He told mom he wanted to see her so he knew it was a real person that was trying to help him. See, that was his angle, that he was so socially shy around girls that he needed an older woman who understood someone younger and wouldn't judge. I could relate.
And so, he had hit on Mom's weakness-she loved to help people and that's why she was so caught up in the goody two-shoes stuff in town and at the church (which was where she was now).
Dad came back to my room and said: "Showtime!"
I said, "I'm ready."
"That's why most criminals get caught," he said. "They're stupid like you. If you video-chat and your mother sees those posters on your wall, what is she going to say: 'Hey, they're set up just like Eric's' or 'What the fuck?'"
I looked behind me. He was right, and I hadn't thought of that.
"Come down cellar into our 'command center' that I've set up."
The command center turned out to be a corner of his home office where he had set up a card table with a tablecloth and a rug/tapestry thingy hung on the wall behind it. He also handed me a T-shirt showing a peace sign with an apple pie background and the word "Pie-ce" written in tie-dyed colors.
"All donated by BaBeeBoy69. He told us this was his on-air setup. So, what's good enough for him... Plus, if there's any of him floating around the internet that you mother might have hunted up, this will mesh. Get it?"
I got it more than I liked it. I was hating ambushing Mom like this, but I didn't know what else to do.
When I logged on, there was a message already:
LilRedRyder: I'm here.
I wrote back:
BaBeeBoy69: Sorry I'm a little late.
LilRedRyder: Trouble?
BaBeeBoy69: No. My mom had me doing some chores.
LilRedRyder: How old is your mom?
I looked at my father, and he said, "We learn in law enforcement that the best lies are the ones with the most truth in them. Tell the truth about everything that doesn't give your identity away."
BaBeeBoy69: She's 39.
LilRedRyder: Hmmm. That's how old I am.
BaBeeBoy69: Strange.
LilRedRyder: Strange? You don't think of me like your mother do you? Does that make you uncomfortable?
BaBeeBoy69: I meant strange like coincidental.
LilRedRyder: Oh. OK. That's good
BaBeeBoy69: Do you have kids?
When there was a pause, my father gave my neck a squeeze and said, "Don't blow this." Then came an answer:
LilRedRyder: A son. He's 18. Just turned 18.
BaBeeBoy69: Hey! Like me. You don't think of me like a son, do you?
LilRedRyder: Turnabout is fair play! No. I think of you as a man, a young man.
BaBeeBoy69: How about if we video-chat?
LilRedRyder: I'm still not ready for that.
BaBeeBoy69: That's what you've been saying, but you'll like it.
LilRedRyder: I'm sure I will, but not yet.
"Accuse her of not being who she says she is. Force her hand," Dad said.
BaBeeBoy69: I've heard that online predators never show themselves. You're kind of scaring me.
LilRedRyder: Please don't be scared. I'm telling the truth.
BaBeeBoy69: Then, turn on your camera like I've told you for the last two weeks so your face doesn't show.
There was a pause of over a minute. I thought Dad was going to be impatient and slap the back of my head or something, but he just stood there silent.
LilRedRyder: OK. I think I have it now.
Dad said, "I could smell that coming. Now what I need from you is to coax out some naked pictures from her. You know how to take screenshots, right?"
"Duh!" I said. He probably would have done me some damage if the screen hadn't been filled with my mom's cleavage. She had on scoop-necked mint green tank top. Obviously, she had no bra on. I could see from the background she was in a small office at the church where she volunteered. From the state of my mom's nipples, the air conditioner was going full blast.
BaBeeBoy69: Wow!
LilRedRyder: There. Satisfied?
BaBeeBoy69: I guess you're for real.
LilRedRyder: They sure are!
Mom gave her boobs a little shake back and forth.
LilRedRyder: Now your turn.
"Make sure the microphone is muted," Dad said. I turned on my camera.
LilRedRyder: Are you Simple Simon?
BaBeeBoy69: What?
LilRedRyder: Sorry. The pie. That old rhyme about the pieman.
BaBeeBoy69: Oh yeah. I hadn't heard that in a while.
LilRedRyder: So, do I look like your mom too?
BaBeeBoy69: No way. She can't show off what she has like you can!
I looked at Dad and he shrugged an approval.
LilRedRyder: I'm glad you approve.
BaBeeBoy69: I really appreciate seeing you. It makes me know you're who you say you are.
LilRedRyder: I'm glad you talked me into this now. I feel better too.
We went slow and talked about growing up and how to feel comfortable around girls. Then she asked:
LilRedRyder: Stand up so I can see the rest of you.
Luckily I had some generic jeans on. I stood and turned all the way around.
LilRedRyder: How tall are you?
