantasy: mmm sorry Hair, had to keep a bad boy after class, he had to pound more than erasers.

MYLF-Phantasy: well Roc – I could keep you after class

Guest189: pls show tits pls

Gwen liked the banter; some of these guys were such teases, of course some were just straight out assholes as well. She giggled a bit at RocHards screen name, while he was fun; he was not as well endowed as he liked to believe. But he was a big spender, and he loved directing her. She found that s much as a turn on as anything else. The idea of having a total stranger instructing her to be nasty, with herself, sent a shiver down her spine.

 

[Springwheel_PD]

MYLF_Phantasy: Hey Roc, you living up to your name today?
RocHard: Always
Hair_Riot: Hello yourself, teach... been waiting after ass for a while... what took you so long?
MYLF_Phantasy: MMM why don’t you come on into my private area and let me see that bad boy?
Guest595: www,bigbootiemamafuck,co
MYLF_Phantasy: Hey Hair
RocHard: mmm what tell me what you’ll do to get it ROCHARD
Hair_Riot: CLASS, that is...
MYLF_Phantasy: Hey Guest595 – peddle your keylogger on someone elses chat site.
MYLF_Phantasy: mmm sorry Hair, had to keep a bad boy after class, he had to pound more than erasers.
MYLF_Phantasy: well Roc – I could keep you after class
Guest189: pls show tits pls

He almost missed her replies to “Hair” as the chat room lines moved swiftly up the window. But she was replying, he was on her radar! His moment of victory was short lived... his hands were poised over the keyboard... but his brain was clear of witty rejoinders. The id of his brain seemed to be beating the clever hard working ego into submission... MYLFs breasts gave tiny subtle little bounces as her hands tapped the keys of her keyboard. Nate massaged his tightening jeans over his cock as he said to himself... “C’mon brain... don’t fail me now...”

Nate hated fast-moving chat rooms... things often moved way to quickly, and he was a careful typist. If he was distracted or typed too quickly, his words turned into an intelligible mess. compounded with a momentary loss of brain function and the hypnosis that many men fall into when astonishing cleavage is on display, he was swiftly on his way to being a lurker...

He seemed to have a plan all worked out, in the beginning... speak to her like he would have spoken to Amanda... be aggressive, be assertive, take control, work out these demons... She does Roleplay, but he wasn’t used to how fast things appeared to be in the chatroom...

RocHard: Oh yea? and then what? : )
Guest595: hay guys I just saw this site and it changed my life! click now...
Guest62: pussy
Guest 89: spambot die!
MYLF_Phantasy: We could go over your last homework assignment...
Lenovax: amo su cuerpo....Quiero amarle
Guest 65: 18 y/o M, luv moms, how old u bb
RocHard: I do need help on that one...
MYLF_Phantasy: You need my special tutoring?
Guest231: rocdumass lol
RocHard: yes, the homework was... ROCHARD!
MYLF_Phantasy: haha, OK, well you know where my classroom is...

Shit, if he didn’t act, he would probably be waiting around for even longer... without any hesitation, Nate moved his mouse over the button that read “Join this performer in her private room” and clicked.

the screen instantly changed... The image of MYLF_Phantasy filled the box on one half of the screen, gone was the buzzing speeding chatroom. MYLF smiled, looked to the camera, and gave a breif golf-clap, then blew a kiss to the camera.

Hair_Riot: Sorry... I didn’t know what to say, but I diint watn to miss your shwoa gain so i josined up quickeley...

Nate hit enter and inwardly cursed. He began to type out “Diint=Didn’t” and “shwoa gain=show again.”

"How the hell did I get all those "E"s in "quickly?" he said to himself, not having had yet realized that his half of the screen was still blank, save for a little dialog window which read “May sxe-cam.com have permission to access your camera? Enjoy steamy cam-2-cam chat with MYLF_Fantasy!” And two small boxes: “Accept” and “Deny”. He was already relax a great deal. He was just relieved he had the timing to get the private chat before someone else beat him to it. Nate was busy typing up the corrections to his typos.

 

[hereiam_1971]

Gwen smiled when she saw Hair_Riot wishes to join private chat. She hadn’t seen him before, and the idea of someone new sent a tingle through her body. She looked directly at the camera and blew him a kiss, an invitation. Almost instantly, his message came across her screen.

Hair_Riot: Sorry... I didn’t know what to say, but I diint watn to miss your shwoa gain so i josined up quickeley...

Gwen frowned slightly, but attributed his mistakes to being rushed, all of his previous postings had been well written. She glanced over to see if he had activated his own camera, and was a bit disheartened to see that his side of the webcam was still a dark screen. She rolled lazily over to type into the chatbox.

MYLF_Phantasy: Welcome to my classroom Hair, what subject would you like me to teach you about today.

She slid up on her elbows, and glancing at the screen with her image in it, saw that she had strategically oriented herself, so that he could see down her cleavage, the tight white shirt holding her breasts firmly together. Continuing, she quickly pecked at the keyboard.

MYLF_Phantasy: Would you like me to teach you about … oral.

Leaning over, she took a realistic looking dildo from out of sight of the camera, and slowly ran her tongue around the rubber head of the toy, letting it glisten in the lights position over the bed. Holding the toy to her mouth she again reached down to type with one hand.

MYLF_Phantasy: or maybe you would like for me to teach you about vaginal, have me slide this into my hot wet pussy.

Her tongue flicked out, across the head of the artificial cock, as she stared directly into the camera. She hoped he would turn on his camera, hoped that she would be able to see exactly how turned on he was by her actions. Pausing, she continued to lick around the toy, then slowly took the head between her lips, sucking in her cheeks as her eyes fixated on the little window of the camera on top of her computer.

