Naked mom chat
This is a work of fiction, all characters are imaginary and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. I was pretty much computer illiterate until my son taught me and now I don't know how I ever got along without it. I joined one of the major chat sites and it was as if the whole word opened up for me. My husband and I divorced many years ago and he left the area and we lost touch with him, which is no loss for me, but has been hard on our son, John. Donna: WHY DON'T WE BOTH BE NAUGHTY MOTHERS, SWEETIE! When I walked into my house that afternoon, I was worn out.
All these interesting people out there to meet and talk with -- I quickly became hooked on chat and eventually it would change my life forever -- but I'm getting ahead of my story. He missed having a father dearly, but I did the best I could to be a mother and a father to my son and I think he's turned out okay. Who knew that being naughty could be such hard work?
The crotch of my panties was absolutely soaked and I was sure that if I looked down, the light blue of the material would be completely dark with my juices.
I so wanted to touch myself, but I think I would have had an orgasm on the spot.
Me: LOL, OH YES AND ALWAYS PEEKING AT ME WHEN I WAS OUT IN THE BACKYARD, SUNBATHING! He seemed a little flustered as I moved away and without looking back, I could feel his eyes crawling over my body.
I was absolutely dripping wet -- my cunt cream literally pouring out of me.
We live in a nice, but small house in a rural area of Indiana. I shed the skirt I had worn and started to unbutton my blouse, but stopped halfway when I glanced in the mirror.
I have never owned a webcam nor do I have time to chat (when would I have time to write? I will be interested to get your feedback, not only about the story, but about how I structured the story as well. " Donna: I DON'T KNOW -- MAYBE WE SHOULD BOTH FIND A WAY TO TEASE THE BOYS BETWEEN NOW AND TOMORROW NIGHT AND WE'LL TELL EACH OTHER WHAT WE DID. I saw my son off to school, driving away in his second hand beater of a car and then racing off to work myself.
And yes, somewhere down the line, there will be a more conventional sequel. I mean, you have all this access to all kinds of information and entertainment and so many ways to communicate with people. I was preoccupied with the problem all day and kept screwing up flower orders and having to redo them.
The best friend I ever made online is a woman named Donna from California. I wear my blonde hair long with just a hint of curls and I have blue eyes.
Like me, she is divorced and raising a son who was the same age as John. THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS I GUESS WHEN YOU'RE AROUND A GOOD LOOKING YOUNG MAN ALL THE TIME! After the last bathroom incident, John had fled to his room, no doubt to masturbate, and I had done the same. I know my son loves to peek at me and who could blame him, I thought to myself. I took off my blouse and undid my bra, admiring my still relatively firm breasts, cupping them as I looked at myself in the mirror, my large button nipples getting hard as I brushed them with my fingers.In our first conversation, we both laughed over and over as we kept replying to each other's responses, "Me too! I shivered as I considered her question and was faced with the realization that I was about to confess to something that would be considered terrible by most people. Donna: CARMEN, HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDERED TEASING HIM? I remembered lying on my bed, knees drawn up and spread wide as I finger fucked myself as I dreamed of parading around in front of my son in all sort of nasty ways. I shed my plain cotton panties and slipped on thong panties, turning to admire my firm tush and giving my butt a little shake as I looked at my bare cheeks.