BaBeeBoy69: 5'9.5"
LilRedRyder: We're almost the same height.
BaBeeBoy69: Now your turn. Stand up.
A long pause before she pushed her chair back and did a twirl.
BaBeeBoy69: Wow! You have an amazing butt. I bet you've got a flat stomach too.
LilRedRyder: I work hard to keep it that way, too.
BaBeeBoy69: Let's see it.
LilRedRyder: No.
BaBeeBoy69: If you work that hard on those abs, they deserve to be shown.
LilRedRyder: No.
"Tell her 'If they're anything like those tits and that ass you have, they must be spectacular,'" Dad commanded. I looked at him with disbelief. "Women want to show their bodies. They're looking for permission to be naughty. Sometimes they need a good nudge." Then he pointed to the keyboard. I wrote what he said.
There was a long pause.
LilRedRyder: You surprise me, you naughty boy!
Mom got up and lifted her tank top past her navel, showing off a tanned and toned stomach.
Dad said, "Keep saying 'higher' until she quits.
BaBeeBoy69: Higher.
Mom lifted up to the bottom of her rib cage.
BaBeeBoy69: Higher.
She lifted to just below her boobs.
BaBeeBoy69: Higher.
The shirt went up, showing her breasts to just below the nipples. I took a quick screenshot, and before I could make one last request, she dropped the shirt and sat down.
LilRedRyder: I can't believe you got me to do that!
BaBeeBoy69: You have such an amazing body. Wow!
LilRedRyder: Now, what are you going to show me?
BaBeeBoy69: Not my stomach after seeing YOURS!
"Tell her you'll show her the top of your pubic hair."
"Dad! I won't. Plus, that'll scare her away."
"Trust me," he said. "Women like to force the issue as much as men. They just don't want people to know it."
LilRedRyder: Then, what?
BaBeeBoy69: The top of my pubic hair."
LilRedRyder: I beg your pardon!
BaBeeBoy69: I'll show you where my pubic hair starts.
A long pause while Mom squirmed in her seat.
LilRedRyder: OK.
This time, the pause was mine. "Hurry up before she chickens out. You got her going."
I stood, unbuttoned my pants and unzipped them. For greater control, I used both thumbs to gently guide my white underwear to the spot where two or three pubic hairs looked over the waistband.
LilRedRyder: Lower.
I pulled down until there was an inch of black tangles showing.
LilRedRyder: Lower.
This time I went to just where my cock started, showing all of my pubic triangle.
LilRedRyder: I have to go.
Then, the screen went dark.
"I told you it would scare her away," I said.
Before I could get my pants up, Dad ripped them and my underwear down, springing totally into view my raging erection!
"My God, Eric. Where'd you get THAT thing? That's the biggest cock I've ever seen, and I've had to witness quite a few in the line of duty. Look at this," he said as he grabbed the leather nightstick he carried in his belt and placed it aside of my penis. "This is ten inches long, and it's only a little longer than that concealed weapon you've been carrying."
I pulled my pants up, ashamed that Dad saw I was excited.
"Damn! Your mother made a man of you tonight!"
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Mom got home about a half hour later. Dad, as usual, had been called out on some police business.
"Eric, how's my favorite son?" she joked. Although now, if I hadn't been BaBeeBoy69 myself, I would have been jealous of her "other" son.
"I'm good, Mom. How was the meeting?"
"Boring. Same sort of stuff, but I think I'm really helping someone," she said as she put down her purse and carryall bag. She was wearing the conservative skirt and blouse she left in, and must have changed into the outfit of tight jeans and tank top for our chat. "Do you want something cold to drink," she asked before heading for the kitchen.
"No thanks, Mom." As soon as she rounded the corner, I dove for her bag and discovered I was right. There was her chat uniform: tank top under her neatly folded jeans. I noticed that the crotch of her jeans was slightly darker. A little further digging showed another surprise-a pair of pink panties. I heard Mom head for the bathroom and knew I had a few more seconds to explore.
I held up the panties by the waistband and decided to give them a good sniff. When I did, I found they were completely soaked with pussy juice. I didn't feel guilty licking their interior until I heard the bathroom door open. After all, I figured I was the cause of their flavor.
"So, what did you do tonight, my darling son?"
"I studied some anatomy." I watched her face, and it got a little smile on it.
"Learn much?"
"Not as much as I'll need for my exam. Maybe I'll ask for some help."
"I'd offer," she said, "but I don't think I'd be of any use."
"Mom, you have more important things to do than teaching some 18-year-old kid anatomy."
She laughed out loud. "Maybe you don't know your mom as well as you think! How about using some of that anatomy knowledge and giving your mom a little back-rub. I was holding myself in a funny position for a long time and got a little ache in my neck."
