It Happened In A Chat Room Pt 02

Getting caught by your daughter while masturbating is embarrassing.

Find out you have been having cybersex with your daughter...well, I cannot describe the embarrassment the both of us felt. It was deep.

After an awkward day of silence between us, where we could barely even look at each other, she "temporarily" moved in with her dad. Yeah, I cried hard those first two nights alone.

She didn't take much of her belongings, mainly some clothes, makeup, her phone, and laptop.

The house was so empty without her.

But...well, I guess I also needed not to see her for a little bit. I don't think I could have looked her in the eyes.

I didn't play 3D X for a while after that. But, after about a month, I needed that human connection and logged back on.

After a couple of days, Violet signed on.

She asked me how it went. She had not talked with Maddi since then, either.

I told her the straight-up truth.

Seeing and talking with Violet was akin to talking to a psychiatrist for me. It helped me get a lot off my shoulders.

"I cannot imagine what it would be to run into something like that," she told me at one point. "If it were my daughter, I'm not sure what I would do."

"I think asking what she was doing in a sex game at that age would be a good start," I said.

We both laughed over that one.

I sometimes swear she was a psychiatrist sometimes. She made me feel a lot better about myself. We even discussed some of the stuff face-to-face on Discord, which also made me feel a lot better. Of course, it did not hurt that she was a hottie and sometimes helped me feel better by getting naked.

This went on for about a month when Violet told me one evening that Maddi had finally signed on again and messaged her, asking her if they could talk. But Violet wanted to know if that was all right with me.

I said it was.

So, for another two or so weeks, Violet bounced between me and Maddi, playing psychiatrist with both of us. I said before that I swear she was a professional.

"How mad was she?" I asked at one point.

Violet cleared her throat. "She...funny thing is, she isn't mad. I don't think she was, either, that night. Just...surprised? Confused? Taken aback?"

I asked Violet if she could tell Maddi I was sorry, which she did. She returned with an apology from Maddi, then dropped the bomb that Maddi wanted to move back in again.

That was heavy. I had to think about it for a few hours, but in the end, I missed having my baby girl in my home with me. Sure, something forbidden had happened between us, but it was an accident. And that home was growing increasingly lonely every day. I agreed.

I did not expect it to happen so quickly, but Maddi was back at home after a day.

That night, after eating dinner in silence, we both sat at the table, empty plates before us, in an awkward silence for a while.

"I wanted to let you know that I never started playing the game until after I turned 18," she said, breaking the silence.

I nodded. "Same," I choked out. That was the only thing I could think of to say.

She giggled.

Maddi bit her lower lip nervously. "Mom, can I ask a serious question?"

"Of course," I said, hoping the nervousness didn't show.

"Are you mad because I am a lesbian?"

"Honey! No! No! No, I am not mad. Not at all. That is who you are; that is what you are. I could never hate you because of something like that."

She gave me a tiny smile. "Good," she said quietly. "Does it upset you that I like older women like Violet?"

I laughed. "If Violet is what you call old, then of course not."

"Well, what if I liked women older than her?"

I shook my head. "You may love whom you want."

She smiled again. We were both silent for a moment. "Thank you, Mom," she said quietly and removed herself from the table.

It took a while for the carefree, carefree, impish, contagiously funny Maddi to return, but she did. Our dinner conversations were once again filled with laughter, discussion, and good-natured banter.

She even broke the ice and started talking freely about 3dx, which helped me talk about it freely, too.

"Do you only chase after younger girls?" she asked me one evening.

I smiled. "No, I have been with a couple of women older than me, too." I shrugged. "I guess I just like women. Period."

She chewed her bite thoughtfully. "Do you think you are a full-blown lesbian now?"

I shook my head. I'm not sure what I am. However, I enjoy the company of women a lot more than that of men.

"When was the last time you were with a man?"

"Your father, when we were married."

"No, I mean on there."

"Oh. A little bit after I started, I guess. What was it about two years ago?" She nodded. I sighed. "I did try about a year ago, but I ended up ghosting the poor guy. He was OK, I guess, but he was a typical man. It just didn't do anything for me."

She nodded. "I've never been with a man on there ever," she told me as a matter-of-factly. I let it go at that.

