Subject: On-Line Fantasy Turns to Reality
Story Codes: MF adultery incest mother son
Updated: May 1, 2018
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Over the years I've had literally hundreds of on-line "affairs" with all
sorts of different men. Almost all of them just wanted to meet me, get
nudes of me or enjoy free phone sex but in EVERY case I refused. Despite
an almost ten year history and me having written about this numerous
times, there are STILL guys who think they will somehow be the one to
coax me into doing such things. Well, guys who push too hard for me to
cam or send a photo of me other than what I want simply get put on my
ignore list. Really, I mean why should I take any risks just for a
little short-lived fun?
While the vast majority of people who contact me are pervs and fakes (I'm
not as dumb as people seem to think), now and then I hear from someone
who's special. I mean someone who I've confirmed is real - although
usually not because they wanted me to find out. Someone that does
naughty things for me to prove what they tell me. It's pretty
unbelievable what some people will do for me. It's funny that some
people accuse me of making up some or all of my diary but I doubt anyone
would believe what some of these guys have done. For this reason, and
to protect everyone involved, I generally never post or discuss such
things in my diary.
Spencer was one of the few who met all the criteria - and then some. He
was real, engaged, and willing to do things that would have shocked his
fiance and mother had they known. I'll leave it up to the reader to
decide what parts actually happened - if any of it. All of the names,
locations and other identifying attributes have been changed so don't try
to "read between the lines" to figure out who he is, where he lives, or
even when this happened for that matter.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Flirting On-Line
Chapter 2 - Spencer Contacts Me
Chapter 3 - Getting More Personal
Chapter 4 - Spencer Pushes the Limits
Chapter 5 - The Fiance
Chapter 6 - Pushing Too Far?
Chapter 7 - Crossing the Line
Chapter 8 - Later...
Chapter 1 - Flirting On-Line
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Wow, it's hard sometimes to believe all that's happened since the first
time I entered into an on-line adult chat site. Back then I was just
eighteen; a home-sick, ultra-horny college freshman frustrated by the
draconian rules imposed on me by my university regarding sexual conduct.
Essentially it boiled down to they expected me to behave like I was at
some sort of convent. No College Fuck-fest episodes to be sure! I
wasn't even allowed to wear a bikini or shorts that came higher than mid-
thigh!! It wasn't like I didn't know the rules when I chose to go there
but like many things in life, reality turned out to be a whole lot more
difficult to deal with.
Being on-line was new for me, at least in the realm of adult "meeting"
sites, and I really had no idea what I was doing at first. Fearful of
being discovered, I started out by pretending to be different women/girls
of various ages, locations and backgrounds. At the beginning it seemed
to be as much fun pretending to be a forty year-old frustrated housewife
as it was to act out being fourteen again and anxious to explore my
newfound sexuality. Of course the guys all ate it up regardless of how
far-fetched things became and from the beginning it amazed me how they
would believe almost anything I said no matter how ridiculous.
Perhaps what shocked me the most was how badly these guys WANTED to
believe me. It wasn't just to chat - most wanted me to call them, expose
myself on cam for them and even meet with them - regardless of whether I
was that forty year-old MILF or fourteen year-old virgin. It was the
fourteen year-old role play that particularly was disturbing. I mean
like what if I really WAS a girl that age? Yeah, there are those shows
on TV like "To Catch a Predator" but it was more chilling than erotic
when it was personal. Whenever a guy would send me photos of his
erection thinking I was a young teenage girl I had to wonder how many
REAL girls this perv was involved with.
The things some guys would do with absolutely no proof of who I really
was and without me responding in kind was astounding - and titillating!
Men would masturbate for me on their cams and send me photos of them
doing it. Some would also send me pics of their families - especially
their wives and daughters. Then the things they would DO with them...
well that's probably better left unsaid but you can just imagine.
Yeah, so it was a lot of fun at first but over time it lost its luster.
One of my biggest problems was keeping track of all the lies and
misrepresentations I was making on-line. It was pretty embarrassing to
start chatting again as a young girl and have the guy ask what was going
on since apparently the last time we'd chatting I was supposedly older
than his wife. It's like me today when I chat with guys. I've learned
that if I talk with a person long enough I can always determine whether
or not they are being truthful. Think of it as a long-term interrogation
where it's almost impossible to maintain the facade without making a slip
somewhere along the line. Like one guy who sent me a photo that when
blown up showed a name badge, or another who took a pic of his daughter's
room with her backpack and nametag in the background.
Not only was it embarrassing to be caught in a lie, pretending to be
someone else wasn't all that much fun after a while. I had to make
everything up and it got to where I was asking myself what was the point?
I would have had to keep up a special notebook just to track all my
impersonations and even then it was easy to slip up.
In some cases where I trusted the guy or woman I would trade photos but
of course they had to be of someone that matched the person I was
impersonating which meant stealing them from someone's FaceBook page or
other on-line source. The problem there was I would quickly run out and
have to make up lame excuses for why I didn't have more. That's funny as
that's exactly how I "out" someone today when it turns out they have a
limited portfolio. It immediately tells me they're doing just what I did
back then - borrowing them from someone else. It's even more true when
all they have are nudes. Like, who has more nudes of themselves than
regular photos?
So over time I started to forego the "fake" Kelly and just be myself.
Right off the bat I learned that for a number of people the real Kelly
wasn't nearly as appealing as the fake versions. I guess that's only
logical because as a fake I could do literally anything whereas in real
life I was restricted by reality. Still, I found myself enjoying myself
more with those who still wanted to be friends with me. It was so much
easier and less nerve-wracking to be able to pick up a conversation after
not having spoken to someone for months and not have to worry about what
I'd said the last time we chatted!
At the same time that I made my switch from fiction to reality I found
myself becoming less and less tolerant of people posing as someone else.
But then I'm not THAT naive! Of course people like to get on-line and
live out their fantasies and to some extent I can tolerate it when people
"enhance their resumes". If I believed every "cock shot" then I'm living
in the wrong part of the country as men everywhere else are eight inches
long and two inches thick!
That said, while I would play along with most people so long as it wasn't
ridiculous, I would cut off contact with such people after the first chat
or two. Really, what was the point in continuing? Over the years fewer
and fewer people have made it to my "Friends" list and even fewer remain
on it for very long. Today I would say there's less than a dozen people
on-line that I consider true friends. All of them have been in contact
with me for years and shared enough with me to trust them. Well...
trust them to a certain point. While I may provide more information
about me and share racier photos and such, even these people have never
gotten my phone number, heard my voice, seen me in person, or anything
else that might allow me to be tracked and identified. As a rule, any
photo I send is a year or more old so at least it's not exactly what I
look like today.
People ask me all the time why I am so paranoid. Many get abusive and
accuse me of being a fake. It gets pretty nasty sometimes but face it,
why should I take ANY risks? I know it frustrates a lot of people but
then that's their problem. It's not like I anyone on as I clearly state
all of my policies throughout my diary and I like to think they've been
consistent over the years. Even so, there's always the one who thinks
he's special and that someone I will do with him what I haven't done in
the past ten years with hundreds of people who have tried before.
So what do I do when someone new contacts me either through chat or e-
mail? Well, the first thing I ALWAYS ask is their name and age. I don't
expect it to be their real name but at least something besides a chat ID
which I can never remember. As for age, I NEVER knowingly chat with
anyone under eighteen. Of course someone could be lying but at least I
have it down for the record that they claim to be at least eighteen. I
have had people "confess" to be younger after we've chatted after which I
immediately cut them off and never chat with them again. It's funny how
many will try to make contact again claiming they were just kidding but
even if that's true, all the more reason not to chat with them again.
Once the age limits has been confirmed to be met, then I generally ask if
someone is single. If not then I ask if they have any kids and then the
names of their kids and wife - again to make it easier to discuss as I
don't expect real names in return. Anyone who has chatted with me
probably recognizes what I'm saying here as they've had probably been
through this series of questions at least once.
Interestingly, while most "women" I chat with are actually men, so far as
I know no woman has ever chatted with me pretending to be a man. Yes,
I'm confident that at least 99% of the so-called "girls" who contact me
are actually men. I always wonder why they bother. Do they think that
somehow I'm going to be more willing to answer or even divulge more about
myself to a woman than a guy? First, any such assumption is totally
false. In most cases I'm not looking for another woman to have girl-talk
with. The only reason I usually chat on-line under this ID is to have
fun and get to know different people's lives and fantasies. If anything,
I tend NOT to chat with women who contact me because I know they're
probably fake in the first place. When I do it's more a game for me to
expose them than anything else.
As I just said, nowadays the only reason I chat for any extended period
with someone I think is trying to pull one over on me is more out of fun
and playing a game with them. First, I look for ways to "out" them and
see their reactions when I confront them. I also find it fun at times to
see how ridiculous the situation can become and yet they still think I am
stupid or naive enough to believe them. It never ceases to amaze me how
many "real" situations happen after I suggest the idea. Sheer
coincidence? I think not. No doubt people are doing the same with me
but I just wish them good luck as I've got nothing to hide or worry about
when I chat.
One way for me to quickly learn about someone's intentions is to ask them
for a tribute. For those who don't know the term, it means to take a
photo of someone and then jerk off and cum on it. You can find photos
and videos on- line of guys doing it to movie-stars, wives, girlfriends
and such. Personally, for the most part I put these in the same category
as porn. Seeing a stranger cumming on a photo of someone I have no
connection with don't interest me - I need a personal connection. Send
me a photo of you cumming on Kim Kardashian, who cares? Please don't
waste your time or mine. Send me one of you cumming on a photo of your
wife or daughter... well THAT is hot. But even then only after I've
seen enough of them in "real" situations to know they are really who the
guy says they are.
Needless to say the best tributes are the ones of them cumming on ME.
Indeed, as they say, a picture paints a thousand words. I just love
seeing the proof that some guy I've never met is so hot for me that he
would do such a thing and then send it to me. It tells me unequivocally
that he finds me sexy and desirable. I mean like what girl doesn't want
to hear and see that from a man?
As I mentioned, the only reason I chat is for fun - not to meet people.
Therefore unless it stays fun, why bother keeping up the relationship?
Thus I push people to tell me more about themselves, to express their
most secret and closely-held desires, to open their minds to new
possibilities, and to do things they've never done before - or thought
they ever would. It's sometimes difficult because they ask for me to do
the same and generally I ignore them but sometimes I just have to put my
foot down and say no. As I've said many times, I chat for MY benefit,
not theirs. So long as they play by my rules then that works for me but
if they don't like it then that's just too bad. Just so I don't sound
TOO greedy, I DO try to "reward" them without compromising my own
security.
