I sat down and put my headset on. 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. Fuck it, nothing I could do about it now.
“Hi, BeaverMan, look who I found.”
‘Welcome back, Monique. I’m glad to see you have company. Requesting a private session…’
The computer made a happy warbling sound that I’d only heard twice before.
“Monique?” Jesse scoffed at my stage name. “You are so lame.”
I hit mute. “Just be nice and play along. Let’s get this over with.” I pasted on a big smile and clicked accept.
The screen shifted and reconfigured itself. I had one window where I could see myself with Jesse standing next to me, and another window that was black. BeaverMan415 apparently didn’t have a webcam, or he didn’t want to be seen. Probably for the best.
“We’re ready on this end,” I said into my microphone.
There was the sound of coins dropping into a slot and 100 tokens were racked up to my account. It was all I could do to keep myself from squealing out loud.
“All I have to do is look at you? That’s the deal?”
“That’s it, son.”
“Okay, Mom.” He wasn’t taking this seriously at all.
I took a breath. “Here goes.” I opened my robe slipped it off my shoulders and sat back.
“Whoa, wait a minute.” Jesse covered his eyes and turned away. “You said you’d be in your underwear. You didn’t tell me your stuff would be showing through everywhere.
I quickly hit mute again.
“Don’t fuck this up, Jesse. 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. “It’s not like you haven’t see a naked woman before. Just pretend like I’m one of those sluts you’re always running around with.”
I put my smile back on and unclicked mute. “Sorry about that.”
‘Is there a problem?’
“No, my son is just a little shy about seeing me like this for the first time.”
‘Show off your bra for him. Then do the same with your panties – front and back.’
I nodded and fixed my hair to stall for time.
‘And I want to see him watching you the whole time.’
“We got it. Here we go.”
I adjusted the camera, then had Jesse sit down on the edge of my bed as I positioned my chair across from him. He didn’t look too thrilled, but he wasn’t resisting. I began moving my shoulders in a sensuous way. I ran my hands up to my chest and cupped my breasts. Jesse watched me without expression. I brushed my fingertips across my nipples, bared by the peek-a-boo holes. My son’s eyes followed my motions. I played with the shoulder straps a little and went back to tweak my nipples again. I didn’t know what else to do so I moved to the next stage.
I stood up and swayed my hips a little. Jesse probably couldn’t see much through the slit in my panties except for a few curls of hair down there. I toyed with the waistband, acting like I was going to pull them down, but not going through with it. I moved my hand over the front of the panties, trying not to make direct contact with myself. After a minute more of this sort of teasing, I turned around.