Like everyone else, I can be described a number of ways -- normal, suburban housewife, stay at home mom, soccer mom, average in looks, happily married...horny....and someone that lusts after her son and his friends. I know that many people would be shocked and appalled at that last descriptor and I can't say that I totally blame them. It's something I never thought about before. It came as a surprise to me. I'll describe how it got started.
My husband and I were married 20 years ago, when I was 18 and he was 26. A year later we had twins, Josh and Amy. Our married life has been good; my husband is a good guy and a solid provider. For the first several years of our marriage, our sex life was very satisfying, both in terms of passion and frequency. Over the years, several things have happened though. One is that my husband has begun to travel much more, with some of the trips lasting a couple of weeks or so, so we don't see each other as much. And with the travel and work, he is often tired so his sex drive just isn't what it used to be. At the same time, for some reason, my sex drive has had a dramatic upswing. Part of that may be that I gotten in much better shape physically. I have been working out and feel and look better than I have in years.
Along with the physical part of my enhanced sexual awareness has been a slowly growing question in my mind about whether or not I have missed out on a lot sexually. I have only had sex with two people...my husband and a boy in high school and that adventure was pretty disappointing. So, I really had never experienced much sexual variety. Therefore, over the last few years, I have developed an active fantasy life...thinking about sex, imagining sexual encounters with males I either see or read about, or perhaps even movie stars, and looking and reading things online. And I started masturbating much more. I first masturbated when I was around 13 and did it fairly regularly as a teen. However, my family was religious and very straight-laced and I always felt that self-gratification was a little bit wrong. Mind you, I still did it but I was never able to let myself go completely. After marriage, I rarely masturbated until maybe three years ago, when sex with my husband became less frequent and not as satisfying and my sexual needs exploded.
Up until recently I did not actively fantasize about sex with young guys and particularly my son, at least I don't think I did. I waffle on that because I certainly began to notice him, how he had developed into such a strong, handsome guy, with a terrific body. Like many teens, he was often not even aware of his looks or effect he had on others, so I would occasionally see him in his underwear often with no shirt, and I couldn't help but notice his physique as well as the bulge in his crotch. Twice, accidentally, I saw him naked, once with his back to me, and I noticed his very firm buttocks. Once I saw him from the front, and while it was only a glance, I was astounded by his long, thick cock, surrounded by curls of pubic hair. And while I don't really think I fantasized about sex with him, there were many times when that image, of him standing there naked, popped into my mind.
And of course, since I had gotten much more sexually conscious, I wondered about my kids too. My daughter, Amy, was now 19 and fully developed with long legs, a pretty little tush, and full breasts. She was also interested in boys. I figured she masturbated frequently. I know there were lots of times when her panties were stained in the crotch, showing evidence of a wet vagina, even during the time of the month when she wasn't having her period. And I noticed a few times, that my son's sheets were spotted, probably from semen stains. And the girls that hung around him were amazingly pretty and they dressed so provocatively. So he had to either be engaging in sex or thinking about it a lot. I only repeat all this to share with you my state of mind...I was normally curious about my kids, particularly my son, but not salacious, at least at that time.
During the period I am about to describe my husband was on a three week long, international business trip. One morning I had gotten up and got breakfast for the kids and saw them off. My works at a bookstore in the summer between college semesters, and he typically drops my daughter off at the high school she works at in the summer. After they left, I got dressed in shorts and a t-shirt and went to the basement and worked out. After 45 minutes of that I put on a load of clothes to wash and went back upstairs. I sat down on my computer and went to a couple of favorite websites and read some erotic stories and answered some emails, a couple of which were erotic exchanges I was having with a couple of guys I had an online relationship with. I also chatted with one of them, and I got so worked up, I decided to go upstairs and take care of myself. I pulled off my sweaty workout clothes and threw them in the laundry and went to my bedroom. The room had a full length mirror and I happened to glance at myself. I was proud of my body since I'd started working out. I always had a pretty good ass and tits according to my husband and comparing myself to other women my age, but in the last year or so, my waist had narrowed somewhat, and my thighs and buttocks were much firmer. My tits had gotten a little smaller as I lost weight but they were still good...a D cup...and while they sagged a little, they were still fairly full and firm. After my online activities, I noted that my nipples were hard and erect and I rolled them in my fingers a little bit. As I pulled on them, to the point it hurt a little, I felt a jolt in my vagina, like a quick charge of electricity. I reached down and ran my fingers up my slit and when I looked I noticed how shiny it was with pussy dew. I was so horny. It seemed like ages since I'd had sex.
