You know me. I'm the introverted geeky kid that wears Star Trek t-shirts, knows every line of dialogue from the Lord of The Rings trilogy and whose social life happens online as opposed to real life.
I'm sixteen years old (seventeen next February) and a sophomore in high school. I'm introverted and not a social butterfly. The fact is I prefer my life online to my real life. Because in reality I'm just an average looking overweight kid who wears glasses and has no friends. Online at the various forums where I post and on my social network profiles I can be anyone I want to be. It's so easy to just take someone else's photos and whip up a profile. In 20 minutes and a few clicks of the mouse I magically transform myself into an entirely different person. Nobody makes fun of my appearance. People listen to what I have to say. Girls like me.
Why would I ever want to give that up for reality?
I was sitting awake around 2 a.m. on a Saturday night just after New Years. I was bored and a little horny so I was browsing random profiles for women on one of my favorite social networks. My search parameters were Caucasian, age 35 - 45, because I like MILFs.
I was pretty sure I'd run into at least one chick with fap worthy photos. There's always at least one slut in the bunch. But this night as I clicked through the profiles I felt my hardon slowly softening. I just wasn't finding anything I liked. I muttered a choice expletive over how many people were making their albums private nowadays. The paranoid assholes were making it hard for me to steal their pictures and copy their profile content.
I had just about decided to give it up when I saw her. My aunt Tammy. My eyes widened slightly and I clicked on her profile. It was private. I frowned.
I'd always had a crush on aunt Tammy. She looked like Holly Hunter's character in Raising Arizona. So small and sexy and perfect. I'd lost count of the number of times I'd fapped to fantasies of her.
I was intrigued because the social network I was on was more a dating site and less of a let's be friends site.
I decided to send her a friends add. The only question was which fake profile to use? I had several. Because I was still a little horny and turned on by the MILF fantasy I decided to go with Dylan. Dylan was my teen profile. He was tall and broad shouldered with an athletic physique. He had sun kissed tan skin and spiky platinum blonde hair. His blue eyes sparkled with keen intelligence and a wicked sense of humor.
Would aunt Tammy give this young kid the time of day? probably not, I laughed. But how turned on would I be if she did?
Forty-eight hours later she approved the add. And her profile opened up. Her friends list was a legion of hard bodied young men. Mostly teens. And her "About Me" read like something off of Adult Confessions. I read, eyes wide as she described her sexless marriage and her philandering husband. I felt a stirring in my groin as she mentioned her sexual fantasies involving young lovers.
I was disappointed with her photos. They were all ones I had seen before. Nothing overtly sexual. They were deluged with comments from horny young teens like "Nice tits" and "Damn baby I'd tap that ass". I felt an immediate sense of territoriality. She was going to be mine.
I set out to win her heart. I decided that the best way to do it would be to show the maturity that was lacking in the majority of her other "friends".
Over the next several weeks she and I spent hours chatting on instant messenger. We laughed at one anothers jokes and discussed half a hundred topics from music to movies to religion to sex. She found me remarkably mature for my age and kidded that I was probably a forty year old man pretending to be a teen. I assured her I wasn't and she replied it was a joke. When the time seemed appropriate I mentioned I was a jealous person and I didn't like all those other guys talking to her the way they did. She told me she hadn't payed the last attention to them since meeting me and sent a *mwah* kiss. I sent her a kiss back and asked her to be my girl. She agreed and changed her status to "In a relationship".
We continued our instant messenger chats for months and began to regularly have cyber sex. I asked her for nude pictures, she asked me for the same. I found pics of cocks at a "rate my penis" site and sent them to her as my own. She was fooled and sent back *drool*. But she always had an excuse to not send me any of her.
I finally became frustrated enough to threaten breaking up with her, telling her I'd been used and maybe she had been the 40 year old man masquerading as a beautiful woman the entire time. She begged me not to leave and told me she had a confession to make.
She wasnt the woman in the photos she told me. That was her sister. Her name was Jeanette and she was a couple of years older with darker hair and eyes. She did live in a cold sexless marriage and she did fantasize about being with a younger man, but she was afraid of being caught. So she created a fake profile.
It was my mother.
My mind reeled. I was silent for so long she sent "....Dylan?"
"I'm here," I replied. "It's a lot to digest. Give me a minute?"
"Ok," she typed. "I understand."
I discovered that I was more sexually excited by this new possibility than I'd ever been by the idea of being in an incestuous relationship with my favorite aunt.
"I want to see you," I said. "The real you. on webcam."
"Ok," she agreed. "I want to see you too."
"I don't own a webcam," I said. "You know my family barely get by. I'm lucky to even be online."
"That's right," she sent. "Sorry babe, I forgot. Hold a second."
I waited.
After several minutes the webcam icon activated on the chat window. I clicked it and the interior of my mother's bedroom down the hall came into view. She was sitting there in a wife beater, her big natural tits straining the fabric. I unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out.
"The real you is sexier than the fake you," I sent.
"Thanks," she smiled.
"I like your tits," I admitted. She laughed and used her hands to jiggle them for me.
"Your old man must be gay to not want to be with you," I said.
"No," she typed. "He just has something younger and firmer."
"Fuck that," I told her. "You are perfection."
She smiled again and brushed her hair away from her face. "You aren't so bad yourself. Wish I could see you. I loved those dick pics. Your a big boy."
"Runs in the family," I told her. "Take your top off."
She hesitated a moment, then got up and locked her door. "Son's home," she typed when she sat back down. "So what do you want to see? My tits?"
"Everything," ; I told her.
"Ok," she said. By now I was slowly stroking my erect penis. I watched her strip for me slowly, enjoying having my mother as my own personal webcam girl. When she was done she sat back down still naked.
"Are you masturbating?" She asked.
"Yes," I said. "You should to. Lets do it together."
She smiled and agreed. She leaned back in her chair and cocked her legs up on the arm rests, giving me a clear view of her crotch. She began fingering herself.
We masturbated together for several minutes before I came with such intensity I groaned out loud. She didn't hear.
That was our first time. Since then I've continued my online relationship with her.
"So you like the taboo as much as I do," I asked in a recent chat. She nodded. I'd just watched her perform double penetration on herself with a hairbrush handle and her dildo.
"Prove it," I said.
"How?" She asked.
"I want you to do something completely taboo," I said. "Or else I'll consider you to be full of shit."
She laughed. "Anything for you babe. Just name it."
"You mentioned you have a son," I said. "He's pretty introverted and stuff? I know guys like that. I bet he's kind of chunky right? No girlfriend?"
"Yeah," she nodded. "I feel sorry for him. He's a sweet boy."
"Japanese mothers consider it their duty to have sex with their sons in those situations," I said. "They take pity on them. It sucks being alone and going through all those hormonal changes with no release."
She looked doubtful.
"I knew you were full of it," I frowned.
"No," she said. "Its just... I don't want to hurt him."
"You wont," I told her. "You'll be giving him a beautiful gift. He'll love you for it."
"I wouldn't even know how to go about it," she sighed.
"You'll think of something."
"I suppose," she twisted her face up in thought.
"I want you to have sex with him by the end of the month," I instructed her. "I'll know if you did it or not."
"I'll do it tonight," she promised. "We're home alone. I'm still horny."
"Good." I smiled. "Go to work then baby girl."
I signed out. I'm sitting here right now staring at the submission page on adult confessions. I hear her walking down the hall. She just stopped in front of my bedroom door. She's knocking. "Honey, this is mama. Let's talk."