Carol sucks her stepson and John fucks his stepmother.
Continued from Chapter 04: Carol, John, and Linda Sex.
Continuing my exhibitionism, on those days that I showered in the morning instead of the evening, I gave him another show of my naked body. When I showered, not shy, modest, embarrassed, or ashamed, I left the bathroom door opened enough to not only let out the steam but also to give him a show of my topless and/or naked body. With my towel always slowly falling down to my waist, I stood in front of the mirror with my arms raised over my head while drying my hair with the hairdryer, and my naked breasts on full display.
Knowing that he was hiding just outside of the bathroom door while looking at all that he could see of me, I knew that he'd be watching me and staring at me. With him always masturbating, I wouldn't be surprised if he was stroking his erect, naked prick, while ogling my naked tits. Only, with us only having the one bathroom, pretending that he needed to pee, I wished he'd dare push open the bathroom door, pull out his cock, and pee in front of me.
With him always ogling me, I'd love for him to stand next to me to watch him pee while I was topless. After he peed, wishing he would, I'd allow him to touch my tits, feel my tits, fondle my tits, and suck my nipples. Not stopping there, I'd allow him to strip off my towel to see me naked while having his wicked, sexual way with my big tits.
'How hot would that be for me to stare at his naked prick while he stared at my naked tits and/or my naked body,' I thought? 'Only, all that he does is stare. All that he does is to masturbate himself later in his room over all that he saw of me.'
Then, with him still not making a move to have sex with me, when I finally emerged from the bathroom, I walked to the living room where he was sitting to talk to him. Just wearing a loosely, tied towel, as if I had a remote control button in my hand, just by taking a sudden, deep breath, I could make my towel fall to my feet at will. Daring myself to do so, taking a big breath, I allowed my towel to fall to my feet.
Feigning my embarrassment, he stared at my naked body as if he had never seen a naked woman before. Until I stooped to pick up the towel and wrap it around me again, he continued staring at me as if memorizing every mole and freckle. A mere two feet from him, I hoped that he'd reach out and touch me. I wanted him to feel me. I wanted him to sexually enjoy my naked body as much as I wanted to sexually enjoy his naked body. Only, and yet, again, all that he did was to stare. He never touched me.
"Oh, my God. Avert your eyes, John," I said playing it up that I was accidentally naked in front of him again. "Don't look at my naked breasts. Please don't look at my naked pussy. I'm so embarrassed. I'm so very embarrassed," I said feigning my embarrassment. "Don't look at my naked ass. I can't believe you're seeing me naked."
He laughed.
# # #
Carol, John & Linda Sex, Ch. 05
Stepmother finally has incestuous sex with her stepson
Later that day, goading him while sexually teasing him, I wanted to continue our conversation of my exhibitionism. I approached him while hoping that he'd finally be ready to do more than just look and stare.
"I'm so embarrassed, John. I can't believe my towel fell. I can't believe that you saw me naked," I said looking at him with feigned embarrassment and shame.
He laughed.
"Don't worry, mom. I've seen you naked plenty of times already," said John with a dirty laugh.
Aware that I had deliberately flashed him my naked body earlier this morning, by dropping my towel, I pretended that I didn't know that he had seen me without my clothes plenty of times before. Again, while feigning my embarrassment and my shame, and playing my role as the innocent, morally modest stepmother, I looked at him as if I couldn't believe that he had seen me naked plenty of times. Yet, no longer able to control my sexual emotions, I looked at him with sexual arousal in the way that he stared at me with sexual lust.
"What? What do you mean that you've seen me naked plenty of times? When? How," I asked while looking at him with faked disbelief?
I waited for him to respond and when he didn't, I continued.
"I know that you saw me naked when my towel fell earlier this morning when I stood in front of you, but what other times have you seen me without my clothes," I asked while looking at him?
Then, when he gave me a Chesire cat smile without answering me, I continued.
"Have you been spying on me? Have you been peeping on me?"
He laughed again.
