A mom with fetishes

It happens after the first season, episode one of the series

Camila knew she was going to miss her daughter; she was already receiving complaints at school about it. Due to the principal's reprimand, Camila decided to send Luz to summer camp to correct her behavior, I wasn't doing it out of self-interest; I was doing it so that Luz would stop being so childish and could move forward in life as a person proud of her mother.

Luz knew that at camp she would leave everything related to Azura behind and that she would learn to behave like a normal, ordinary girl, and she knew that without her things she felt empty. She didn't know when her daughter would return, but the camp would last four months, enough time for Luz to let go of the fantasy of witches.

Her mother packed Luz's things for the camp; she would be sad not to see her daughter for months, but she didn't want Luz to be a disgrace to her mother

"You have to do it, Luz. You have to put your fantasies aside and face reality." Those words echoed in Luz's head before Camila left

"But I like magic. I like being a witch to protect others. Maybe being a witch isn't for you, but I want to be one," Luz murmured, holding her Azura book in her hands

"Imaginary friends don't exist, Luz. Magic is only for those who live in the clouds. When you come back from there, and maybe I'll miss you, but you must let go of your imagination." Camila hugged Luz.

"I'll miss you, daughter. Maybe we won't see each other again after this." Camila kissed Luz's forehead

"Goodbye, Mom, I'll be texting you on my phone." Camila kissed her daughter and left, leaving Luz alone at the bus stop. As the bus pulled away, Luz saw an owl carrying off her Azura book. "Hey, stop!" She ran after the bird, leaving the bus behind, but the owl kept flying until it entered an abandoned cabin. Luz went inside and saw an old door. "This is strange," she said as she touched it. The door opened by itself, and a force pulled her inside and the door closed transporting Luz to another place

One month later, Camila missed her daughter. Although she worked as a veterinarian, she knew she had been very hard on her, but she wanted Luz to amount to something in life. So she decided to call the camp to ask about her, but she thought to herself, "I shouldn't call her, my daughter is fine there, I want her to learn." But deep down, she wanted to know if she was okay; she was still receiving text messages from Luz.

While she was treating the wounds of a stray dog ​​at the clinic, a boy with tattoos, a white shirt and shorts, arrived with his pet in his arms, a black cat with eyes as bright as emeralds. Camila attended to it without noticing the intense looks the feline was giving her. Camila handed the dog to its owner and continued with the boy's cat.

"Sorry, Mom, this is my mom's cat," said the tattooed boy

"Did you just call me Mom?" Camila frowned as she examined the black cat. Its claws were covered in dried mud, as if it had been digging somewhere damp

"My mom says that's what I call the prettiest women," the boy grinned, revealing a gold tooth. The black cat craned its neck toward Camila, as if to inspect her scent

"Your cat sure has a lot of problems. By the way, your voice sounds familiar," Camila murmured as she applied antibacterial ointment to the cat's wounds

"I didn't come here because of a scolding, I came because the cat got sick," the boy said as the feline meowed, as if correcting his words. Its bright eyes never left Camila

"Wait, I'd recognize that voice. Are you someone's son?" Camila was talking to the tattooed boy when she looked at him intently.

"I know you, you're Anastasia's son, of course, your mom and I were school friends, those were the days," Camila continued looking at the boy as she applied the medicine to the cat. The feline, however, kept watching her with those eyes too intelligent for an ordinary animal.

"How you've grown! I remember you as a kid who was always getting into trouble." Camila finished healing the animal and handed it back to the boy.

"Tell me, how are your mom and sister? I haven't heard from them since we graduated." The boy sat down in a plastic chair while petting his cat.

"My mom works at a company where it's mandatory to wear skirts or revealing clothing. She separated from my dad, I live with her, and she's doing live streams now that the company has laid off several employees," the boy said while Camila stared at him.

"Your mom does live streams?" Camila asked

"Yes, she does live streams on 'Penacthates,' a website dedicated to entertainment and live streams. People donate money to her for dancing or want to ask her questions. My mom has a lot of men after her," the boy said while looking at his black cat, who continued watching Camila with those green eyes that seemed to register her every move.

Camila wiped her hands with a disinfectant wipe before answering. "I didn't know Anastasia was in that situation. The last time we spoke, she was happily married."

The black cat meowed again, as if trying to say something. The boy absentmindedly stroked it. "Things changed after my dad left. My sister became an influencer too, helping my mom buy things for her live streams. She visits her once a week. My sister has a boyfriend who sells tents, but he's a womanizer," the boy said while Camila listened attentively

"Your mom is really lucky. And how much do people donate to her?" Camila asked

The boy shrugged. "Sometimes 50 dollars, sometimes 500. It depends on the men," he said

Camila picked him up with a sigh. "And you? What do you do while your mom does her... live streams?"