She sat down and I got behind her and started a gentle rub of her neck. "Mmmmm," she said. "But, you're going to have to do it harder if you want me to really feel it."
I felt my cock growing at those words. I was shocked to feel my cock twitch and realize I was really thinking about fucking my own mother! "Aaaahhh! That's much better," she whispered.
"I bet you didn't think somebody my age could know how to make you feel this good, Mom."
"You'd be surprised at what I think a boy your age would be able to accomplish!"
Completely harmless statement if I didn't know what was behind it. "Want me to go higher or lower?"
"Lower, lower, lower!" she said, obviously mimicking in her mind the commands she had given me. She was enjoying reliving our chat.
I rubbed her back for about five minutes, and then she said, "I'm bushed, and heading for bed. Goodnight sweetie." I gave her a tight hug, feeling those tits that I had almost seen, and then gave her a kiss on the cheek that caught about 50 percent of her mouth this time.
"Good dreams, Mom."
"I know I will, Eric."
When I got back to my room, I looked at the chat room site and there was a message from LilRedRyder. It said "Really enjoyed your company. Chat tomorrow at 4?" I wrote back: "Sounds great!"
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"You know we only have a few more days to get this done. Your mother's fertile time is coming up quick. And, I have to leave for that conference Albany this morning. I'll be gone for 2 days, and I'm counting on you to have some naked photos I can use as leverage when I get back."
"I don't think Mom will go for it," I said. After the other night, I wasn't sure.
"Just keep after her. We have to get a photo of at least her boobs and her face so we can identify her. Completely naked would be the best."
"What if I back out?" I said.
"You mean that hard-on was fake and you don't want to see you mother's shapely body naked? And, you don't mind never being able to get into college? I thought so! Here's a bag of clothes you can wear while chatting that she won't recognize. Typical sting operation stuff, this. You'll get the flavor of it-or not!"
After Dad left, I went through my zombie routine at school and got home about three. Mom wasn't there, but arrived at ten of four.
"Eric, I'm going to my room to take a nap, so please don't disturb me until I wake up."
No hug or kiss. That was that. I hurried down to Dad's office and unlocked it. For the first time in my life, he had given me a key to his perpetually locked office. I changed into a pair of black running shorts and a white shirt that said "Change" surrounded by coins.
When I saw Mom's icon indicate she was online, I send a video chat request. She accepted. I should have known something was up by the way she was dressed. Nothing provocative at all.
BaBeeBoy69: Hi!
LilRedRyder: I think things got out of hand yesterday.
BaBeeBoy69: How?
LilRedRyder: Things just went WAY too far. Farther than I intended
BaBeeBoy69: Are you angry with me?
LilRedRyder: Not with you. With myself.
BaBeeBoy69: You didn't do anything wrong.
LilRedRyder: I'm supposed to be the mature one here and help you with your shyness.
BaBeeBoy69: You are. I talked to some people today I never would have before.
I was scared that this was all going to blow up and have Dad on the warpath. I was winging it as best I could.
LilRedRyder: I'm glad, but that doesn't make what I was doing right.
BaBeeBoy69: You're helping my confidence more than you know.
LilRedRyder: I'm glad. Let's just keep it friendly. OK?
BaBeeBoy69: You're dressed different.
LilRedRyder: I sent you the wrong signal yesterday. My bad.
BaBeeBoy69: It was good to me. You have a tremendous body and it should be appreciated.
LilRedRyder: Maybe this isn't a good idea any more.
BaBeeBoy69: You're going to reject me. Just like everyone.
LilRedRyder: No, no. You don't understand. I just want to set up some boundaries.
BaBeeBoy69: You were probably laughing at me when you teased me.
LilRedRyder: Teased you?
BaBeeBoy69: Yeah, almost showing me your boobs. Not fair.
LilRedRyder: That's what I mean. I went too far. I'm sorry.
BaBeeBoy69: I want to see your tits.
Dad had said be aggressive when the going gets tough. I figured using "tits" instead of "boobs" sounded agressive.
LilRedRyder: I won't do that. Like I said. That was a mistake.
BaBeeBoy69: Just this once.
LilRedRyder: No.
BaBeeBoy69: You got me to show you stuff. You call that fair?
LilRedRyder: I said it was my mistake.
BaBeeBoy69: You had your way. Admit you liked it, when I showed you my pubic hair.
LilRedRyder: This isn't getting us any where.
BaBeeBoy69: Just admit you liked it, that it excited you.
A long pause then:
LilRedRyder: We're human beings and each one of us has desires. But they have to be controlled.
BaBeeBoy69: You excited me too.
A long pause.
