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"That Mark?" I asked.

My husband hung up the phone and nodded. "Said he’s gonna stay at school over break. Everyone is going somewhere at his job, so he told his boss he’d stick around to help pick up the slack for the week."

He went back to reading his book, while I sat there wringing my hands.

"That all he said?" I asked, trying to hide my nervousness.

He turned a page and nodded. "Yep," he replied.

I slowly stood and walked back to my little office. Inside, I closed the door behind me and looked at the phone on my desk. I walked over and picked it up, quietly dialing Mark’s number. Then he answered.

"Hello?"

I gripped the phone with both hands and tried to sound normal.

"Hey..." I said softly.

"Oh, hey. I just talked to dad. He tell ya? I’m gonna stay here for the week, since we’re gonna be shorthanded."

My mouth was dry and I went to speak, but only coughed.

Mark chuckled. "You ok?"

"Yeah," I said.

"So... You’re just gonna work then?"

"Well, it’d be nice to have the extra money," he replied.

I wrapped my hand around the cord. "And you’re... you’re ok, though?" I asked hesitantly.

"Yeah, I’m fine."

"You’re not mad?"

"Why would I be mad?" he said with a light laugh.

I closed my eyes and sighed in relief. "Alright," I said. "I guess I’ll talk to you later. Bye. I love you."

"I love you, too... and hey, I’m not mad... about anything."

My heart nearly stopped, when he said that. "O-ok," I stuttered and hung up.

I pushed the phone across my desk and sat down heavily in my chair, not knowing what to think of that conversation.

Tuesday morning, I was online chatting with a friend via instant messenger. No sooner had he left, than Mark came on. I don’t know why, but my heart suddenly started racing. Just as I was sending him a message, one from him popped up on my screen.

"Hey what’s up?"

"Was just chatting with a fella. How’re you?"

"Fine," he replied.

And then I froze. I didn’t know what to say. Even though we weren’t exactly face-to-face, it did feel a bit awkward. I tried to think of something to say.

"And how is work?"

"Just fine," he said.

"Well, that’s good."

I can’t say for sure, but he seemed to be having the same sense of unease, as myself. Typically, when we talked online together, it was fast-paced. The only time it slowed down was when something distracted us on our respective side of the keyboard. But it was becoming obvious that something was different now.

"Who were you talking to?" he asked.

"Oh, no one really. Just a guy I met online a few months ago."

"Having net sex with him? Lol."

I chuckled. The truth is, yeah, I sort of wanted to. He lives on the other side of the country, but I’m certainly not the type to go fooling around behind my husband’s back. God, no! I suppose I looked at it as merely a bit of harmless fun. But to be honest, yeah, sometimes I get bored, like anyone else, and, well, I masturbate just to pass the time.

"That would be none of your business, pal!" I replied, but perhaps as an unconscious tease, added, "And so what, if I was? Jealous or something? :P"

There was a brief pause, and then Mark replied, "I don’t know! Should I be?? :D"

I smirked. That was a good question. In a way, yes, I wanted him to be a little jealous.

"He just wanted to see what I was wearing, that’s all. No biggie."

There was a pause, and then Mark replied, "You showed him on your webcam?"

"Yeah, of course. How else would he see me?"

Mark paused, and started typing.

"What did you show him? Just curious."

My heart began racing again and I replied, "Wanna see?"

"Sure"

I turned my webcam on and, with a shaking hand, reached up and angled the camera atop my monitor downward. Mark could now see me. I glanced up at the black eye of the camera and tried to smile, giving him a quick wave.

"Hi there!" he typed.

I chuckled. "Hi there, back at ya, mister!"

I took a deep breath and waited. Then he began typing.

"That’s it?" he asked. "You just showed him this?"

I fidgeted in my chair, replying, "Well... yeah, sorta."

"Sorta?"

"I sorta showed him more. It was just some harmless fun, is all. Nothing major."

"Ohhhhh ok. If you say so!!" he said.

Now my hands were visibly shaking, making it difficult to type.

"Um... wanna see?" I asked. But then I paused, just before hitting the send button. This was it. I’d be making a step in that certain direction. And what if I was wrong about all of this? What if Mark wanted to forget what happened the previous weekend? Just as important, and perhaps more so, was why couldn’t I get it out of my head? Why did I keep dwelling on it, replaying it in my mind? Before I could put too much thought into it, I clicked on the send button.

I waited for what seemed like forever, but was probably only a few seconds.

"sure" came his terse reply.

I swallowed and took a deep breath, pushing my chair back from the desk. I reached up and angled the camera more to take in a shot of my entire torso. I smiled nervously at the black eye staring back at me, but quickly looked away. It wasn’t just a random viewer watching me. It was my son. That black lens was his eyes looking directly at me; looking at my body.

Still nervously shaking, my hands went to the hem of my sweatshirt and pulled it over my head in one quick movement. I dropped it to the side on the floor and sat back in my chair, placing my hands in my lap, sitting there in my white bra facing the monitor, trying to avoid eye contact with the camera. My chest rose sharply as I breathed, knowing Mark was taking me in. After about a minute of silence, he began typing again.