If there's one rule I follow - I don't lead people on. I find it amusing
when people get mad at me because I do exactly what I say I'll do.
Frankly, I really don't care if they don't like it, if they think it
makes me a bitch, or even if it causes them to question who I really am.
I've been called every name in the book, accused of being everything from
a giddy teenager to a sexually frustrated sixty year-old fat bald guy.
Some have even accused me of being associated with the police using my
site to lure in pedophiles and perverts. Granted, there have been a few
folks I think would have gone to jail had I reported them, but I never
wanted to get involved in that sort of mess. It boils down to this...
If you don't like my rules then don't contact me! Am I being
hypocritical? Of course I am. Am I self-centered and selfish when on-
line? Most definitely. Do I care if people don't like it? Not a whit.
I'm not chatting with people associated with my real life, my real
family, my real friends or my real social circle. It's all for MY
entertainment and if the other person gets enjoyment from it as well then
that's great.
One thing I DO try to honor is that I never want to bring harm to anyone.
I've had many cases where I've learned enough about someone to identify
them, usually NOT because they wanted me to know such information but
because they inadvertently told me or showed me something that allowed me
to find out. Still, just because you can ruin someone's life doesn't
mean you have to do it.
For example, a guy sent once me a photo of him and his daughter. He sent
me a high-res photo which when blown up showed her last name on her name
badge. With all the other information he'd told me here and there that
was the final link towards getting everything I needed to know about him
- name, phone number, address, employer, FaceBook profiles (his and his
daughter's), you name it. He was telling me things and doing things for
me that had his wife and daughter known it would've certainly caused a
lot of trouble of him if not an outright divorce. A simple anonymous
letter with copies of our chats, the letters he wrote, the tributes he'd
done, the private naughty photos he'd share, and it would've been all
over for him.
Of course I never did such a thing nor would I even consider it no matter
how provoked. Really, like what would be the point? For me the thrill
is knowing I have the power to do it and that he knows it as well. While
I have never threatened anyone to get them to do anything, I have no
doubt for some it has to be a factor when considering whether or not to
indulge my latest tribute request. This may be beating a dead horse but
for me it's important - especially in context of this story. I've NEVER
done anything to expose anyone to their wife, fiance girlfriend or
family. Yes, I DO admit to having fantasized about it but like all
fantasies, it's what you DO that counts and I've never come close to
doing anything to hurt anyone.
There HAVE been cases where a wife has learned about her husband's
activities and in some cases the repercussions have been severe - for
him. In every case it was his fault for leaving an e-mail open, files on
his computer to find, etc. so I don't feel any personal responsibility
for his woes.
In a couple of cases I've even been contacted by the pissed-off wife
which I find rather ironic. I mean like why bitch at me? She's the one
that isn't satisfying her husband so don't blame me if he's on-line at
all hours of the night chatting with strange women and exposing himself.
I seriously doubt I'm the only one he's in contact with. If anything she
should be happy in that I didn't have any intentions of taking it to
another level and it was just on-line entertainment for her husband.
Think about it... If he's sending me nudes of her that she let him take
supposedly just for him and doing tributes to me using them, odds are
he's doing a lot of other even naughtier things that she doesn't know
about!
Chapter 2 - Spencer Contacts Me
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At first, "Spencer" was just another horny guy contacting me after
reading my diary on asstr-mirror.org. His e-mail didn't stand out although one
thing DID catch my eye - he included his phone number and a biblical
verse reference after his signature like it was a standard "signature"
he used on all his e-mails. In any case I responded more or less
automatically, not expecting anything different in return than the last
hundred such introductions to which I'd responded.
Well, he DID respond and tell me more about himself as I'd asked.
Spencer claimed to be what I would consider a rarity these days - a 22
year-old virgin. Needless to say I didn't believe him but hey, if that's
how he wanted to portray himself then what did it really matter? He
claimed to be saving himself for marriage to Kristina, his fiance, who
was also supposedly unspoiled and by that I mean not even second base!
Yeah, like I was going to believe THAT! True, I've known people who were
intent on waiting until marriage for sex, including one of my roommates
back in college, and I respect them for being able to hold to such
principles in this day and age. Still, even those had at least fooled
around to some extent up to the point of a hand job or even oral sex. To
claim not to even have seen each other naked and yet be engaged... now
THAT was pretty extreme.
At first for the most part we just chatted as Spencer wasn't into e-mail
nearly as much as me. I just find it so much more efficient and useful
than chatting but then I think most guys like that "personal" touch of a
chat versus exchanging mail. The times he DID e-mail me were to send me
photos of himself and his fiance. I saw immediately that while Kristina
was pretty with a beautiful smile, she was also a bit overweight to be
polite. Apparently that didn't bother Spencer, especially since it
appeared to be helping her out in the boob department and he seemed to be
infatuated with breasts!
For someone supposedly betrothed to be married and sticking to his
religious upbringing, Spencer seemed more than anxious to share himself
sexually with me. He sent me numerous photos of his erection which, if
they were really of HIS dick, showed a nice thick cock of above average
length. He was also uncut. Eventually I got him to send me some whole
body shots of him nude with his erect dick poking out like a missile! I
have to admit that the sight of him sporting that monstrous erection was
quite a turn-on, especially when he would hold up a photo of me or his
fiance next to it.
Yes, Spencer was really into doing tributes for me. He said he'd never
done any before but he became quite the expert in a short time. The best
part was that he listened to me and did them just as I asked. For me,
it's not just the sight of him cumming that turns me on, it's seeing
where it came from. I always encourage men to include ALL of their dick
and as much of their crotch as possible in every tribute pic for that
very reason. Just the image of a photo covered with cum isn't nearly as
erotic as when the guy's freshly spent dick is there with it.
To my enjoyment and to some extent, amusement, Spencer was more than
willing to include his entire dick in the photo when showing me the
results of his latest masturbation exploits. I have to say, he was
incredibly hard when he was erect. Some men never seem to achieve that
pipe-hard effect but Spencer's dick would stand out straight and poke up
towards the ceiling when he showed me a side shot. He even sent a number
of them showing him fully nude which turned me all the more to see his
smirking face as he jerked off on pics of me and his fiance.
While I do enjoy tributes to me, it's also hot for me when a guy turns
his attention to his family. After a guy has sent me photos of his wife
and daughters I'll ask him to use them for his next tribute. While some
guys draw the line at their own daughter, especially if she is young, I
would say the vast majority have enough vested by then that they are more
than willing to up the ante and take the next step. When they include
their daughter's bra and panties it adds a nice touch.
In Spencer's case he wasn't even married yet, let alone have a daughter
so in his case after cumming on me and Kristina numerous times I coaxed
him into using his mom for the next ones. I'd seen her FaceBook page so
I knew he was actually using photos of her which made it really hot to
see. Admittedly at first he seemed reluctant and a little embarrassed
even but eventually my instincts were proven right - as usual. Spencer
had a thing for his mother and from the way he would coat her face with
his cum there was no doubt about his true feelings for her!
With Spencer, as with many other men like him, the photo tributes
eventually turned to videos and I was treated to being able to actually
listen to Spencer as he worked himself to an orgasm. Again, some of the
first were for me and Kristina, but his mother eventually entered the
picture as well, sometimes with her lingerie or better yet, pieces of her
wardrobe that she was wearing in the photo that he sneaked from her
closet.
I loved listening to him express his desires, especially when he would
tell me in his own words how much more he wanted to have sex with me than
Kristina. At times he would include us both, a photo of me next to hers
as he masturbated and covered ME with his cum as she "watched". I only
wished Kristina could have heard her fiance telling me how much more he
wanted my sexy body than her fat one and how much more he wished he could
fuck me instead of her.
For me that was a large part of his allure for me - how he was so
forthcoming in comparing me to his fiance including his lust for me over
her. At the same time there was a line he would never cross. SHE was
the one he wanted to marry and while he openly admitted I turned him on
WAY more than her, he still wanted her to be his life partners -
preferably with me as his mistress. Because it turned me on, I pushed
him every chance I could to express his lust for me over her, to compare
my body against hers, to tell me how much better he knew I could suck his
dick than she ever would. I loved listening to him on video as he shot
his cum on one photo after another of me, each time telling me how much
more he wanted me sexually than Kristina.
Perhaps some of the sexiest tributes went far beyond the standard
tribute. Spencer would tape himself next to photos of his mother in a
video he made as if to give to her. He expressed his lust for her and
how much he wanted to fuck her. Finally, after jerking off the entire
time, he would cum and cry out to his mother how badly he wanted to be
inside of her.
Similarly, Spencer did videos "to Kristina" although I'm sure she'll
never actually see them. In this case though, unlike the ones to his mom
these were more about how he wanted me more than her, telling her that I
was sexier and that I could satisfy his needs better than she could. The
last one he sent was the absolute best though. I called it the "hate
tribute" where he let out all his frustrations for Kristina not allowing
him to have sex with her before marriage. He told her how fat she was
and how much better I looked than her. Whether it was all made up or
not, the fervor and force of his words showed there had to be SOME truth
to what he was saying.
Once after a hot chat I asked Spencer if he loved me. It was almost
comical in that it was just like watching some romance movie where the
guy gets all tongue tied while trying to use the "l" word. For the
longest time he refused, saying that while he lusted for me and loved
doing things for me, he only LOVED Kristina. It took a long time for him
to overcome that speed bump in his head but over time his resolve
weakened and his true feelings finally spilled out to where he admitted
that yes, he DID love me and that he wanted to be with me, even more than
Kristina. There was never any reason he had to say that so I took it to
mean he was sincere.
I mentioned earlier about the videos and photo tributes Spencer did for
his mother but the whole story was a bit more complicated. Like most
guys who read about me before chatting with me, Spencer was interested in
incest, especially with regards to me and my father. Out of curiosity I
asked him if he ever had any fantasies about his mother. I'd seen her in
several of the photos he'd sent me of him and his family. She actually
looked a little like Sara Palin to me, only with much smaller boobs and
more conservatively dressed with her hair worn rather plainly.
At first, like so many men, Spencer adamantly denied any sexual
attraction to his mother. Actually I think he was more than a little
embarrassed to even discuss the topic. When I asked him if he'd ever
explored her personal things and maybe played with her underwear or even
tried them on (all things a LOT of guys have told me they did as
teenagers without their mom knowing), he vehemently denied it and seemed
rather shocked that I would even ask such a thing.
