Base 4

Later that evening, she texted her best friend from school (who had always been the more open-minded of the two):

Mom: I don’t know what to do. Jeremy… he’s so young. Almost the same age as my son. But he treats me like a real woman. We were at the pool today and… I kissed him again. And more. I feel so guilty. But at the same time… I’m so horny for him. I want more. What should I do?

Friend: Sweetie, listen to your gut (and your pussy ). You’re finally alive again. Enjoy it. He’s young, so what? Let him fuck you good. You deserve it. Base 4 – do it. You won’t regret it.

My mom read the message, bit her lip, and wrote back: “You’re right… I want it.”

I sat there, tears streaming down my cheeks, my cock hard and throbbing. My own mother was planning to let my tormentor fuck her. And all I could do was watch.

Once again, I sat paralyzed in my room, phone in hand, watching everything through the cameras and chat logs that Jeremy mercilessly forwarded to me. The fourth date. My mom had been excited all morning—she’d made a special effort to look pretty, putting on a light summer dress that accentuated her figure, and she smelled of her favorite perfume. I had never seen her so nervous.

Jeremy had invited her on an afternoon date with a walk. It was beautiful again; I could see that in the photos and short videos he sent me later. They walked through the park, talked for hours, laughed, held hands. He continued to play the shy, respectful boy—not once did he try to touch her, except when they kissed. And those kisses were tender, long, but never greedy. In the end, he drove her home. At our door, he gave her only a brief, gentle goodbye kiss on the cheek and smiled shyly.

“It was wonderful today. “Thank you,” he said quietly and drove away.

My mother stood there for a moment, confused, her cheeks flushed. Then she went inside. I heard her immediately start texting her best friend:

Mom: I don’t get it. It was so nice. We talked, laughed, kissed… and then he just said goodbye with a little kiss on the cheek. Did I do something wrong? Was I too reserved?

Her friend, who had no idea about the whole “base system” (since Ms. Meier had made it up), just replied reassuringly: “Oh, sweetie, don’t worry so much. Some men are just respectful. Just enjoy it.”

But my mother did worry. The next day, she spoke to Mrs. Meier again during lunch break—this time with “hypothetical” questions.

“Imagine a woman is on her fourth date… just an afternoon walk and coffee. The man takes her home afterward and says goodbye very politely. What would that mean? Did she do something wrong?”

Ms. Meier laughed out loud. Of course, she knew exactly who my mother was referring to.

“Oh, sweetie… that’s perfectly clear. An afternoon date is actually the code for having time for more afterward. Men plan it that way so you can go to a hotel or his place in the evening. Then you really have time—for round four. Full-on sex. All night long. Most women bring a little bag for that: condoms, lube, wet wipes, fresh underwear, a toothbrush… so you can go all the way until dawn. If you don’t have anything with you, he thinks you’re not interested in Base 4. Then he’ll say goodbye nicely and think you don’t want him at all.”

My mother felt hot and cold. She sat there, her legs pressed together, her face bright red. I messed it up… I didn’t have anything with me. He scheduled the date so we’d still have time in the evening. And I, stupid cow that I am, just went home like a good girl. He probably thinks now that I don’t want to sleep with him…

She asked further, quietly and nervously: “And what do women do who still want to turn this around?”

Mrs. Meier grinned. “Sexting. Send him hot messages. Tell him everything you want to do with him on the next date. Describe it in detail. Let him know you’re ready for Base 4. That turns any date around instantly.”

My mom just nodded, her thoughts racing. Later, I watched through the camera as she lay in bed that evening, typing—hesitantly at first, then getting hotter and hotter. She wrote Jeremy fantasies about what she wanted to do with him on their next date. How she wanted to undress him, suck his cock, let him fuck her. And Jeremy replied immediately, playing the shy guy again, who was “surprised and grateful.”

The chat started off really awkwardly. She was nervous, unsure, almost shy.