"That seems harmless."

I grinned and leaned forward to the keyboard.

"Told ya!" I replied, and then quickly sat back.

"You shown other guys this?" he asked.

I leaned forward again. "Um... Yeah, a few."

"This is all you show them?"

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, as I typed an answer.

"No," I said, typing slowly. "Sometimes I show them more. Not always, but sometimes. Depends on my mood."

Another brief pause, and Mark asked what else I showed them. This time, I didn’t hesitate. I knew if I did, I wouldn’t follow through on it. I pushed away from the desk and, without looking at the camera, reached back behind me and unclasped my bra, letting it fall from my shoulders. I pulled it off my arms and dropped it to the floor with my shirt. Then I sat back, placing my hands on the arms of the chair, staring back at the monitor.

Mark didn’t say anything for a long time. I built up my courage, and then slowly brought one hand up to my breast and began caressing it. The flickering ember that had been lit earlier during my previous conversation with my friend was now being rekindled.

I made myself forget who it was watching me and took my other hand and placed it at the top of my shorts. Then I slowly pushed it under the waistband. When my fingers made contact with my vagina, my jaw dropped slightly and I sighed, closing my eyes. I didn’t care who it was now on the other side of the keyboard.

I began gently massaging my clit, while simultaneously caressing my erect nipple. And very soon, I let my head fall back and lost myself in the brief moment of selfpleasure.

When I felt the first twinge of an orgasm approaching, I suddenly remembered Mark. I quickly lifted my head to see if he had sent me a message. Nothing new was on the screen and I feared he might have left. I leaned forward and began typing.

"Still there?" I asked.

I waited for a reply, and when it finally arrived, I sighed in relief.

"Yes," he said.

I pushed one hand back down my shorts and very awkwardly typed with the other.

"You hard?" I asked.

"Yes," came a quick reply.

"Want me to take off my shorts?"

There was a pause, and then he said yes. I pushed my chair back and stood up. Were it any other guy, I would have taken my time doing this in order to be a tease, but instead I hurriedly pushed them down my legs, panties included. When they were pooled around my ankles, I stepped out of them and kicked them off to the side. Then I sat down in my chair, spreading my legs and pushing my ass forward a bit so he could see better.

Now my body had gone into autopilot. It wasn’t Mark, my son, any longer, but simply another guy on the Internet. I leaned forward to the keyboard, asking what he thought. "Nice," he replied, followed up rapidly with, "Very sexy". A devilish grin grew across my face and I leaned back, pushing my knees apart and lewdly playing with my vagina, working my way back to where my orgasm had left off.

After a few minutes, just on the brink of erupting, I shot back to the keyboard and asked if he was still hard. He said he was and I asked how hard? "VERY" he replied. I glanced up at the camera and smiled, then asked if he was going to cum soon. "YES!" he said.

"Me too," I typed. Then I leaned back and brought myself to orgasm, writhing in my chair, groaning loudly and holding my legs up high and far apart. And as it slowly ebbed, I did as I always had when I performed this same act with someone online, and licked my fingers clean, occasionally pausing to gently pinch my nipples and pull outward on them.

When I had finally caught my breath, I smiled up at the camera and winked, wiping a hand over my brow. I pulled my chair back to the keyboard and asked if he had cum.

"hell yes!!!" came his speedy reply.

I laughed, typing back, "That was fun!"

He started typing, but then I realized it was going to become awkward again, if I didn’t do something.

"I better go get cleaned up," I said. "You gonna be around tomorrow?"

"Fuck I came hard!!!" he said in his message. Then he quickly replied to mine, asking what time I would be online the next day. I wrote back saying probably the same time, and he said that would work for him, too.

"See ya then!" I said, waving to the camera.

"Bye!"

Then I blew him a kiss and logged out.

God, I couldn’t believe I’d just masturbated with my son. Then I chuckled and shook my head, thinking it wasn’t exactly the first time for that. But I also felt a sense of relief. It wasn’t so bad, what we did. It wasn’t as though we didn’t know what we were doing this time. In fact, in a way, it almost made me feel a little closer to him, as though our relationship had expanded. Not so much changed, as it was more modified. I almost felt elated.

The next morning, I rushed around the bedroom, trying to find something a bit sexier to wear for him. I found a lacey push-up bra and a pair of pink thongs with only a tiny triangular patch of fabric covering my vagina. Over this I wore my usual shorts and t-shirt, and then headed down to my office in the house.

I had my camera on, while I waited for him, and then he arrived. My heart began racing and my knees wobbled. We chatted briefly, but we both knew why we were there. I asked if he was ready to have fun again, to which he replied with an enthusiastic, "Hell yes!!"

This time, however, I was more deliberate in removing my clothing. I’d take off my shirt and let the image of my breasts, the nipples just poking up over the edge of the bra, get him excited. Then I had him beg me to remove it, as well as my shorts and panties. To be honest, I was just as eager to get naked as he was for me to do so. And when I was completely nude in my chair, we chatted for a few minutes.

"Can you lick your nipples?" he asked.

