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Have a nice day,
' she mouthed Soto Voce as the car pulled out of the drive and headed off into the morning traffic.
She had housework to do and began by going into Jamie's room to collect clothing to be washed and make his bed. As she went about her domestic chores, she'd inadvertently jogged Jamie's laptop causing it to fire into life. Her attention was immediately drawn to what appeared to be a paused video of a middle-aged woman ostensibly laughing. Jamie had evidently been watching some inconsequential soap on Netflix or some other streaming device and would return to pick up the plot later. In her opinion at least, he probably spent an inordinate amount of time viewing such lowest common denominator entertainment on his computer.
She moved from the laptop to the wastepaper basket and was rivetted to its contents. Closer inspection revealed copious sheets of crumpled-up Kleenex tissues. Jamie certainly didn't appear to have a cold, certainly not one that would warrant that amount of wastage. She chastised herself for thinking that it might be...well, she really didn't want to imagine it. Jamie was such a shit, but she was still loathe to invade his privacy. Nevertheless, she continued staring into the receptacle and couldn't stop herself from reaching in and extracting a piece of the tissue between her finger and thumb. Now, she didn't need a PhD in forensic science to ascertain the nature of his cold. She discarded the hardened paper but grudgingly found herself impressed by the resilience of his battle-scarred organ. Far from being disgusted, she felt a sense of taboo, forbidden excitement as butterflies danced mischievously in her lower abdomen.
It occurred to her what he may have been so avidly looking at late at night. She turned back to the laptop and nervously clicked on the play button. What she had initially dismissed as laughter had now morphed into a woman in the throes of ecstasy. She wanted to press the stop key but was inexorably drawn to what appeared to be chains securing the woman to a bed and a much younger man vigorously thrusting a dildo inside her. Another youth was watching and masturbating furiously over the woman's breasts. Sarah pressed the pause button with a trembling hand and stood motionless while she endeavoured to comprehend what she'd just seen.
It transpired that Jamie had gone out that morning and forgotten to log out of his laptop. She'd decided to cover her tracks by logging out for him. After all, he'd never consciously have left that sort of evidence available to be pored over by her or anyone else. She moved the mouse back to the screen and navigated to the log-out pull-down menu, as she did so, his browsing history popped into view. What she found took her breath away. He must have been looking at hundreds of porn sites.
With Jamie out of the house and Mike at work, Sarah wasted no time investigating the boy's browsing history. She wasn't surprised to find a comprehensive trail of sites visited but was astounded by the diversity of his apparent tastes and preferences. In addition to what she thought was the conventional heterosexual fare, nasty female humiliation flicks and the girl-on-girl genre, it appeared that Jamie wasn't averse to watching a not insignificant amount of homoerotic material.
Much to her own surprise and with no small amount of prurient guilt, she was aware of her pulse starting to increase. She returned to the lesbian selection and was transfixed by what she saw. She'd hardly ever seen porn and, even if she had done, would never have imagined anything other than boy/girl interaction. It simply wasn't on her radar. But, now, here she was breathing heavily, devouring the scene playing out before her. Her hand instinctively disappeared beneath her skirt and sought out the source of the fire burning between her thighs.
She parted her legs and pulled aside the sheer material of her underwear. Her desire was intensified by the scent of her own lust as she gently guided a finger teasingly along her, by now, well-lubricated labia until it came to rest on her enflamed clitoris rising like a volcano above the clouds. Before her, the two women were lost in their own craving as the more dominant one buried her head between the legs of her younger, more voluptuous blond partner. Her tongue skilfully navigated the contours of the passive woman's vulva.
With one hand pulling her knickers aside, Sarah's other hand impatiently kneaded her own wet pussy until she was rewarded with a convulsing climax that strained every nerve in her lower pelvis and left her spasming involuntarily for minutes afterwards until the vaginal contractions had dissipated. She had rarely, if ever, experienced orgasms that intense!
Conscious of the time, she slid the mouse back to the log-out tab, executed the shutdown procedure and, determined to combat the distraction, busied herself with the remaining chores.
In the days that followed the discovery of the nature of Jamie's evening viewing and subsequent nocturnal pursuits, Sarah tried to act as normal as possible in the boy's company. His father would have been horrified to learn of his son's predilection for watching hard-core sadistic sex. Yes, Jamie had developed physically over the last year, but he was still just a teenager.
She, by contrast, was a feminist by conviction and the thought of his jerking off to women being humiliated and dominated both angered her and, yet paradoxically, aroused her. She promised herself to teach the little bastard a lesson.
He would understand that the male of the species was, in many respects, a slave to his penis. She conjectured that they had evolved little in that respect over the course of the preceding millennia. Modern men merely feigned understanding and paid lip service to the notion of gender equality. The irony that she was a housewife attending to domestic duties wasn't lost on her either. This made her even more determined to make sure that he would grow into a man who would indulge a woman's needs......when she wanted it and not the other way around.
Despite the appearance of normality, and in light of what she'd found, Sarah couldn't help sensing that Jamie had been looking upon her in an altogether more carnal light. No, it was more than a notion or a fanciful perception. She had noticed him staring at her breasts on several occasions and, surreptitiously, enjoyed the effect she knew she was having on him.
At almost 44, Sarah considered that she still had a good physique. Not having had children herself meant her breasts were still firm and, she had to concede, alluring. She rarely received that affirmation from Mike so this was a somewhat novel experience. Jamie may be obnoxious and indifferent towards her, but her femininity was driving him to distraction. She was beginning to enjoy this feeling of empowerment! She resolved to exploit the situation and was already hatching the beginnings of a plan.
Mike was due to depart on a golfing weekend shortly and she would use the opportunity to give his son some timely guidance and corrective education.
