I'm 38, a fitness instructor; brunette, and with a good figure for my age. I already knew I turned heads, especially in my classes - I have a higher proportion of attractive, younger men signing up to my classes than my other female colleagues at one of the local universities - and I do dress to tease at times, depending on the audience.
I married young (18) and gave birth to our first son (we have two) at 19 - my husband is 21 years older than myself, which never presented a problem sexually until about three years ago, but we compensated with toys, films etc. and I never felt the need to stray, although I can be an outrageous tease sometimes - it turns me on.
I also run my own classes, sometimes at home, and this was where I first noticed I was turning heads, or rather one particular head, far closer to home.
Just over a year ago, on a glorious summer day, I was leading a low-impact class in our garden for a few of our older neighbours; I'd come straight from one of my university classes and was wearing a tight fitting pair of black shorts and black sports bra top, with what can be best described as a matching pink bikini thong over the top of my shorts. (My class had been for some of the more attractive boys in my classes, and I liked to give them a good view of my backside to ponder on in the showers after class!) Anyway, not having time to change I just went home and started the class.
My eldest son (at this time 18) was in the garden when I rushed out of the house to prepare for the arrival of my older ladies class, who were due in just a few minutes; there he was laid out on one of the sun loungers playing with his 'phone.
'Sorry, son; my class starts soon so you'll have to go in.' I said, although seeing him there in just his shorts, I did think about letting him stay - it may stop my class from dwindling over the winter months if the ladies knew they could get an eyeful of his muscular frame every lesson!
I threw my kit bag onto the floor, and my son looked up, his eyes widening as he saw me in my outfit.
'Wow, Mum!' he said, a grin spreading on his face, 'Please make sure you don't look like that when my friends come over later to pick me up - they'll never want to leave!'
I laughed, blushing slightly, but flattered all the same. 'Look, just make yourself scarce you cheeky sod!' I said, grinning back. I bent over the kit bag and started to get the equipment for the lesson out and, a minute or so later, heard my son walk past me into the house.
A few hours later, my sons friends arrived to pick him up - they were all going away for the weekend to a music festival - along with my son's extremely gorgeous girlfriend, Jenny.
'Hi Mrs Edwards!' she proclaimed as she walked through the door. I have to admit, she's likeable enough, but there was just something about her I didn't like, although I couldn't put my finger on it at the time. Maybe the way she always seemed to give me a knowing, condescending smile. Maybe because of her young, pert, 18 year old body, dressed to flaunt in tight t-shirt, ripped slightly to show her impressive cleavage and the top of her black, lacy bra, and short enough to show her taught tummy just above a pair of tight denim hot-pants, leading down to black tights and Doctor Martin boots. My husband could hardly keep his eyes off her - he could be pathetic at times.
'I'll just go and get him - make yourself at home, you lot.' I said, and went upstairs to let James know that his friends were here.
'Sorry, Mrs Edwards,' said Carl, James' best friend, 'We need to make tracks - we've got to pick all of our supplies up, yet.'
'Beer, you mean...' I said grinning, already climbing the stairs.
I got to James' room and tapped on the door, which swung open slightly at my knock - 'James, your friends are here - they say you need to leave sharpish...'
'Erm...okay....just a minute, Mum....' he stuttered.
I could hear fumbling and his chair falling over, then one of his desk drawers slammed shut. I couldn't help but peek and saw James struggling to pull his shorts up, one hand stuffing his semi-erect member past the waist band of his shorts. I stepped back so he wouldn't see me and a second or so later, his door opened and he walked out, looking quite flushed.
'Oops' I thought, 'I've just interrupted my son relieving himself!' I laughed inwardly, and then thought 'Jenny mustn't be giving him any - poor thing...'
'C'mon, J!' called Carl.
'Gotta go, Mum' he pecked me on the cheek, 'See you in a few days!'
'Call me!' I shouted after him, 'Let us know you're okay...' There was no reply as the herd stomped, laughing and giggling, out of the house.
His bedroom door was still ajar, and I could hear the whir of his computer - I decided to switch it off rather than leave it running all weekend.
I walked into his room, and bent over to pick up his chair which was lying on its back. As I did so, I noticed something sticking out from the bottom drawer of his desk - they looked like a pair of lacy, black panties.
'Maybe she has been giving out after all...' I said out loud as I sat in the chair and turned the monitor on for the PC. I gasped audibly as I saw the image on the screen - it was me, bending over my kit bag in the garden earlier, giving a great view of my thong teased arse.