"I steal Wi-Fi from the neighborhood and sell the latest model motorcycles," the boy said

"You're as lucky as your mother." Camila crossed her arms, looking at the black cat that was now purring in the boy's lap

"You can do live streams too," the boy said, getting up and walking around Camila

"I guess for a widow like me, it would be a good option, now that I'm not earning much." The tattooed boy let out a short laugh and stroked Camila's waist

"My mom said there were other ways to make money," the boy said, caressing Camila's hip, but Camila pushed his hand away sharply.

"I'll think about it," Camila said firmly, pushing the boy away.

"I have to go, beautiful lady, but remember, you can do this too," the boy said, handing her the live stream page for a piece of paper. As he walked toward the door, he picked up the cat and left the office, leaving Camila alone with her thoughts

Camila attended to the last client with her pet before closing the clinic. Her mind was still full of doubts about what the boy had suggested. The sky was beginning to darken as she left the building, feeling the cold night air on her face. Her phone vibrated. It was a message from Luz. "Mommy, everything's fine at camp. We had a campfire today and told stories. I miss your cooking." Camila smiled weakly as she walked to her car

"The guy was right, being a widow is getting to me," Camila murmured as she drove

"But now that Luz is gone, maybe it's time to think about myself," Camila thought. It was time to show she was a valuable woman, so she decided to accept the guy's suggestion to do live streams, but not like the others. She would do it her way. She wanted to captivate the audience with her experience, her personality as a veterinarian and single mother, and get donations while showing off her body.

Camila arrived at an erotic shop with toys and sexy clothes. She entered nervously, looking at the shelves of lace underwear and fine lingerie. The employee, a teenage girl with rebellious clothes and a nose piercing, looked at her curiously before smiling.

"Do you need help?" the employee asked as Camila approached a mannequin dressed in a black outfit that left little to the imagination.

"Yes, I need some special clothes and adult toys," the saleswoman said, taking Camila's hand and leading her to a private hallway lined with skimpy lingerie, tiny bikinis, and erotic latex and leather outfits

Camila chose a black lace lingerie set that didn't cover much and high heels that made her feel sexy. She selected a pair of remote-controlled vibrators while the saleswoman demonstrated how they worked. When she finished shopping, she left the store with a black bag that concealed its contents and headed to her car, feeling a knot in her stomach about what she was about to do.

In her mind, she said, "I'll make a lot of money with this."

Camila arrived home, parked her car in the garage, and got out with the bags in her hand. She entered the house silently, glancing at the clock on the wall. It was 10 p.m. The silence of the house made her feel alone, something she wasn't used to since Luz had been at camp.

She left the bags on the sofa and went to the bathroom. She took off her white robe and hung it on the hanger. She looked at herself in the mirror as she removed her makeup. Her face showed tiredness and doubt, but also a hint of determination. "I have to do it," she murmured as she dried her face with a towel

She left the bathroom and went to the kitchen. She made a cup of tea and took it to the sofa where the bags were. She opened them carefully, as if someone might see her. She took out the black lingerie and held it up in front of her. The fabric was soft and delicate, something she had never worn before

Camila got up and went to her room, locked the door, and started trying on clothes and vibrators. When she finished dressing, she looked at herself in the closet mirror. She was wearing black lace lingerie that revealed her nipples and intimate area, high heels that accentuated her legs, and a pearl necklace that added an elegant touch. She fixed her hair and applied makeup in a bolder style than usual

Camila turned on her computer and went to the website the boy had written on the note. The interface was simple, with a large button that said "Stream Now." Her fingers hesitated for a second before clicking. The screen split in two: one part showed her own image reflected by the webcam; the other, an empty chat window waiting for viewers.

The first minute passed without anyone appearing. Camila adjusted her lingerie, feeling the lace brush against her skin in a way she'd never noticed before. She saw a button to enable the microphone, activated it, and spoke in a soft voice.<br/><br/>"Hi handsome, I'm Camila Noceda, a 38-year-old veterinarian and single mom," Camila said, biting her lip

Camila touched her breasts as she watched the chat fill up. She lowered her hands to her thighs and slowly spread them, revealing more of her intimacy as she masturbated her clitoris with her fingers. Camila moved the camera to better focus on her vagina and anus as she inserted and slowly withdrew her fingers, wet with her vaginal fluid

The chat began to fill with excited comments. Camila brought her fingers to her mouth while looking directly at the camera. She masturbated and raised her legs toward the ceiling, spreading them wider to show more of her body to the virtual audience. Camila couldn't help but moan as she slipped her fingers back inside and rubbed her clitoris in quick, circular motions while scrolling through the chat comments