More weeks passed, and our comfort and closeness grew more potent than before.

While her father and I were married, I kept a liberal household. When it was just Maddi and me at home, we would parade around the house in whatever we felt comfortable, and I would encourage Maddi to dress comfortably. Many times, she wore a T-shirt and panties.

When her father and I split, I made sure to keep those loose household rules intact. I wanted Maddi to be comfortable with herself and with me. While a T-shirt and panties remained her dress of choice, sometimes she preferred absolutely nothing. To encourage that, I did the same. Honestly, it felt good; it felt free to walk around the house naked without fear of getting caught.

Of course, after the Incident, we put on a lot more clothes. After a while, slowly but surely, as Maddi became a lot more comfortable again, so did her wardrobe.

I knew we were doing pretty good when she began wearing a lot more t-shirts and panties at home.

I knew things had become better than the same when I came home from work and found her walking the hallways naked. As we passed, she smiled and greeted me. I knew that I was doing my job as a mother of a young adult right at that moment.

After a few days, I also began walking around the house naked. Again, it was a feeling of freedom. A couple of times, we even snuck into our fenced backyard and tanned in the nude. Watching my tan lines disappear was a huge bonus!

So, our house became a miniature nudist colony. We did not have to worry much about embarrassing guests, as we had guests so rarely.

As we were eating dinner one evening, I noticed Maddi seemed a bit more distracted than usual. When I asked her what the matter was, she blurted, "Violet wants to meet us both. Like, in person."

"Oh," was all I could manage to squeak out.

Violet and I had grown relatively close lately. We would sometimes spend hours in the game and on Discord talking with each other about everything under the sun. We also spent much time getting intimate with each other.

We had joked many times about what it would be like in person, but she lived in California, and we were in Ohio. That was a rather good distance apart. Not to mention the awkwardness between the three of us for a while after The Incident.

However, the thought had still gone through my mind many times.

Cybersex could be a wonderful experience. And cybersex with Violet was a wonderful experience. But there were times when I found myself longing for the real thing. At the same time, I was nervous as fuck. I mean, here I was in my fifties and had zero experience with other women...yet I desired sex with other women. I was starting to feel an urge for that first time, but I wanted it to be remarkable.

Meanwhile, Maddi had also been spending much time with Violet. She had asked me if it was all right many times, and I had assured her that jealousy was not an issue between Violet and me. Even when Maddi pressed me a little about The Incident, I told her it was okay.

Violet never really said anything seriously about meeting in person. She confessed to me one night that she had met up with a few other girls from the game at some point in real life, and most of the time, they had a rather enjoyable time.

So, when Maddi told me that Violet had mentioned she would like to meet in person, it came as a surprise but not a total shock.

"Did you hear me?" Maddi asked with a giggle. "Or is your head in the clouds."

I shook my head. "I'm sorry. A fog...you know..."

She giggled again. "Anyway, she asked me a while ago. And, to be honest, I've been thinking about it. I might have an idea, and it is going to take a bit of luck, but Violet is up for it. You know how we both have wanted to run Big Sur?" she asked with a big grin on her face.

After I had split from my husband, one of my new passions became running. Maddi very willingly joined it. Honestly, that was one of the things that helped us grow close again after The Incident.

We had run a few local marathons - Columbus, Flying Pig, Grand Lake, Air Force - but both had dreamed of running a few marathons that were not in Ohio.

One of those was the Big Sur Marathon, which started in a redwood forest and then ran along Highway 1 until ending in Carmel, California. For ages, Maddi and I dreamed of this race.

To gain access to this April race, one must enter their names in a lottery. We did.

We both got our names drawn, odds against all odds. We were thrilled.

Then, the planning started. I got airline tickets, and Maddi made plans with Violet for us to stay at her place in nearby Pacific Grove.

Winter came and waned, and our training ramped up. So did my nerves.

Violet and I discussed it every day. Honestly, that did not help my nerves.

"It will be all right, mom!" Maddi said one evening at dinner, less than two weeks before the race. "I swear, I don't know if you're more nervous about the marathon or about meeting Violet!"

I smiled. "A little bit of both," I said quietly.

She put her hand over mine. "Mom. It will be all right. Violet likes you."

