Helens New Hobby Ch 01

Just a little make-believe-fantasy I hope you enjoy!

Helen is behind the bar, pouring draft beers and a white wine, for customers sitting at one of the booths.

After delivering the drinks and returning to the bar, she watches the three men competing for the young womans attention. One of the men must have said something funny, making everyone else at the table laugh. When the woman goes to the restroom all the men in the bar, and a couple of the women, look in her direction, following her with their eyes until she's out of site.

Like most days, Helen misses being 'that' woman. She remembers all the times several of her male co-workers would let her know they were meeting after work, at an all-night bar down the street, and wanted to make sure she'd be there. She'd always have a drink in front of her, but never had to pay a dime. She smiles when she thinks about the men standing around her when she played pool, staring at her tits when she bent over to take a shot, especially when she remembered to undo a couple extra buttons.

When she gets home from work she drives past her sons car in the driveway, and pulls into the garage. Before going to her bedroom, she yells up the stairs to her son. "DAVID...I'M HOME!"

After her shower she stands in front of her mirror nude, and turns from side to side. Her voice low, "I still have a really nice body, sure it's a little fuller, but it's still worth a second look." She puts her hands under her C-cup tits. "They're still pretty firm." She turns around and looks over her shoulder at her ass in the mirror. "Ok, a little wider, but still hot." She lets go of her tits. "Not bad at all, for a thirty-nine year old mom." She turns to face the mirror, and lets out a loud sigh. Feeling apathetic, she passes on putting on panties, and grabs her robe from the hook on back of the bathroom door.

Knowing her son is home because his car is in the driveway, and since she hadn't seen or heard him, she goes to the stairs and calls up to his room a second time. "DAVID?"

When there's still no reply she goes up to his room, where he's sitting at his desk with his ear buds in, and looking at porn on his laptop.

When Helen touches his shoulder he quickly turns and removes his ear buds. "Mom, I didn't know you were home."

With one hand on his shoulder, her other hand points to the laptop. "I can see that." She crosses her arms. "Is this really something you should be doing with your time?"

Eric puts his ear buds down on the desk. "I'm not doing anything wrong, and I'm eighteen now, so I'm an adult."

She pulls her robe tighter around her and crosses her arms. Looking at the screen she sees pictures of women of all ages, in various stages of being dressed and in various poses. "Have you been putting pictures out there?"

Her son shakes his head. "Not really, I just repost pictures I find and like."

Helen turns to her son. "Repost?"

David turns back to the laptop and slowly scrolls down through the pictures. "These are pictures I've found on other sites, I just copy them and past them on my page on this site."

Helen watches the pictures moving on the screen. "What's so good about reposting pictures? I mean, you can go see them on the sites you get them from anytime you wanted."

He takes a deep breath. "I don't know. I guess it's just exciting to see all the 'Likes' and comments they get."

Helen glances at her son, then back at the laptop. "Likes?"

David rolls his eyes and smiles. "You really aren't a computer person." He clicks on the picture of an older woman, nude, bent over with her tits hanging under her. The picture suddenly becomes larger, causing the other pictures to disappear. He points at the first of three of numbers under the picture. "This is how many times it's been viewed by other people." He points at the second number. "This is the number of times people have made it one of their favorites." He points at the last number. "And this is how many comments there are."

Helen concentrates on the comments as David scrolls through them. Some of the comments talk about how beautiful she is, others mention how much they'd like to have her suck their cock or fuck her, and some of the darker ones indicate they'd like to tie her up and abuse her.

Helen can feel herself getting excited from reading the comment. "Well, it does appear your pictures get a lot of likes and comments."

David stops scrolling. "Not compared to people who have original stuff." He types something into the search field, bringing up a whole different group of pictures, mostly of the same young woman. "This guy does some reposting, but most of his pics and videos are originals, of his girlfriend." He clicks on a picture of the young woman standing, facing the camera naked, with her hands behind her head and her legs slightly spread to show off her shaved pussy. "Look at her numbers."

She's shocked when she sees how high the numbers are. Although her son doesn't scroll through the comments, there are still a couple she can read. The first compliments her small but firm tits, the second would like to 'fuck her mouth'. She turns to David. "And people actually put videos on here, too?"

He goes to the previous screen, finds a video of the woman, and clicks on it. When it appears, David clicks on the play icon. When the video starts a man who is probably the woman's husband or boyfriend, is sitting nude in a chair, while the woman is kneeling nude, between his legs sucking his cock.

Helen continues watching the video, unable to turn away. "But can't people copy these pictures and videos, and repost them somewhere else?"

David copies the title of the video. "Sure." He opens a new tab and pastes the title into the search field. After the search completes, small pictures appear of the video, along with the name of the associated site. "This video got reposted by a lot of people, to a lot of different sites."

Although Helen can't hear the video, since her son had been listening to it on his ear buds, she still knows what's happening when she sees the man grab the woman's head with both hands, and hold her it down on his cock. The woman appears to try to push free, putting her hands on his thighs. When Helen sees the angle of the woman's head change on the cock, she knows the woman is swallowing mouthfuls of cum.

Helen looks at her son, noticing a large bulge in his jeans. "What...what if the person who made the video wanted to delete it, they could, right?"

David hesitates a moment before answering, his focus on the video. "Yeah, they could. But they can only delete their copy, not the other places it's been copied to."

She turns back to the video. "So, it could be on the internet forever, out of their control?"

David nods. "Forever."

It's not until the video ends that Helen realizes she'd stopped breathing. She takes a breath and looks over the screen, putting the sites name and Davids profile name to memory. She forces herself to turn away from the screen and look at her son. "I...I don't think you should look at these sites anymore."

David tosses his head back. "Come on!" He turns to his mother. "I'm an adult, and it's not like I'm trying to meet anyone." He goes back to his page. "And besides, I only repost stuff that's already out there."

Helen walks into the hall. "I'll think about it, but no more looking for now." She smiles. "I had a rough day at work, so I'm going to bed early. If you want something to eat, we have some leftover meatloaf from yesterday, or frozen pizza."

David smiles back. "Ok, good night."

When Helen gets to her bedroom she closes her door, hangs her robe back on the hook, and gets into bed. She lays on her back and closes her eyes, replaying the video in her mind. She wonders about all the men that have viewed it.

She begins rubbing her already wet pussy when she imagines pictures and videos of her being put on a porn site, and then copied over and over to different sites. Knowing she'd have no control of where the pictures and videos were reposted, or by who, and that she'd never be able to delete the copies, excites and terrifies her at the same time.

Would men leave comments about how beautiful she is, or would they call her slut, or whore. Would they tell how they'd have her suck their cock, or how they'd fuck her, or something worse. She begins sliding her finger in and out of her pussy, her other hand firmly grabbing her tit.

Remembering the bulge in her son's pant, she slides a second finger into her pussy and begins fucking herself faster. At first she thinks about him jerking off to the pictures and videos, then fantasizes him jerking off to her pictures and videos.

Without warning her body spasms and her legs squeeze tightly together. When she cums she squeezes her tit and her knees bend. She rolls onto her side, grabs a pillow and puts it over her face to muffle her scream.

It takes time for her body to calm down. When she rolls onto her back she feels a large wet spot under her. She smiles, feeling both exhausted and elated.

With her legs still weak, she slowly gets a towel from her bathroom and spreads it over the wet spot. She slowly crawls into bed and thinks to herself, 'Guess I'm doing the sheets tomorrow.' She giggles and turns off the light on her nightstand.