Lacey's First Double-Penetration
Date: 26.02.2008Keywords: Lacey's, First, Double-Penetration,
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All the while, she moans and orders and moves, slowly at first. She's so wet, she coats my face with juice, which makes me harder than ever. I can feel my erection bobbing in front of me, but she won't allow me to touch it.
The words mesmerized Lori. As she massaged herself, she stared and wondered how SONSTROKE had ever come up with such a detailed fantasy. He was describing the act in such detail she wondered if he had ever really done it. It was so good it turned her on, making her squirm in her chair. She could almost feel that tongue, that face, that thrill. She could almost see herself using him as he described. She could feel the tingle between her thighs.
KNOWINGMOM: Go on.
SONSTROKE: I know I'm not supposed to be doing this to my mom, but she wants it, and I want it, and it's there. She keeps telling me what a good son I am, what a wonderful son with a clever tongue, a son who knows how to please his mother. My erection throbs and quivers even as she keeps using my tongue. Her voice catches as she keeps moving against me, pushing herself on me, pushing me ever deeper. I do exactly as she tells me, down to every lick and nibble. I can feel her getting hotter and hotter. She begins to pump herself on my face, panting and urging, until she gushes, shooting juice all over me. I do nothing but let her cum, moaning all the time.
The words stopped, and Lori took a deep breath.
KNOWINGMOM: That's quite a fantasy.
SONSTROKE: Like it?
KNOWINGMOM: Yesssss
SONSTROKE: Want it?
KNOWINGMOM: Yes
SONSTROKE: I bet your son does too.
KNOWINGMOM: You think so?
SONSTROKE: Who wouldn't? LOL
KNOWINGMOM: And do you plan to tell your mother about these fantasies?
SONSTROKE: Maybe when I'm 60. Then, we can both laugh.
KNOWINGMOM: lol That would be funny.
SONSTROKE: What would you like to do to your son?
KNOWINGMOM: I think I'll save that for next time.
SONSTROKE: There'll be a next time?
KNOWINGMOM: Don't you want one?
SONSTROKE: Yessssss I love sitting here naked and chatting. Makes me hard.
KNOWINGMOM: As hard as watching mom in the mirror?
SONSTROKE: Nothing makes me that hard. lol I have to go. Mom should be home soon.
KNOWINGMOM: She's lucky to have such a loving son.
SONSTROKE: If she only knew. Bye
With that he was gone. Lori looked at the screen and quivered. What had she done? More, what had Ricky done? If it was Ricky, how could things ever be the same between them? Who was she kidding. Things were never going to be the same after she met the snake. She knew that. That desire wouldn't go away. The snake had her, possessed her to the point where she was doing cyber chat with a kid, maybe her own son! How had she ever managed to get this far into the morass?
When Lori reached home, she found Ricky in his room, reading. She asked him if he had been on the computer since she had tried to call. He said he had a little bit, but Todd had been on much longer. Todd? He needed to do some research.
As Lori fixed dinner, she considered what she knew. Had Todd been online as SONSTROKE, or was it Ricky? Or had neither been online as SONSTROKE? And if it had been Ricky, did that really mean he wanted his mom? Or was it all some elaborate game to make lonely older women feel wanted? Was that it, some kind of perverse bait and switch game?
What did she really know? Not much. She knew someone had chatted with her and turned her on in a way she hadn't known before. But as to whom that person was, she couldn't say. Worse, did she have any sure method of finding out? Before she did something she would regret for the rest of her life, she had to make certain the person at the other computer was who she thought it was. But how to do that? That was the rub.
At dinner, she tried to engage Ricky in chat, but while he answered her questions, he didn't offer much. It wasn't that he was guarded, more that he simply didn't lead the conversation anywhere. She asked about school and sports and girlfriends, but nothing put him in a loquacious mood. She couldn't very well ask about SONSTROKE or the snake. So, they made small talk.
After dinner and clean up, she went to take a shower. Dressed in a robe, she watched the mirror as she passed, and sure enough, at one point she could see into the hall. But he wasn't there. The hall was empty, and she wasn't sure if she was sad or happy about that. As she prepared for bed, she tried to dream up a way to determine if he was SONSTROKE or had any interest in her. How could she do that? She fell asleep still wondering.
The problem bugged her at work the next day, and by lunch time, she was no closer to a solution. She met Denise who inadvertently provided an answer.
Lori was half listening to Denise at lunch, but her attention jumped up a notch when Denise outlined how she discovered the identity of the person she was online with. We trade pictures, Denise said. Oh, I don't send him a real pic of me. I get one off the net and send it. Then, we arrange to meet, and if he matches his pic, I introduce myself. If not, I run. Denise laughed, you can't be too careful. Oh, I send him a pic that's not as pretty as me so he won't be disappointed if we meet.