 

[Springwheel_PD]

Leaning/lying on his side the way he was... it was not easy to type accurately or quickly...he focused on his keyboard and the chat-section of the screen, fixing the atrocious spelling in his last comment... not realizing he really SHOULD have his attention up at the screen...

MYLF_Phantasy: Welcome to my classroom Hair, what subject would you like me to teach you about today.
MYLF_Phantasy: Would you like me to teach you about … oral.
MYLF_Phantasy: or maybe you would like for me to teach you about vaginal, have me slide this into my hot wet pussy.
Hair_Riot: Sorry.... Diint=Didn’t; shwoa gain=show again; josined= joined; quickeley=quickly

He lost his smile... realized she had already typed out three messages in the chat-window, and for a split second, registered the fact that his camera wasn’t on... as he moved the cursor to the “accept” button, to turn it on, he was annoyed that the site didn’t automatically keep it on following his last cam-session with the teen model... he was about to click “accept” when he saw MYLF’s side of the screen.

She had already assumed a the most smoldering pose... sitting close to the computer... he looked over the top of her breasts, lightly glistening with perspiration... pressed together creating cavernous cleavage into her white shirt. His eyes lingered on her uncanny valley and curves... his mind was in a haze as he watched her run her tongue all over the life-like dildo... She looked directly into the camera eye.

Now, she was wearing sunglasses... he could not see the details of her eyes, but they were not completely black shades, so he could tell her eyes were open... and looking directly into the camera. Essentially, looking directly at him. She sort of just subtly moved in place... a subtle sway... no doubt waiting for him to type or say something further... rubber cock dangling in from off-camera... her occasionally licking the tip... staring (at him) right in the camera...

“Fffuuuck...” Nate groaned. One hand was squeezing his cock through his jeans... it was straining against the denim... He clicked the “accept” button and his side of the screen came to life. his body was on display... black tshirt, jeans, cock hidden, but clearly bulging, straining the seams of his jeans. The only part of his face that was visible was his chin, and just a part of his mouth, clearly agape and breathing hard.

He managed to accurately type...

Hair_Riot: apparently I need spelling or typing lessons...

(and followed with a)

Hair_Riot: God DAMN. :0

After typing that he squeezed his cock, almost as a punctuation for his statement.

 

[hereiam_1971]

Hair_Riot: Sorry.... Diint=Didn’t; shwoa gain=show again; josined= joined; quickeley=quickly

Gwen watched the screen as Hair_Riot furiously decoded his post. She smiled as he fixed his errors, and continued to absentmindedly run her tongue around the head of the plastic cock she held in her hand. Her eyes were still scanning his webcam window, hoping that he was one of those who didn’t mind reciprocating.
Then the screen came to life. The camera was shaky as Hair_Riot positioned the camera. She smiled at the bulge which was evident in his jeans. ‘Oh my,’ she thought excitedly, as she sucked in on the tip of the artificial cock. She couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for her.

Hair_Riot: apparently I need spelling or typing lessons...
She began to respond, holding the dildo in her mouth as she let both of her hands dance across the keyboard. She had almost finished her post when he was back on.

Hair_Riot: God DAMN. :0

She was taken aback for just a moment, until she realized that he must be referring to her performance. She saw he was kneading himself through the denim, and she smiled, trying to come up with a witty response. She finished her line of text, still sucking on the dildo.

MYLF_Phantasy: oh – spelling is it, well I know a word that begins with c – and it appears that yours might just be yummy.

She felt herself begin to grow excited; this one could be the highlight of her night. She hoped he had enough credits for her to reach an orgasm. She had better slow him down a bit though, before he finished his side of the chat. She let the phallus drop out of her mouth and she beamed a smile to him and continued typing.

MYLF_Phantasy: MMM an excited boy tonight aren’t we Hair. Slow down baby, I’m here to fill YOUR phantasy, what would you like me to do?

She hated the misspell, but it tied in with her screen name. The idea of having a guy tell her what his naughtiest desires were, then masturbate whiles she performed them for him kept her on edge. While the ones who she truly liked performing for were few and far between, she was always ready to find them. ‘And,’ she mused, ‘Hair_Riot sends me some super naughty vibes.’

 

[Springwheel_PD]

MYLF_Phantasy: oh – spelling is it, well I know a word that begins with c – and it appears that yours might just be yummy.

For a few moments Nate was at a loss for words. This incredibly sexy woman was writhing around, playing around with the dildo... breasts shifting and jiggling, just oozing sexuality. Nate’s cock was harder than it had been in months. He had to reign it in and keep his cool or else he’d pop too soon, and he didn’t want to end this show anytime soon...

And she appeared to be on the same page... he soon read

MYLF_Phantasy: MMM an excited boy tonight aren’t we Hair. Slow down baby, I’m here to fill YOUR phantasy, what would you like me to do?

With this woman being such a scorching sexual beast, he just wanted to bask in her heat... He really had to pull it together to think of a response. This was not passive porn watching, this was interactive!

Hair_Riot: You are so damn sultry... God I want to hold you & feel you myself, feel your tits, run my hands on your skin... but in lieu of holding, I’d like to see you, all of you.

he hit enter, and then remembered...

Hair_Riot: And maybe eventually get to see a different “C” word, if you pardon the vulgar use of the word...

His cock was not nearly as “ready to burst” as it was moments ago, thanks to the neglect it was dealt as Nate had to think of a response and type it out. His eyes were fixated on MYLF_Phantasy’s side of the screen... he had not realized that after his typing his T-shirt rode up a little bit, exposing his chest. Dark hair trailed down his navel, in a line that ran below his belt, pointing right to his dick, which he resumed kneading thru his jeans.