Camila noticed the chat prompting her to use one of the toys she'd bought. She responded with a smile, rummaging in her black bag and pulling out a double-ended vibrator. Camila turned it on and ran the vibrator all over her body, moaning softly. She then inserted it into her vagina and moved it in and out as the chat filled with excited comments

Camila's vagina tightened around the vibrator as the upper tip grazed her clitoris with electric precision, causing it to swell even more under the constant stimulation. Sweat trickled between her breasts as she arched her back against the chair, the pearls of her necklace tapping against her sternum with each thrust of the toy

Camila made it even more exciting. When her vibrator was inside her vagina and anus, she moved it in and out as her thighs trembled with arousal. Her free hand moved to her breasts and squeezed them as she let out louder moans

Camila moved her hips in sync with the toy's vibrations, her nails digging lightly into her thighs, displaying her vagina and anus to the virtual audience as the screen filled with numbers and obscene comments. Heat built up beneath her skin, spreading from her belly to her fingertips.

The gush of vaginal fluid shot from her body with a force that surprised even her, soaking the vibrator and the chair beneath her trembling thighs. Camila's fingers closed around the toy as the smaller tip continued to vibrate inside her anus, prolonging the involuntary contractions that shook her belly.

The chat exploded in a cascade of fire emojis and messages in all caps. Camila gasped, trying to catch her breath as she read some of the most prominent comments floating across the screen.

The chat became frenzied; Camila felt the adrenaline mixed with lust coursing through her veins. She had never imagined that exposing herself like this could make her feel so powerful. She straightened up slowly, noticing how the sweat clung to the lingerie between her thighs.

"Let's go for round two, my loves," Camila said huskily.

Camila stood up, took another vibrator, this one bigger and thicker, moistened it with her saliva as she showed it to the audience, then inserted it into her vagina and moved it in and out while leaning forward to better show off her breasts hanging in front of the camera, her hardened nipples brushing against the black lace of the lingerie.

The chat became a tidal wave of usernames and messages scrolling too fast to read them all. Camila noticed the viewer count had surpassed a thousand, a number that made her raise her eyebrows before another wave of pleasure forced her to close her eyes for a moment

"Do you like how I'm doing?" she murmured, changing the angle of the vibrator inside her with an expert flick of her wrist. The response was immediate: a shower of hearts and sweatdrop emojis flooded the screen

She kept the rhythm, her labia stretching around the thickness of the toy with each thrust. The air conditioner hummed in the room, but Camila's body heat rendered it irrelevant. Her moans mingled with the hum of the vibrator and the occasional crackle of the internet connection.

Camila's left hand slid back, finding the edge of the table where she had left the lubricant. With clumsy but determined movements, she poured a cold stream over her fingers before bringing them to her anus. The contrast in temperatures made her gasp for a moment, but she soon regained her rhythm, inserting first one finger, then another, synchronizing the movements with those of the vibrator in her vagina.

On the screen, someone typed: "I WANT TO HEAR MORE." Camila tilted her head toward the microphone, exaggerating the wet sounds her fingers made as they went in and out. The chat reacted with a flurry of ear emojis.

Camila lay on her back on the bed, her legs spread at a wide angle, allowing the camera to capture every detail. With her free hand, she took the third vibrator from the bag, one with textures that simulated veins. She turned it on and slowly slid it from her collarbone down, pausing at each nipple before continuing her descent. The chat went wild as she ran it over her belly, drawing circles just above where the first toy was still vibrating inside her.

“Want to see something special?” she whispered, arching her hips and pulling the vaginal vibrator out with a wet squelch. The second, thicker toy glistened in the light from her lamp, coated in her fluids. She held it up to the camera, rotating it slowly before bringing it to her mouth. Her lips closed around the tip, wiping away the liquid with a calculated languor that sent the chat into a flurry of tongue emojis and shocked faces.

On the monitor, the numbers kept climbing. Two thousand viewers now, some leaving digital tips that appeared as fleeting animations in the upper right corner. Camila read one comment in particular: "Show us how you come again." She smiled, letting out a theatrical sigh before replying, "Only if you behave yourselves, my darlings."

"That's all, guys. I'll bring you more content soon." Camila ended the broadcast and sighed deeply as sweat trickled between her breasts. The pearls of her necklace had become tangled in her hair during the most intense movements.

"Okay Camila, you can keep your job as a veterinarian, but with these live streams, I'll earn more," said Camila, lying in bed with her breasts exposed and biting her lip.

"My guys want more, and I think I'll make the next broadcast more interesting," Camila murmured, closing her eyes. She'd already had enough viewers for her first time on the website, but this was just the beginning.