It all started one morning with an intriguing FaceBook invitation. Who was this guy? His screen name was cryptic: “Knock Three Times.” Dora googled it and found out that it was a popular song and that the girl in the song was supposed to knock three times on the ceiling if she wanted the boy who lived upstairs to meet her in the hallway. The profile picture was of a guy wearing a luchador mask. He was bare chested and looking at his body made her twitch involuntarily. She never used to twitch like that.
Divorce was a bitch. Dora had been certain that life would be better without Steven, her husband of 14 years, but she had not expected to be so . . . empty. Although she derived a sense of completeness from her two sons, aged 14 and 17, there was something missing. Even though she had not needed sex all the time, it was comforting to know that it was there in a heartbeat if she ever did need it.She distracted herself with activity, trying to derive even more satisfaction from driving the boys to sports practices and music lessons and it was gratifying to see them getting through life without more scars than necessary from the divorce. But . . . there were times, when work was not too hectic and when she had a few minutes alone, well . . . she had not realized that her sexual appetite would become so relentless.
When married, sex was often the last thing that entered her mind. Her work at the newspaper took a great deal of her conscious thought and her boys took most of the rest. To be honest, sometimes she was so distracted by all the “busy-ness” of her life that when her body finally demanded that she release the pent up sexual tension, she would just reach down and “take care of it” while she was driving. It was amazing, in retrospect, that she could do it so easily, barely taking her mind off of what she had been thinking about before the urge hit her. All she had to do was picture a nice thick cock and imagine riding it up and down and she would orgasm almost instantly. Now, she found herself increasingly in need of a real cock. Her fingers and vibrator were becoming less than adequate for her pressing needs.
Steven, her ex, had been frustrated for sure. She knew that she was partly to blame but she also knew that he rarely thought of her unless it benefited him somehow. Their whole marriage had been a silent and almost subliminal contest to determine which one would get to have their life go in the direction that best suited him or her. Eventually, the relationship devolved into the unspoken agreement: “I’ll take care of what I care about and you do the same.”
The boys spent every other weekend with their dad. They loved being with him and Dora could tell that they were better off because of their relationship with him. Steve gave more of himself to the boys than he ever had given to Dora because, Dora surmised, he had never felt competitive with them. Their gain was his gain. With Dora, it seemed that he felt that everything she wanted took something away from what he wanted. The bitterness and resentment had grown slowly and steadily over 14 years and trust had eroded completely. Eventually, there seemed no other way out. To be fair, neither Steven nor she had been getting what they needed from the marriage and, as they were both starved, neither could seem to feed the other.
This FaceBook guy’s chest was amazing. According to his profile, he was in his early forties but his body looked younger. He was wearing spandex compression shorts that hugged his taut lower body. It was the strength of his thighs that really made her cervix contract. She doubted that he was a professional wrestler. His body was not overly bulky like professional wrestlers. He looked lithe and supple as well as strong. To Dora, the beauty of his body, the aesthetic factor, appealed to her very much. She hesitated, however, to hit the “confirm” button. She never added people she didn’t know. What would all of the people on her friends list think if they saw this guy on her list?
Maybe she should make up a new FaceBook identity and add him hat way. She pondered a good name for herself and finally decided on “Dora Incognita.” Maybe that strategy would work out for others, too. Maybe there would emerge a whole new “Incognita” family. She felt herself growing more and more excited as she considered the possibilities of this new identity. Perhaps she also should wear a mask in her profile photo.
The only problem was, she didn’t have a mask, so she decided to photoshop one onto a photo of herself that she had never made public. She was proud of the photo but had never put it on her real FaceBook profile because it would have made Steven nervous. She had been at the beach with the family and Steven had clicked the photo as she came out of the water in her bikini. Her nipples were cold and pointy, her belly was flat, her c-cups still had their youthful bounce, and she looked very good for her 38 years. She found an eBay item called “sexy lycra spandex zentai metallic black pony tail hood.” She right-clicked and copied the photo and then re-sized it until it fit over her head area in the bikini photo. Then she changed the color of the pony tail to match her reddish locks. She also changed the color of her bikini in case anyone she knew might recognize it. It took about five minutes to make the new profile and upload the photo. Also, while the eBay advertisement was open, she made sure to order the mask. She sincerely hoped she would need it. After that, she felt tired and decided to drink some cocoa and let her mind wander before she went to bed.
Dora had always liked porn. She especially liked incest porn. For some reason, the photos and videos of moms seducing their teenage sons had always driven her instantly crazily horny. Vintage Kay Parker videos were her favorite. Her father had never suspected that she knew where he kept the key to the gun cabinet in which he kept his x-rated video collection. He stored the videos in the ammunition drawer underneath the glass cabinet where he kept his hunting rifles and shotguns. She had always been careful to put everything back exactly as she found it. Ever since the divorce, when she wasn’t busy, and especially when the boys were with their dad, she would look at photos and the supposedly home-made incest videos and clips that were ubiquitous on the web.
Even though Dora hoped that she would never molest her own children, it was more and more difficult since the divorce not to notice both of her boys emerging sexuality. Ryan, the 17 year old, would sometimes put his own sheets in the wash before laundry day and Dora could not help but examine them to find out why he was becoming so concerned with cleanliness. Sometimes she would even go into his room to see if he had spilled his semen during the night. Because of the amount on the sheets (God, it smelled so good), she assumed that he was doing more than having wet dreams. One laundry day she found herself wondering at what time of day he might regularly choose to bring himself to climax and what he might look like while doing it. She pictured his fingers clenched around his young throbbing cock (wondering how big it had become over the last few years). She found that her fingers were irresistibly drawn to her nipples while she was having these thoughts. Somewhat disturbed by her thoughts and their sudden intensity, she resolved to put them out of her mind and get some sleep. She promised herself she would do something the next day to get in touch with that guy on FaceBook. Maybe he could help her stop thinking about her children in inappropriate ways.
During the next couple of days at work, Dora thought sporadically about the bare-chested FaceBook guy. She kept imagining what it would feel like to touch and suckle his chest and she also wondered what might lurk under the Lycra shorts. After work on Tuesday, she couldn’t take it any more. She had to do something. While logged onto her new secret account, she found his profile (she had bookmarked it) and invited him to join her friends list. She also made friend requests of other people, both known and unknown. She thought it might be entertaining to interact with some of her friends from work without them knowing who she was. The bikini photo had already been noticed and it was interesting to find that some of the male friends from her other account were already trying to add her.
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