"I like her, too. But, well...I mean..." I let it drift off.

Maddi did not. "Mom, it will be great. She wants to be with you. Like, a lot. That is all she talks about, even when we're doing things. Kinda weird, but OK!"

I smiled again. "I know. But I don't want to let her down or anything."

She squeezed my hand and cocked her head. "How could you let her down?"

"Big difference between putting stuff into words and doing them," I said quickly and quietly.

She sat back and smiled. "Mom...are you a virgin?"

I shook my head. "No, your father and I..."

I don't want to know about that, and that's not what I meant! Are you a virgin with other women?"

I gulped and nodded.

She set her head in her hand and looked at me for a moment, then smiled. You'll do great, Mom. You are a hottie! Violet is a hottie! It will be hot. You will do whatever you feel is right.

We ate in silence for a while. I cleared my throat nervously. "Do you and Violet have any plans while you are there?"

She smiled. "Yeah. But sort of. I did want to bring that up. I mean, we do, but I want it to be all right with you."

I laughed. "Of course, it's all right with me, sweetie." You are grown up. And Violet and I, well, we share no jealousy."

She bit her lower lip as she played with her food. "I am a bit nervous about it, too."

"And here you were preaching to me like you were all confident!"

She nodded. "Mom, I'm a virgin."

I looked her in the eyes and smiled. "Sweetie, whether you are a virgin or not makes no difference at all to me, you know that. Your body is yours, and you are welcome to do with it as you please, within the law.

She kept picking at her food. "Yeah, I know. But I am a virgin. With men and women."

I sighed, nodding, knowing precisely what she meant. She was nervous, too. It was only natural.

However, the day arrived sooner than we had expected. I mean, it all went as planned, but it just caught us off guard. The plane trip was one of the longest ones I had been on in my life.

Violet met us at the San Francisco airport. I had seen her in action many times, but seeing her in person... was something else.

It was a chilly April early morning, a bit of drizzle coming from the sky. She wore a hoodie, a pair of jeans, and a knit cap and looked as adorable in real life as she did on camera.

We all exchanged hugs. If Violet was nervous, she did not show it, holding the hug a bit longer than I was used to. I did not mind. Her hug felt good.

We got into her car and readied for the long drive to Pacific Grove. We started at 6:30 in the morning for what would usually be a two-hour trip, but we made numerous tourist stops, with Violet being thrilled and willing to show us all the sights along the way.

Still, we made the trip in a little less than four hours, dropped our bags off at her house, and then made our way back to Monterey, where we picked up our race packets for the marathon two days from then.

We ate at a nice seafood restaurant on the pier, then returned to Pacific Grove, where we all crashed into our respective rooms. Violet's house was indeed comfortable, with more than enough rooms for all of us and some to spare, allowing us to stay comfortably. But that night, we were tired.

The next day, we returned to Monterey for more light sightseeing, including a whale tour, the aquarium, and a walk along Fisherman's Wharf and Cannery Row.

"Are you nervous?" Violet asked me as we walked side by side at one point as we strolled along Tin Can Alley. Maddi had stayed behind at a small jewelry shop, promising to catch up with us when she was done.

I nodded. The sun was beginning its descent towards the horizon, and I liked to be in bed early before a big race. Especially one like this, where we were to be bussed to the starting line at 3 in the morning.

"I'm like this before every race, whether it is a 5K or a marathon."

She giggled and gave me a playful hip check. "I mean about us, silly!"

I swallowed, sticking my hands in my pocket. A frigid wind was blowing off the ocean. "Yeah."

She smiled and nodded. "I am, too," she said, taking my hand and holding it as we continued our stroll.

We walked in silence for a while, butterflies flocking in my stomach, when Maddi caught up with us. "Awww!" she said with genuine tenderness. "Look at you two!"

We smiled at her as she held up the new bracelet she had just acquired.

"Your mother admits she is a bit nervous," she said with a smile.

"She gets like that before all the races," Maddi said.

We both laughed.

"I meant about...you know. She and I."

Maddi turned a little bit red and smiled. "Oh, yeah!" she giggled.

"Are you nervous?" Violet asked Maddi as she took her hand.

Maddi nodded. "About the race or the sex?"

