I had recently met a young man on a forum. His nickname was Alen. He shared the life-turning events of his life with me. With my endless questions on details, our online chat lasted until the early hours of the following morning. Fortunately, it was a non-working day. Alen, whom I would like to acknowledge, agreed that the twists and turns of his life would indeed make an interesting story. He gave me his permission to condense our all-night conversation into a story and publish it.

Alen is an ordinary guy who thinks the biggest problem in his life is that he still has no experience with girls even though he has finished high school. When listening to his friends and colleagues talking about how they fuck girls, he didn’t want to admit that he was still a virgin, of course. He would have lied that he had already fucked several girls if he were asked. I don’t think he lied any more or less than most of his colleagues and friends. Alen believed that the key problem was that he moved to the city with his parents when he started high school. They lived in a smaller place previously, where, unlike a big city, all the locals knew each other, everyone went to the same place, everyone hung out and had fun, and young people got drunk on weekends ... It’s evident that it’s much easier to snag a girl in such an environment than in a city where you have a few more obstacles at the very start. Alen is well-mannered and polite and not aloof or a jerk, which is also not in his favor. Although the fairer sex would never admit it, it seems jerks attract girls more than good guys. However, his biggest problem was that neither his friends from school nor his friends from the neighborhood went out for a night out to have fun with girls--they preferred to drink in the nearest cafe and then go home.

That’s why Alen was forced to rely on social media networks. He made contact with girls through Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat, and TikTok ... but most of his relationships would remain in the friendship zone. He was friends with many girls and found himself in a vicious circle of finding a new partner and getting relegated to the friendship zone--it was almost impossible to get out of it. Therefore, Alen decided to access dating sites, but it didn’t go smoothly there either, because most popular sites ask for confirmation of identity either with a picture or with a Google account, a social media network profile, or a credit card. However, he was persistent and found a website that was not so rigorous during registration. He filled in the information, and of course, he cheated a little about his age, uploaded his picture, and created his profile. There were indeed many fake profiles on this free site, but you could still find people. The number of likes he received per day was as high as fifty, and ten people could be contacted by message per day. Alen knew English well, so it was not a problem for him to communicate with people around the world. He made the first contacts, the first conversations began, the first wanderings, the first exchanges of nude pictures, and the exchange of social network profiles. For days and nights, he was on the site waiting for answers from women of all ages, races, religions, and nations. For him, this was the biggest success so far. Behind the screen of his laptop, Alen became a completely different person. He collected all the pictures and videos he could get and took many pictures of himself jerking off and coming. In those few weeks, he didn’t hang out with his friends. He was immersed in watching and monitoring the website on his laptop. In a short time, the events from finding contacts on this page surpassed all his previous experiences with girls--which he could count on the fingers of one hand. These ranged from kisses and French kissing to groping. Even his last “real date” from a year and a half ago didn’t go any further than making out, sensual touches, and oral ministrations because she had put him in a strictly “friend” zone.

It was Saturday night, and Alen was sitting in his room. That evening he decided to see if there were any new registered girls from the city and surroundings. He chose the age-range from 18 to 99 in the hopes of getting the largest information base possible. On the first page, it showed a dozen women with a green dot, which meant that they were now online. First, he glanced at all the pictures and then, as usual, decided to click on each of them and look at their profile. He suddenly froze and broke out in a cold sweat. The last profile offered, at the bottom right of the screen, was a picture of his mom. He knew that picture well because his mom had it as her profile picture on Facebook for a long time. When he regained his composure, he noticed that above the picture the age (42) was displayed, and it was correct, but it had the wrong name. Namely, his mother’s name was Mirjana (Miriam in English), and it said--Marijana (Marianne in English). Then he thought that someone had created a fake profile using her picture. He gathered his courage and opened her profile. He immediately opened the pictures. Four pictures could be seen by anyone interested, and permission had to be asked for the other two. In addition to the profile picture, one was taken with the help of a mirror in the room, another was from the beach in a bathing suit, and in the las, t she wore a dress, ready to go out. It was nothing explicit to be bothered about, but what was hiding behind those two private pictures worried him.

“If someone made a fake profile, how could he get such pictures? And if maybe it is her profile ... Why would she even have that profile or pictures like that?” he wondered.

There was no point in racking his brains or making any assumptions, but he did want to find out what kind of pictures were those that were hidden and primarily to find out if the profile was hers or if it was fake. He decided to make the first move. See what she’s doing at that moment. Her profile showed that she was online, so if she was doing something else and was neither at the computer nor on her mobile phone, it meant that it was not her profile.

