During my recent online sessions with some of my son's friends, I found out that I was the object of many of their fantasies as a result of my not necessarily unintentional teasing. The boys, all eighteen and nineteen, had spent lots of afternoons hanging around our backyard swimming pool, which had become a neighborhood meeting place. I enjoyed the attention I received when I'd return home from work wearing my usual dress or suit and the hosiery I always wore, and learned during my online sessions that the boys enjoyed seeing me in hose.
Although I was alone when I left the boys during the online session when they both masturbated and came on camera as I watched, I did not make myself cum. After I signed off, I had planned on getting some sun before my husband and my son returned. I was about to put on my bathing suit when the phone rang.
"Hello?," I answered.
"Hi, Mrs. M, is Ricky home?" asked the voice on the other end.
I was taken aback. The voice belonged to one of my son's friends ...one of the friends I had just been chatting with online. One of the boys who had masturbated while I watched. A boy who just came for me!
"I'm afraid not," I said, "did he say he'd be back?"
"No," he said. "Tommy and I were fooling around and we wondered if he had come home."
"Sorry,: I said. "What kind of fooling around were you doing?," I asked, "anything I should worry about?" I laughed.
"N..," he stammered, "just a game he likes to play with us."
Thinking about the "game" they had played, I began to feel myself getting excited. Almost by itself, my hand slid down over my stomach and my fingertips slipped under the waist band of my bikini bottoms. As my fingertips slid lower, I could feel myself getting wet again.
"Do you know when he'll be home," he asked.
"Pretty late tonight, or tomorrow," I said.
As I talked to him, my hand continued its downward trip, and I touched my lips. Sliding over my clitoris, my finger reached the entrance to my sex and slid inside.
"Should he just call you tomorrow?," I asked, sliding first one finger, then another inside.
"Well, I guess so," he said. "We hope we can play the game again tomorrow and wanted to know if he can play. Quite a few of us guys may be playing."
That did it! The thought of giving a show for several boys – including my own son, frightened me, but at the same time it thrilled me. I'm not certain how long I held the phone to my ear as these thoughts swirled through my mind. I realized that my fingers were sliding in and out of me and I felt the oncoming sensation begin to overtake me. Trying to control my breathing, I continued to finger myself, realizing it was time to make myself cum. I wanted to cum while I was talking on the telephone.
"What time are you going to be playing?," trying to prolong the conversation as I felt the pleasure growing inside me. My hand moved as if it had a life of its own, the tempo increasing....my passion increasing.
"Well, I'm not sure right now," he said, "we have some details to work out."
"Okay, I'll tell him, maybe he can help work out the details with you," I said.
As I said that, my orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. I gasped, and a moan escaped .
"Pardon," my son's friend said on the phone. "Did you say something?," he asked.
"No," I said, "I didn't say anything."
At that, I took my fingers out from inside me and brought my hand to my mouth. I licked and sucked my fingers like they were a hard cock that had just been inside me.
"I'll tell him you called," I said.
"Okay," he said, "thanks....bye." And he hung up.
I felt a wave of shame wash over me. I had just masturbated and had an orgasm while talking on the phone to one of my son's friends. Then, I realized I had enjoyed it quite a bit. Deep inside, I knew I would continue with these games.
Knowing that my husband and son actually would not be home that night, I started thinking about how I would spend the evening. After my recent activities, I did know I needed some time in the pool, and went outside to soak and swim a few lazy laps. As I swam, I kept thinking of the chat session and the phone call. I found myself smiling and becoming more comfortable with the idea of continuing. As I climbed from the pool, I smiled and laughed at myself, thinking "There never was any doubt!" I knew how I was going to spend the evening.
I went to my bedroom and removed my bikini. Walking around my bedroom in the nude, I thought of the day my son's friend had stood in the hallway and watched me undress. I smiled as I thought how careful I was not to let him see very much – just teasing him a little. Now, I was going to be showing a lot more. Perhaps everything.
I went to the closet and got out the webcam I had borrowed from work and still had not returned. I set it up as I had before, so I could show enough to excite them, but not enough to let them know who they were watching.
Once I set up the webcam and my laptop, I decided to take a shower to help calm my nerves. I turned on the water as hot as I could stand and stepped in. I let the hot water cascade over my body and felt it draw out the tension that was starting to build as I thought about what I was planning for my evening's entertainment.
I opened a jar of body lotion and massaged the lotion into my skin, being careful to apply it liberally on my breasts and legs. The lotion flowed smoothly onto my hot wet skin and I felt myself begin to drift into a kind of trance as my fingers ran lightly across my body. I bent over and reached to rub lotion into the smooth skin on my legs – first one and then the other. As my fingers reached my upper thighs, I began to feel a familiar tingling. I began to imagine it was not my own fingertips I was feeling, but the strong fingers of one of the boys. The thought of one of the boys touching me there began to excite me even more. Pretending it was someone else's hand touching me, I slid my fingertips higher until I was touching my lips and feeling the moisture that was not just from the hot shower. I slid my fingertips between my lips and caressed myself, smiling at the thought of being touched by one of the boys. My orgasm overtook me.
Having my second orgasm in a short period of time made me anticipate the evening's activities even more. I finished my shower and dried myself, all the while checking out my body with a critical eye. I knew I looked good.
I paid close attention to my bikini area and decided I could go another week or so before I needed to be waxed again I did not look forward to that torture, but knew it was worth it. I enjoyed the way I looked with a bald pussy and the thought of showing myself that way was very exciting. If nothing else, the waxing allowed me to wear the tiniest panties and skimpiest bikini bottoms without worrying that any of my little curlies would be visible.
Another benefit of being bald, as I called it, was the ease of pleasuring myself. Many times, I was overcome with a desire for an orgasm – in the shower for example, and I believed my smooth lips allowed easier access.
I smiled as I thought about the times at work when I was overcome with the need for an orgasm. I was able to close my office door and pull my bikini panties between my lips where they would rub against my clit as I walked. On weekends, I often wore tight jeans and the thick seam had the same effect.
