I was confused; I didn't know that I had a profile page in PIE chat!

I could tell from the message exchange that I wasn't talking to Simon pretending to be someone else, there is almost an electronic handwriting that comes across in the way things are written, not just the spelling or the way things are said but the way things are emphasised, I was starting to cool down when I got the next message from 'DaddyDoesDau'

Part of me wanted to close down and walk away but I had done that with Simon several times, fortunately it never seemed to make Simon mad at all but I got the feeling that most men wouldn't be so forgiving. I right clicked on my name, the profile was very much what I would have expected to see, spaces for name, age, location, marital status and somewhere to list any children plus a likes and dislikes section, there was also an edit button to make changes to my own details, which was totally empty. I closed it down and there was another message from 'DaddyDoesDau', just a simple '?' I right clicked on 'DaddyDoesDau's name, the same stuff, his was all filled in though, including his daughters name and age, size, hair colour, eye colour etc. Then there was a button that said information at the bottom of the profile. I selected that and there were short, blog like, messages about chats that people had with Peter and even meetings that had taken place with Peter and his daughter.

I decided not to add a comment of my own but needed to think of a way I could see what Simon had written about me in my 'information' section. I had to write something to 'DaddyDoesDau' as he had sent the question mark again, in my haste I just blurted out all about the painting that William had done of me, and then the park incident and finally the toy room.

Peter pointed out that my own address was already posted in my information section; he even typed my home phone number into the message so that I would know exactly that he was telling the truth.

Pete actually listed each of the stories that Simon had linked me too, even the one I had missed earlier so I jumped on it and copied the link before the message went away again.

So I sent Peter one final message before I closed PIE chat down. "Well, Pete, thanks for the chat but I was looking forward to a little read while William was having his afternoon nap, we'll have to chat again soon!" Pete responded before I got the chance to close the room down. "Wait, what about Sue's address? Please, I did after all find the next story link you were looking for, isn't that worth a little gift?" I thought about it for a minute, I didn't owe Sue anything, so I sent, "I don't know her phone number is her address OK?" To which he replied, "That would be perfect!" I didn't really owe Pete anything either, I could just close down the room and tell him nothing, then I realised that he had my home phone number, so I told him Sue's address before I closed down the window.

I checked that William was still sleeping, then I got myself comfortable and opened the next story. The stories that Simon had been linking me too had children that were getting younger while the men having sex with them was getting older, this story however was a step change though, it had a twelve year old boy and his forty year old mother, the sex was extremely descriptive and detailed, I should have found it very tacky but I didn't. I realised that most of the stories published in places like ASSTR were written for a mainly male reader but the wetness on my middle and index fingers were a perfect litmus test as to just how much I was enjoying the story.

I had been working extremely hard on my own pleasure for over an hour; just as the story ended and I was reaching for the towel to dry myself off there was a clatter from above as William's skateboard fell to the floor. I didn't mind one bit though, I had just finished off with a massive orgasm after an hour of countless smaller climaxes. The trigger for the massive orgasm was the final paragraph of the story, the boy's father walked in on mother and son as they were fucking and instead of him exploding, all he did was sit there and put his hand on his son's bottom as the boy fucked his mother, I, on the other hand did explode.

The seat I was sitting on was soaking wet with my lubrication which had flowed like a river out of my body. I lifted up and pushed the towel under my bottom and sat down again. I didn't bother closing the story down, it didn't matter it being on the screen as William couldn't read. I gave him some milk and a few cookies and he sat at the table, opposite me and ate his cookies. I opened www.PIE.com and signed in as a new user, I called myself 'NorthantsMum', because I was joining the chat room from 'outside' I had to fill in my profile before I was allowed into the room. I just made up a load of rubbish to put in the profile, I, after all, only planned to use it once.

I ignored the chat room, even though my appearance set the room on fire and I had to cancel fifteen private requests to chat and countless whispered messages. I found the members page and looked for my original ID, the main profile biography was, as I expected, empty, the information page was, well, let's say it made interesting reading. Simon had put a note on my information that he was going to introduce me to the joys of the PIE world and that it would help if his fellow chatters left me alone for a few weeks. Pete had been right, Simon had posted full details of my address, phone number and email details, also a full list of my family including photographs of all five of us.

The picture of James, my husband had a note attached that 'Probably wouldn't understand the principals of PIE membership'. I was once again confused as to where Simon had got the photographs of my family from, I recognised that they could have been cropped down from photographs that I had on my hard drive. James's father often took pictures of our family and emailed them to me so the hard drive had a lot of family pictures on it. I spotted a little 'I' on Amy's picture, I pressed that and it opened another info page, once again the address details were correct, a note that there was no private or mobile phone number for Amy.

Amy's info page said that she had been curious about boys and men for five years, it also said that she had limited experience with her brother and sister and Robin, there was a link to Robin's own information page, Robin lived across the road and was two years older than Amy. I felt something touch my kneed under the table. I leaned back a little, William was kneeling on the floor in front of me, he was holding the hem of my dress up and was trying to look up, under the material.

I placed my hand on top of my dress and pushed it down between my legs, "You shouldn't be trying to kook up there you naughty boy. What do you and your sisters get up too that's naughty?" "Amy told me never to tell you or daddy!" "So, what do you want from me, to tell me what you guys get up too?" William just nodded his head towards my dress which he was still trying to lift up; I got the picture and put both of my hands on the table again.

