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I sighed happily as I logged out of the chat room, it had been a wonderful night and I felt a warm glow as I thought about the last couple of hours spent with my cyber-lover. It had been six months ago that my son had introduced me to the internet and the wonder of chat rooms, his comment at the time that if I wouldn't go out then I could surf instead had made us both laugh. And it had been fun, I'd 'talked' to people of all sorts from all over the world without leaving the sanctuary of my home and then, only a short month ago, I'd met 'Lover Boy', that being his handle. It was as though we'd clicked right off and we began to spend more and more time in private chat together, it wasn't long before I was taking my first tentative steps with cyber-sex, but I had quickly found that I found it both amusing and exciting.
Of course there was little chance that I'd meet 'Lover Boy', even though we had found that we both lived in the same country. It is a strange experience to grow to know a person intimately, their likes and dislikes, their inner thoughts and their sexual desires, yet at the same time not know what they look like or what their real name is. Then again it's that very same anonymity that makes it easier to indulge in the sexual play online and 'Pleasure Girl', which was my online handle, was spending more and more time online with her 'Lover Boy. I laughed at the propriety thought, for all I knew 'Lover Boy' could be holding a dozen similar exciting chats while he was making cyber-love to me, but something told me that wasn't the case.
Sighing again I shut down the computer and headed for my son's room to make sure he wasn't still surfing. At sixteen he was a handsome lad, but he took after me in that he was shy with people, which was why he'd quickly got hooked on the Internet and had passed that on to me. Yet he still had his schoolwork to consider and I was quite strict with his computer use during the weeknights, such as tonight.
"Paul," I said loudly tapping on his bedroom door "you decent?"
"Come on in mum." His voice sounded through the door.
As I entered I glanced at his computer, it was off, but I could tell he had only recently turned it off, Paul smiled at me from the edge of his bed.
"No more surfing tonight young man," I smiled at him "you've got school tomorrow."
"Aw mum," he sighed, "we go through this every weeknight. I'm always off by ten, you know that."
"I know," I laughed "but I'm a mother and it's my job to nag."
He laughed with me then turned to get ready for bed, I bade him goodnight and headed off to get myself a hot chocolate before retiring myself.
"You know what they say about chocolate," Paul grinned as I was leaving "it's a substitute for sex."
I nearly stumbled at his words; my 'Lover Boy' had ribbed me with that very phrase ever since he'd learnt of my love for hot chocolate. Now here was my own son using the same words, exactly the same words!
"Where on earth did you get that phrase from?" I asked looking at my son more sternly than I'd intended.
"From a friend online," he smiled "sorry if it offended you mum."
"It was just a surprise." I laughed "Anyway, bed young man, goodnight Paul."
In the kitchen sipping my chocolate I cursed myself for a fool for reacting as I had to my son's comment, it wasn't even an offensive phrase, but it was one I had thought was a shared thing between my online lover and myself.
The next day I saw Paul off to school then went about my daily routine, the same mind numbing routine of cleaning and baking that I had fallen into since the death of my husband. I'd been shy before his death, but it was worse afterwards, which was why I was so thankful that my son had introduced me to the net. Yet there were times, and this was one of them, when I wondered what could come of such cyber friendships, all the people I knew wore handles to hide behind, just as I did, I didn't really know them or they me other than by the topics we'd discuss or the daft games we'd play.
Then there was 'Lover Boy', he seemed to be so charming, kind yet excitingly forceful in our cyber-sex games. He was also patient, always willing to listen whenever I needed to get my real world loneliness off my chest. More and more I'd found myself opening up to him, revealing more of my inner wants and desires to him than I had to anyone, even my late husband. Not that it was a one-way street, he would share his hopes and dreams with me, and from them I got the impression that he was a sensitive man in real life. Only I had no idea how old he was, nor did he ask me my age, the one time I'd raised the matter of age his reply had been 'Does it matter how old we are?', and of course he was right, we were never going to meet so ages and looks made no difference at all. Yet I suddenly felt that it was important for me to know about him, I'm not sure what it was that brought this need to know out, but there it was. I decided that I would ask to meet 'Lover Boy' at our next meeting, which was two days away on a Friday. As I reached that momentous decision I realised that my thoughts had stopped me doing my chores so I pushed my thoughts aside and got down to the housework.
