After I found out that my son and his friends spent time online together chatting with women -- especially older women, watching the women on webcams and masturbating, I decided to go online and join them. Of course, I did this anonymously. During my first two sessions, I learned several things.
First, I learned that my son's friends thought I was hot. They enjoyed seeing me come home from work wearing skirts and hosiery, loved looking at my legs, and tried to look up my skirts. I found this very exciting.
Second, I learned that my son had taken a somewhat revealing picture of my getting out of my car and had shared it with his friends. I also learned that the guys, including my son, had masturbated and came on my picture.
Third, I learned it was very exciting to watch these eighteen and nineteen-year-old guys masturbate. It was made even more exciting by the fact that they were masturbating as they fantasized about me -- as their friend's mother, at the same time they were online with me -- as an anonymous older woman.
Fourth, I learned it was very exciting to show them my nude body. Even though they did not know it, they were looking at the body they had dreamed of and masturbated over.
Fifth, it was VERY exciting for me to masturbate on cam for them and know that I was showing them something they would remember forever.
After my second online adventure, I knew that any lingering doubts I had had about going online with the guys had disappeared. After having an amazingly powerful orgasm, I knew I would spend much more time online with the guys. Even knowing that I might see my own son masturbating while he looked at my body excited me. All of these thoughts were in my mind when my son and I were eating breakfast a few days later.
"Mom," he asked, "is it okay if the guys come over to hang out after school today?"
"Of course," I said. "When have I ever said it was not okay for them to come over?"
"Well, I seem to remember a few times after we'd been 'acting up' as you said," he responded. "I promise we'll be good," he continued.
"I know you will be," I said, smiling. "Remember, your Dad is going to be out of town for the next few days for work, so you have to keep things under control."
"I know, he said, "we will."
I was smiling because I had an idea. After finishing breakfast, I went to get dressed for work. I took off the t-shirt and jogging shorts I usually wore to bed and picked out my skimpiest red bikini panties and matching bra. As I pulled the panties on, I noted that my curly hairs would be showing on the sides if I hadn't been waxed. I also noted that the bra left much of my cleavage exposed.
I looked through my lingerie drawer until I found a pair of sheer to waist nude pantyhose. Sitting on the edge of my bed, I slid the sheer hosiery up my legs until I reached my thighs and then stood so I could pull them on the rest of the way. Checking myself out in my full-length mirror, I noted that the pantyhose were almost invisible so my red panties were quite noticeable.
I went to my closet and got the dress I had decided to wear. It was a navy blue shirt dress that buttoned all the way up the front. Usually, I wore a slip under it because it had a tendency to have gaps between the buttons that opened a bit and, if someone was paying attention, he could see right under the dress. If the right gaps opened, my panties, or bra might be visible. I would have to be careful at work.
I was careful. A few times, I noticed that there were strategically opening gaps, but I was able to reposition myself so none of my office mates saw anything inappropriate. I was a little nervous and stressed by the end of the day, though.
Before I left the office, I unbuttoned several buttons on my dress. Usually, I would keep most buttoned, leaving only one or at most two open at the bottom and two open at the top. Before I left work, I undid another button which was not too much, but it could allow someone to see the curve of my breasts above my bra if they looked. I also unbuttoned several buttons at the bottom. Although the last button that remained fastened was only slightly above mid-thigh, the effect was quite amazing. It certainly showed off my legs.
I made one last adjustment. Lifting my skirt, I slid my hand under my pantyhose and panties and pulled up the material of my bikini panties so it slipped between my lips. I loved the feel of the silky material rubbing between my lips and on my clit. I began to feel myself getting excited and knew it was just a start.
On the way home, I stopped at the grocery store to pick up some snacks and drinks for the guys. As I walked through the store, I could feel my panties rubbing me and I became more and more excited.
Although I was able to get the refreshments to the car in the grocery cart, I knew I would not be able to carry a case of Coke and two bags of snacks into the house by myself. When I got home, I pulled into the driveway and honked my horn a few times. Finally, my son and a few of his friends came out. I yelled out the window "I got you guys some refreshments, if you want to help."
