Lacey's First Double-Penetration
Date: 26.02.2008Keywords: Lacey's, Double-Penetration, First,
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The thing was he didn't look 20; he looked more like 17 which was a real turn on. He looked younger than Ricky. As Denise spoke, Lori pictured Ricky, that wonderful erection that she had used. Ricky was so much better than the boys Denise encountered. Denise laughed and asked if Lori were ill, as her cheeks were flushed. Lori demurred, unable to tell Denise the real source of her blush. If she only knew.
When she reached home, Ricky was hobbling around the house, and it was clear he wouldn't be taking any pain medication that night. When she asked how he slept, he gave her a sardonic grin. He had slept well, but his dreams were weird. How weird? He wouldn't say, but he blamed the drugs. Another reason not to take anything before bed. She considered drugging him again, but that seemed too extreme. Pain medication for his ankle was one thing. Pain medication to reduce him to her plaything was quite another. She had to draw a line somewhere.
After dinner, she busied herself with housework, something to keep her mind from dwelling on the snake in a tutu, anything to keep her mind from dwelling. When he kissed her good night, her body shivered. She could have reached out and touched that with which she was now familiar. But she didn't. She held together. And later, when she went to bed, she replaced the batteries in the vibrator. While it didn't bring the satisfaction of the night before, it allowed her to close her eyes and relive her charming of the cobra. That's how she saw it, charming the cobra.
The vision stuck with her over the next week. While not on her mind constantly, it popped to the front at odd moments. During work, at lunch with Denise, Lori would be perfectly attuned to what was going on, until the vision burst into her consciousness. She would feel a rush, a wave of heat, a desire she thought she had left behind years before. She always managed to tamp down the memory, but she couldn't erase it. The snake lived in her mind now. She couldn't eradicate it.
And she found herself sneaking peeks at Ricky. When he emerged from a shower, at night lying on the couch, in the morning when she woke him, she always managed to check the 'snake', to see if it was alive and well. She told herself she didn't do in on purpose, that she just happened along, but she knew that was a lie. Part of her planned the encounters all along. Part of her wanted to find a way to put him asleep and duplicate what she had done before. Yet, she couldn't find a way. She couldn't very well get him drunk every night. She had almost given up on ever playing with the snake again when she came upon the computer file.
She wanted to send an email to a friend, and when she tapped a key, the virus checker said she had an infected file. Did she want to delete it? Well, she did, but not before she read the file and determined what she was deleting. So, she opened the file and found a chat log, a file of online messaging. Pretty dull stuff, she thought, until she saw the screen names—SONSTROKE and SUBMOM. What was that all about? She started reading, and her eyes widened.
The log was a record of the online chat between SONSTROKE and SUBMOM, and the topic wasn't a medical condition or submarines. What these two talked about was incest, mother-son incest, and it wasn't just idle chat. This was obviously role play where SONSTROKE played the dominant son while SUBMOM played a passive mother. And what they described was sex in a way Lori had never dreamed of. What SUBMOM said she wanted done to her, and what SONSTROKE was willing to do constituted visions Lori had only heard about. The graphic descriptions sizzled on the screen as both SONSTROKE and SUBMOM responded to the play. Lori could almost hear the grunts and moans and screams as they took their sexual encounter higher and higher. It was as if she were peeping through a window at these two, until they both claimed an orgasm. What did that mean? Could they really masturbate while they chatted online? Was that possible? Lori licked her lips and read to the end, the really interesting part.
At the end, SONSTROKE and SUBMOM chatted about themselves. SONSTROKE claimed he was 18 and secretly lusted for his mom, who he thought was very sexy. Since he could never approach her, he played online with surrogate moms. SUBMOM told him to test the water. Did he peek, did he let his mom see him with an erection, did he flirt, did he touch and hug? If he was serious, he would try all those things, because maybe, just maybe, his mom thought about him too.
Lori pushed back from the computer, blown away by what she had read. Was SONSTROKE her son, Ricky? Did he secretly lust for her? Did he get off online with women who held like fantasies? A vision invaded her mind. She pictured Ricky in front of the computer, naked, stroking himself for the woman on the other side of the electronic divide. She could see him jerking off while he chatted with SUBMOM and others like her, while he dreamed it was his own mom he was using.
She shook the vision from her mind. What did it mean? She deleted the file. She didn't want a virus or Ricky to know about it. If it was Ricky, then... She retreated to the kitchen and a glass of wine.
