Mom’s Chat Seduction

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I had to believe it now. For some reason Mom was on some weird website.

“This guy was pretending to be an 18-year-old virgin who was so shy he couldn’t even talk to girls in person, but was looking for an older woman who would be an understanding mom-type. Your mom fell for that role in a big way, and wanted to nurture him and help him grow up.”

“Maybe you should just leave her alone, Dad. You’re never home, always working, and ignore her while you ARE here. So, maybe she wanted some attention. Is that so bad?” I was surprised I even knew what I was saying. A minute before I hadn’t even thought of Mom’s needs. I was also surprised Dad didn’t haul off and whack the back of my head like usual.

“I’m really happy you’re concerned, BaBeeBoy69, because you’re taking over the chat duties with Mom!”

“WHAAAA?” was all I could say.

“Oh yeah. Your mother’s going to be nurturing an 18-year-old boy, but, that boy will really be her son.”

“I won’t do it,” I said, and folded my arms.

“Well, I tried,” Dad said while closing the laptop and picking it up. He turned to leave my room.

I thought to myself “Whew! That was easy!”

That’s when he turned back and said, “Remember that arrest of yours last year, the one for selling pot, the one that we never told your mother about, and the one where the case file got lost?”

“DAD! That was one time. A mistake I never made again like I promised!”

“Just wanted to tell you I found that file, and if it got into your permanent record, that big fancy school you got accepted to-and, all those other schools-would have no trouble saying so long to your college career. But, on the bright side, I hear they’re hiring down at the shipping depot: 12-hour shifts at night. So, you have THAT to look forward to.”

He put the laptop down again on my desk along with the slip of paper. It had the website, username, and password. Dad didn’t have to tell me to login, which I did. There was a red number one showing BaBeeBoy69 had a message.

“See what it is,” Dad said.

I clicked it and it showed: “Can’t wait to talk with you tonight at 8.” It was from LilRedRyder. I looked at the clock at the bottom right corner of the computer: 7:10.

“LilRedRyder is your mom. I’ll let your limited imagination figure out why she chose that. So, Sport, you’re got some homework to do before 8. You have to read all the previous chats to get up to speed.

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Turns out the previous chats had been flirtatious, but mostly polite. The guy obviously knew how to take his time and not scare somebody off. They had only texted, but BaBeeBoy69 was pushing to video-chat. My mother had protested that she didn’t want her face to show, and the pervert had told her about using the preview button to check that nothing above the neck was going to show. He said he was even more scared to have his face online. I bet THAT statement was definitely true.

He told mom he wanted to see her so he knew it was a real person that was trying to help him. See, that was his angle, that he was so socially shy around girls that he needed an older woman who understood someone younger and wouldn’t judge. I could relate.

And so, he had hit on Mom’s weakness-she loved to help people and that’s why she was so caught up in the goody two-shoes stuff in town and at the church (which was where she was now).

Dad came back to my room and said: “Showtime!”

I said, “I’m ready.”

“That’s why most criminals get caught,” he said. “They’re stupid like you. If you video-chat and your mother sees those posters on your wall, what is she going to say: ‘Hey, they’re set up just like Eric’s’ or ‘What the fuck?'”

I looked behind me. He was right, and I hadn’t thought of that.

“Come down cellar into our ‘command center’ that I’ve set up.”

The command center turned out to be a corner of his home office where he had set up a card table with a tablecloth and a rug/tapestry thingy hung on the wall behind it. He also handed me a T-shirt showing a peace sign with an apple pie background and the word “Pie-ce” written in tie-dyed colors.

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