It took a while but eventually the truth came out as I knew it would. I
know lots of guys who first tell me they were never attracted to their
mothers and when they show me photos of them I can see why. But in many
cases it's something more that they've felt guilty about and in our
society it's not like it's something they could discuss with anyone so
such feelings tend to get buried pretty deep. The key for me is to
provide men with a "safe" environment where they know they can trust me
and that I won't judge them for their supposedly "bad" thoughts and
actions. It's a bit heart-warming when guys eventually allow these
deeply held secrets to surface. Personally, I think once the dam is
broken that they feel better about facing their fantasies rather than
trying to deny them.
So it was with Spencer. Once he was finally able to admit his true
desires for Brenda, it was like the floodgates opened. Yes, he did
indeed have such desires but boy oh boy, talk about feeling guilty about
them! I suppose being raised in a conservative, ultra-religious home
environment where such thoughts would be considered perverted and
sacrilegious had something to do with that. It was like he would tell me
all his thoughts and feelings for his mom, how he wanted to touch her and
have sex with her but then try to disavow everything he'd just said by
claiming he was only saying it for my benefit. On the one hand he would
masturbate and cum on her photos, even sending me videos where he would
say how much he loved her and wanted to fuck her. Then the Jeckle-Hyde
thing would run its course and he would say she was too skinny and her
boobs were too small to really turn him on.
Well, no matter how he might protest, a guy doesn't do a ten minute video
dedicated to his mother where he sits naked surrounded by her photos and
masturbates while telling all about his love and lust for her and NOT
have true sexual desires for her. Yes, Brenda might not be the sexiest
MILF on the block but it certainly wasn't like she was ugly. Most of
all, she WAS his mother. No other woman, not me or anyone else, can take
the place in a man's heart of his mother. Not even Kristina will ever
replace Brenda in that special place in Spencer's heart. It's not any
different than my dad and my husband Steve. As much as I love and adore
my husband, my father will always be special to me. He's the one thing
no other man can ever be - my father.
And so it went on between us. I never grew tired of Spencer's almost
daily tributes. God that boy was horny! I've talked to guys who claimed
to masturbate a lot but with Spencer I got the proof! I think that the
best part was that he was so open and unafraid to reveal himself. Most
guys that send me tributes are very careful not to show too much of
themselves. Heck, I even have to push them to include their entire cock
in the photo - an essential element for me. Spencer was more than
willing to put his entire naked body in the shot, that mischievous smile
melting my heart as he stroked himself to yet another photo of me,
Kristina or his mother. It was like he WANTED me to see him doing all
this which was so refreshing from the secrecy of most other guys.
Another thing of which I never grew tired was Spencer telling me how much
he LOVED me and how much he adored my body as compared to Kristina's.
yeah, she might have had his ring but I had his soul. I knew I could ask
him to do almost anything for me, at least sexually and he would do it
for ME whereas he couldn't even TALK to Kristina about masturbation, let
alone send her a video of him doing it. It made me feel so sexy to have
him do more for me than he could for his own fiance.
On the other hand, out of respect for his mom I never asked him to
compare me to Brenda or to tell me how much more he wanted to fuck me
more than his mother. No matter how much it might turn me on, I could
never ask a guy to put me ahead of his own mother, even when he would try
to tell me it was me he wanted more than her. Sure he might SAY that but
his dick told me an entirely different story and dicks never lie!
I like to think we were both having fun as Spencer would find more and
more ways to get naughty with his almost daily tributes. Then things
changed a little bit....
Chapter 3 - Getting More Personal
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Earlier I mentioned that when Spencer first contacted me I immediately
noticed that he was using his real e-mail address. By that I mean the
one he uses in his personal life. Take me for example. I NEVER give out
my real e- mail address that is known to family and friends. by the same
token, the only people who know my pghpa_girl version are those who know
me on-line. It only makes sense to me as your e-mail address is linked
to so many other things in your life that you wouldn't want people to
know it unless you want them to know it.
What was also interesting was that he included a scripture reference as a
standard signature in his e-mails. Maybe I was reading too much into
things but it seemed sort of ironic for a guy to write me telling me how
he wants to fuck his mother and cheat on his fiance and then quote the
Bible all in the same letter. In principle it doesn't bother me in the
least as I don't see most of those things as being unethical or anti-
spiritual, but I'm sure many people would feel differently.
The more we chatted the more little things would be revealed to me.
Eventually I had enough data to do a FaceBook search and lo and behold,
it was him! The guy in the profile was Spencer - his clothes on of
course but still him. Indeed, there were some of the same photos of his
family, including his mother and fiance, that he'd shared with me
earlier. Now I was 100% convinced of who he was. In fact, I found that
he actually HAD disguised a few things about him and Kristina but now
that I had access to their on-line profiles I had the true story about
everything.
Another interesting part was that I could see his list of friends. Not
only Brenda and Kristina, but other relatives and past girlfriends. I
got to see literally hundreds of photos of him, his family and friends.
It was like suddenly this guy I'd been chatting to for months now was a
real person no different than if I'd actually met him.
You can imagine Spencer's surprise when he learned of my discovery. At
first I wasn't sure if I should share my new knowledge with him as I
might scare him off but then at the same time it also had to make him
think twice about dumping me since a simple on-line message to Kristina
with a couple of tribute photos would have been a problem, to say the
least. Not that I ever actually WOULD do such a despicable thing but it
didn't hurt that he knew I COULD in terms of protecting my own privacy.
Spencer quickly accepted that he now had no secrets from me - none. I
knew Kristina's full name, email address, where she lived, where she
worked and went to school. Brenda's FaceBook profile was also now
available to me. I was sorely tempted to try and friend them both but
that would've been crossing the line, raising potential questions that
didn't need to come up. As hot as it would've been to be an on-line
friend with them both it wasn't worth the risk. Besides, what if they
blocked me because they didn't know me? At least the way things are now
I can always check in on them now and then and keep in touch so to speak.
It was so erotic for me now that Spencer literally had no secrets from
me. In fact, from a sexual point of view I felt confident that I knew
more about him than any of his friends and probably even more than
Kristina. After all, she wasn't privy to this whole world of sexual
fantasy that he shared with me yet I knew everything about their VERY
limited sexual relationship.
For me, it was so refreshing and downright erotic to have such a personal
connection with Spencer. I found it exiting to go to Kristina's profile
and wonder what she would say if she knew what her fiance was doing
behind her back! To read his mother's updates and then later chat with
her son, knowing she hadn't a clue as to how he really felt about her,
was enough to make ME masturbate at times!
Of course the more I learned about Spencer the more he wanted to know
about me. Sadly for him, despite the incredible journey of self-
discovery he'd been on I never strayed from my basic principles. He
never once got to actually see me on cam, listen to me on the phone, or
get any information as to my personal address or such.
Still, given all I knew about him and the rich history of e-mails, chats
and tributes that he'd sent me, I felt I could trust him with more than
usual. After all, if he even hinted at betraying such trust all I had to
do was post his latest video cumming on his mom on her FaceBook page!
Thus Spencer got to see what very few people on-line have - my boobs and
most of my naked body. I even shared more of my family than I would
normally do with anyone. I was rewarded by some massive cum shots on my
bare boobs which I have to say made me glad I sent them. At least I knew
he appreciated them plus I felt comfortable he wouldn't share them with
anyone else.
Chapter 4 - Spencer Pushes the Limits
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As with all my on-line relationships, I continued to press Spencer and
push him to see how far he would go for me. Of course I couldn't ask him
to do anything that would be TOO outrageous as he WAS a real person with
a real family. Still, there's a lot I've learned over the years that a
guy can do for me so long as he's careful and discreet.
The first step into new territory was to ask him to search his mother's
room for her bras and panties. Unlike the majority of guys who contact
me, Spencer claimed he'd never investigated his mother's private things.
Maybe it's just a sign of the type of men who want to talk to me, but
I've been surprised over the years how many men admit to doing such
things, even to the point of trying on their mother's clothes and
underwear. Many of them claim it wasn't so much a sexual interest in
their mother but more of a general interest in women's underwear... yeah
right! Still, even those guys would almost always finally admit they DID
take at least a whiff of the crotch!
It took some pretty heavy encouragement but Spencer finally sent me his
first tribute using his mother's panties. I helped him along by
suggesting he include photos of me, his mom and Kristina. For me any
tribute photo that doesn't include someone personal may as well be a
generic one stolen from a porn site. A pic of a dick covered by a pair
of panties is a dime a dozen on the Internet. Now take that same photo
but knowing that the panties were his mothers and the photo was one of
the ones of her that got him horny... now THAT is erotic - especially
since I knew for sure that it was his real mom!
The next step of course was to get him to cum on them which he seemed
more than willing to do. By this time Spencer had pretty must lost all
inhibitions when it came to talking about his true feelings for his
mother or showing me those same feelings using his dick and cum. The
best part was he claimed to put them back in her drawer and not in the
laundry. The idea of his mother wearing his cum up against her pussy was
too enticing for him!
That's one thing I've found different between me and the men I chat with.
They are all about a woman's panties where for me I have little interest.
Maybe it's along the same lines as my distaste for anal sex. It's one
thing to lick another girl's pussy but another to sniff her panties
that's she's been wearing and leaking lord only knows what onto!
For me, if you're going to talk about underwear then it's all about bras.
I have probably dozens of various panties but only six or eight bras at
any one time. Panties are cheap and almost disposable whereas a good bra
is expensive and much more personal to me. Thus while Spencer was
infatuated with his mother's panties, I tried to steer his attention to
her bras. It took some prodding but he finally relented and came inside
her bra cups, spreading the cum around them using his dick. Like the
panties he'd cum on earlier, he put the bras back in her drawer such that
she would wear them later, placing his dried cum up against his mother's
bare breasts.
One of the interesting points to come up was what Spencer found in
Brenda's drawers. Turns out his mom had more than your standard white
and black bras from JC Penney. Indeed, she had some down-right sexy
numbers which included a semi-sheer red one with matching sheer red
panties. Spencer seemed quite turned on by this new revelation. I guess
he never imagined his own mother wearing such things. I guess it's like
most kids who can't imagine their own parents ever having sex.
Well, that discovery provided a natural bridge for me to lead him on to
the next step. More than anything before this one took some real coaxing
but he eventually did it for me - WEARING his mother's underwear. One of
the best parts for me was he actually did it while camming live for me.
Watching him strip, then masturbate to photos of his favorite women, and
then slip into his mother's sheer red lingerie was so incredibly erotic
for me. Before he came he took off the bra and used it to capture his
cum, coating the interior of his mom's bra cup with her horny son's
sperm. Mmmmmmm, SO hot!
What Spencer didn't know but soon found out was that I was capturing the
whole cam show for posterity. It was easy - so easy in fact that it's
why I never get on my web cam for strangers. A series of simple "Print
Screen" window captures and I had the whole sequence saved on my
computer. Later I sent photos of him wearing his mom's underwear and
then of him spewing his cum into the bra while still wearing her panties.