I chuckled and looked up at the camera atop my monitor, rolling my eyes. He laughed, but then I sat back and scooped up one of my breasts and tried to lean down and lick it. I’m only a decent B cup, so there isn’t much leeway for such carnal acrobatics as that, but I managed to get close enough.

"That’s REALLY sexy!!" he exclaimed happily.

I laughed, replying, "Well, either my tongue isn’t long enough or my boobs aren’t quite big enough for that!"

"You have really cute boobs!" he said.

I smirked, saying, "Oh? They’re just ‘cute’? Gee, thanks. :P" Then I glanced up at the camera and stuck out my tongue. Mark laughed once again and said he thought they were sexy. "That’s better," I typed with a chuckle.

I let one hand drop between my legs, and then asked if he was getting hard.

"Been hard for a while!!" he said.

"Mmm," I replied. "Wish I could see that! ;)"

"Me, too."

Just then, my stomach fluttered. The words simply came out on their own, but now that I thought about it, I really wasn’t opposed to the idea. My fingers slipped across my wet clit, sending a gentle spark through my body. I closed my eyes and sighed. When I opened them, Mark had sent me a message.

"Is your pussy wet?"

I looked up at the camera and nodded, smiling dreamily. Then I brought my hand to my mouth and licked my fingers.

"How’s it taste?" he asked.

"Mmm," I replied. "Delicious!"

"You like tasting yourself?"

Once more, I looked at the camera and grinned, licking my fingers seductively for him.

And as I continued to play with myself, his next message nearly made me erupt into an orgasm.

"I’d love to taste you," he said.

I slumped back in my chair and groaned loudly, spreading my legs wide. I was getting closer to orgasm and, in my delirium, asked if he would have rather had me suck him off that night, instead of using my hand?

"YESSS!!!!" he exclaimed.

Teetering on the brink of orgasm and barely capable of typing, I hastily replied, "I’d love to feel you cum in my mouth." Then, just before it struck home, I added, "I’d swallow for you."

That’s when my orgasm took over. I managed to have a moment of clarity in thought, and quickly reached for my mouse, clicking on the sound, allowing Mark to hear me in the throws of passion, as well as watch me.

I moaned loudly, humping against both my hands, one fingering myself deeply while the other stimulated my clit.

"Oh fuck," I cried. "...oh fuck, I’m cumming!"

I opened my eyes just in time to see Mark say he was cumming, as well. I smiled and threw my head back, holding my legs out wide so he could get the best possible view.

When my orgasm finally subsided, I sat in the chair with my arms hanging down to the side limp and my legs straight out.

"Fuck!" came a message from him. "That was HOT!"

I managed a weak grin and tried to raise my hand to wave. Then I sat up and, with much effort, pulled my chair to the desk. Just as I started typing, Mark sent me a message.

"Is your pussy all red and wet?"

I chuckled and glanced up at the camera, giving him a wicked smile.

"Wanna see for yourself?" I asked.

"YES" he replied eagerly.

I stood from my chair and took a step back, and then reached for the camera, trying to hold it steady, as I brought it down. I moved my chair to the side and put one leg on the seat, slowly bringing the camera down and angling it up so he could get a good view between my legs. With my free hand, I spread myself open for him.

"Fuck, that is sexy as hell."

With the camera still down there, I slipped my index finger inside me and held myself open for him.

"Shit that is smoking hot," he said.

I carefully raised the camera, setting it atop the monitor, and then looked directly at it and smiled, sticking my index finger in my mouth and swirling my tongue around it. Then, once again without any forethought, I typed, "Bet you wish that was your hot cock inside me, huh?" I hit send, and then remembered to whom I had said that.

"...oh damn..." I mumbled.

To my relief, Mark only winked in reply. Still, I felt like perhaps I’d gone a bit too far in saying that in our little online game. After all, to me, that’s what this was: nothing more than a silly role-playing excursion. However, in saying that, I added a bit more realism, and perhaps even sincerity, to it.

We chatted for a few more minutes, though it was rather cute when he asked me not to put my clothes back on so soon afterwards. God, I felt like a high school girl all over again. I bit my finger and giggled and asked him why?

"Cuz you look sexy like that!" he said.

"Ya think so?" I asked coyly.

"Hell yes!"

"Alright," I replied. "Maybe I’ll sit here in the buff for ya. How’d that suit ya?"

"Just great!" he said.

So we talked for a short time, and once in a while, I’d let one of my hands slide across my breast, pausing for a moment to pull on the nipple, keeping it nice and erect for my audience of one.

Before our little session of erotic fun ended, he once again complimented me on my looks. I couldn’t help but blush and thanked him.

Later while I was taking a shower, I had an idea. I got out and dried off, and went down to find our digital camera. Every now and then, I’d take a few pictures for my husband and send them to him at work; just a little something to brighten his day. Sometimes I was naked or partially so, and other times they would merely be pictures of me clothed around the house. I decided to send Mark a few.

I had a closet full of different types of lingerie, so I took pictures of me in several of them, also in various stages of undress. After I had filled up the camera, I took it down to my office and uploaded them to my computer, and then emailed a few to him. A couple hours later, while checking my mail, I got a reply from Mark about my pictures.

"What a sexy redheaded babe! :D"