He left the room and opened the door to the living room. His mom was lying on the sofa and looking at her mobile phone. Alen got a little confused; he stopped for a moment and thought.

She put down her mobile phone and asked him, “Aren’t you going anywhere tonight?”

Alen was a little anxious. Understandably, a lot was going through his mind.

“No, we’re going anywhere with the guys. I’m staying home tonight.” Alen managed to pull himself together to answer and went to the kitchen, drank a glass of water, and returned to his room.

He sat in front of his laptop and stared at her profile. He realized that he could only find out the truth if he contacted her.Of course, if he were to contact her from his profile---she would not respond and say that she had no idea about any dating sites. So he had to come up with something else.

He decided to delete his pictures and looked for photos of a man who would appeal to women her age. When he found them, he put them on his profile, but then he was confronted with a problem. The system did not allow the changing of the date and year of birth. It seemed stupid that the man in the picture was in his thirties while his profile depicted him as a 19-year-old. He was thinking about what to do next since his age could not be changed. He tried to find pictures of younger guys with well-defined muscles and broad shoulders--who would be attractive enough to garner the attention of women the same age as his mom, even if only out of curiosity. If that doesn’t work, I’ll have to create a new profile ... thought Alen while searching for suitable pictures. He found the perfectly seductive, suggestive photos of a 20-year-old male model, uploaded them to his profile, and tried to work up the courage to click the heart on her profile. When he gathered enough courage, he clicked and waited. He could not send a message without a reciprocated “like” because he had already reached the daily limit.

After a few minutes of waiting, he received the desired “like” notification and sent the message.

Alen: “Hey.” Alen quickly responded.

Marijana: “Hey boy, you’re cute.”

He was already anxious and confused by her first message. He knew that he had to ignore the fact that she might be his mom and that he had to talk as naturally as any other woman.

Alen: “Thank you. And you are also a very beautiful woman. “ Alen typed quickly, not wanting to lose the chance of finding out the truth.

Marijana: “Oh, you’re a nice and polite guy. Your mom taught you well.”

As he thought about what to say, he was beginning to be more and more convinced that Marijana was his mother, in fact. He tried to be understanding--that maybe she was just having a little fun like this while Dad was in Germany. This thought gave him an idea of how to continue the conversation in text.

Alen: “Are you married or single?” Alen asked the seemingly innocuous question.

Marijana: “I am married, of course. We also have a son your age.” Marijana replied truthfully.

Alen: “Wow cool, is your husband here or...?”

Marijana: “No, he works in Germany.”

Alen took a deep breath. Now, there was no more doubt. That’s his mom. He was overwhelmed by feelings that he had never felt before and that he could not describe or define. He wanted to close the laptop and go outside or come to her and say, “What are you doing on that page, damn?”

However, curiosity prevailed. He decided to continue texting and find out as much as possible.

Alen: “Mmm ... Yes, such a beautiful woman should not be alone.” Alen wrote, hoping to reveal more.

Marijana: “Are you bullshitting at me, huh?” Came the quick reply from Marijana.

Alen: “No, I’m just stating the facts. Such a gorgeous woman should be enjoying company.”

Marijana: “Okay, but why did you contact me out of all those young girls on the site? Can’t you see how old I am?”

Alen: “Well, I’m contacting all the beautiful women, regardless of age, and you look great.”

Marijana: “Oh boy, if you weren’t so handsome, I’d block you right away.”

Alen: “So ... you think I’m handsome?”

Marijana: “Yes, sweetie.”

Alen: “Would you allow me to look at those private pictures?”

Marijana: “Yes, of course, you may.”

Alen sent a request and soon received permission to view them. He clicked on a picture. On it, she was in sexy underwear, taking a picture of herself with a mobile phone. Alen recognized that it had been taken in the bedroom. The second picture was the same, only taken through the mirror from the back. Yes, Marijana looked really good. Alen was not one of those perverted kids who would spy on moms while they bathe, dig through their underwear, jerk off in their panties, and engage in other teenage vices. Such a thing had never crossed Alen’s mind. However, now that he was looking at these pictures, his cock started to rise, surprising him. Confused as he was, he didn’t know what to write to her.

Alen: “Wow.” Alen replied at a loss for words.

Marijana: “Do you like them?”

Alen: “Uh, yes. Very.” Alen gulped.

Marijana: “So, older women excite you.”

Alen: “Um, yes.”

Marijana: “Don’t be bashful. Many young guys are attracted to older women.”