I wasn't sure how he would feel about that but thankfully he seemed proud
of himself which was what exactly the reaction I was hoping for.
Spencer once again put the cum-splattered bra back in her drawer, even
capturing the moment on his cell phone camera which he sent to me so I
could see it waiting for her to wear. Too bad she wasn't going to be
wearing it for him!
OK, so watching Spencer cum on his mom's bra collection was hot but of
course I wanted more. It wasn't long after that he met Kristina in a
hotel room for some heavy kissing and over the clothes groping. He
claimed it went no further than over the underwear and oddly enough, I
believed him. Knowing his religion and reading what she had to say about
herself on her FaceBook page, I could picture them waiting for marriage
although I have to admit, I could never have done it myself!
That said, it didn't mean he couldn't be a little naughty for me so while
she was sleeping he snuck her bra into the hotel room bathroom and used
it to masturbate. Since it was her only one and she would be putting it
back on in just a few hours he drew the line at cumming ON it but he
didn't do a bad job covering a photo of her with sperm while he used her
bra to stroke himself. I could only hope that maybe another time he
might cum on the bra itself.
Needless to say I would've loved to have seen more of her but all he
could take was a pic of her buried under the blankets sleeping. Still,
imagine if she'd woken up and asked why he was taking pics of her
sleeping? Even better, what would she have said if she'd caught him
masturbating with her bra while chatting to a girl on-line she'd never
heard of before?
As things turned out, Brenda was even more sexual than her son had
imagined. While looking through her things he discovered something he'd
never seen before - his mother's sex toy drawer. As he'd never gone
through her personal things before, she undoubtedly thought it safe to
keep them handy but boy, was she wrong now!
Poor Spencer, seeing the dildos and other devices put his mother in an
entirely new light. Now she wasn't just a fantasy when it came to what
he wanted to do with her - she was doing it already! Here was proof she
masturbated and did who knows what with her husband. Might not she do
the same for her son? OK, now THAT was stretching things but when I
mentioned it to him it earned me some nice tribute shots of his uncut
erection spouting sperm all over me and his mother's photos.
I wanted to keep pushing Spencer and find out just how far he would go
before he finally drew the line but it seemed so long as I took each step
slow and careful, he never said no. So I continued trying to come up
with new and fresh ideas for Spencer. Finally one day he opened up a
chat saying he was sitting in the same room as his mother while she was
on the computer. Inspiration struck...
Taking a deep breath and hoping I wasn't finally crossing the line, I
asked him to take a photo of her. Of course I knew he wouldn't dare but
next thing I knew there she was in a grey sweater, totally clueless as to
what her son was telling me as he sat near her. It was so hot to read
all he was saying about his desires for her knowing she was literally
only a couple of feet away from him. It didn't hurt that the time stamp
on the photos was just a few minutes prior.
Spencer was telling me how hard he was sitting near his mother while
explaining to me how he wished she would strip and suck his dick and then
let him fuck her when suddenly I had a GREAT idea. I think at first
Spencer thought I wasn't serious but I pushed him harder and his dick was
obviously doing all the thinking when he finally agreed.
Bingo! Before I knew it my Inbox had a series of photos. The first was
from behind his mother as she faced her computer and worked totally
unaware of her son's intentions. The next was him pulling down his
sweatpants, exposing his erect dick just a mere foot or so from behind
her. Finally the coup de grace... he sent one of his stiff dick
pressing her grey sweater just hard enough to see the indentation! Wow,
talk about erotic! This was not some fake swinger family or guy trying
to claim he was fucking his daughter. Brenda was your typical housewife
and mother of three sons and here one of those sons had his hard dick out
of his pants right behind her! All she had to do was turn and there he
would have been, hard cock and all sticking out in front of her.
Well, fortunately that didn't happen and Spencer was so horny afterwards
I got a GREAT tribute from him and a promise to seek out further
opportunities to touch his mother with his dick.
Later that week I was talking to Spencer again and he said he was in his
mom's room while everyone was out. A photo popped up of his hard
erection and I knew my guy was horny but then it seemed he always was!
Soon he was exploring her underwear drawer yet again, a photo of it with
his erection hovering over it now in my Inbox.
But this time that wasn't the end of things. I encouraged him to go into
her closet and take photos for me so I could see her clothes. It was hot
to see some of the outfits she wore in various photos she'd posted on
FaceBook and that he'd sent me. I asked if he could find the grey
sweater that she had worn when he had poked her with his dick and soon I
saw it on a hangar.
Well, you should be able to guess by now what happened to that sweater.
First I had him show me his dick against it, but this time against the
front and not the back. Of course this time his mom wasn't wearing it
but from the state of his erection she may as well been. Then I had him
lay the sweater out on her bed and empty her underwear drawer so as to
surrounding the sweater with all of her bras and panties. It made me so
horny to think of him in his mother's room, stark naked as he positioned
her private underwear on the very bed he wanted so badly to fuck his own
mother.
Not only did Spencer play with his mother's clothes, he also sent me a
quick video of him rubbing his wonderfully stiff dick against her pillow
so that later she could sleep with it against her face, not a clue that
her son's erection had recently been rubbed all over it.
For the finale he finally came all over the front of the sweater. In the
video I was treated to shot after shot exploding from his dick, spraying
her son's sperm all over the front of the sweater. Placing the soiled
garment back on the hangar, he returned it to her closet for her to wear
another day, hopefully when he'd see it on her and knowing what he'd done
to it.
The next item to gain his incestuous attention was his mother's sports
bra, the one she wore every morning for her daily workout. Unlike the
other clothing he'd sprayed cum on so far, this was the one thing he knew
for sure that she would be wearing the next morning so he made an extra
effort to soak it really good before returning it to her drawer. I can
only imagine how hard he must have been the next morning knowing she was
exercising with her son's cum pressed up against her breast!
Where this was leading to I had no idea but I was loving every moment. I
found it almost intoxicating each time he sent me an email with more
photos of his doing something naughty with either our photos or his
mother's personal things. I was treated with videos and pics of him
cumming in a coat pocket, inside her gloves, into her shoes. It was like
nothing of hers was sacred and much of what he soiled with his cum wasn't
washable! One day he even sprayed her pillow quite generously after
which I was like holy crap! I'd already wondered about how she never
noticed the other clothing before but in this case how could she possibly
not smell it with her face buried right in it? Heck, if my dad came on
something I was wearing at the time I always got it cleaned immediately
as it would smell up my whole closet otherwise.
Chapter 5 - The Fiance
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Over the course of our on-line relationship Spencer would occasionally
have an attack of remorse where he would drop off and not contact me for
a while, claiming he felt guilty and wanted to be true to Kristina. I
never worried. Spencer was a man and as such I knew that he couldn't
stop what he was doing for long. He was addicted to the high he would
feel every time he masturbated and sent off his latest naughty betrayal
of his mother and fiance's trust. Indeed, there was most likely a real
element of addiction in that the hormones and such released during his
incestuous episodes more than likely WERE impossible for him to resist.
It's like asking someone to stop masturbating. Trust me, you don't have
to be a man to understand that such a thing is virtually impossible!
Just as I knew he would, every time Spencer would eventually relent and
if anything, come back even hornier and more willing to betray his mom's
and fiance's trust than ever. Then one day I got the strangest e-mail.
Spencer claimed that he had confessed everything to Kristina - all the e-
mails, all the chats, even the tributes and his thoughts and actions
about his mother. Apparently he didn't actually show her all the things
he'd done and sent to me so maybe she didn't get the full impact but just
to tell her about such things had to be gut wrenching.
Spencer then told me that he could no longer continue doing things that
were in direct contradiction to his religion and his faithfulness to his
fiance. Apparently she'd taken it surprisingly well, granted assuming he
was making a confession and had promised to change his ways.
Surprisingly, if anything he felt it opened up paths of communications
between them such that she understood his feelings and desires more than
she had before. No, it didn't mean she was going to blow him or even let
him feel her up under her blouse but they WERE talking more about their
future sex life and masturbation even if she claimed to never do it.
Of course I couldn't believe it at first and figured he was just having
another guilt attack. The question I had was whether or not he REALLY
told Kristina everything or was this just an elaborate hoax he was
spinning to explain his latest attempt at getting out of the dangerous
game he was playing.
If I was honest I had to admit to myself that it WAS a seriously
dangerous game. Well, not for me as I really wasn't doing anything. It
wasn't me taking nude shots of myself masturbating and sending them out
to total stranger. My FaceBook page nor any of my family were available
to him. I wasn't the one sneaking behind the back of my parents and
husband. OK, granted I didn't tell them all that much about what I did
on-line, especially when it came to a guy like Spencer, but it's not like
they would've cared anyway so long as I maintained everyone's privacy.
Surprisingly over a week went by and it was starting to look like Spencer
was keeping true to his word finally. He'd gone as long as a couple
weeks in the past before his lust overwhelmed him so I wasn't totally
worried. He couldn't resist what he did for me for long and we both knew
it. Actually that's a big part of what turned me on so much about the
entire affair - the fact he couldn't resist me!
Eventually I DID get an e-mail but not from Spencer. At first I thought
it was just another spam message and in fact I almost deleted it but
something told me to open it and I was glad I did. You can imagine my
shock when I saw who it was from - Kristina!
Without copying the whole thing here - it was almost two pages when I
printed it out to show Steve, essentially it started out by saying first
who she was. Some of it was superfluous as I already knew so much about
her but then at this stage I wasn't sure if she really knew that. Then
she went on about how Spencer had proposed to her and how they were
looking forward to their wedding.
So far so good...
Then she dropped the bomb, reiterating what Spencer had told her about
his relationship with me - his "ongoing affair" to as she put it. It
became obvious as she told me what he told her that he hadn't told her
EVERYTHING. For example there was no mention of the "hate video" or any
video for that matter.
On the second page (as I had printed it out) things got more interesting.
Kristina must have had done some research into me and come across my
diary on asstr-mirror.org. Couldn't have been very hard if she knew my e-mail
address as a simple Google search would bring up dozens of references to
my diary. One more thing that Spencer had apparently left out of his
"confession" to her. She told that me that when Spencer had first told
her about me and such, including the incestuous part of my life, that she
had her doubts that I was real and figured I was just someone playing a
cruel practical joke on her naive fiance. After reading my dairy and
seeing the extensive history along with the consistency throughout what
was literally thousands of pages she changed her mind and said she now
believed I was indeed who I had claimed to be.