'Was he...,' I stammered, staring at the image,'While he...' the image formed in my head of my own son pleasuring himself while staring at my behind...I looked down at the panties and slowly opened the drawer - they were smeared in fresh cum and not only that, they were an old pair of my panties.
I opened the drawer further - there was a small stack of my advertisement flyers in there, with a couple of them showing signs of having been wet at some point and then dried. The leaflets were just a glossy A4 sheet folded in half with a shot of me in a bikini in the centre-fold, advertising my 'Bikini Body' class for the previous year. I picked up one of the dried out leaflets and tried to open it - the pages were welded together. It looked like I'd been a sexual fantasy of his for some time. What was even more suprising was that I liked it - here was a drop dead gorgeous 18 year old who could have his pick of women my age; who was seeing a young girl who was also fabulous looking in every way, and he was choosing to cum while fantasising about me...
As I've already said, I love the idea of teasing young men so that they fantasise about me, and the idea of my own son doing it - while shocking - was thrilling me!
My attention returned to the PC - I saw there was a window open and I switched to it - I was presented with dozens of thumbnails, and they all looked like pictures of me. I opened one and started the slideshow - they were all of me, in various positions; on the beach in my bikini; doing my classes in the garden; doing some gardening in a pair of denim hotpants.
I could tell they'd been taken with the digital SLR and telephoto lens James had begged us for for his 17th birthday, and the dates of the images confirmed it.
I flicked back to Explorer and saw a folder named 'WOW' - I opened it and started the slideshow. These pictures had been taken from the boys' old tree-house at the bottom of the garden which, given the right equipment, gives you a view straight through the french doors which lead to the balcony outside of my bedroom.
These were pictures of me in my underwear - panties and bra - he'd clearly not managed to catch me nude yet. In fact, he'd hardly been able to catch me at all from this vantage point; there were only a half-dozen or so pictures in this folder.
By this point, I was beginning to get quite turned on by the idea of my son spying on me and jerking himself off to my pictures - I had to get out of the room. I put everything back the way I remembered it - I didn't want him knowing that I knew - switched the monitor off and left the room, my head spinning.
That night me and my husband made love for the first time in a couple of months, but all through our love play I could not shake the images of James spying on me; getting turned on; spraying his cum onto pictures of me; even cumming on my underwear! I was so turned on by it all I nearly called out his name while my husband licked me to orgasm, imagining James was licking my pussy while he jerked his cock, spraying his cum onto the bed....
Immediately afterwards, I felt a small pang of shame at my fantasy, but that night and the night after I dreamt of James cumming on my pictures and once even cumming onto my bikini covered behind - both mornings I awoke with my pussy wet and needing to relieve myself with one of my toys.
Now, most mothers would have avoided providing their voyeur son with photo ops but not me - I found the whole thing quite exciting. It was harmless, and my son would grow out of it - its not like we'd ever actually fuck, or anything... And besides, I wasn't getting the regular attention I was used to from my husband anymore, and it was nice to feel desired again.
A few nights after James got back, I decided to play a little game. It was another gloriously hot day, and I made the point, repeatedly, that I would have to leave all of the windows open in my bedroom, including the french doors, if I was to have any hope of sleeping that night. My husband was out for a couple of hours arranging the annual summer bash at his golf club, to be held the following night, and during a lull in the evening I announced to the boys that I was going upstairs for a bath and to try on my new dress for tomorrow.
Our house is quite secluded - we have no overlooking neighbours - and so I was as good as my word and left all of the windows open. Just as I was heading to the the en-suite, I saw James, camera in hand, furtively making his wasy to the tree house at the bottom of the garden.
After a long bath (I wanted to give James plenty of opportunity to set up) I dressed in black panties and bra, suspenders and stockings and donned my shortest robe, slipping on a pair of high heels as I did so, and looked at myself in the tall mirror on the back of the door - my heels were showing off my legs nicely, and my robe gave a good shot of my cleavage as well as exposing the tops of my stockings. 'Yes,' I thought, 'I think he'll appreciate these snaps!' My pulse was picking up speed at the thought of what I was about to do....
I sauntered into the bedroom, where I knew I was now in full view of James' lens, and walked up to my dresser opposite the window and bent over, pretending to sort through some make up, my robe riding up over my rear slightly and exposing the stockings, suspenders and back of my panties to James' lens. I then bent over further, spreading my legs slightly, and rummaged through one of the bottom drawers for a minute or two giving him plenty of opportunity to photo my crotch, which began to tingle at the thought...