I went to the closet and found an old overcoat in the back. In the pockets were a couple of sex toys I hid there. I pulled out a battery operated dildo, about six inches long and pretty big around, the kind that had the rotating pellets in the shaft and a little rubber clit-massager attached.
I got in bed and spread my legs. I have always had a full bush because my husband is fine with it that way and it is much less trouble than shaving would be. The only thing I do is trim it occasionally, particularly in the summer when I may be wearing a swimsuit. I bent my knees and splayed my legs and slowly ran a finger over my pussy lips which were slightly opened. One hand slowly massaged my tits, occasionally rolling the nipples in my fingers. I kept thinking about a guy...a friend of my husband that I had long thought would be a great lover...and I imagined him watching me, stroking his hard cock, waiting to sink it inside me and fuck me like the slut that I wanted to be. My pussy ached with desire and I dipped a finger inside. I withdrew it as I looked down and saw a string of fluid connecting my cunt and the tip of my finger. I moaned and opened my pussy lips more and rubbed the flat of my hand over the swollen flesh, spreading pussy juice over my hairy crotch. I imagined a big hard cock spreading my cunt lips open and spearing me, buried deep inside my throbbing fuckhole.
I took the dildo and sucked the head and left it shiny with saliva. Bringing my feet up off the bed, I opened my legs as wide as I could get them. I took the long, pliant but firm, head of the silicone cock and rubbed it over and between my pussy lips, getting it well-lubed with hot juice. I stuck it inside for an inch or so and then I turned the vibrator on to the lowest setting. I knew that my pussy could eat it up all the way, but I wanted to wait and savor it before getting myself off. So I fucked it deeper inside me but not as far as my hungry cunt wanted.
I love to watch myself getting fucked so I got a pillow and put in under my head and leaned forward to watch the dick-like dildo fuck me. As I did so, I saw through the crack of the door eyes watching me...the eyes of my son. I had no idea how long he had been there but knew that I saw him and he scurried away. Needless to say, my lustful thoughts disappeared. I was mortified. I knew that he could see everything the way I was laying. My ass and my open pussy were facing the door so he could see everything...from my asshole to my open pussy with a dildo inside, and my bobbing tits. He must have come home for something. He normally calls out when he comes in but he either didn't this time, or I was so focused on my sexual needs that I didn't hear him.
I quickly got up and got a bathrobe. I put the dildo away in the closet and sat on the bed. I couldn't believe that my son saw me that way. I didn't mind him seeing my body so much...a few times, I knew that he had glimpsed it accidentally, the same way I had seen him a couple of times. But to see me so splayed out, fucking my obviously wet and needy pussy made my mind spin. I tried to figure out what to do. I supposed the best thing to do was nothing, just forget about it, like it never happened. But, that would seem to make it very awkward for us. I didn't know how I would act around him, or him around me, knowing that he saw me that way. It would probably be in our minds every time we saw each other. No, the best thing to do was clear the air; to talk to him and tell him that I had needs to, and hoped he would understand that and eventually forget it, or if not forget it, at least not hate me for it. Maybe that would clear the air anyway.
So, I decided to simply confront him and talk to him about it. I knew he had gone to his room so I went down the hall. I knocked on him door.
"Hold on." I heard him scurrying around. Finally, "come in."
He was on his bed, wearing a pair of cut-offs with no shirt.
I sat on the edge of his bed. "Josh, listen, this is awkward for both of us. I know you saw me. And I'm...I'm sorry you saw me like that. I thought I was alone in the house. It's just...well, with your father gone so much, I...well, I just get lonely and I did it. I...I don't know what to say."
