Chapter 1

John raced up to his room and tossed his book bag carelessly onto his bed. Looking at the clock, he noticed he still had a good two hours before his mom got home from work. 'More than enough time' he thought as he booted up his computer and logged on to check his e-mail. He stiffened slightly at the "New Mail" message.

It had started as a joke about a month earlier. He had found the singles ad that his mother had placed while searching in her room for the stack of playboys she had confiscated from him. It surprised him. He had never thought of his mother as needing companionship. It had been over 5 years since his dad left, and in all that time she had not once even mentioned dating. Still, John thought, he could get back at her for taking away his stash of magazines by playing a little joke on her. He had put everything back the way he had found it and took the ad back with him to his room. It read:

Seeking Someone Special, SWF, 37, 5'7",
traditional mother of 1 looking for adventurous,
outgoing male for companionship and correspondance.
If interested please e-mail

That had been a month ago, and things had taken an unexpected turn.

Evidently, he had been the only one to respond to the ad and his mother had been so thrilled at any response that she was doing her best to keep the e-mail correspondence going. Even agreeing to things she would never have even thought of before.

It was no longer just a game, it had become a way for John to manipulate his unwitting mother. He had mentioned in one of his e-mail how he thought a growing boy should be allowed to stay up as late as he wanted. Of course, his mother had agreed wholeheartedly in her response and it was soon after that John found his bedtime curfew lifted.

It was this new found power over his mother that he was now pushing to the limits. He wanted to see just how far she would go.

In his last message, he told her he wouldn't write her anymore since she was just not his "type" and since he doubted she could ever change this was going to be the last she heard from him. This would let him know how far she was willing to go.

That night, John noticed his mother was a wreck. She seemed on the verge of tears all night long. But, this morning she seemed strangely happier, although a little frazzled over something. Now John knew what that something was. She had made a decision last night all right. The message on the screen read:

"I can change. Please give me a chance.
I can be anything you want me to be."

That kind of submission from his mother shocked him, but that was not what had his adolescent dick standing at attention. It was the attached photo his mom had sent. It showed her sitting on her bed with her blouse halfway open showing off a lacy black bra and looking into the camera with a mixture of embarrassment, lust and longing. As John stared at the picture, something inside him knew that this was going to change everything between them.

A slow grin cracked his face as he reached down to rub the bulge in his jeans.

"Looks like I've got myself a girlfriend"; he chuckled as he continued to rub the growing bulge in his pants.

John must have stared at the lewd photo his mother unknowingly sent him for an hour. The way she arched her back to thrust out her tits and make them strain against the black lace bra, had the thirteen-year old's dick stiff and throbbing. He still couldn't believe his mother would send such a photo much less take one. She had always seemed so prudish in the past. Yelling and carrying on when she'd discovered John's stash of playboys as if the world was coming to an end. Now here she was posing like a woman desperate for male attention. The more he thought about it; the more it bothered him. She had made such a big deal about the magazines, and then she goes off and sends a photo like this to a man she doesn't even really know.

She really must be desperate, he thought. An idea began to form inside John's mind. Looking over at the clock he sees he doesn't have long until his mom gets home, so he hurriedly types a reply to her.