That led to some talk about how she knew there were people like me out
there but never had thought she would ever be involved with anyone like
me. My first reaction was that technically she wasn't but I guess you
could say she was through Spencer.
Three quarters of the way through and I still couldn't figure out WHY she
was writing me. So far it was pretty much regurgitating everything I
already knew. About all I got from it so far was finding out what SHE
knew. Indeed, Spencer had left a lot more out than he had said if she
was telling me everything.
It was more than just the "hate video" as I liked to call it and the
various tributes which apparently he mentioned but never showed her. IF
he had told her about his antics in the hotel room, she never mentioned
them and I would've thought those would have made an impression on her
given she would have thought it was just the two of them for a romantic
night, not that he was chatting and sending photos to another woman while
she was sleeping.
I also got the idea that while he had told her about his infatuation with
his mother's, it appeared that he had glossed over things and made it
sound more like a typical fantasy, almost as if it was some sort of
Oedipus thing. No mention of the videos he had made for me where he
jerked off and talked as if to his mother about all the things he wanted
to do with her and how he wanted to fuck her and cum inside of her pussy.
Nothing about wearing her clothes or cumming in her bras and on her
outfits and pillow. And especially nothing about whipping out his
erection behind her while she was working on her computer. Since
Kristina had more or less alluded to everything else, it would've been
more than odd for her to leave THAT out.
It wasn't until the next to the last paragraph that the other shoe
dropped. The first thing she said was "Now don't tell Spencer..." and
then she explained the real reason behind why she was writing me. Oddly
enough it was for my advice! Apparently seeing the fixation her fiance
had on me, she wanted to know how it was I managed to hook him so
strongly such that he wanted a fantasy girl on the Internet whom he would
likely never meet more than an actual flesh and blood woman that loved
him and wanted to marry him.
Her sad request demonstrated even more of what Spencer hadn't shown her.
While he may have described everything, all she had to do was read our
chats and emails to understand what it was about me that turned her guy
on so badly. Spencer had earlier claimed to have deleted everything but
I knew better. No matter what he might say, he had a stash somewhere...
The last paragraph was almost pathetic. Yes, she was asking for "advice"
but regardless of my response, she was hoping to appeal to me to leave
Spencer alone and stay out of her engagement and romance. In particular
she all but begged me NOT to come to their wedding - something I'd told
Spencer that I would love to do so I could be the first girl he ever had
sex with BEFORE his marriage and then the first girl to have sex with him
AFTER he said his vows. Frankly, I had a pretty good idea that he would
do it if I was there - and obviously so did Kristina.
With that she closed without saying another word about me. I had to give
her credit as throughout it all she never condemned me or said much of
anything about what she thought of me as a person or Christian. It was
if she wanted me to know all the things that Spencer had told her and
then try and convince me to go away and not ruin her marriage.
Funny thing about that though. I've had a lot of people accuse me of
"ruining" marriages simply because I pursue sex with the husband.
Personally I don't see it that way at all. Face it, he wouldn't be
fucking me if his marriage was all that great to start with. Why would
he even WANT to have sex with me if his wife was satisfying his needs?
Why am I to blame because HE wants to have sex with me? It's not like
I'm raping him or holding a gun to his head. HE was the one that
contacted me in the first place!
If anything, I like to think I HELP a struggling marriage when I have sex
with the husband so long as his wife remains unaware. First, it's not
like he's taking a mistress as I never meet with them twice. One and
done - period. For me it's all about the hunt and the thrill of him
breaking his most solemn vows to God and to his wife because he finds me
so desirable and sexy. Once that's been achieved, what does a second
time prove, at least so far as I'm concerned?
What I do is give a man an outlet, the chance to finally live out his
deepest fantasies. Just when he think he's too old to attract a younger
woman or he's bound within the confines of a loveless marriage, that's
where I come in and fulfill his dreams and give his ego a much needed
boost. I wonder how many men return to their wives and have incredible
sex after they've been with me. I bet most do. I would think that the
fact that he's probably fantasizing about me while fucking her shouldn't
matter to her as she won't know the real reason why their love life
suddenly got jump started.
So it was when it came to how I felt after reading Kristina's letter for
like the tenth time. Why was she worried about me? As she'd said so
herself, it's not like the odds were that he would ever meet me so it was
all harmless fantasy regardless of how naughty it may have become. Was
she so insecure that she couldn't stand up against the competition when
she held all the cards? Heck, I don't mind when my husband has sex with
other women let alone just fantasizing about them. I know he loves me
and wants me more than anyone else so why would I be concerned because he
is banging another woman? It's just sex after all.
That's when the backlash struck me. Who was this fat bitch to tell me
who I could and couldn't interact with on-line? What nerve did she have
to send this pathetic letter to me and tell me to butt out of their
lives? Just because she couldn't turn him on the way I could, why is
that my concern? As for giving her advice on how to attract him... yeah
right, like I was going to do anything of the sort. No, if anything I
was more determined than ever to entice Spencer. Indeed, I'd show her!
What had been a game until now became a mission. Kristina made a serious
error in judgment when she sent me that e-mail only she didn't know it
yet... but I had anything to say about she would.
Chapter 6 - Pushing Too Far?
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It took longer than ever before - almost four weeks in fact, but just as
I knew he would Spencer was back in touch, pleading for forgiveness for
ignoring me and attaching a number of naughty photos demonstrating his
lust for me over Kristina. Mmmmmmm, I have to say that his wonderful
dick looked so good when he was hard!
Spencer made no mention of Kristina so I had to assume she hadn't told
him that she'd written. I never bothered to answer her back although I
must have mentally written responded to her a hundred times. Sometimes
it's just better to say nothing.
Well, if I was going to get serious about this, now was the time. I
stood in front of the mirror naked except for a pair of four inch pumps
and snapped a few pics of me in various poses, including one I loved in
particular of me bent over at the waist with my legs straight, my butt
facing the camera with my shaved pussy in full view between my legs with
two fingers pushed inside. Spencer had been begging for nudes of me and
if I was going to make him the first to get them, then they'd better be
good.
His response was immediate and intense. God, he barely had them for ten
minutes before my e-mail chimed and there it was, a video of his
wonderfully hard dick spurting all over me while I listened to him
describe how much he wanted me more than Kristina and how he'd done
nothing but think about me in the past few weeks despite his best
efforts.
I had two objectives in mind for Spencer, one involving Brenda and the
other Kristina. For his fiance I wanted him to cum in her bra and
panties which meant getting them in the first place. For his mother I
wanted him to become bolder in exposing himself to her. Not to the point
of her actually seeing it but as close as he dared.
Having crossed the line, what was the point now in me holding back? The
only thing was the price for Spencer was steep but I knew that Spencer
would do anything for another shot of me nude, for another glimpse of my
wet pussy. Like any economic situation where a market is dominated by
one supplier, the price skyrocketed...
The Kristina part was actually the most difficult mainly because they
didn't live together and so there were fewer opportunities. It also
didn't help that now she was aware of his feelings for me and no doubt
was keeping a much closer eye on him - and her underwear.
Spencer was a horny 22 year-old guy which means he found a way. Somehow
he managed to sneak off with her bra and panties, masturbating several
times in one day so as to literally soak them with sperm. He was aptly
rewarded with a photo of me masturbating as I watched him cumming on her
underwear.
Getting Spencer to betray the love and trust of his fiance was simple.
It was no different than when a married guy contacts me and next thing
you know he's betraying his family's trust. They all contact me because
they are missing something in their lives that the woman who SHOULD be
giving it to them either can't or won't. I'm being kind - I'd say 99% of
the time it's because she won't. ALL men have needs and many of them
don't handle the frustration of a sexless (or less sexual than they wish
it was) relationship well. All I have to do is give them the
opportunity. It's not like I seek them out and force them to do
anything. In some ways I feel like I perform a community service. If it
wasn't for me would they be seeking out someone to meet and actually
commit adultery? If they couldn't release their feelings to me, would
they cave in someday to their lust and molest their unwilling daughter?
No, getting Spencer to tell the truth about his feelings for Kristina was
easy. It was his mother that became the bigger challenge and the more
daring it required, the hornier it made ME for him to do it. The prize I
offered must have motivated him though - photos of me with a dildo
fucking myself. One way or another he was going to find a way to do it!
Spencer claimed the hard part (not his dick, the act of daring) was
getting the photos to prove he'd done what I demanded. I could
understand that as how do you explain to your mom that you want to take a
picture of your dick behind her back? Still, since he'd done it once he
could find a way to do it again - at least he would if he wanted to see
me licking the dildo after I'd masturbated with it.
It was Spencer who came up with the solution - clever horny boy! He
somehow managed to set up his phone to give a view of his mother's work
area. All he had to do was wait for the right opportunity when it was
just the two of them and she was engrossed in her work on the computer.
To be fair, I had to understand that such a situation probably wasn't the
easiest to set in motion but that didn't keep me from teasing him and
pushing him.
Then it finally came - the video I'd been waiting for most of all. I
opened the file and started watching. The first images were of him
setting up the phone but then he pulled away and I could see his mom
working across the room again. He was wearing a pair of loose grey
shorts and a t-shirt but otherwise barefoot. He turned the camera down
to his crotch and there he had his dick out, stroking it with one hand as
his mom worked on across the room totally oblivious. God, all she had to
do was turn around suddenly to ask him a question and there was no way he
could react in time to keep her from seeing what he was doing!
Back and forth the camera angle went, first on his mom and then back to
his dick. He must have been super horny as it only took a few minutes
before he was cumming all over his hand. OMG, it even spurted out onto
his legs and I figured some of it must have landed on the carpeting. He
quickly stuffed it into his shorts but that just created a wet spot in
the crotch. Just when I thought he couldn't get any more naughty, he got
up and walked across the room to his mom and put his hand on her upper
back and said something about dinner and such. In doing so some the cum
on his hand remained on her blouse! That was the final shot but by that
time I was soaking wet!
Spencer seemed to really get off from it as well as during our next chat
it was all he could talk about. He seemed more anxious for me to say how
much it turned me on than anything. I told him that I'd masturbated
while watching it several times. It wasn't true (I only did once) but
then did it matter? He ended up sending me another tribute to me and his
mom minutes later, using one of her bras that he seemed to keep on hand
these days for just such times.
Now what? I'd never actually had anything like this happen before. Oh
sure I've had some guys do some pretty wild things, even videoing
themselves cumming on their sleeping daughters. Still, nothing was
comparable to where Spencer was heading. This last video, where his mom
was fully awake and just a quick turn from catching him masturbating, had
me wondering where this was leading.