"Sometimes, you forget that you're not alone," he said nodding his head with sexual excitement. "You forget that I live here with you, too. Sometimes, you leave your bedroom door partially opened enough for me to see you," he said smiling while undressing me with his eyes and looking at me as if I was naked again.
He paused to look at me and to read my reaction to what he had said and what more that he had to say. When I looked at him with a sexually shocked reaction while not responding, he continued.
"When I walk by your room to tell you something, I've seen you undressing and dressing. I've seen you walking around you bedroom without your clothes while picking out what to wear. I've seen you standing in front of your full-length mirror naked. I've seen you sitting at your vanity table naked. I've even seen and heard you masturbating," he said with an excited, dirty laugh. "I'm sorry but, when I saw you without your clothes, frozen in place, I couldn't stop staring."
'Walking by my room to tell me something my ass,' I thought. 'He stood in the hall watching me stripping myself naked and masturbating myself, the little pervert. Only, I wished he'd do more than just stare. I wished he'd tell me that he wanted to have sex with me. I wished he'd touch me and feel me where I want to be touched and felt.'
Again, faking my reaction to all that he had said, I looked at him aghast while pretending that I had no idea that he had already seen me without my clothes numerous times.
"Oh, my God," I said. "I had no idea that I had given you a show of my naked body. I'm mortified. I'm mortified that you saw me in my room naked while dressing and undressing. I'm humiliated that you saw me masturbating," I said while continuing to fake my embarrassment.
I shook my head while pretending my disbelief.
"I can't believe that you saw me naked all of those times. I can't believe that you saw and heard me masturbating," I said again while looking up at him with a face full of sexual arousal instead of a face full of embarrassment.
He laughed again.
# # #
"Those aren't the only times that I've seen something of you that I shouldn't see," he said with another dirty laugh. "When you lean over me to serve me breakfast, the top of your nightgown always falls open and I've seen your naked breasts and your erect nipples lots of times," he said with a dirty laugh.
He stared at the shape and the size of my breasts that he could see through my sheer nightgown. He stared at my long line of sexy cleavage that revealed itself above my low-cut nightgown. He stared at my erect nipples that suddenly made their impressions known by my sexual arousal of our incestuous conversation of voyeurism and exhibitionism.
"You have big, shapely breasts, mother," he said while looking up at me to give me a big, shit eating grin. "You have beautiful tits. I love your big tits," he said while staring at all that he could see of my breasts through my sexy nightgown.
Playing the innocent stepmother instead of the whore that I am, denying him any more looks of my naked breasts, I looked at him aghast while folding my arms around my nightgown clad breasts.
"You shouldn't look at your stepmother in that sexual way. When you saw my naked breasts, you should have respected my privacy, been a gentleman by averting your eyes, and looked away," I said scolding him. "At the very least, when leaning over you to serve you your breakfast, you should have told me that I'm exposed."
Instead of continuing to play the morally, modest stepmother, I was tempted to ask him to feel my tits. I not only wanted him to finger my nipples, but I wanted to suck my nipples while masturbating my naked pussy. Instead of playing these silly games of showing him all that he wanted to see, I wanted sex.
He made a face and laughed again.
"Sometimes," he said. "When you walk in front of the television or open the drapes while wearing your sheer nightgowns, I can see through your nightgown as if you're naked," he said with a sexy smile.
I stared at him with my eyes bulging out of my head and my mouth hanging open.
"Oh, my," I said. "I had no idea that you could see through my nightgown," I said. "I had no idea that I was showing you my naked body."
He continued undressing me with his eyes and looking at me as if I was standing in front of him naked. Definitely, he was sexually interested in me. Definitely, the sexual lust that he had for me rested in abeyance before being released. Only, when will he do something, anything, to show me that he sexually wanted me?
"Then, when you sit across from me in the living room, you sometimes sit with your nightgown raised high enough and your knees parted open enough that I've seen your naked pussy many times," he said with sexual excitement.
