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"Give me a minute." I took off my headset, put on my robe and went to Jesse's bedroom. If I'd only known then what we were getting ourselves into. I cringed a little when I noticed that all my "tools of the trade" (dildos, bottles of lube, a few butt plugs, etc.) were scattered around in plain view. "Hi, Beaver Man, look who I found." 'Welcome back, Monique. Requesting a private session...' The computer made a happy warbling sound that I'd only heard twice before. It was all I could do to keep myself from squealing out loud. "Whoa, wait a minute." Jesse covered his eyes and turned away. You didn't tell me your stuff would be showing through everywhere. "It's not like you haven't see a naked woman before.
Five minutes, that's it." Jesse followed me back to my room wearing just his boxers and a wife-beater. There was the sound of coins dropping into a slot and 100 tokens were racked up to my account. " "That's it, son." "Okay, Mom." He wasn't taking this seriously at all. "Here goes." I opened my robe slipped it off my shoulders and sat back. He could complain and get his money back or even get me kicked off the site." I suddenly felt very self-conscious exposed in front of my son the way I was.
I logged in, checked my balance ($46.75), and clicked the "Available" button. I hoped that he understood I was doing this for him more than I was for myself. 'Ask him to take it out and show it to you.' "He wants you to take it out," I relayed to Jesse. No fucking way." 'I want to see your mother looking at your dick. He rolled his eyes and fished his penis out through the opening in the front of his boxers.
It took less than a minute before Beaver Man415 arrived. When I thought I'd done enough, I got back into my chair and turned to the computer again. I was surprised to find a strange tingle run all over my body.
I must have been crazy thinking a forty-something-year-old broad like me with saggy tits, stretch marks and a used up twat could compete with the teen sluts offering up their perfect little asses and pert little tits for every pervert with two bucks to whack off to. Beaver Man415 was still there, but I didn't count him. He popped onto my channel a couple days after I first started this pointless effort to make some money, and, since then, every time I was online he was there. "My mom, the high-class internet hooker." "Hey, it's better than being homeless out on the street. More than what you're bringing in around here." "Quit bitchin'. Just like you were going to go to auto mechanic school? Instead, I collapsed on my bed and cried like a stupid little bitch for the next hour. Eventually, after I'd cried all I could, I went to the kitchen for a drink. He'd always had his daddy's good looks, but lately I could see it in him more like a man instead of a boy. My heart was racing at the possibility of making some actual money. I toyed with the waistband, acting like I was going to pull them down, but not going through with it.