The hot water splashed into the bathtub, forming bubbles as Emmanuelle sat back against the cool porcelain, letting her toes dance in the spray. The water grew deeper and deeper as she slowly spread the suds over her body. It was her 10:00am ritual and she always enjoyed her time in the bathtub.
The window was open above her, the light, filtered through the large oak tree from the neighbors yard, streamed in. The air was still cool for an early summer morning. But she wanted it that way... she wanted it open. For him.
"Are you touching yourself?" she asked no one, as her hands slid over her breasts, her fingertips quickly circling and pinching her hard nipples. "Mmm... I hope so. I imagine you have a nice, big cock."
You know that feeling... like someone's watching you? For some people, it could be scary. For others, it's exciting. But for Emmanuelle... it gave her butterflies. It excited her. Knowing there was someone out there watching her... was a big turn-on. Especially when she knew it was her son.
Every morning, at just about 10:00am, Vince snuck out the back door, down the little path on the side of the house between the neighbor's privacy fence and his house, and hid, waiting for her. The bathroom window was at the perfect height for him to surreptitiously peer inside to see her naked body.
She knew she should feel guilty for her feelings, but... she really didn't. They almost seemed natural to her. And her feelings for him had only grown in recent years as he became a man and as, over the past year, her husband had pulled away from her, becoming increasingly distant and unwilling to be intimate with her.
She was frustrated and unwilling to fight against her sexual needs and desires. If she got excited by Vince watching her, masturbating to her, then so be it. She wanted it. She wanted someone to desire her that badly.
She was going to encourage it.
"You're such a bad boy," Emmanuelle giggled. "But you are a handsome young man." She turned off the water and used her hands to lift water and bubbles to her chest, neck, and shoulders, letting it flow down her body.
Since that very first time she caught him peeping on her, she knew she had to have it again and again. She masturbated in the bathtub, knowing he was watching her. There was something about his presence that aroused her. And, every time, she came like she never came before.
She lifted her loofah and swiped it first down one arm and then the next, letting the soapy water clean and refresh her skin, letting the oils soften it. Then she lay back, relaxing, letting her hand stray between her legs, to slide her fingertips over her clit in a lazy circle.
She could feel his eyes on her. When she slid her finger inside her, she imagined it was his. When she rubbed her clit, she pictured it was his strong, firm tongue massaging it. Many times she imagined confronting him, letting him know that she could see him, that she knew he was there. She dreamt of him joining her in her bathroom or in her bed. But she never did. What if she scared him? What if he only liked to look at her... or desire her... from a distance, behind the glass of her bathroom window?
She moaned softly, her pussy feeling so electrified. "I hope you're enjoying this... spying on me... as much as I am," she said to the air. "I don't mind you looking at me. In fact... I enjoy it very much. It turns me on that you jerk off while watching me... thinking about me. I've seen how you look at my tits. Do you fantasize about cumming on them? Mmm... I wish I could see you cum for me... watch you cum all over my tits. My pussy is so wet just thinking about it. And for a woman my age, that's a compliment."
She sat in the corner, on the edge of the tub, and put her legs on the cool porcelain to hold her up. Her hand returned between her legs, rubbing her engorged, sensitive clit once again, pinching and rolling it between her fingers, and pulling her swollen labia.
"You like watching me play with my pussy?" she panted, not expecting an answer. "Just think about putting your hard dick right inside there. Right in my wet pussy. God, it's so sensitive right now... it feels so good."
She thought she could hear him breathing harder, thought she could her him moaning. And that excited her more. Oh, if she could only hear him cum for her.
"Oh... yes... oh my God... I'm so close," she panted, her fingers moving faster. Her free hand squeezed her breast, pinching and pulling at her swollen nipple. "Pinch my nipples... yes... it makes me cum so hard."
She thought she heard him gasp, as if he saw her and could barely control himself. "Are you gonna cum? Yeah?" she asked, easily sliding two fingers inside herself and slapping her clit as she thrust inside again and again. "Cum all over that pussy. Cum all over mommy's pussy."
She knew her body well. Her hands were experienced and it was easy to bring herself to orgasm. But with his image in her mind, an image of his hand squeezing her breast, of his fingers tugging and pulling on her nipples so teasingly, of his tongue lapping and sucking her clit so perfectly, she threw herself over the edge.
"Yeah... yes! Fuck! I'm cumming!" Her body shook, her legs barely able to hold her up as her pussy spasmed so wonderfully. Her clit was still on fire as she stepped away from the tub and started draining it, toweling off while looking at herself in the mirror. She dared not look at the window and see him... he'd be scared off for sure.
She turned to walk out the door, the towel held loosely in her hand. Her bare body his to see as he wished. "Oh... that was good. I'll see you tomorrow sweetie."
*****
Emmanuelle stood at the kitchen sink, idly looking out the bay window into their dark back yard as she scrubbed the dinner pan. Her nipples were hard, little points in her shirt as she wondered if he was there in the dark, watching her, cock in hand, jerking off.
Every scrub she made, every circle of the sponge, made her breasts jiggle just perfectly, making her nipples rub against the fabric of her blouse. They were so hard. She wished she could give them some attention. Her pussy, too, was demanding some attention and had been for some time now. She wished she'd get ANY attention, especially from her husband. But it wasn't happening.
"Have you seen Vince," her husband Daniel asked as he walked in. "His fucking car's in the driveway, so I know he's here somewhere."
"What's wrong honey?" she asked, drying her hands and tossing the towel onto the counter.
"You know what's wrong," he said, obviously upset. "Have you seen him around?"
"Vince? I saw him earlier," she said. While she hoped he was in the back yard or in the dining room peering around the wall, watching her, fantasizing about her, even jacking off to her, she really didn't know where he was. "He's probably getting ready to go to work or something."
Daniel shook his head. "As long as he's not out there perving on people. You especially. Someone's going to end up calling the cops and it might just be me."