It wasn't long before I found out. This time it started out as before
with him stroking himself as his mom worked away clueless in the
background. This time though, he stuffed his erection in his shorts.
being he wasn't wearing underwear, it poked out in an obvious manner but
he didn't seem to care. Walking over behind his mom, he stood squarely
behind her and put one hand on her shoulder as the other pulled out this
dick from the side of his shorts.
As for what happened next, if I hadn't see it on video I would never have
believed him if he had just told me. As he talked to his mom he
masturbated himself, stroking his dick and occasionally straightening up
to lean in closer to her so it oppressed in tight against her. OMG, how
could she NOT feel it against her back? They talked and she would
gesture about something on the monitor, totally oblivious to her son
masturbating behind her back.
Finally he put his dick away and walked back towards the camera. OMG,
the front of his shorts were dark with his cum. He must have pushed it
back in just as he came, soaking the crotch with his own sperm! Grinning
at me, he showed me his hand where I saw strands of cum and then he did
something very few men have ever done for me - he licked it off, all with
dear old mom sitting across the room working away as if nothing had
happened. Wow, if she only knew!
After that I almost felt guilty. Was I pushing him too far? As I've
often said, I never really want the guys I chat with to get in trouble.
A few risks are OK but Spencer was going way beyond the normal
boundaries.
As I said, I ALMOST felt guilty...
Chapter 7 - Crossing the Line
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After masturbating behind his mom's back I didn't hear anything from
Spencer for more than a week which surprised me considering how excited
he'd been when we chatted later that day. My first thoughts were that
maybe he had finally realized just how dangerously close he'd come to
being caught and decided to back down. Then I wondered if maybe he HAD
been caught in another such episode. Heck, there was always the
possibility that she HAD known what he was doing but waited to confront
him until later rather than embarrassing him by catching him in the act.
When I finally saw his e-mail in my Inbox, I have to admit my heart was
pounding. What would it say? Had he done anything new? Could he
possibly top what he'd done last? Most of all, was everything OK? Well,
nothing could have prepared me for what was waiting for me. As so often
seems the case, reality trumped fantasy.
The e-mail was HUGE; it must have taken him forever to write. Boiling it
down, here's what had happened a couple of days before...
Spencer had returned to his mother's bedroom for another round of cum on
his mom's clothes with the intent of doing another tribute for me. The
house was empty except for him so he'd undressed in his room and gone
into her room stark naked. It was a little more dangerous in that if
anyone was to pull in the driveway he would have to run back to his room
without being seen but it was that extra element of danger that helped
turn him on all the more.
What happened next was interesting but didn't surprise me in the least.
My mom once told me that men have two heads and only enough blood to run
one at a time. Oh so true! When a man gets an erection it's like his
brain ceases to function along with most of the safety interlocks in his
consciousness. Like how many guys have told me they get caught after
they masturbate because they forget to close a window or leave out the
evidence? It's no wonder they fall asleep after sex, it's Mother
Nature's way of protecting them from doing harm to themselves until the
brain wrests control back from his dick!
So anyway, Spencer was sitting naked on the edge of the bed jerking off
using one of his mother's more lacy bras. Seeing the choices he made in
the past when it came to which of her bras he preferred to cum on, he
seemed to lean towards the more sexy ones. He'd told me once that he'd
never imagined that his mother actually wore anything like those. Those,
along with the dildos he found in her drawer, were the inspiration for
buckets of cum-filled episodes in her bedroom!
As I said, two heads... one allowance of blood. It must have been one
of his more intense moments with his erect dick demanding all the blood
while it remained firmly in control of situation as he never noticed the
shadow at the doorway...
"Just as I thought," his mother said softly but firmly.
Instantly Spencer tried to react but there was no place to go and nothing
to hide himself with other than her bra. Without thinking, he used the
bra to cover his erection as he sat there on the bed with both hands over
his crotch. As I read his description of the situation, I almost laughed
at the mental image. It reminded me of a time when I was babysitting and
I walked in a boy's bedroom while he was jerking off using his sister's
panties. Similar situation... same reaction.
"Well don't stop now, as close as you are you may as well finish," she
said rather matter-of-factly with her arms crossed.
Of course it wasn't nearly that easy for Spencer. Another case where
fantasy meets reality and it turns out the actual results are quite what
the imagined ones were. For instance, I had to wonder how many times
he'd masturbated thinking of this exact scenario? But then I'm sure in
every one the story line went something along the lines of where she
immediately stripped and sat on his dick or something equivalent. Well,
now she was actually there but she wasn't undressing and kneeling to suck
his dick like she was supposed to!
"C'mon Spencer, do you really think I don't know what you've been doing
lately?" she asked. Her tone was gentle but Spencer was too traumatized
to say anything.
Interestingly, but not surprising to me, his dick stayed fully erect. I
say not surprisingly because I remember way back when I was fourteen and
Steve and I had only been having sex for a few months. Sure, he'd had
plenty of other girls before me but he was the only guy so far for me and
it was like I couldn't get enough of his dick in me. We were doing it in
the basement of his house one day when everyone was supposed to be gone
but right in the middle of things his mother interrupted us. Just as
Spencer described to me how his erection refused to budge, so it was with
Steve's dick inside of me. Yes, he stopped humping me at the sight of
his mother but he didn't pull out or even give a hint at deflation. If
anything, every few moments he would instinctively pump me just once as
if he couldn't control himself.
"You know Spencer, I was OK with the panties, maybe even the bras, but
now you've pretty much ruined a few of my favorite blouses," she said
with a soft smile that blunted her words. "I was going to say something
the other day when you pulled that stunt in the family room but I figured
sooner or later I'd catch you."
Spencer just sat there, unable to move or say anything. Then to his
horror, as if it had a mind of its own, his hand jerked his dick as it
gripped him through the bra. His mother didn't say anything about it but
she couldn't have missed it.
"I tell you what, I'm going to take a shower so you finish up before I
get done. Then we're going to have a talk, OK?" she more or less
demanded and then added, "Oh and PLEASE, put my bra in the laundry and
not back in my drawer when you're done. That's really not cute."
With that she turned and left. Spencer, being a 22 year-old horny male,
did what any other 22 year-old male would do in this exact situation - he
finished jerking off! Whether it was his overactive imagination or a
reaction to the erotic nature of the situation, when he finally came he
groaned loudly and spurted a HUGE load of sperm leaving a slimy mess in
both of the bra cups. It was like once he started ejaculating the loads
would never stop!
Now that he'd cum it was like reality set in. back yet again to the two
head analogy. It's like after a man cums and the blood rushed back to
his brain, THAT's when he realizes what was going on when he was too
engrossed with making himself cum. Oh my god, his mother had caught him!
More than that, she hadn't yelled at him, well other than to tell him put
the used bra in the laundry when he was finished. OK, so it wasn't quite
up to the level of his fantasies, but it wasn't the disaster he'd always
feared might result if he'd been caught.
Not really knowing what else to do, he dropped the violated bra in her
hamper this time and walked slowly back to his room. As he got dressed
he wondered what his mother would say when she was finished cleaning up.
As it turned out, she said the one thing he least wanted to hear -
nothing. Even if she had yelled at him it would've been better than
leaving him hanging as if nothing had happened. She had said she was
going to have a talk with him but when she came out of the shower she was
wearing a long cotton robe as she passed his open bedroom door and then
she shut the door to her bedroom behind her. Not a word...
That night it was just her and him for supper and throughout the entire
meal Brenda chatted about her day at work and such, never once making any
reference at all to the recent events. Poor Spencer was on pins and
needles the entire meal, waiting for that moment when she would suddenly
lower the boom but that moment never came.
That night when he was ready for bed, his mother appeared at the bedroom
door. She was wearing the red satin pajamas Spencer and his brother had
chipped in together to buy her last Christmas.
"Here, use these and when you're done, just ask me for some more," she
said matter-of-factly as she took her hand from behind her back and
offered him a pair of panties and a matching bra, "At least this way you
won't ruin my expensive ones and my drawer doesn't reek of old cum."
Spencer automatically held out his hand without a word but the curiosity
in his expression spoke volumes.
"Good grief Spencer, get over it," she huffed, rolling her eyes, 'Do you
somehow think you're the first boy to do something like this? I guess
you don't know that your older brother started doing the same thing when
he was fourteen for goodness sakes. But then he was a panties guy."
Now THAT revelation really surprised Spencer. His brother had certainly
never mentioned anything like that to him but then he was four years
older and they didn't exactly talk about personal things, let alone their
masturbation practices.
Brenda laughed a little saying, "Where did you ever get the idea to put
my things back in the drawer when you were done? Do you have ANY idea
how horrible your junk smells after a day or so? I knew from the first
time what you were doing. All I had to do was open the drawer and the
odor hit me like a truck."
"And you don't mind?" he finally blurted out.
Brenda paused for a moment, considering her words carefully. "It's just
a phase I think most boys go through when it comes to their mothers. Ok,
so you're a bit of a late bloomer but it's sort of nice to know I can
still excite a young guy. After all, it's not like I'm exactly a sixteen
year-old teenager anymore."
"Oh mom, you're beautiful!" Spencer blurted out before he realized what
he was saying.
"Well you're not so bad yourself," she said suddenly grinning. 'damn,
I'd love to know where you got that monster from, certainly not your
father."
Spencer blushed. Listening to his mother compare his dick to his
father's wasn't exactly something he was accustomed to hearing.
"Seriously," she went on, "You're hung! Oh yeah, you're going to make
Kristina one happy girl someday."
With that she left him after which he immediately made use of one of the
bras she'd left him. he was so hard after what she'd just done and said
it didn't take long before he was spraying cum all over it. Indeed, the
events of that day changed Spencer's relationship with his mother in ways
he'd never dreamed could be possible. It didn't hurt that typically it
was just the two of them in the house as his older brother had moved out
and his father travelled for his work more than half the time, Even when
his dad wasn't traveling he all but lived at his work office.
The first set of underwear she gave him barely lasted a week and that was
using each of them twice or even three times before he dutifully dumped
them in the hamper. At first it was awkward to ask his mother for a new
set of panties and bras. Sure she'd told him to ask but he put it off as
long as possible until the set she had first loaned him was practically
saturated with sperm. She smiled at him as she went to her drawer to
pick out a few new sets saying, "Now don't wait so long next time, OK?
Damn, I don't know if I'm ever going to get those last ones clean again."
All this time Spencer was still chatting with me, letting me know each
day how things were going. While at first he was excited about his new
relationship with his mom, at the same time I noted a growing sense of
disappointment. It was like now that his mother knew what he was doing -
and even approved of it and encouraged him, it was like it wasn't as hot
to do it anymore. Sure he still did daily tributes for me using her
photos and others of me and Kristina, but the edge seemed to be missing.