Violet glanced at me with a slight smile on her face. "Both."

"Then...yeah."

Violet smiled again and walked us down the sidewalk, holding our hands.

We got back to her house in plenty of time. It was not even 5 p.m. yet, but Maddi and I had both planned on going to bed soon so we could be up bright and early for our trip.

An hour later, we were in our respective beds. I was asleep almost immediately. I suspect Maddi tossed and turned for a while before drifting off, as she often did before big races.

I was up before the alarm, got dressed, and exited my room, finding Maddi and Violet already up and about.

In our nervousness, we said little before getting in the drive to make the short trip to Monterey, where the buses awaited us.

"I'll be waiting at the finish line for you all!" Violet said as we got out of the car.

The trip to the starting line was made in darkness, as was much of our wait. When we started, the sun had barely come up to light the landscape.

Still, it was the most beautiful race I had ever done. The first six miles were done in a redwood forest. This was a younger forest, but still majestic. Even then, in the distance, we could hear the crash of the waves against the shore.

The coast was stunning. It is a relatively new coast, geographically speaking, with a lot of jagged edges, rocks, and crashing surf. Frankly, the only way to describe it is to see it for yourself. In some parts of our run, we could see lighthouses overlooking the sea in the distance.

Hurricane Point was brutal and lived up to its name. After a long, steady climb, the plateau greeted Maddi and me with headwinds that nearly knocked us off our feet. After that, we headed downhill, crossing the Bixby Bridge to the pounding of a drum corps and the tinkling of a man in a tux playing the piano, and went on our merry way.

The sights and the distance took my breath away. Within the last three miles of the finish line, three respectable hills put us to the test, but the visions of a crashing surf nearby kept us going until we crossed the finish line to a cheering group of people. Both Maddi and I were able to spot Violet cheering us on as we approached our destination.

Running a marathon is brutal. It takes a lot out of you, and walking significant distances is not something one looks forward to. Nor do we look forward to steps, but that is a whole other thing.

We ate at a nice burger joint in Carmel before going back to Violet's place in Pacific Grove.

"I think you both could use a nice full-body massage!" Violet said as the other two of us slinked inside her home; we glanced at her warily. "I promise you, no funny stuff. I am a professional." With that, she pointed to a series of degrees on her wall, one of which stated that she was a licensed massage therapist.

And, oh my, was she good. My legs felt like toast after 26 miles, but wow, did she ever get the blood flowing in them? For good measure, she gave my arms a good folding and my back a good crack before doing the same for Maddi.

It was getting late by then, and we were tired from the day's events. Violet ordered some pizza from a local pizza joint and then cracked open a bottle of wine from a nearby winery.

The wine made me very tired. Maddi inherited that reaction and nodded several times before Violet sent us both to bed to sleep off the day.

I think I was asleep before I hit the pillow.

And I think I slept like I had never before. When I woke up, the sun was already up. I got up from bed, expecting some of the standard day-after stiffness, but I did not feel all that bad. Violet's massage had done quite a trick on me! I grabbed my oversized Big Sur Marathon t-shirt and a pair of running shorts and headed out into the house.

I peeked into Maddi's room and found her still dead asleep, face down, half covered by blankets, completely naked. I covered up her bare butt, as a mother is wanting to do.

I found Violet on her enclosed patio, sipping some orange juice and nibbling on some grapes. She had been sunning herself as her robe was open, exposing a fabulous pair of breasts I had only seen on a screen.

A board from the patio creaked under my footstep, causing Violet to jump slightly and whip her robe closed as she blushed profusely.

"I thought you would be out longer than that!" she said with a giggle.

"One of the best sleeps I have ever had," I said.

"How are you feeling?"

"Your massage did the trick! I feel a little stiff, but not as much as I did before.

Well, one of the keys to marathon recovery is moving a lot the day after. I do have a few activities planned. It's a museum, if you're up for it, and we have a pretty pleasant beach. Again, if you're up to it, she glanced towards Maddi's room. "Do you think the kid would be up for it?"

I smiled. She recovers much faster than I do. I think she will."

Violet nodded, sighed, smiled, and loosened her robe again, letting her breasts bask in the sunshine. "You don't mind, do you?" she asked, glancing at me.