Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.
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I really enjoyed my shower. You know, sometimes, you just stand there under the water, the temperature is just right, the pressure of the droplets is just right and all in all, you have a wonderful sensation. I guess I stayed in there just a little too long, but I was just enjoying and wanted the moment to last, but it couldn't. I had cleaning to do. As I turned off the water and turned around, I caught a brief glimpse of Jack in the mirror. I hadn't pulled the door to quite properly and there was a gap, and in that gap I saw Jack's face. Just for a moment, but it was there.
Had he been watching me? I didn't know. Had he been there long? I didn't know. Nothing I could do about it now, if he wanted to waste his time and stand and watch his mum taking a shower, well good luck to him, I was just taking a shower, nothing else, no touching myself, no self-pleasuring, just literally standing under the shower. I go out of the shower and grabbed my towel and started patting myself dry. I ignored the door, let Jack think he had gotten a sneaky one, and his mum didn't know. The problem with the door is that if you shut it properly, you can't easily get it open again, it has swelled and now just sticks, so we just leave it almost shut.
One of the key skills of parenting is knowing things that they don't know you know. I wrapped myself in the towel, rinsed out the shower and shower walls and headed into my bedroom. A final dry and I threw on a simple strappy dress. It would do whilst I did the cleaning. First I stripped my bed and took the covers down and put in the washing machine and dropped in a washing sheet and got that going.
Next, put the clean covers on the bed, putting the cover on the quilt was always a challenge, but it was done, this week I had the plain white covers, always made the bedroom look so clean. Next I emptied and cleaned the robot vac that did the upstairs. Finally I opened the windows to let the air flow through, leaving the bedroom and bathroom doors wide open.
Downstairs again, I opened the lounge and kitchen windows to let the air flow, cleaned and emptied the downstairs robot vac, and then took a duster and some spray on disinfectant and went around all the skirting boards and window frames and sills. Time for a coffee.
Beans into the grinder, into the machine and press. Coffee, add a splash of milk and off to the lounge to sit down and savour. I sat on the sofa, put the coffee besides me and I relaxed, legs a little apart, arms on the seats at either side and I let out a big breath of air and closed my eyes.
"Hi Mum," Jack said as he sat in the single chair opposite me.
I lazily waved a hand at him and half opened an eye. He was wearing a T shirt and boxers. Okay. Thing is, I could see his dick in the left leg of his boxers. Should I say anything? No, I decided not, and then I remembered that I was only wearing a dress, nothing else, so, if he looked, he would get an eyeful of his mum. Of course he was going to look. I brought my knees together to hide his view, reached over and picked up my coffee. I may have sighed a contented sigh as I took a sip. Delicious.
Of course, when I moved to pick up my coffee, my knees parted again and it was a few minutes before I realised. Closed my knees again. I sat there staring into space just sipping my coffee, Jack was doing something on his phone. I wouldn't put it past him to be taking sneaky photos up my dress. I looked back between his legs, I was as guilty as him I supposed, and realised his dick was now tenting his boxers, he had a stiffy. Oh my. I guess that pretty much confirmed that he had been looking up my dress.
"Toad in the hole for tea," I said, "so don't have a heavy lunch."
"Okay mum, no worries, probably just have a protein shake."
I nearly snorted at the totally inappropriate thing that came into my mind when he said protein shake and my vision of his dick in my mouth. I turned away and looked through the windows, the sky was blue, I decided I may lay in the garden. Having finished my coffee, I got up and went upstairs and took my dress off. I found my tanning bikini, yellow and very micro, it basically covered my nipples and my valley and that was about it. Not something to wear in public.
I grabbed a towel and was about to head downstairs when I heard a sound from Jacks room. His door was partially open, and I could see him in the reflection in the mirror on the wall. He was laying on the bed with his boxers just hanging off his left ankle. His hand was working his dick, almost furiously pushing his foreskin down and then back up, his glans appearing and disappearing like a jack in the box on repeat.
I stood and watched for a few moments, toyed with offering to give him a hand, but my sensibilities took over and I chided myself for even contemplating such a rash act. I turned away and headed downstairs and out into the garden. Our garden was nicely secluded and private, one of the benefits of living at the end where the houses formed a circle around the turnaround. The houses either side were angled away from us, and so without a mirror on a stick, we couldn't easily be seen.
I set up the sun lounger, laid my towel on it and lay front down, squashing my boobs and exposing my back to the tanning rays of the sun. I was dozing when I heard Jack come out.
"Hi mum," he said and sat in a chair behind me.
"Hi baby," I answered and then just closed my eyes, ignoring the world. I had my feet at each side of the lounger, maximising the tan up my legs and thighs. My bikini bottoms had a string at the rear nestled in the cheeks of my bottom, joining a very small triangle of cotton fabric just in my crotch. Maximum tan, decency maintained, depending of course, on your definition of decency. It met mine, it covered up my fanny, the end.
I decided my back was cooked enough and turned over, rearranging the miniscule triangles to ensure I was covered up. Let's be honest, no one wants sun burned nipples. I tipped up the back rest so that I was in a semi sitting position, my feet flat on the grass either side of the lounger, my arms dangling down but not quite reaching the grass. I had my eyes half closed. Jack was wearing a T shirt and still in his boxers.
I may have dozed off, I wasn't sure, but time passed. I half opened my eyes and looking across at Jack I saw that he had another stiff one, his dick actually poking out of the pee vent. Oh the firmness of the young. I couldn't see if he was awake or asleep, his eyes were covered with his mirror finish sunglasses.