Mom: Hi Jeremy… I hope I’m not bothering you. I’ve been thinking about our date today the whole time. It was really wonderful. But… I feel like I did something wrong. Maybe I was too reserved. You went to so much trouble and I… I didn’t bring anything or anything. I’d like to make it up to you.

Jeremy: Hey… you never bother me. You were perfect today. I felt totally at ease. You don’t have to make up for anything.

Mom: Yes… I think I do. I’m such a fool. I didn’t know that an afternoon date actually… well… means more time for the evening. I should have been prepared. I want to show you that I’m serious. Can I send you a few ideas about what I’d like to do next time? So you can see that I’m not prude?

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At the same time, she texted her best friend—the more open-minded of the two.

Mom: I don’t know what to do. Jeremy texted me… I want to reply. I want to sext with him. Just text. Just fantasy. In real life, I just want normal sex. Nothing crazy. But I’m afraid he’ll think I’m boring if I don’t go along with it. Should I really write something totally kinky?

Friend: Yes, sweetie! Do it! With sexting, you can totally go over the top. Be really kinky—that turns guys on. It’s just fantasy, after all. In real life, you’ll just have normal sex. Let yourself go, write him what he wants to hear. You’ll see how hot it’ll be for you.

My mom read the message, bit her lower lip, and started typing. She let Jeremy egg her on—he played the shy boy who was “surprised” and “overwhelmed,” and that made her bolder. She offered much more than she really intended to do. In her mind, it was just a fantasy. Just words.

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Jeremy: …wow. Yeah, sure. I’m a little speechless right now. You’re so direct… it makes me totally nervous, but in a good way.

Now she grew bolder. The fantasies started out harmless, but quickly got hotter.

Mom: On our next date… I’d love to go for a walk with you again. But this time without underwear under my dress. All day long. Just so you know I’m ready for you. You could slide your hand under my dress whenever you want… touch me wherever you want. I’d let you. Even if there are people around.

Jeremy: Holy… that sounds incredible. You’d really do that?

Mom: Yes. I want to show you that I’m not afraid. And later… when we’re alone… I’d kiss you again. But this time not just on the mouth. I’d get down on my knees in front of you, just like in the locker room. But this time I’d take you deeper. All the way down my throat. I want you to use my mouth. I want to feel you come… and swallow it all.

I bit my lip so hard it bled. She’s writing to him that she wants to suck his cock and swallow it… my mother…

But she wasn’t done yet. She was **** to hold him. The fantasies were getting more and more perverted, kinky—things she would never have done with my father.

Mom: And after that… I’d let you tie me up. With your belts or with scarves. My hands behind my back. And you could blindfold me. I’d be completely at your mercy. You could do whatever you want with me. Slowly undress me, lick me, finger me… or just watch me as I lie there waiting. I’d do anything you ask. Even if you want to spank me because I was so stupid on our last date. Just a little… so I can feel it.

Jeremy: Fuck… are you really serious? This is… this is the hottest chat I’ve ever had.

Mom: I want you to see how much I want you. On our next date… I’d offer you my pussy. Without a condom. I want to feel you penetrate me and really fill me up. Creampie. I want your cum to run out of me while we’re still lying there. And if you want… in my ass too. I’ve never done that before. But for you, I’d try it. You could slowly prepare me, stretch me out… and then really take me. While I’m tied up and blindfolded. I’d moan and beg you to make me your little slut.

Jeremy: You… you’re incredible. I don’t even know what to say. You’re making me so hard right now.

Mom: Good. That’s exactly what I wanted. I want to keep you. I want you to see how far I’d go for you. Just tell me what you want to do with me on our next date… I’ll do anything. Anything.

I stared at the chat, tears of rage in my eyes, my cock so hard it hurt. She’s offering herself to him like a cheap porn star. Bondage, blindfolds, ass fucking, creampies… things she never did with Dad. And all just because she thinks she has to “make up for something.”

Jeremy replied with just one sentence:

Jeremy: Then the fifth date is our real date. And I’ll take everything you offer me.

My mom read it, put the phone down, and shoved the vibrator deep inside herself again. She came immediately, moaning his name loudly.