LilRedRyder: I did? Well it's my responsibility to direct that in a positive way.
BaBeeBoy69: You should have seen the erection I got because of you.
LilRedRyder: You should't be saying that to me.
BaBeeBoy69: It's true. I bet you want to see my cock just like I want to see your tits.
LilRedRyder: That's not true.
BaBeeBoy69: Tell me you don't want to blow my mind with a look at your tits!
LilRedRyder: I'm going to leave.
BaBeeBoy69: Tell me you don't want to see the effect your beautiful body has on my cock.
LilRedRyder: You have to stop.
BaBeeBoy69: Just show me your tits once.
LilRedRyder: This is going nowhere.
BaBeeBoy69: Then this is the end?
LilRedRyder: I didn't mean that.
BaBeeBoy69: What's the big deal. I've never seen real tits in person and I wanted you to be my first.
LilRedRyder: That's a nice thought, but no.
BaBeeBoy69: Then, goodbye. I thought we had something.
I logged off. I thought that's what Dad would do. I went upstairs and listened at Mom's bedroom door. She was rustling around, and definitely not sleeping. By the time I got back to Dad's office, there was a message from her: "I didn't mean to hurt you. Sorry. We can make this work."
I wrote back: "Show me your tits and I'll show you my stiff cock."
I stared at the screen for fifteen minutes. Finally, a little red "one" appeared. I clicked it, and it said "OK."
Mom must have done some serious soul-searching in those fifteen minutes and wrestled with her excitement and desires. Desires won, apparently.
I initiated the reconnection, and finally a picture of Mom appeared in the video window. She had on her green shower robe.
LilRedRyder: Hi.
BaBeeBoy69: Hi.
LilRedRyder: I'm sorry for any misunderstanding.
BaBeeBoy69: Just being back here with you makes me feel lots better.
LilRedRyder: Me too. We've spent a lot of time chatting, and I don't want to throw that away.
BaBeeBoy69: You've changed clothes. I like your robe.
LilRedRyder: I figured this would make it easier to get this over with.
BaBeeBoy69: I wish you didn't think of it like that.
LilRedRyder: This is difficult for me. I'm not like this.
BaBeeBoy69: Are you saying you're not curious about what my cock looks like?
LilRedRyder: I didn't say that. I'm just guilty about it. You're as young as my son.
BaBeeBoy69: You've never seen his cock?
LilRedRyder: Let's not talk about him.
BaBeeBoy69: OK. Let me see your tits, please.
Mom took a long time, and I didn't interrupt her. She went for the lapels first like she was going to pull them back over her breasts. But, she finally decided to undo the belt. The robe fell partially open showing skin from her neck to her waist while she was seated in front of the camera. All the time she was careful never to show her face.
Finally, she parted the robe and shrugged it back over her shoulders. This gave me the first look at the most beautiful breasts I ever saw. They were big and full and tipped with light-colored pink nipples. The circles around her nipples were barely visible—a redhead thing, I guessed.
BaBeeBoy69: Wow! They're beautiful!
LilRedRyder: Thank you.
BaBeeBoy69: I bet they're nice and heavy. I would love to feel them.
LilRedRyder: A man has to be gentle with a woman's breasts.
BaBeeBoy69: I would love to suck them.
I waited for a response, but got none.
BaBeeBoy69: You would like that wouldn't you?
No response again, but I bet Mom's panties were warming up again.
BaBeeBoy69: Lean forward so they hang a little bit.
I thought I would get a protest, but she did exactly as I said. Her breasts dangled down and she swayed her shoulders back and forth to make them wave in front of the camera. At one point, her chin and lower lip were visible. I had been taking screenshots all along, and didn't miss that one either.
When she went to put the robe back on, I said:
BaBeeBoy69: Leave it off.
LilRedRyder: I gave you what you wanted. That's enough.
BaBeeBoy69: Don't you want to see my cock?
LilRedRyder: Don't make me ask.
BaBeeBoy69: If you leave the robe off, I'll bet it'll be extra hard.
LilRedRyder: OK. It's off.
BaBeeBoy69: Tell me what you want me to do. Like yesterday.
I got up and made sure my crotch was center stage on the camera. Evidently Mom didn't need much encouragement.
LilRedRyder: Pull your shorts down. Slowly.
I did as she said, and inched the running shorts past my hips, then showing pubic hair, then down to where I had stopped yesterday.
LilRedRyder: More. Please more.
I pulled past the first inch of my thick cock, then continued as I fed inch after inch into view.
LilRedRyder: Oh my God!
I held my cock pointing downward as I lowered my shorts. Finally the mushroom-shaped purple head of my penis showed as my shorts neared my knees.
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