Oh. In the reflection of his sunglasses I could see my bare fanny, the little triangle of cotton had slipped to one side. No wonder he had a bloody hard on. I lifted my legs to one side and stood up and went into the kitchen and adjusted my decorum. I was a little aroused to be honest, it seems that just the sight of my coochie coo had my son aroused, but then at twenty years old, probably every naked fanny would get him aroused.
I could see him in the garden, I watched as he tucked his hard dick back inside his boxers, and my finger reached down and I stroked myself. My goodness I was so wet down there. I pushed the cotton to one side and began to rub up and down. I kept an eye on Jack, I didn't want him to come in and catch me in flagrante delicto, and the pleasure was so high I sure as hell didn't want to stop. I pushed inside, God I was so hot and soaking, my finger back out travelled up past my petals and found my nubbin, and as I touched it, my nerves all went and my knees almost collapsed, I stumbled having to hold onto the kitchen worksurface so that I didn't fall, and my mouth released one of those naughty sighs.
"Enough woman" I said and pulled my hand away. What was the matter with me? The sight of a dick and I am like a mare in heat. And it wasn't even a dick I could use, totally out of bounds. I saw Jack stand and head in, I poured myself a glass of water, ensured my fanny was covered and stood, my bottom leaning against the dishwasher.
"Too hot for me mum," he said, and I admired his self-control at not inspecting my crotch to see if it was covered.
"Do you want some water baby?" I asked him, he shook his head.
"No ta mum, I'm just going to strip off and lay on my bed and cool down."
That was a warning to me not to go into his room unannounced, very civilised of him.
I nodded and took another drink of my water. I didn't think it was especially hot, but I had really had enough sun for one day.
"Don't forget to change your bed, I need to wash your covers, and open your window to let some air in. I bet your room pongs." I called after him.
"Okay, okay," he answered from somewhere on the stairs. I looked outside and decided I could do more time in the sun, and I would strip for it as I was going to be alone.
Outside I sat on the edge of the sun lounger and folded the towel and put it at the side, I could use it to cover myself up if anyone came out. I undid my bikini top and placed it on the grass, and then I raised my bottom and pulled down the bikini bottoms. Naked I lay back on the sun lounger. I would give myself twenty minutes I decided, enough time to tan the secret bits, not enough time to burn them.
I was laying my eyes closed, listening to the birds in the trees, there was a train in the distance and an undertone of traffic from the roads. It was as quiet as suburbia was going to get.
I had a sudden startle, a tickle. Without realising it my right hand had strayed back to my crotch and had pressed my nubbin, and my little switch had been turned. I rubbed it gently in a circular motion, my breath turning to gasps as I began panting, my fanny muscles constricting and tightening, my nipples hardening. It was a good job the garden wasn't overlooked as I rubbed my clitoris. Deeper my gasps went, louder my sighs of pleasure. I could feel my pressures building, the electricity in my crotch growing and growing, building ready for a big release.
I began lightly pressing and releasing, pulsing my clitoris, my breath now had stopped, and my back tensed. My orgasm erupted through me, my toes curling into the grass, my right hand pressing hard on my nubbin and my back tightened as I let out a large gasp of release, and then slumped back into the lounger, my chest heaving as I sought to refill my straining lungs.
I lay back as my breathing slowly returned to normal, visions of Jocks dick filling my minds eye. I tutted at my immoral thoughts of my son, but couldn't help wondering if he had done the same in his bedroom.
After I had sat there for about ten minutes, my demeanour restored, I wrapped the towel around and went in and up to my bedroom. I sat briefly on the edge of my bed and decided I ought to take a shower, to rinse away the aromas of my moment. I stood up, and with the towel still around me I headed to the bathroom. Jack's door was partially open, a quick glance in the mirror in his room and I could see he was laying naked on his bed, just as he said he would be. Hid dick looked just as hard as it had done earlier, but I think he was snoozing.
In the bathroom I turned the shower on and stepped underneath the flow, my second of the day. I turned the shower head in my hand and aimed at my coochie and my knees almost buckled straight away, gosh I was so sensitive. I know I gasped. Goodness what was wrong with me these days?
A careful shower later and with my body all clean I stepped out of the shower and as I stood rubbing myself with the towel, I once more glimpsed Jack in the mirror as he was looking through the door gap. Perhaps I ought to look at getting the door fixed. I knew what the problem was, I just didn't have the tools to do it.
I finished drying myself and wrapped the towel around and headed back to my bedroom, Jack nowhere in sight. In my bedroom I dropped the towel and back to the door, I put my left foot on the stool and bent to trim my toenails, always easier straight after a shower. I caught a shadow movement in my mirror, was he watching me again? Goodness, that boy. I then did my right toes, gathered the clippings and dropped them in a tissue in my bin for later flushing.
Back on with a mid length sundress and downstairs to finish the dinner. The Yorkshire batter I had made earlier was rested nicely. I started frying the sausages, they took twice as long to cook as the batter, so I always half cooked them first. Assembled into a pan and into the oven. Frozen peas into a jug into the microwave and gravy in the pot on the hob. Pretty straight forward but a real tasty dinner.
"Jack, dinner," I called up the stairs and portioned the meal out, half each, gravy in a jug to be added to taste, knives and forks and two glasses of water. Perfect and so easy to do. The key was getting good sausages and I loved the Harrogate sausages, the best I could get from a supermarket, I just don't get time to go to the farm shop as often as I would like, so home delivery from the supermarket it is.
Jack ambled in and sat at the table, shorts and T shirt, decent and acceptable. We hardly spoke at dinner, no reason other than we were too busy eating. The Toad in the hole was delicious. Jack dropped his fork and bent down under the table to retrieve it. When he came up his face was red.
"Alright Jack?" I asked him.
