After a long day at work the only things on my mind are a hot bubble bath, tea and a good sleep. Today, when I had to tell five people they are being fired, the tea will need upgrading to a vodka cranberry. Younger versions of me would have partied and danced the stress away on a Friday night but at 49 years old those days are history.
The second I walk through my front door I kick off my low heels and lay my blazer over a chair, then pour my favorite drink out. Taking a long sip I breathe deeply and release some of the stress building in my shoulders, watching myself relax in the mirrored surface of my fridge.
I have always been very critical of myself (I blame my Catholic upbringing) but even I think I don't look too bad. I could lose a few kgs, there are some wrinkles around my eyes, grey at the roots of my dyed blonde hair...
Never mind! I decide, not wanting to look at my own flaws too closely any more.
Instead I take the glass upstairs to the bathroom and fill up the bath with steaming water, sliding my skirt and blouse off. Before I take my emerald knickers and bra off I suddenly remember to close the door.
"Dangers of living alone for too long" I think out loud, locking the door. For a few years I have lived alone and become used to leaving the bathroom door wide open, but my 22 year old son Matt recently moved home from university. Selfishly I feared to lose my independence but he has grown into a young man, old enough to have his own life. Ironically I see less of him now that he lives with me than before when I had to visit him.
I strip off, letting the 38G bra drop to the floor as I step into the hot bath water, my pale skin flushing red from the heat and relaxing my stressed body. Draining the vodka cranberry I sink deeper in the bath tub and squeeze some lotion into my hands, rubbing it over my skin.
"Ah that feels nice..." I whisper with a happy sigh. My hands focus a lot on my thick thighs and hips before massaging lotion into my trimmed pubic hair. I rarely masturbate in truth but I'm quickly turning myself on, my fingers lazily tracing the outline of my clit.
With one hand I gently squeeze my inch long nipples, with the other I softly slap (like love taps) my pussy, teasing and playing with my body. My mind is running through my usual erotic fantasies and memories but none do the trick, so instead I focus all of my efforts on simply enjoying my present arousal.
I slide my hips up and down making little waves in the bath tub as I rub my pussy.
A single innocent thought flashes in my mind that says I should hurry up.
Matt will be home soon.
To my surprise and shame it is this thought that pushes me to orgasm. For the next three orgasms I only feel the shame, but I tell myself it is harmless. Lots of people enjoy the risk of being caught, no? The fact it is my son that might catch me is irrelevant.
Feeling dirty even after the long bath I step out and dry myself off, my cheeks pink, nipples still visibly hard and my pussy very puffy. I wrap a small white towel around my chest, which covers my chest and most of my smooth belly but truthfully very little of my hips and big round booty.
I don't worry about it, because Matt is not home anyway. I would have heard him open the front door.
After a quick blow dry to take the damp out of my hair I unlock the bathroom door, gather up my clothes off the tiles and walk out to my bedroom.
"Hey mom I'm---"
I almost scream in shock as I bump into Matt. The small towel slips straight down my thick body and I drop the clothes in fright. It is only for a second but his eyes go wide and scan down my body in an instant before he looks away. My curvaceous pale body. My big natural breasts and huge hard nipples. My puffy trimmed pussy.
"Oh! Shit, mom I'm so sorry" he says and covers his eyes as I blush deeply.
I frantically pick the towel and clothes back up and press them against my front, spin around and rush away to my bedroom without saying a single word.
"I didn't mean to---" he calls after me embarrassed and accidentally glimpses my big shiny booty jiggle as I run the few metres to my bedroom.
I slam the door shut and almost collapse to the carpet so embarrassed I could cry. Maybe as a strange reaction to my humiliation I feel my arousal building again but I think it is simply a rush of emotions all at once.
I'm sat with my back against my bedroom door when I hear his foot steps just outside.