Over Merlot, she pondered her newfound knowledge. Did her son really desire her? Or was he playing some kind of game on the computer? First, was he SONSTROKE? Was the chat session really him? Could it be someone else? How could she know? How could she tell? And even if it was him, was he lying or telling the truth? What, if anything, was true about the chat log? Could it be some kind of imaginative role play? A joke? A way to get off? What? And how could she know? She pondered the problem even in bed while she used her vibrator.
The next day, she stayed late at work. Alone after everyone else had left, even Denise, Lori logged onto the network with trembling fingers. She would be KNOWINGMOM online. Once online, she began to search for SONSTROKE. She found him in a chat room titled CHATTING UP MOM. She stared at the screen a moment before she sent a message. Her heart pounded in her chest. Would he answer? If he did, then what? While she waited, she dialed her home phone. It rang and rang and rang and rang without the answering machine cutting in. That meant someone was using the phone line, generally that meant Ricky was online. It had happened before. Was he online as SONSTROKE? She shivered with anticipation. The screen lit up.
SONSTROKE: Hi, I'm Ricky, 18 m.
She swallowed hard and typed back.
KNOWINGMOM: Hi, I'm Denise, 38 divorced f.
SONSTROKE: have kids?
KNOWINGMOM: One, 18 son.
SONSTROKE: hi, mom, I'm 18 too. Is he good looking?
KNOWINGMOM: Very. Smart too.
SONSTROKE: Aren't we all...lol. Are you good looking?
KNOWINGMOM: I think so.
SONSTROKE: Does he?
KNOWINGMOM: I don't know. He never tells me.
SONSTROKE: I bet he thinks you are, but he's scared to say anything.
KNOWINGMOM: Why would he be scared?
SONSTROKE: he can't very well tell her he has the hots for her.
KNOWINGMOM: Is that what you have, the hots for you mom?
SONSTROKE: Yessssssssssssss
KNOWINGMOM: And did you tell her?
SONSTROKE: No...lol...I'm like your son. I can't say anything.
KNOWINGMOM: Do you think she wants you?
SONSTROKE: Not a chance. She barely looks at me.
KNOWINGMOM: You can't know till you ask.
SONSTROKE: I know. Have you peeked at your son?
KNOWINGMOM: No, not really.
SONSTROKE: Going to?
KNOWINGMOM: Maybe if he peeks at me.
SONSTROKE: lol I hear you. I peek sometimes, but she doesn't know.
KNOWINGMOM: Really? How do you manage that?
SONSTROKE: She doesn't know it, but when she comes out of the shower, she passes the mirror. From the hall, I have a perfect view for a second or two.
KNOWINGMOM: You're inventive.
SONSTROKE: Yeah, I peek then, I go jerk off. She really turns me on.
KNOWINGMOM: Really?
SONSTROKE: Yesssssssss. The other day, I came home and found her outside, working in the flower bed. I stood behind and just watched her ass. I wanted to come up behind her, pull down her shorts and do her right there.
KNOWINGMOM: Oh my.
Lori pushed back from the computer. She remembered working in the flower bed, glancing over her shoulder, spotting him. Had he been standing there wanting sex with her?
SONSTROKE: Does your son want you like that?
KNOWINGMOM: I have no idea.
SONSTROKE: Bet he does. And you want him.
KNOWINGMOM: How do you know that?
SONSTROKE: You wouldn't be chatting with me if you didn't. lol
KNOWINGMOM: And you wouldn't be chatting if you didn't want your mother?
SONSTROKE: Touche. I get hard just thinking about her.
KNOWINGMOM: What turns you on about her?
SONSTROKE: Everything. Nice tits, wonderful ass, sense of humor. I think she would be dynamite in bed.
KNOWINGMOM: Would you be?
SONSTROKE: I hope so.
KNOWINGMOM: What would you like done to you?
SONSTROKE: I have this fantasy. I'm in the hall, peeping. She comes out of the shower, and this time, she's not in her robe or a towel. This time, she's naked, still wet. She stands where I can see her and she pinches her nipples, rubs between her legs. She closes her eyes and whispers my name. Then, she looks in the mirror, and suddenly, I know she can see me, my hard cock in my hands. She smiles and waves me into her bedroom.
Lori watched the words stream across the screen, and each passing second seemed to make her hotter, sexier. She unbuttoned her blouse and reached inside to feel her breast through her bra. Something about this felt more true than true, something played on her desire.
SONSTROKE: She kisses me and pushes me to my knees in front of her. Then, she moves forward and orders me to lick her. I do what she says. I take her and spread her and lick while she stands over me. She tells me exactly where and how to lick or suck or nibble, whatever she wants. She grabs my head and holds me very still while she grinds against my face.
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Keywords: Lacey's, Double-Penetration, First,