Everything was in place. I took a deep breath, and checked again, and then, my heart beating in my chest, I turned back to the computer. She was late, and the anticipation was killing me. Three months, we had waited - or should I say, resisted. Resisted the temptation, the curiosity, the urge sometimes. But tonight was the night.
We had met online, on one of those dating sites. As it often happens, things had quickly moved into more daring territory than the usual dating. And soon enough, we were discussing pet obsessions, favorite fantasies and best sex positions together. Yet, as far as online relationships go, I think ours had progressed slowly. She wasn't online much, for starters. But moreover, somehow there was this implicit rule that we wanted to take it slow, and enjoy every step of the way. Not that we didn't hit it off right from the start - quite the contrary. But the thrill of discovering we both liked so many things had us being a little more cautious, maybe, about not spoiling it by going too fast. But tonight was the night. Tonight, we moved one step further. Tonight, we were going to turn on our webcams.
I took another deep breath, checked the time again. She was late - two minutes late, but I had been there waiting for her to log on for the past twenty minutes or so, and before that the day had seemed to be one of this neverending affairs. In fact, I had been waiting since we had set the date for this, and the closer I got, the more nervous I felt. It was nearly embarrassing - I was afraid I was going to be so excited by the whole thing that I was going to cum right away... or maybe just make a fool of myself in so many other ways.
So when the notice that she had logged in finally appeared in the corner of my screen, I held my breath. But soon, the chat window opened.
"hey baby"
"hey sexy", I typed back.
"how are you doing tonight?"
"to be perfectly honest, I don't think I've ever been this nervous"
"me neither"
"I thought of it the whole day. didn't think it was going to end"
"giggle I know the feeling"
"so - what do you feel like doing?"
"hm, let me see... what about talking about politics?"
"ha ha. sure"
"what do you think about the last bill they passed about healthcare?"
I rolled my eyes. I knew this was a game of seeing how long we would be able to delay things, but I was nearly trembling with anticipation. I didn't know if I could behave for very long, but I thought I'd give it a try.
"hm, I'm not sure. it's always a hard and long process, you know?"
"hard and long, hm?"
I smiled. Double-entendre had always played a huge role in our usual banter, and I knew she would pick up on that.
"yeah. you have to be open to accept that. and it's a shame that most don't do anything more than pay lip service..."
"giggle okay okay, I surrender"
"hm?"
"you win. I had no real intention of discussing politics tonight"
"oh really?"
"no. not at all. in fact, I've been so wet today I had to change my panties when I came home"
"change...?"
"okay - take them off. I didn't put any back on"
"hmm, I like that"
"I know. so what should we do?"
I smiled again. Now my cock was fully hard again in my pants, and I was worried about shooting too soon. I tried to calm myself down. I typed back:
"I think we had discussed something special for tonight"
"special indeed"
"are you ready?"
"when you are, baby"
"so shall we?"
"sure"
I took a deep breath, turned on my webcam and invited her to watch. Almost at the same time, an invitation to watch hers appeared on my screen. I shivered and waited anxiously for the picture to appear.
And then I froze.
I knew that room. And I knew that face. And I knew this look of utter shock, because I was feeling the same. Because in the little webcam window, it was my mother who was looking back at me. There was a long, embarrassed moment, and then we both turned off our webcams at the same time.
I didn't move, still trying to wrap my mind around what had just happened. Mom. That was Mom. Those three months of excitement, of mind-blowing exchanges, those were with my mother. The pictures we had traded, the videos we had shared, the stories we had read together, those were with my mother. Three months, and we never even suspected. For sure, our little game of playing it slow had certainly had a role in that - for instance, we had never shared any pictures showing our faces, claiming a little mystery could go a long way. And indeed it had. And here I was, still trying to make sense of all this. Mom. That had been Mom.
I don't know how much time I spent dumbstruck in front of the computer. But I know that after all the thrills of the day, that definitely felt like a cold shower. Eventually, I shook my head, and let out a deep sigh. There wasn't any noise coming from the other parts of the house, and well, if Mom didn't want to talk about that, that was fine with me. I turned off the computer and just fell on the bed. Without much surprise, sleep escaped me as my head was still buzzing from the night's shocker. In fact, my legs were trembling and I could feel my heart beating like a drum in my chest. But eventually, after what felt like hours of tossing and turning and shaking, the tension turned into tiredness, and I finally fell asleep.
The next morning, I woke up aching all over, and it took me a few minutes before the events of the previous evening came back hitting me like a truck. I headed for the shower, hearing Mom downstairs probably preparing breakfast. Soon afterwards I was dressed, and I was busying myself preparing my pack for the day when I realized I couldn't delay much longer. I had to face her.
Reluctantly, I walked down the steps, and entered the kitchen. Mom had her back to me, and I settled down at my usual place at the table. I dived into my cereals, and when Mom moved to sit at her place, we carefully avoided each other's eyes. Silence hung heavily between us. I finished quickly, put the bowl in the dishwasher, and went upstairs to brush my teeth and grab my bag. Then I came back downstairs, picked up my car keys, and without a word, I left the house.
I had only a few classes at the University that day, but I lingered on as much as I could, spending some time in the library under the pretext of working on an assignment that was due in a couple of weeks. To be honest, I didn't make any progress. But I enjoyed the quiet and the solitude, and I sure didn't feel like coming back home. But eventually, I knew I had to. And when I saw Mom's car in the driveway, my heart sunk.
As I got inside, the house was deadly quiet. There was a frozen pizza on the counter with a short note on it: "dinner", with no other mention. Usually, she put "Love, Mom" or some variation on it, but not this time. I wasn't surprised. I microwaved the pizza, grabbed a can of Coke, and went upstairs to my room. I turned on the computer, and spent most of the evening catching up on some TV shows I had downloaded. I cannot say my heart was really in it, but at least with each passing minute that dreadful moment was moving away from me. If I could, I would have decided to forget everything about it.
I was checking my mail when the little notification window popped up. I looked at it, dumbfounded. My mother had just come online - to be precise, the alias that I now knew was my mother's. I hesitated, not knowing what to do with that. I mean, the messenger program ran automatically when I turned on my computer, so I had even forgotten I was online. And I could assume it was the same for my mother, but... what if? Suddenly, my brain was ablaze with conflicting emotions, and with no clear idea of what to think or what to do next. I waited for a while, and as my computer remained silent, I supposed that her messenger was on just like mine was, without any action nor intention on our part.
I sighed, and was about to turn off mine when an idea struck me. Maybe this was the way to reconnect. Maybe this was a way to try and explain myself, maybe I could... I don't know, but at least, maybe this was a way to break that awful silence. I took a deep breath, and typed.
