Chapter 2: Seeking My Mom’s Advice

Finally I did the smart thing and decided to discuss it with the only person I trusted explicitly and whose opinion I valued more than anyone else’s - my mom. The next morning after my dad was finished with me, instead of going back to sleep in my own bed I hopped in bed besides my naked mom. She’d been sound asleep so needless to say she was pleasantly surprised by the feel of my hands caressing her breasts.

“Morning honey,” she yawned as her eyes barely opened.

I slipped under the covers and rubbed up close to her. My pussy was still sensitive and wet from the fucking my dad had just given me so when I pressed my crotch against my mom’s bare thigh I felt a surge run through me. Mmmmmmm her naked body felt so smooth and warm under her heavy comforter. Yes, a comforter in the middle of summer. It could be the middle of a heat wave in August and my mom still slept under a pile of blankets! She was laying on her back so I draped one leg over hers and pressed my wet pussy against her hip. My arm went over her and my boobs pressed tight against her side. I couldn’t help but move my hips slightly against her to rub my clit against her.

“What’s the matter dear?” my mom asked in a groggy voice, “Didn’t your father take care of you this morning?”

“Oh mom!” I pretended to pout, “You know better than that!” I lightly traced the tips of my fingers up and down her belly from her crotch to the top of her neck. She stirred slightly which didn’t surprise me as I knew from past experience she loved being touched like this.

“Mom ... can I ask you a question?”

“Of course honey. What do you want?

Taking a deep breath, I started to explain to her about Charlene, how we had chatted for months and what I was thinking about doing with her. When I mentioned the possibility of actually meeting her my mom’s eyes opened wide and suddenly she wasn’t so sleepy anymore!

“Kelly!” she said, turning on her side to face me, “We’ve talked a lot about THAT and you know how I feel.”

She stroked her fingers through my hair, making goose bumps rise on me as I shivered. There was just something about the feeling I got when anyone played with my hair and my mom knew it. “You promised your dad and me you would never meet anyone like that so what’s so special about this woman?”

Well, at least she was curious which was better than I’d feared things might go at the beginning. Before she could change her mind I explained to her all the ways Charlene was different from other people I had chatted with. My mom wasn’t buying it though.

“You know better Kelly. How can you be certain who she is?” my mom asked. “She could be anyone, maybe not even a woman! Just because she sends photos doesn’t mean they’re of her!”

“Well mom, if you would let me have a cam then she could turn hers on and I could see her.”

As soon as I said that he body tensed and not in a good way. Uh-oh, I realized I’d crossed the line. If there was one thing that was not negotiable it was a web cam. After the little “incident” in our neighborhood a few years ago where a local girl had nudes posted everywhere after camming with someone who promised they would never be shared, my parents made me swear I would never get one. I could’ve kicked myself for even mentioning one because I knew better than to bring it up. If there was one thing that got my mom mad, this was it.

“I thought that subject was settled, Kelly,” she said slowly in a stern voice usually reserved for when I was really bad.

Realizing I was digging myself a deeper hole by the second, I immediately looked to change the subject. Suddenly an idea burst into my mind that just seemed brilliant at the time - as do most of my really stupid ideas when they hatch.

“What if you met her with me?” I asked, “Then you could be sure who she was before I did anything with her.”