Lori listened, wondering if she could follow Denise's lead. As long as she didn't provide her own picture, wasn't it worth an effort?
She stayed late again that night, long after everyone went home. She logged onto the net again, using her newfound name. She looked for SONSTROKE, but he wasn't there at first. Which was good. It gave her time to jump around the net, looking for a suitable picture she could include in email. She had found something when SONSTROKE: sent her a message.
SONSTROKE: busy?
KNOWINGMOM: Not really.
SONSTROKE: Want to play?
KNOWINGMOM: What did you have in mind?
SONSTROKE: How about your favorite fantasy.
KNOWINGMOM: I'm afraid I'd bore you.
SONSTROKE: I doubt that. C'mon, tell me.
She hesitated a moment.
KNOWINGMOM: I like to know who I'm chatting with. Do you have a pic?
She waited for the reply which wasn't instantaneous.
SONSTROKE: It's generally a bad idea to send out your pic on the net, but I trust you. Hold on.
KNOWINGMOM: Holding.
Her heart began to pound inside her chest as she waited for the email. Would he really send a pic, and if he did, would it be Ricky? And if it was, did that mean? She couldn't keep her mind from leaping to conclusion after conclusion. What if, what if, what if...
The mail icon flashed on her screen, and she hesitated. Did she really want to know? Of course, she did. She opened the mail, and the face smiling at her was...unfamiliar.
Her smile disappeared. Her heart stopped pounding. Certainly, the young man on the screen was good looking, but he wasn't as handsome as Ricky. And he was a complete stranger.
SONSTROKE: Like the pic?
KNOWINGMOM: You're a handsome young man.
SONSTROKE: Thanks, mom. And that's not my best feature. LOL
KNOWINGMOM: I'm sure.
SONSTROKE: So, you going to share your pic?
KNOWINGMOM: Hold on.
She inserted the stolen picture into an email and sent it on its electronic way. Perhaps he wouldn't like the pic and would log off. Perhaps he wouldn't want to play. Yet, a part of her wanted to play, even if it wasn't Ricky on the other end. Part of her liked the idea of fantasizing about young men, especially if they wanted their mothers. She wasn't sure why that made her fingers twitch, but it did.
SONSTROKE: Hey, nice pic. You're quite the mom.
KNOWINGMOM: Thanks. I'm glad you like.
SONSTROKE: You mind if I cum all over my screen? LOL
KNOWINGMOM: Be my guest. Does it really turn you on?
SONSTROKE: Really, but tell me your favorite fantasy while I look into your eyes.
KNOWINGMOM: You're quite the charmer.
SONSTROKE: I know what I like.
KNOWINGMOM: I have this fantasy. It's Friday night and I'm home with my son. We're celebrating something, doesn't matter what. We're sipping wine, and I indulge him even if he's underage. But he's not accustomed to the wine, and he drinks a bit too much. He passes out in his chair.
SONSTROKE: go on.
KNOWINGMOM: I try to wake him, but he's out. I can't move him as he's too heavy. I'm about to head off to bed when I wonder about his tool. I mean, he's wearing gym shorts, and it's sort of there. I'm not ordinarily so bold, but I've been drinking. It enters my mind that his father was well endowed, and so he might be too. It's a playful thought, a curiosity. I wonder if I can even do anything about it. The wine is a bit too much, so I sink to my knees and reach up his shorts. He's not wearing underwear.
SONSTROKE: Lucky boy.
KNOWINGMOM: I'm surprised how easy it is to get him aroused, and yes, he is big, even bigger than his father. Before I know it, I've got a big, throbbing member half out of his shorts. I'm surprised and amazed and a bit turned on. What woman doesn't like to handle such a thing. I play with it and stroke it and study it. Most women don't get many opportunities to actually study one of these close up. They're for using, not studying, so this is a unique chance. So, I take my time, use my senses. It's more fun than I supposed, and he's so sound asleep, he doesn't even know. And of course, I have to taste.
SONSTROKE: of course.
KNOWINGMOM: He tastes good, clean, young. I'm surprised by how aroused I am. I lick and suck and take and feel, and all the time I'm getting hotter and hotter. He's oblivious to everything, which makes it easier in some ways. What would he do if he saw his mother wantonly sucking him? But it's simple now. I can do whatever I like, and I like taking as much of him as I can and doing it over and over. I can feel my body respond. My nipples harden and I grow moist, and I think I could bob up and down on this all night if I wanted. But a pang of guilt rips through me. This isn't the moral thing to do. That's clear. I'm out of bounds here. Even though I'm totally turned on, I start to pull away, and that's when he cums.
SONSTROKE: yessssssssss
KNOWINGMOM: It takes me by surprise but only for an instant.
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Keywords: Lacey's, First, Double-Penetration,