At last it was time; I'd thought Friday would never arrive. So here I was sitting in front of my computer, my son was in his room, no doubt surfing and chatting with his online friends, I was only interested in one friend. Logging onto the system I quickly made my way to the chat room where I knew Lover Boy was waiting for me. Sure enough, he was already in the room when I finally got there; a smiley appeared on the screen beside his name.
>Lover Boy: Hi gorgeous.Pleasure Girl: Hi handsome.Lover Boy: So what you wearing tonight PG??
Of course there was little chance that I'd meet 'Lover Boy', even though we had found that we both lived in the same country. It is a strange experience to grow to know a person intimately, their likes and dislikes, their inner thoughts and their sexual desires, yet at the same time not know what they look like or what their real name is. Then again it's that very same anonymity that makes it easier to indulge in the sexual play online and 'Pleasure Girl', which was my online handle, was spending more and more time online with her 'Lover Boy. I laughed at the propriety thought, for all I knew 'Lover Boy' could be holding a dozen similar exciting chats while he was making cyber-love to me, but something told me that wasn't the case.
Sighing again I shut down the computer and headed for my son's room to make sure he wasn't still surfing. At sixteen he was a handsome lad, but he took after me in that he was shy with people, which was why he'd quickly got hooked on the Internet and had passed that on to me. Yet he still had his schoolwork to consider and I was quite strict with his computer use during the weeknights, such as tonight.
"Paul," I said loudly tapping on his bedroom door "you decent?"
"Come on in mum." His voice sounded through the door.
As I entered I glanced at his computer, it was off, but I could tell he had only recently turned it off, Paul smiled at me from the edge of his bed.
"No more surfing tonight young man," I smiled at him "you've got school tomorrow."
"Aw mum," he sighed, "we go through this every weeknight. I'm always off by ten, you know that."
"I know," I laughed "but I'm a mother and it's my job to nag."
He laughed with me then turned to get ready for bed, I bade him goodnight and headed off to get myself a hot chocolate before retiring myself.
"You know what they say about chocolate," Paul grinned as I was leaving "it's a substitute for sex."
I nearly stumbled at his words; my 'Lover Boy' had ribbed me with that very phrase ever since he'd learnt of my love for hot chocolate. Now here was my own son using the same words, exactly the same words!
"Where on earth did you get that phrase from?" I asked looking at my son more sternly than I'd intended.
"From a friend online," he smiled "sorry if it offended you mum."
"It was just a surprise." I laughed "Anyway, bed young man, goodnight Paul."
In the kitchen sipping my chocolate I cursed myself for a fool for reacting as I had to my son's comment, it wasn't even an offensive phrase, but it was one I had thought was a shared thing between my online lover and myself.
The next day I saw Paul off to school then went about my daily routine, the same mind numbing routine of cleaning and baking that I had fallen into since the death of my husband. I'd been shy before his death, but it was worse afterwards, which was why I was so thankful that my son had introduced me to the net. Yet there were times, and this was one of them, when I wondered what could come of such cyber friendships, all the people I knew wore handles to hide behind, just as I did, I didn't really know them or they me other than by the topics we'd discuss or the daft games we'd play.
Then there was 'Lover Boy', he seemed to be so charming, kind yet excitingly forceful in our cyber-sex games. He was also patient, always willing to listen whenever I needed to get my real world loneliness off my chest. More and more I'd found myself opening up to him, revealing more of my inner wants and desires to him than I had to anyone, even my late husband. Not that it was a one-way street, he would share his hopes and dreams with me, and from them I got the impression that he was a sensitive man in real life. Only I had no idea how old he was, nor did he ask me my age, the one time I'd raised the matter of age his reply had been 'Does it matter how old we are?', and of course he was right, we were never going to meet so ages and looks made no difference at all. Yet I suddenly felt that it was important for me to know about him, I'm not sure what it was that brought this need to know out, but there it was. I decided that I would ask to meet 'Lover Boy' at our next meeting, which was two days away on a Friday. As I reached that momentous decision I realised that my thoughts had stopped me doing my chores so I pushed my thoughts aside and got down to the housework.
At last it was time; I'd thought Friday would never arrive. So here I was sitting in front of my computer, my son was in his room, no doubt surfing and chatting with his online friends, I was only interested in one friend. Logging onto the system I quickly made my way to the chat room where I knew Lover Boy was waiting for me. Sure enough, he was already in the room when I finally got there; a smiley appeared on the screen beside his name.
>Lover Boy: Hi gorgeous.Pleasure Girl: Hi handsome.Lover Boy: So what you wearing tonight PG??
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