Author's note. This is a work of fiction. As stated in the text, ALL participants are aged 18 and over.
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My cock throbbed as I stared at my computer screen, watching as the well preserved fifty something woman bared her tits and lifted them towards the camera.
"Wanna suck momma's boobs? LOL" she typed.
"HELL YES!" I shot back, wishing I had a webcam so she could see my boner.
The camera started to move lower, and I held my breath.
"Wanna eat momma's pussy?"
Before I could reply, the doorbell rang, and I heard my Mom yell out. "Can you get that Jamie? I'm not decent."
Cursing, I typed "brb," and went to answer the door, to be confronted by a well dressed man and woman, smiling ingratiatingly.
"Good evening Brother," the man began, waving a leaflet under my nose. "We are Disciples of Everlasting Enlightenment and Eternal Joy, and we would like to share with y...."
Before he could say any more I lost it completely. "Fuck off, you useless cunts!" I snarled, slamming the door in their faces.
I raced back up the stairs and was met at the top by Mom in her robe. "Who was it?"
I snorted in disgust and shook my head. "Another of those weird cults. I wish they would get a life instead of going round annoying people."
She nodded in agreement. "I know how you feel. Anyway," she said, kissing my cheek. "I'm off to bed. Don't stay up too late, don't forget you have to drop me at the airport early tomorrow."
She was flying interstate to a long time schoofriend's wedding next day and would be gone for the weekend. "I won't," I promised. "You've been reminding me all week." I waited until her door closed behind her, and went into my own room, cursing all the gods of fate when I saw my blank computer screen. For the next twenty minutes I trawled through the list of nicknames, some with photos or avatars alonside, but most without. I sent messages to some that appealed to me, but not really expecting a reply because I knew not many women would even show their faces to a guy without a camera, let alone show their tits or pussies.
I was about to log off and go to bed when a message came up.
Mae B: "Hi Momem. Interesting nick. M or F?"
"Male, You?"
"How many guys do you know called Mae? LOL. What brings you to a site like this?"
"Curious I guess."
"About what?"
"The name of the site. 'Sons and Moms.' I was curious if many guys really want to do stuff with their moms, or if their moms would let them."
"Quite a few I expect, but I can't help wondering how many on here are pretenders. Sons who say they want to do it with their mothers, and moms who say they want their sons to do it to them, but if they really had the chance they would chicken out. Who knows whether or not it really happens? I only know I could never be a pretender. Do you have a cam?"
I had been thinking of getting one, but hadn't got around to it. "No, sorry," I replied, making my mind up, "But I'm getting one tomorrow."
"Pity, I hope you do, you sound interesting. How old are you?"
"22, how about you?"
"Hmm, interesting. About the same age as my son. I'm 40 something. Where did you get the nick?"
"Play on words. Mo me m ... Me in Mom."
"Very clever. Makes sense when you think of it. I assume that means you want to do it with your mom?"
"Honestly? I think of it a lot. More than I should really, but she would kill me if she knew. How about you and your son?"
"You never know, she might surprise you..... As the name says. Mae B I do, Mae B I don't. LOL. If you really want to know I might tell you tomorrow if you're here. Right now I need to get some sleep. Goodnight."
The screen went blank before I could ask what time, and I shrugged in resignation. Mae B had seemed so promising, but then so had countless other women who had hinted that they might reveal their secrets, or even their charms, never to be heard from again.
Switching off my radio and my computer, I undressed and climbed into bed, but it was hours before I could go to sleep, because I couldn't stop thinking of my lost opportunity. In the few weeks since I had first discovered the site, maybe a dozen and a half women had flashed their tits for me, but less than a handful had shown their cunts, and they were mostly old and desperate for attention. Meeting Mae B, and her declaration that she could never be a 'pretender' had been a revelation, so the thought of missing out was more disappointing than I had expected.
I was like a zombie when I drove Mom to the airport at 6.00 next morning, and as soon as I returned home I went back to bed to catch up on lost sleep. When I woke again about 11.00, I switched my computer on without thinking, and went into the kitchen and made some coffee. As I sat sipping, I logged on to the site, expecting nothing, but hoping nonetheless.
Immediately an offline message from Mae B blinked on, this time with a rather fuzzy picture alongside her name. When I clicked on the message, the picture resolved into a still photo of a large butterfly.
"Hi there, Only here for a sec but I'll be back for a couple of minutes afterwards. Were you serious about getting a cam?"
I had actually forgotten all about it, but I sent back "I'm just about to look at some. I'll look out for you when I get back."
Gulping down my coffee, I dressed and went in search of a not too expensive webcam, and as luck would have it, I found exactly what I wanted in the first tech store I visited. It was actually better than I hoped, with a zoom feature, but because it was a superceded display model and came without a box, the guy let me have it for less than half price. Grabbing a hamburger on the run, I hurried home only to find another offline message.
When I opened it my eyes popped. The butterfly was actually a wide, rather crudely fashioned cardboard mask - almost shoulder width - and covered the whole face except for the mouth and chin, but what really caught my attention was the slender torso, naked but for a flimsy bra that seemed to struggle to conceal firm nipples, clearly defined against the thin fabric. It took me several boxer straining minutes before I could tear my eyes away and take in the surroundings, and I recognised the room instantly, because I had been in its twin less than a month before with Denise, my on again off again girlfriend.
Compact and strictly functional, the room was indistinguishable from all of the others in the motel which, in itself, was indistinguishable from more than a score of motels in a chain situated on most major highways around the country. Clean but cheap, and furnished with little more than a bed, a bathroom, and a television, they were targetted mainly at travelling salesmen, who wanted only somewhere to crash for the night, before moving on in the morning.
I thought again of the time I had been in one such motel room, and my cock twitched at the memory of Denise, spreadeagled naked on the bed, large breasts heaving as I feasted on her bald pink pussy.
Shaking my head to dispel the image, I returned my attention to the picture on my computer, and its accompanying text.
"Looks like I missed you again, but hi anyway. As you can see, my cam works. I have to go out for a while but I will definitely be back if you are still interested, although it will be pretty late. xx."
I looked again at the firm and not too large breasts and licked my lips, imagining how they would look without the bra. Damn right I was still interested. If there was the remotest chance of seeing them naked, even if they were all she showed I would wait all night, although from the way she kept mentioning a camera, it occurred to me that if she couldn't see me, what I was looking at now might well be all she would show.
