LilRedRyder: A son. He’s 18. Just turned 18.
BaBeeBoy69: Hey! Like me. You don’t think of me like a son, do you?
LilRedRyder: Turnabout is fair play! No. I think of you as a man, a young man.
BaBeeBoy69: How about if we video-chat?
LilRedRyder: I’m still not ready for that.
BaBeeBoy69: That’s what you’ve been saying, but you’ll like it.
LilRedRyder: I’m sure I will, but not yet.
“Accuse her of not being who she says she is. Force her hand,” Dad said.
BaBeeBoy69: I’ve heard that online predators never show themselves. You’re kind of scaring me.
LilRedRyder: Please don’t be scared. I’m telling the truth.
BaBeeBoy69: Then, turn on your camera like I’ve told you for the last two weeks so your face doesn’t show.
There was a pause of over a minute. I thought Dad was going to be impatient and slap the back of my head or something, but he just stood there silent.
LilRedRyder: OK. I think I have it now.
Dad said, “I could smell that coming. Now what I need from you is to coax out some naked pictures from her. You know how to take screenshots, right?”
“Duh!” I said. He probably would have done me some damage if the screen hadn’t been filled with my mom’s cleavage. She had on scoop-necked mint green tank top. Obviously, she had no bra on. I could see from the background she was in a small office at the church where she volunteered. From the state of my mom’s nipples, the air conditioner was going full blast.
BaBeeBoy69: Wow!
LilRedRyder: There. Satisfied?
BaBeeBoy69: I guess you’re for real.
LilRedRyder: They sure are!
Mom gave her boobs a little shake back and forth.
LilRedRyder: Now your turn.
“Make sure the microphone is muted,” Dad said. I turned on my camera.
LilRedRyder: Are you Simple Simon?
BaBeeBoy69: What?
LilRedRyder: Sorry. The pie. That old rhyme about the pieman.
BaBeeBoy69: Oh yeah. I hadn’t heard that in a while.
LilRedRyder: So, do I look like your mom too?
BaBeeBoy69: No way. She can’t show off what she has like you can!
I looked at Dad and he shrugged an approval.
LilRedRyder: I’m glad you approve.
BaBeeBoy69: I really appreciate seeing you. It makes me know you’re who you say you are.
LilRedRyder: I’m glad you talked me into this now. I feel better too.
We went slow and talked about growing up and how to feel comfortable around girls. Then she asked:
LilRedRyder: Stand up so I can see the rest of you.
Luckily I had some generic jeans on. I stood and turned all the way around.
LilRedRyder: How tall are you?
BaBeeBoy69: 5’9.5″
LilRedRyder: We’re almost the same height.
BaBeeBoy69: Now your turn. Stand up.
A long pause before she pushed her chair back and did a twirl.
BaBeeBoy69: Wow! You have an amazing butt. I bet you’ve got a flat stomach too.
LilRedRyder: I work hard to keep it that way, too.
BaBeeBoy69: Let’s see it.
LilRedRyder: No.
BaBeeBoy69: If you work that hard on those abs, they deserve to be shown.
LilRedRyder: No.
“Tell her ‘If they’re anything like those tits and that ass you have, they must be spectacular,'” Dad commanded. I looked at him with disbelief. “Women want to show their bodies. They’re looking for permission to be naughty. Sometimes they need a good nudge.” Then he pointed to the keyboard. I wrote what he said.