Chapter 1

In all the years I've been spending time in erotic chat rooms, I must have been asked at least a thousand times if I had ever been caught having cyber sex. Usually what the other chatters really want to know is, have either of my kids ever caught me ... chatting and playing with myself. So many people, including me, like to talk a lot about getting into bed with a family member. The truth was that, even though I had a few narrow escapes with the kids and my hubby, I had never actually been caught in the act.

But, since my fantasies generally lean heavily to family fun, getting caught became a favorite scenario for me to dream about. And, that meant that I had fun with it in chat. So, when people would ask me if I had ever been caught, I could play with it for a while and it would get me very excited. And doing so afforded me a great opportunity to take the fantasy deeper and to give it more detail.

The chat would then go something like this (Please note that I'm giving a lot of grace to my fellow chatters. Rarely are they an example of the proper use of grammar, or of the ability to spell. I've gotten used to it, sort of.):

Chat Partner: Have you ever been caught?

Me: What do you mean?

CP: You know what I mean. Have you ever been caught while you were in a chat room, touching yourself?

Me: Oh. Yes, a couple of months ago.

CP: Really? By whom?

Me: By my son.

CP: Wow! What happened?

Me: I got super horny and I was very involved in what I was chatting about. And I was extremely turned on by the pics people were posting, that I lost track of time all together. My son got home from school and came upstairs. There I was, at my desk, naked from the waist down, one hand on the keyboard, one hand between my legs when he walked into my office...

Other times it went more like this:

Chat Partner: Is anybody home right now?

Me: My son is downstairs watching TV.

CP: Call him.

Me: What? What are you talking about?

CP: Call him to come up and see what you're doing.

Me: Are you crazy?

CP: Seriously. Call him.

Me: Then what?

CP: Show him what you're looking at. Then I'll chat with him.

Me: What are you going to say?

CP: I'll tell him how horny his mother is and that you're willing to take off your clothes for him.

So, we'd play that out for a bit and sometimes I would pretend to call my son upstairs and my chat partner and I would role play what might happen if my son were really in the room. In other words, we role played him fucking me, among other things.

Sometimes I played out the same kind of scenario with a fantasy of my daughter. Now, I should say that generally in these totally fictional fantasies, I made the person who caught me fairly similar to my son or my daughter in age and appearance. (Although, sometimes younger, depending on how horny I was at the time ;-) In any case, I wasn't really imaging either one of them actually doing the catching.

But as I said, I had some close calls in real life. Like, once I had been working on some things in the kitchen, with my laptop on the table. Hubby and the kids were out at the mall or something. One thing led to another and I ended up cybering. Not really thinking about being in the kitchen, I dropped my pants and panties and started to play. Next thing I knew, Hubby and kids returned home. I heard the outside storm door open and I reached frantically for my pants ... and I missed. I sat back down and my pants stayed at my feet. I made one last desperate grab for them and I got them pulled over my ass a half second before my kids came in the door. I kept one hand in my lap to cover them being unzipped. With the other hand I closed the chat window and the porn pics I had been looking at. Too close for comfort, even though I let myself get in a similar situation a few more times. But again, I never got caught. Until...

One fateful Friday, my fantasy turned into reality. I was home alone, working in my upstairs office and I had about a million things to get caught up on. The kids were in school and hubby was at work. I usually work from home and he works maybe a half hour away. After a few hours of pretty focused time at my desk, my mind began to wander in the usual ways. I started thinking about Hubby and what we had planned for the weekend. Then I imagined it being another three-day spell of little or no sex. We had already done it twice that month (his usual need level), so I figured there was little chance of getting him interested. That of course brought up my perpetual emotional and physical frustrations.

Moments later I had pushed my work aside and navigated to my favorite "tube" video site. I have my favorites videos bookmarked and sometimes I go right to them. Other times I see what has been posted that day and in hopes of finding anything interesting there. That day, after a few dud videos, I landed on something having to do with "lesbian teens" (always of interest to me).

I consider myself bi, even though I've only had a couple of actual experiences with other women. So, I really love seeing women together. And, I have a real taste for teens (and again, on the much younger end of "teen" when I'm super horny).

Anyway, I clicked on the newly posted video clip and began to watch. The two girls (one blonde and one very brunette) were at the very high end of "teen" and maybe even in their early twenties. But that didn't matter. Not only were they both adorable, but the brunette was hotter than hot. She was perfect. A really beautiful girl-next-door type, but with a slutty attitude. Tall, slender but with just the right curves, strong legs, amazing ass and boobs, long silky brown hair and a face to absolutely die for. I was hooked.