It wasn't until a swift breeze blew in through the bedroom window that we left open overnight when I opened my eyes to see the room bathed in sunlight. I lazily moved my arm in the direction of the other side of the bed but encountered nothing. Oh, Bex, my love, where are you, I thought to myself. I sat up rubbing my dark brown eyes to remove Mr. Sandman.
"It is daytime," I clearly spoke as if to tell Mr. Sandman to leave.
I felt the breeze again, and early Summer in England is still rather cool, especially in the morning hours. I felt shivers run up my arm as I pulled the covers back. Totally naked, Shyla, hmmm, must have been really tired after that sex spell Bex put on me last night. I just smiled to myself remembering how much pleasure she gave me. And tonight... is my turn.
But first, as I rolled off the side of the bed, I need to cover myself. Ah, Bex left a nice pair of light sleepwear. Pajama shorts and a V-Neck Cami covered in a cute floral pattern. The tag read Soma. Hmm, fancy boutique must've been a gift from her mum. I pressed the Cami to my nose and could smell a hint of Bex. I was further tempted to smell the bottoms, but I didn't want to be walking around the cottage with a wet kitty this early in the morning. I watched myself pulling on the pjs in the full mirror trying to imagine her mum helping me like she did in the kitchen last night.
Wow, got to get that vision out of my mind!
I walked over to the bedstand and saw a note:
Shy,
Mum and I are out strolling. She will want to find some fresh flowers again for us to enjoy. Sleep in if must, no rush.
Love,
Bex
I stopped to listen to the birds singing over all those rolling hills I could see out the window. The breeze brought in a lovely flowery smell. I placed the note back on the bedstand and made my way down the hall to the bathroom. I had an urgent need to relieve myself from all the white wine I drank last night. I pulled down my pajama bottoms and sat on the toilet listening to my water splash into the bowl beneath me. When I finished, I washed my hands and realized this bathroom only had a toilet and sink. Hmmm, oh yes while eating dinner last night Bex's mum, Susie, told me the only shower in the cottage was connected to her bedroom. Well, I definitely needed one so that would be my next stop.
I made my way down the hall again and turned into Susie's room. As I walked into the room the first thing my eyes were drawn to, was the dark red nightgown on the bed. I couldn't resist picking it up and feeling the satin material and admiring the lace trim cups with a cute bow in the middle and the sides were see-through with lace patterns. I brought it to my nose and took a couple deep inhales. Ummm, nothing like Bex, but what? I couldn't put my finger on it. She also had a full-length mirror and I held it up to my body. It was then I noticed it barely came down past my goodies. Oh, yes, she is a bit smaller than both Bex and I.
When I put the nightgown back on the bed, I noticed her smartphone. I must have accidentally touched the screen because it lit up. And there staring back at me was Bex's face. Oh, she's so cute. When I picked up the phone to put it on her bedstand the screen changed. Huh, must be unlocked. I was now looking at a pic of me and Bex kissing. Hmmm, looks like in the gazebo from yesterday. What? Her mum must have been up the slope snapping shots of us. I wonder if she told Bex about this? I wonder if she was... spying, or observing us? Strange.
Now I was curious. I searched and found her gallery icon and tapped it. The first image was her mum wearing the red nightgown. She was taking selfies! I swiped the screen seeing more pics of her mum wearing that sexy nightgown while she was standing in front of the mirror. And then... I almost dropped the phone... there were several pics of her sitting on the edge of the bed looking at the mirror, but her hand was between her legs! The nightgown still covered her goodies, but I was pretty sure I knew what she was doing.
Now my deep, hidden feelings for her mum came flooding back. I saw myself in the kitchen again from last night as she, Susie, pressed her body to me and with her hand on the back of my neck drew me close for an intimate kiss. My brain was telling me to get out of her room, but these strong emotions of desire for Bex's mum held me there. Plus, I rationalized, they were outside strolling those endless hills and acres. That's all I needed to climb up on her large bed. I pulled off those cute pajama bottoms Bex gave me to wear and placed her mum's pillow between my legs. I held her mum's smartphone in my left hand with the pic of her suggestively touching herself under that satin lace nightgown. What single mother would wear that? Oh, she's such a flirt for her age! As I laid on my side with her pillow between my legs, I began pulling on the end of it making it rub against my now very wet kitty. I couldn't take my eyes off her picture on the phone screen. As I built up a good, fast, strong rhythm, the bed springs began to squeak. Holy shit! That was the sound I heard last night as Bex and I made tender love in the next room. Oh my, what a naughty mum you are, Susie, I thought to myself. And with that idea of her masturbating to our lovemaking, I quickly reached the edge of my impending orgasm.
The sound of Susie's bed squeaking made a pattern that was undeniable in what one would be doing. And as my body grinded against her pillow and I was about ready to soar to new heights... the front door opened downstairs! Somehow, I heard it over all that squeaking. Thank the stars! But I was now trying to stop my body from convulsing with pleasure, I was soooo close. And then the distinct sounds of footsteps coming up the stairs. Fuck! I turned her phone off, threw the pillow to the top of the mattress and stumbled off the bed. Realizing I couldn't run out into the hall and retreat to our bedroom, my mind slowly kicked in and I remembered the shower was in the adjoining room. I scampered into the bathroom and shut the door trying not to make a sound. I was so apprehensive that I grew immediately weak and sat on the toilet to regain my composure.
Moments passed... seconds passed... minutes passed... silence and then...
Someone was in the bedroom moving around.
"Shy, dear is that you in the bathroom?" I heard Susie ask.
"Yes, mum, er, Mrs. ...Susie," I said in the worst example of a meek voice.
"Oh, you sound a little stressed. Are you ok?"
"Yes, ma'am. Just tired, but I'm sure this shower will wake me up."
"That's what showers are for Hunni. What do you think of my nightgown?"
Fuck, she's getting me horny and sitting on the toilet seat I notice how wet my pussy is... which makes me... fuck, I begin rubbing myself...
"I think it's pretty," I venture.
"Oh, is that all?" Susie replies with a hint of jest.
My fingers, two of them, are now deep inside my wet hole.
"Um, well..." I can't think clearly as I'm playing this dangerous but exciting game.
I'm fingerbanging so fast I could swear she must be able to hear it.
"Well... it is sexy... very sexy, Susie. Would love to..." I'm about to cum and can't finish my sentence.