I didn't hear that same sense of lust and urgency in his voice as he
masturbated, almost like it was being something mechanical.
As his frustration became more and more pronounced, finally during one of
our chats I challenged him, asking him to tell me what he really wanted.
The response was short and sweet. "Fuck her."
I paused at the keyboard and finally wrote back, "Then why not do it?"
The screen remained blank for what seemed to be hours although it was
just a few minutes. Finally an even shorter answer appeared.
"OK."
That was it. Just one brief word and he dropped off-line leaving me to
wonder where this was all going. It was both excited and frightened all
at the same time. Excited because I wondered just how far his mother was
ready to take this. Frightened for the same reason - what if she decided
enough was enough and started asking too many questions about where he
was getting all these crazy ideas from?
I didn't hear anything from Spencer for over two days and then one night
he popped up on Yahoo! Instant Messenger. It was one of those
proverbial good news/bad news things. To summarize a two hour chat,
here's what went down...
The good news is that Spencer's mom actually is a little more freaky than
I'd imagined. Apparently all those toys she keeps besides her bed were
used frequently when his dad was away while the sexy lingerie was
reserved for when her wayward husband was home. While she never openly
allowed him to see her, a few times he'd heard her getting vocal as she
masturbated and when she would leave the room to go to the bathroom the
dildo would be left out on the bed for anyone to see that might be
walking by - which was only one other person.
Spencer saw Brenda for the first time in her lingerie when she came into
the bathroom when he was brushing his teeth. She apologized as if she
hadn't known he was in there but she didn't seem to be in a hurry to
leave as he got an eyeful of his mother as he'd never seen her before.
The bad news was that while she was OK with pushing the line ever higher,
that didn't mean she was ready to cross it. Apparently in her view of
the world, it's one thing to encourage and enable your son's fantasies,
another to actually take part in them. I guess when you think about it
long enough it sort of makes sense, especially for someone involved in a
religion as conservative as hers. Yet no matter how strict the tenants
of the church may be for some, it doesn't change basic biology and the
needs that arise. If anything I had to give her credit for her balancing
act as not many mothers in her position would have been so understanding.
I can't imagine any teenage boy that doesn't masturbate a couple of times
a day and at 22, Spencer was surely still in daily category, probably
even more often when he was especially horny. As his mother and having
already dealt with one son that had gone through a similar phase, Brenda
had to be aware of Spencer's issues. From what I could tell, until he
started talking to me and escalating things she more or less just ignored
him. Actually I think that is how all moms should deal with their son's
needs. Why parents try to make their kids feel guilty when they react to
one of the most basic instincts they have is totally beyond me -
especially when odds are they're doing the very same thing!
It's amazing to me how many guys tell me that they use to play with their
mother's underwear. Most of them tell me they either just look at it or
smell it. A small percentage admit to trying it on - including things
like pantyhose in addition to the bras and panties. It's a REALLY small
percentage that actually go as far as to cum on it. Whether it's out of
fear of being caught or whatever else, they just don't do it. I guess it
could be maybe that they don't even think about doing it.
Finally, almost none of them admit to going the route Spencer has taken
recently - putting the cum-soaked clothing back for his mom to wear. I
could appreciate her earlier comments. Old cum really stinks! I know
when I come home from a date or party with cum on my clothes, no matter
how tired I may be I always make sure I at least put them in the sink to
soak. While I may LOVE fresh cum, it's like milk only it goes sour a LOT
faster.
Apparently that's why Brenda got to the point where she felt forced to
make a decision. Knowing her son was masturbating for the past ten years
or so was something she simply accepted. Her son was reacting to his
hormones like any other typical male. It was when her good clothes
started to stink of cum that she knew she had to do something or spend a
fortune on dry cleaning. It wasn't TOO bad when he started out cumming
on her panties. It's not like his cum was the only thing that needed to
be washed out of the crotch.
When Spencer took my prodding and progressed to her bras and then to her
clothes and even her purse, that was a whole different story. She
started worrying about her friends smelling old cum at lunch and either
raising some uncomfortable questions or worse, starting the gossip. That
was when she realized things had gone far enough.
In some ways I felt empathy for Brenda. It's not like she came from a
supporting family such as mine where dealing with such issues would've
been easy. Growing up I wasn't actually involved sexually with my
parents but I certainly felt comfortable discussing such issues with
them. Poor Brenda had no one she could talk to about it. Knowing the
religious constraints she faced, I could just imagine what her friends
would have said if such a topic was even raised in conversation, let
alone deal with anything specific. Practically living alone thanks to
her husband's job with just her youngest son had to be difficult as it
was and then to have all the recent events on top of all that? Wow!
Brenda told Spencer that it wasn't just the clothing issue that caused
her to reveal what she knew. Back when he had approached her when she
was working on the computer and poked out his dick and touched her with
it from behind, Spencer was convinced that his mom didn't have any idea
what he was doing. Oh contraire! She finally let him know that she'd
seen him in the reflection of the monitor and was fully aware of what he
was doing. Evidently she was so astonished at his second blatant move
that she couldn't think of anything to say or do other than to ignore him
and pretend she didn't know what was going on behind her.
So anyway, after Spencer had left me with his cryptic one word reply he
waited until his mother was in the shower. The shower had semi-frosted
glass doors, the type with large bands of frosted glass alternating with
thinner bands of clear glass. It was sufficient to provide privacy but
not so much as a shower curtain or full-frosted glass would've provided.
You could see that someone was in there, just no details. Sort of like
the new airport scanners I guess you could say. At the same time, the
person taking the shower could see anyone outside and if they got close
to the glass, even see them clearly.
Spencer has already stripped in his bedroom and then waited outside the
bathroom door for the shower doors to shut. Instinctively his hand went
to his hard dick, stroking it without even realizing at first what he was
doing. Giving time for her to get in and get started, he boldly made his
move and opened the door, walking into the bathroom stark naked with his
already erect dick leading the way.
Brenda, hearing her son enter, called out to tell him to wait until she
was finished with her shower or at least use the other bathroom if he
couldn't hold it, apparently thinking he need to urinate. Instead, he
leaned back against the sink and started to jerk off as he watched the
fuzzy image of his naked mother in the shower.
At that point she must have peered through one of the clear glass strips
and seen what he was doing because she called out, "Oh Spencer, what are
you doing?" It was a rhetorical question as it must have been obvious.
"Mom, I want to take a shower with you," was his response.
I had to wonder what I would've done if I'd been in her shoes. If it was
me with my future son I would hope that it would be an easy solution but
she was in a totally different space. No matter how she might
rationalize it Brenda had to know that allowing her naked son to join her
in the shower would lead to more than just washing each other's backs.
"No Spencer," she responded firmly, "That wouldn't be appropriate and you
know it. Do what you need to do but stay there."
The wording is what he told me so whether or not she said it in exactly
those words I had to take his word for it. Assuming he had it right, I
couldn't help but smile to myself. Like all the things that Spencer had
been doing so far were "appropriate". heck, all the stuff she'd done to
enable and encourage his sexual fantasies weren't quite "appropriate", at
least not from her church's perspective.
Spencer tried pleading with her and at one point even started to push the
door to the side but she stopped him and told him sternly that he
couldn't come in with her and she wasn't getting out until he left.
Brenda wasn't dealing with a rationale human being at that point.
Indeed, there's nothing sane or rational about a young guy jerking off
lusting for someone close to him. His little head was now consuming so
much blood that his big head was all but useless.
Spencer refused to take no for an answer and pleaded with his mother to
let him in but she held her ground. Finally he changed tactics and asked
if he could just watch her.
Brenda was undoubtedly more than aware of what happens when a guy gets
into the sort of condition that her son was in. She was alone in the
house with a horny male that was much taller and stronger than she was so
the concern had to be there as to what he might do if she continued to
refuse him totally. With that in mind, I suppose what she agreed to do
only made sense.
Directing the shower head towards the far wall, Brenda opened the door
which allowed Spencer to see his mother naked for the very first time. I
could only imagine how his dick must have swollen even more as his
fantasy woman turned real.
"Now remember, you can watch but that's ALL," she reminded him.
What I would've given to be a fly on the wall after that! God, to watch
Spencer jerking off as he watched his mother shower would've been
incredibly hot!
There was little to wonder when it came to how Spencer was feeling but I
had to wonder about Brenda. To be naked in front of her son while he
jerked off had to be extremely erotic and at the same time a little
embarrassing. It wasn't like she was accustomed to flaunting herself in
front of people. From the family pics he had sent me and looking at her
FaceBook page, she dressed quite conservatively at all times - no
cleavage, upper leg, etc. I didn't see one outfit with bare shoulders or
a skirt above the knees.
According to Spencer, seeing his naked mother showering was the hottest
thing he'd ever seen - hotter than any porn video he'd ever watched and
apparently he'd seen a lot. She wasn't the best looking, didn't have the
most firm body anymore, her boobs weren't the biggest nor was her ass as
tight as someone younger. All that said she had the only thing that
counted - she was his MOM and that trumped everything.
It's too bad that Brenda didn't chat with me as I'd of loved to get her
perspective on what happening then. According to her son, she made no
effort to hide herself and if anything, almost flaunted her wet nude body
to her son. He said she kept her eyes closed most of the time but when
they were open they were focused on his raging erection. How much of
that was wishful thinking on his part and how much was reality I'll never
know for sure as all I have is his version of events.
The part that I questioned the most is when Spencer claimed that she
started to masturbate by rubbing her pussy with one hand while leaning
back against the shower wall facing him so he got the best view.
Frankly, I was amazed at how far things had gone up until then and this
would've been a bridge too far in my book. Then again, she obviously
didn't mind showing herself naked to her son and I know watching a man
masturbate while watching me gets me really horny so who's to say she
didn't feel the same?
As we continued to chat about all this I found myself wondering where
this would end up. Would Brenda eventually be overcome by her own lust
and invite her more than willing son to join her in the shower? What if
she left the shower and finished him off, either with her hand or her
mouth. At the extreme - would she leave the shower and escort him to her
bed? While my imagination was running overtime, in my heart I really
couldn't see her succumbing and as it turned out my gut was right as
usual.
Spencer claimed he lasted ten to fifteen minutes before cumming but I
tend to believe that was more than a little bit of exaggeration. While
it might have SEEMED that way to him I just couldn't believe he could
hold out that long under the circumstances. When he did cum he said that
he just shot out in front of him all over the bathroom. Some of it may
have made it to the shower but he didn't think any landed on his mother.
"Well I hope you feel better now. I think that's enough for one night,
don't you?" she said to him after he'd finished.