He paused a bit to regain his composure so as not to stray from the topic. It was not his intention to get horny with her, but to find out as much as possible.

Alen: “May I ask you something?” Alen ventured.

Marijana: “Go ahead.” Marijana encouraged him.

Alen: “Well, since you don’t have a husband there, do you have any adventures?”

Marijana: “Haha, I don’t have any. Well, who has had real live adventures since the era of the Internet?”

Alen: “Yes, I guess, so ... Is that how you satisfy yourself?”

Marijana: “Yes.”

Alen: “I mean, you touch yourself, right?”

Marijana: “Well, you touch yourself too, right?”

Alen: “Yes, are you touching yourself now?”

Marijana: “No. And you?”

Alen: “No.” Alen was thankful that they were texting and she couldn’t see him turn red.

The thought of his mom touching herself slowly started to excite him. He heard the door in the hall close and thought that Mom had gone to her room--and that was the reason why she hadn’t sent a reply yet, although it was her turn.

Alen: “What are you doing now?” Alen asked, getting impatient.

Marijana: “Nothing. I lay down. You?” Came the quick reply from Marijana.

Alen: “Nothing at all. What are you wearing now?”

Marijana: “T-shirt and panties.”

Alen: “And the bra?”

Marijana: “I don’t wear a bra in the house.”

Alen: “And what are your tits like?”

Marijana: “You’re quite a curious guy, aren’t you?”

Alen: “I am, ha-ha-ha. Can I see them?”

Marijana: “You have already seen much more than you should have, and I have seen only one of your thumbnails.”

Alen: “I can send you some photos; you only have to ask.” Alen quickly replied in the hope of getting a positive response to his previous request.

He returned to the page from which he selected the profile picture and downloaded several more pictures, one of which the model was in just his boxers. He sent it to her.

Marijana: “Mmmm, there is something big in your boxers.” And Marijana accompanied the text with a devil emoji.

In return, she sent a picture of her tits. Alen was very excited. He took out his dick and started jerking off.

Alen: “Oh, how beautiful the tits are. I love those creamy white globes.” Alen enthused.

Marijana: “What would you do with them?”

Alen: “I would kiss them, caress them, squeeze them, suck them...”

Marijana: “Bad boy.”

Alen: “And what is your pussy like?”

Marijana: “Beautiful, smooth, soft.”

Alen: “If I show you mine, will you show it to me?”

Marijana: “Maybe.”

He sent her a picture of a cock that was slightly bigger than his.

Marijana: “A nice piece for such a young boy.”

Alen: “Can I see your pussy now?”

And indeed, his mom sent him a picture of her pussy. First, he looked at the picture for a few moments, jerked off, and then he answered.

Alen: “Beautiful, are you touching your pussy now?”

Marijana: “I’m playing with it. And are you jerking off?”

Alen: “Uh yes. How do you play with your pussy?”

Marijana: “I rub my clit and push my fingers in.”

Alen: “How many fingers can you fit?”

Marijana: “Enough, ha-ha-ha.”

Alen: “Oh, I wish I could see that.”

She sent him a picture with two fingers in her pussy, and he replied with a picture of a dick.

Alen: “You’re horny, huh?”

There was no more persuasion necessary in the text communication.

Marijana: “So much.”

Alen: “Do you like to fuck?”

Marijana: “I love it; do you want to fuck me?”

Alen: “Uh, I want to.”

It was hard for him to accept the fact that he had just told his mom that he wanted to fuck her, but lust and circumstances took their toll.

Marijana: “How would you fuck me?”

Alen: “I would shove my dick in your pussy, really hard.”

Marijana: “Mmmmm.”

Alen: “When was the last time you fucked?”

There was no reply for a while, so he sent a new message.

Alen: “Will you come soon?”

Marijana: “Yes, that’s why I’m not typing.”

Alen: “Uh, I’d love to see that. I will cum now too.”

He pulled his sweatpants over his swollen cock and ran into the hallway. He came close to the door of her room and put his ear to the door. He managed to hear his mom come and then went back to the room and jerked him off.

Alen: “Uh, I finished.”

Marijana: “Me too.”

Alen: “I would like to see it.”

Marijana: “Heh heh. I’m going to take a shower and then go to sleep. Good night!”

Alen: “See you tomorrow?”

Marijana: “If you are good. Bye.”

Alen: “Bye.”

Alen sat on the chair for a while and tried to rearrange his thoughts and come up with a strategy, but it didn’t work. There was too much going on tonight. Only he knows what was in his head.