In the days preceding the golf trip, Sarah had taken to wearing clothing that was more revealing than her usual jeans and T-shirt attire. She chose to occasionally go braless in tight-fitting blouses, she subtly applied her makeup in a way that augmented her femininity whilst, at the same time, not making her appear overtly flirtatious. She sometimes wore heels to compliment her shapely legs.
Mike was predictably oblivious to these changes...but not his son. Sarah pretended not to notice Jamie studiously trying to avert his gaze from the not indiscernible sway of her unrestrained tits as she 'innocently' walked around the living room innocuously straightening the odd cushion on the sofa next to him. Nor, for that matter, that he appeared unable or unwilling to stand up for long periods when she wore the polka dot frock that was short enough to afford a tantalising glimpse of her black lacy underwear when she hooked her legs beneath her on the opposite sofa whilst faking interest in some TV show they had settled down to watch.
She found Jamie's helplessness exhilarating almost to the point of intoxication. As the evening progressed, she gently stroked Mike's knee as he sat beside her, careful to ensure that Jamie was able to see this 'natural' show of affection that, no doubt, played havoc with his imagination. To her surprise, she sensed her husband's arousal too as he reciprocated her touch.
Conscious of his son's presence, he was mindful not to go too far, instead indicating that he was tired and suggested they have an early night since he was due to leave on his trip early the next day and needed to be awake for the long drive. Sarah thought this a good idea and, as they both rose to go upstairs, discretely parted her legs to give Jamie a clear view of her knickers. As she left, she dared to give him a coquettish grin-a tacit suggestion of what they would be enjoying soon only a few feet from his bed.
Once in their bedroom, Sarah stripped off and stepped into the shower. She languished under the powerful hot flow occasionally directing a jet between her legs. She enjoyed the soothing effect of the body oil she applied liberally to her skin. She dried off and joined Mike in bed.
Mike, for his part, was now fully erect, locked and loaded, hot to trot.
He teasingly flicked a hand across her erect nipples and, taking in the aroma of her bath oils, affectionately nibbled her ear lobe the way he knew would drive her mad. She responded by gently dragging her fingernails down his chest towards his pubic region deliberately avoiding the tip of his swollen cock. She could feel his precum smearing his lower abdomen and was, by now, desperate to have him deep inside her.
Suddenly, they were aware of Jamie's bedroom door opening and closing. He was going to bed, but despite this proximity to his son being a handbrake, Mike became even more aroused. Sarah, perceiving his neediness and realising that this must have been turning him all evening just as it did her, mounted him and allowed his prick to slide into her hot sex. She gently rose up and down on her knees thinking about Jamie next door wanking furiously. She was on fire as she lost any inhibitions about being overheard.
Suddenly and demonstrably, Sarah pulled Mike out of her and, in one quick movement, lay on her back with her legs as far apart as she could and demanded that she be fucked. Mike enthusiastically obliged and thrust himself into her with an animal passion she'd never known he possessed. The bed was slamming against the wall, but neither of them seemed to care. The more the bed struck the wall, the louder their moans became until she suddenly felt him spasm deep inside.
She knew from experience that he was finished, a spent force incapable of satisfying her and would soon clamber off of her and be sound asleep. Sure enough, he didn't disappoint. He apologised guiltily and gave her a gentle kiss before drifting off into post-coital oblivion.
She lay still beside him in the dark trying not to feel the obvious resentment that her unfulfilled sexual desire was breeding. She let her hand move down to her aching vagina and felt her husband's hot seed mixing with her copious lubrication. She reached across into her bedside cabinet and picked out her glass dildo. It felt cold, smooth and large enough to fill that yearning void. She wondered if Jamie was asleep yet or if he was still thinking about the agonising torment they had subjected him to. Her climax was both powerful and instantaneous.
The next morning, Sarah and Mike rose early before he set off on his boys' jolly. They hadn't spoken about last night and had gone about business as usual. She was pleased about this and was, for once, thankful for Mike's avoidant behaviour especially when it came to matters of sexuality. Nevertheless, she was surprised by his reaction in bed and, in particular, by his lack of inhibition at that moment. He hadn't been drinking or taking any illicit substances that she could ascertain.
Was there something that Mike had always hidden from her? Did he secretly harbour fantasies that he played out in his mind when he masturbated? Did he actually masturbate at all? She never asked and he never told. Whatever his tastes were, he certainly didn't discuss this with her. Mike evidently had a side to him that she'd never imagined or been privy to. Far from disturbing her, however, she found it a turn-on and would surely plant the seeds for further exploration at some point...perhaps.
As she sat alone in the kitchen sipping her freshly filtered coffee, she thought back to the events of the previous evening. The initial embarrassment she felt upon waking was dissipating, being displaced by a guilt-free sense of mischievousness that seemed to embolden her. She contemplated her next move.
She went back upstairs, showered and donned a pair of tight black leggings that accentuated the curve of her buttocks. She pulled on a loose V-necked sweater, pulled her hair back in a ponytail, applied light makeup and added a squirt of the expensive perfume Mike had given her on their anniversary. She regarded herself in the mirror and, pleased with the look, went to Jamie's door and, without knocking, opened it and went inside.
The curtains in Jamie's bedroom were half drawn giving just enough light to see that he was fast asleep. She stared down at him. He was wearing a sleeveless T-shirt giving her a view of his well-toned biceps. A sheet covered the lower part of his body, but not enough to conceal an early morning erection that took her breath away. She didn't need to see it to know it was circumcised and huge. She felt her pulse racing and her fingers trembling. Oh, God, what if he woke up and saw her? She needed to back out, but she was inextricably drawn to his crotch.