William lifted and flicked the hem back of my dress just far enough to reveal the start of ginger hairs, "Well, at bath time, Amy undresses me and Laura and she touches us both and makes us touch her as well!" As William was telling me what he and his sisters got up too, he was pushing my knees apart to open my legs so that he could actually see my vagina. I thought, 'What the hell, he's seen it before and worse, much worse, that time I was finger fucking myself and was in the middle of an orgasm'.

William was perfectly happy just kneeling there looking at my ginger covered pussy, one hand on each knee holding them wide open, well, I think he may have tried to touch too but each time he let go of one of my knees, I closed my legs and he had to open them all over again.

I went back to my pc, I closed down the chat room and then opened it again in my own name, funny, there wasn't anywhere near the clamour to chat to me, as me, as there was to chat to me as the new woman a few minutes earlier. 'DaddyDoesDau' invited me to a private chat again.

While I was distracted by the chat with Pete, William had worked out how to get past my defences, he just leaned forward so that his body was between my knees and he was just starting to touch my pussy, using the thumbs of each hand to press against each side of my pussy, pulling my labia apart.

I was a little shocked at feeling my son's fingers touching my pussy, in my mind, I was pushing his hands away, I could even see me slapping his hands in my mind's eye but I realised that my hands were still on the keyboard. What the hell was wrong with me, I couldn't possibly be sexually frustrated, I had spent what seemed like the whole week rubbing myself off, it felt to me like I had masturbated, hour for hour, far more than I had actually had sex with my husband in my life to date.

William was leaning forward now, closely inspecting my open vagina, I gasped as he got so close that I could feel his breath on my still swollen clitoris and inner lips. "Mummy, you are a lot redder inside than Amy or Laura but your button looks like Laura's not Amy's though!" I was jolted from my torpor, why did he have to speak, I was OK with him just looking, well, using his fingers to open me up and then just looking, I was even ok feeling his breath down there, but when he spoke, it kind of broke the spell, l leaned forward and pushed my dress sown between my legs and my son away from me.

It took me ages to get William to sit in front of the TV, but it was a good thing I did as James was home within minutes of 'Despicable Me' starting on the TV. I thought it was William coming back for more so I didn't close the pc down, but when James walked into the dining room all I could do was to turn the screen off and leaver the programme running.

I made a jug of coffee, not that James had asked for any or that I was thirsty, I knew that I was blushing and that I had to get out of the dining room for a few minutes so that I could calm down a little, boy was I glad that I had set up my computer so that I was facing the door and not the screen or James may have seen something that would have seriously shocked him.

I splashed some cold water on my face and took a tray into the dining room with two cups, some cookies and milk and sugar as well as the jug of coffee, James was spreading his books out on the table behind my screen, "You carry on, I won't disturb you too much, just got to look at a little paperwork before my quarterly meeting tomorrow!" I sat back in front of my pc, the wet, wet mind you, not damp towel reminded me of what I had been doing just a few minutes earlier, I switched the screen on and took a deep breath as the screen opened to the PIE chat room still there.

I decided on closing the chat part of PIE, I knew that as soon as I got a whisper from one of the chatters I would blush and that could cause some suspicion on my husband's part. I decided what else I could find in the PIE website, the information that was posted on members had been an eye opener for me, so what else would I find that was interesting?

I spotted a spy glass in the corner, bottom right hand side of the screen, not somewhere that many people had seen, not something you would stumble across, I had gone a whole screen past the last thing on the main page, usually the page wouldn't scroll down any further so I had been intrigued as to why it kept going down with nothing on display. When I finally got to the bottom of the screen and there was still nothing to see, I scrolled to the right and there it was, a clip art spy glass that had a page link built into it.

The page that opened was called 'Family Finder', there were several suggested ways of searching the database, family last name, town, country, post or zip code, age / sex of interest, so I put in 'NN%' in database searches, the '*' symbol was usually used as a wildcard for a missing letter and the '%' was usually used as a wildcard meaning 'anything after'. The screen took around a second to resolve into a spreadsheet format, twenty Northamptonshire families, listed in alphabetical order, I looked for our family but it wasn't there, then I noticed that the page I was looking at was page one of twenty-five.

I was very shocked at the thought that there could be close to five hundred families in Northamptonshire that would fit into the 'category of interest' of the PIE members. I had a little eureka moment, my own entry, when found, could take up five lines in the listing as there were five of us in the family. I chose page two, my family name popped up towards the bottom of the page, just one row though, I opened the database to see what information on my family looked like, the first line was the name of the member that had first posted us into the database, I had expected to see Simon's name, 'ActiveFather', as the man who had first added me and my family into the database but I was wrong, the member who had first posted our details was called 'TractorMan' and the first posting, well, it wasn't a few weeks earlier but a whole year earlier.

I clicked on the first ever posting, '...Amy is encouraging her younger brother and sister to play sexual games at bath time and bed time when they are alone, she also tells me that she is active with Robin, a boy two years older who lives across the road from her...' I know that I often say I was shocked by this or that but, this posting was truly shocking, 'TractorMan' must be someone really close to us if Amy has told him things about her burgeoning sex life.

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