I was always glad that we had bought a house with a swimming pool. No matter how good the air conditioning felt, nothing compared to being able to drift in the pool on a hot Summer day. As our children got older, and we didn't have to be on "guard duty" all the time to make sure they didn't fall in, it became a great hangout for the kids and their friends. I always felt better knowing they were in our yard where I could check on them without having to search all over the neighborhood. That was one reason why I never complained about the nonstop pool party in our yard during the Summer.
When the kids reached high school, the pool parties became more and more raucous. By then, I had gone back to work, so I never cared about the noise. I told my son that he was responsible for what happened while I was at work and they could help themselves to anything in the refrigerator or kitchen cupboards -- but no alcohol. In spite of the last limitation, the pool remained a popular gathering place. The boys, all eighteen and nineteen by that time, usually followed my instructions and stayed out of trouble.
As my son and his friends got older, I couldn't help but notice how good they were looking. The time they spent swimming and playing other sports had toned their bodies. I later realized I shouldn't have noticed that about them, but at the time I thought I was just expressing pride at the handsome young men my son and his friends had become.
I also noticed that they seemed to be paying more attention to me. Since I worked in an office with a dress code, I usually was wearing a skirt and hose when I went to work. It became quite clear that the guys appreciated seeing me dressed that way. When I got home from work, I would usually say hello and wave as I walked into the house, but it became much more common for them to call me over to talk. Often I would just be standing by the edge of the pool as they drifted around, and I noticed how many times they would drift over near me. At the time it never occurred to me that they were trying to get closer looks at my legs and more. Luckily, I usually wore knee-length skirts that were not very tight, so there was not much for them to see. Still, I enjoyed the attention.
One afternoon, I realized I had forgotten to prepare a memo for work. As I went inside, I realized I had forgotten my laptop in the office. Knowing that I needed to have the memo on my boss' desk first thing next morning, I went into my son's room to use his computer. Luckily, he had left it on when he last used it, because he had a password that he never shared. I always wondered what he was protecting, but never gave it a lot of thought.
I opened his word processor and drafted the memo. After checking it over, I printed it off so I could take it with me. I was about to turn his computer off, when I had a thought -- maybe I could see what he was hiding.
I looked around through his directories and saw the expected pictures. Many were girls in bikinis, others were in various stages of undress. I saw a folder called "FAVS" and assumed, correctly, it was his favorite pictures. I looked at the pictures and noted that most were of women wearing some sort of hosiery. Some were wearing only garter belts and nylons, others with dresses or skirts, but also with nylons.
After looking at the pictures, I decided to check out other programs. I saw his messenger program and decided to see who he had been chatting with. Although I knew his regular screen-name, this showed a different name as the account owner. I looked at his friends list and saw several names I didn't recognize. Checking the contact details pages for these names, I saw that they all were my son's friends -- but with other names. The boys on the list were almost all sitting by or swimming in our pool right then.
I looked at my son's chat room list and saw that he had a few listed as favorites. Thinking I could find out what he was up to, I made a list of the rooms and also the names all his friends were using. Then, before I was caught, I turned his computer off and went to change for supper.
That evening, my son wet out with his friends -- no doubt looking for girls. My husband took his usual place in front of the television. I put on my bathing suit and went out to the pool.
The next day, I made sure I brought my laptop home with me. I wanted to check out what my son was up to with his computer. I decided that I had better not use my regular screen name when I was online this time, so I made up a new one and put some details in my profile so I couldn't be recognized. I logged in and went to one of the chatrooms my son had on his list.
I had a list of the names of my son and his friends so I could see if any of them entered the room. I stayed there for a few minutes, getting the usual "asl" requests, then left for another room. I went into each of the rooms on my son's list, but saw no names I recognized. After half an hour or so, I was ready to call it a night, when I decided to go into each room again one more time. When I entered the first room, I saw that two of my son's friends were there.
I wasn't sure what to do -- I had not planned this out. I decided that I couldn't approach them, so I joined the general conversation in the chatroom, but every now and then would make a comment with sexual overtones. I wanted one of them to contact me. Before too long, I received an instant message from one of my son's friends. He asked my age, sex, and location, of course, and when I told him I was female and gave my true age, I was rewarded with a smiley face.
We chatted for a while about nothing really. I asked for personal details about him, and for the most part he gave honest answers. I asked what he was doing in an online chat when he should be out on a date. He told me he and a friend were in the room hoping to get lucky. Then another smiley face -- this one much bigger.
"How lucky are you hoping to get," I asked, with my own smiley face.
His response surprised me. "We like to meet older women and invite them to join a private chatroom they set up."
"I hate to think what goes on in the private room," I said, and gave another smiley face.
"You should stop in and see for yourself," he quickly responded.
"I have to go right now," I said, and got a frowny face in return.
He asked, "Would you like the name of the room and password in case you want to visit some other time?"
"I'll take it," I said, "but I'm not sure I want to be alone in a room with a group of your friends." I sent a big smiley face after that comment and signed off.
For the next few days, I couldn't get the thought of the private chatroom out of my mind. I wondered what the guys chatted about in their private room. I have to admit I also wondered what they did while they were chatting.
Finally, my curiosity got the best of me. My son was out and my husband was watching television, so I got out my laptop, went online, and entered the private chatroom.
Two of my son's friends were there, but not the one who had given me the password. They must have been surprised to see a stranger pop into the room, but they sent very friendly messages.
"Hi, who are you?, one asked. "Do we know you?"
"One of your friends invited me here, and gave me the password, I hope it's okay." I typed.
"That's great," said one. "We're always glad to meet new friends,: said the other, "how old are you?"
"Well,: I said, "I am probably old enough to be your mother -- or at least an older sister." "I hope that's okay," I added.
They didn't seem to mind: "We are much more interested in older women -- girls our own age seem so silly," one said. "Do you have any pictures?, he asked.
I was surprised by the question, and had to think for a while. "No, sorry, I'm using someone else's computer so I don't have any pictures available," I said.
"That's okay," one said, we understand."
"Do you want to see us?," the other asked.
Being naturally curious, "Yes," I said. I was more than surprised when I got their pictures. Not thinking, I had expected regular pictures. What I got were pictures of their erect cocks.
After I got over my shock, I took the time to connect the pictures to the screen names and the screen names to the real names. I felt very guilty, but I have to admit I was very curious. I also have to admit that I have long had a strong interest in that part of the male anatomy. I tried not to think that these were my son's friends who had been to our house on many occasions.
Getting my wits about me, I chatted them up again: "Is that how you introduce yourselves to everyone?, I asked.
I got "LOLs" in return. "We were feeling frisky and decided to try to shock you," one said with a smile.
"I was a bit shocked, but I'll get over it," I said. We chatted more about different things.