Spencer said he went back to his room where soon he was hard and was
stroking yet again but this time recalling his mother's naked form.
Later, when she was finished with her own shower (I wondered if she
finished herself as well?) she stopped by his room, this time without the
robe, naked with a towel around her wet hair. She didn't enter his room
but rather just stood there so he could see her outlined in the hallway
light.
She must have given it some thought in the bathroom although who knows,
maybe it was all planned out by her ahead of time. In any case, at that
point Brenda explained the new ground rules to her son. He could WATCH
her anytime he wanted but no touching - by either of them. In return he
had to restrict his masturbation activities to the panties and bras she
gave him - no more ruining her good things and especially no more on her
outfits and accessories. She was especially firm when it came to any
sort of photos or videos, including any more "tributes".
Finally, her last condition in return for allowing her son the privilege
of seeing her naked and even when she masturbated with her toys... no
more chatting with me. Apparently she felt I was a bad influence on him
and while she could deal with everything I'd led him to do so far she
didn't want to see where it would lead. She was also concerned about his
fiance - her future daughter-in-law. None of this could ever be told to
her and the less he chatted with me, the better the odds were that it
wouldn't, at least in her eyes.
Fortunately for me she did grant him the OK to chat with me one last time
to explain all this to me. I guess she figured better I know than try to
dig more into their family situation and find out for myself.
Like he really had a choice to make when it came time to accept her
conditions. So that was it... no more Spencer! I had to admit I was
disappointed but he'd left me with quite a legacy of tributes, letters
and chats. I'll always wonder what his mother eventually allowed,
especially now that she didn't have to worry about him broadcasting it to
the entire world.
Chapter 8 - Later...
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Just when I thought I'd heard the last of Spencer, this appeared in my
In-Box one day out of the blue. Spencer explained to me that he was now
chatting with other people although not getting into a "relationship"
with them as he had with me. I figured she must have been responding to
what he'd told her about some of what he'd been chatting about, including
one of his favorite fantasies about how he wanted to do a threesome with
another guy and Kristina.
Dear Kelly,
I know it's been over a month since we spoke, but I really wanted to
share this with you. I had told you that Kristina had become more
sensual with me, and here is proof. This is the fantasy she wrote and
sent me about how she imagines our first night.
Enjoy :)Spencer
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Oh really?! You mean he likes imagining me undoing his pants, sliding
them to the floor and me slowly coming back up kissing his stomach,
chest, neck, and finally his mouth as I sway my hips back and forth
against your behind me and feel your penis go hard against me?
But now imagine that you want me so much that you do the same to me.
Your body is aching to get inside me, so it gets as close as it can get.
You quickly pull my shirt over my head and burrow your head into my chest
and kiss all of the breast that is exposed. You then lovingly but
urgently start to undo my pants as well. As you slide them to the floor
you kiss my stomach and bellybutton and then slowly come back up and kiss
me full on the lips and press me up against the wall. Our bodies are
only separated by the thinnest of materials and as your hips start to rub
up against me again I can feel everything and it is turning me on.
Everything you do to me is increasing my pleasure. Finally you walk us
over to the bed and push me back against it as you take your rightful
place on top of me. We continue just kissing for several moments,
enjoying the embrace and the feel of the skin of the other. But we want
each other far too much to be content with that. Involuntarily,
instinctively, I start to rock against your pelvis, your penis pressing
hard against me through the thin material of our shorts and underwear -
the only barrier to our sexes. Wrapping your arms around the back of my
shoulders you growl low, seductively, quietly, right into my ear. "Your
man wants you, Kristina, he wants to be inside of you."
You stick your tongue into my ear and lap it around, touching all the
inside before moving and swirling around the soft tissue and sensitive
hair of my outer ear. I moan and hold you tight to me saying, "Oh, I
want you, Spencer, your Kristina wants you!"
My moans turn you on, exciting you all the more, telling you I enjoy your
loving ministrations. You re-position yourself slightly higher on my
body. As You press into me again, now with more speed and power behind
each thrust, I gasp and place my hands behind you, pulling you into me
with each thrust and occasionally spanking you.
Slowing down, you plant you lips against mine and press, pushing me hard
into the bed. You press into me as I growl myself and spank you again.
Shoving your tongue into my mouth, you run it between my upper teeth and
lip, eliciting another gasp as I feverishly hump my hips against you,
again driving your shaft hard against me.
"Naughty girl!" You grin as I smile seductively, naughtily, "innocently"
up at you.
"Just for you!" I reply.
Grinning, you move slower, more deliberately against me.
"Yes...," you breath out, "all for me."
Suddenly you wrap my arms around my torso and roll over, bringing you to
your back on the bed with me straddling you, sitting with my nether lips
spread open by your hard penis.
"Ooooh!" I cry happily, smiling down at you "I can feel you so much...
Does my Spencer like this?" I ask as I rub against you and stroke my body
up and down your full length.
"Oh! Oh yesssssss!" Is all you can say, the pleasure is so intense.
When you roll your head back in ecstasy I dive, nibbling and kissing all
around your neck and upper chest.
"Oh Kristina, you ARE naughty!"
You pull me up high enough that my neck lies at your face. Reaching down
you slip my hands into my shorts, feeling the texture of the lace panties
I had put on for you.
"Mmmmmmm, I love you so much." you declare as you knead my buttocks,
slapping occasionally with varying degrees of strength.
Finally you can't stand it anymore. You turn us around, landing me
against the bed again, your hands still inside my lace underwear. You
push my legs together and forcefully rip my shorts and panties off, all
the way down my legs. You bring your hands back up my legs, pressing
them softly all the way up until your hand reach and lightly dances
across my pubic area in tantalizing ways. After a minute or so you
finally just grab it and kneed it as hard as you can. I gasp with
pleasure as this never before touched part of my body is fondled and
petted.
"You like that?" you say to me.
"Oh yes!" I moan.
You then straddle me, moving your hands up my waist, and up to my
breasts. You take my bra covered breasts and start squeezing and
massaging them. Then lovingly you come down and kiss me again.
"You like them Spencer?" I say, referring to my breasts, "They are all
yours."
A growl escapes your throat as you push my bra aside and expose my bare
breasts to your sight.
"Oh Kristina, you are so beautiful," you whisper.
You just stare down at my naked body with love and desire.
"Spencer, I am yours, all yours," I whisper back.
Your pelvis once again involuntarily starts to rock back and forth.
"That's it!" you moan, "I need to be inside you!"
I completely agree and seductively I respond "let me help you," as I put
my hands inside your shorts and underwear and feel your warm, smooth
bottom.
With slow deliberate motions I slip the last of your clothing off,
exposing your penis to my view for the first time. It is hard, and
pointed straight at me. I want you so much that I can't even make a joke
about the fact that I can see that you want me. Instead of bringing my
hands back up to your bottom, I lovingly, but hesitantly touch the skin
of your penis, rubbings its length up and down with my fingers.
Your face is one of pure pleasure and sexual gratification. "Oh
Kristina. That feels so good."
"It will feel even better inside of me" I naughtily tell you.
"That's it!" you reply, suddenly coming crashing down on me, kissing me
furiously!
Our lips are inseparable Our skin is warm with our desire and lust for
the other, our hearts are beating fast, and we can feel the naked body of
the other against our own. Your penis is just lying against my pubic
area, but that is not where I want it. I want it to be inside of my
body. I tell you so and your pelvis begins to rock against mine in new
and wonderful ways. Oh wow, we're thrusting against each other now with
nothing to separate us. I can feel you, all of you, your penis is
touching me!
"Oh Spencer!" I moan! "Put it inside me, put it inside me!"
"my pleasure" you reply.
You then lift my legs up, spread them wide so that you can see the
opening to my love chamber. You lovingly stroke me there first,
exploring this new part of my body.
"Wow" you softly proclaim. "This is actually happening. I am touching
the sacred parts of my new wife's body, and she loves me for it. This is
right and good for me to do. And only I get to do this to her. Me, only
me. And she loves me so much that she lets me do this to her and
actually wants me to."
While you're thinking and touching me I giggle, "Hehe, Spencer! You just
made me orgasm!"
"Really?!" you reply.
"Well yeah! There is kind of a lot of nerves down there and you are
messing with all of them when you touch and rub me that way."
That's probably a good thing though, because now I am even more
lubricated and can think clearly to help this go as smooth as possible.
"True" you reply. "Kristina, are you ready? I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't" I lovingly tell you. "Let's just go slow and see how it
turns out."
So you do. You align your penis up with my vaginal opening and slowly
begin to move forward. This is so exciting for the both of us but both
of us are extremely nervous as well. After a couple tries it finally
starts to make its way in. The feeling is a strange sensation of
pleasure and discomfort at the same time but all I know is that I don't
want you to stop. I want your penis ALL the way in me! I'm gasping for
breath as I suddenly realize I've been forgetting to breath.
Then, as it starts to slide father in I begin to relax and moan. "Oh!" I
repeatedly cry out.
"Are you doing okay, my love? Are you in pain?"
I laugh a little. "Not really sure, it hurts so good!"
This is such a relief to you that you start to chuckle as well. At last,
you are in. We just lay there for a moment enjoying being as close as we
can possibly get to the other. You kiss me tenderly and I look up into
your loving eyes.
"I love you" we both whisper to the other, smiles glowing on each of our
faces.
You move without thinking about it and this creates pleasurable
sensations for both of us. Once again we begin to sway and hump each
other. You move back and begin to thrust your penis deeper and deeper
inside of me, moving and rubbing your penis back and forth against my
vagina.
"Oh Spencer, oh Spencer!"
"What my love?" you seductively reply.
"Harder, harder, give it to me!"
My words turn you on as nothing ever has before, and you are in a lustful
frenzy as you willingly oblige and feverishly begin humping your penis
inside of me.
"You like that my Kristina? You like the feeling of your man being
inside you?"
My body responds for me as a series of muscle contractions squeeze tight
against your penis as I climax in an orgasm. Your eyes nearly roll
inside your head as the pressure against your sensitive penis engulfs you
in waves of pleasure. Your body can't hold it in anymore either, and
your body orgasms and semen ejaculates out of your penis, sending strange
sensations inside of me. We lay there tired, limp, and in an afterglow
of ecstasy
"We did it" I pant.
"Oh yeah" you respond. You slowly pull out and we just lay there on the
bed looking up at the ceiling with wonder and awe of the act we just
preformed. We look at each other.
"We just made love," you say in disbelief.
"Hehe, yeah we did!" I giggle.
"Oh, Kristina I love you."
"And I love you, Spencer, my dear sweet husband <3."
THE END
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