We were evacuated because floods were expected to inundate our suburb. We had time to move most of Tim's belongings from the unit under the house upstairs to the spare bedroom. My son Tim, now 18, has lived in the unit since my husband left 3 years ago, my hubby had it built as an office for himself, working downstairs, living upstairs. It had all the amenities and Tim loved his independence since moving down there.
We were taken to a shelter just as the floodwater began to rise in our street and remained there for several days. Slowly other family members were given permission to return home. Eventually we heard the announcement "All residents in Roland Street and Baxter Road can now safely return to their homes" As Tim and I were about to leave we were given instructions about what to expect and forms we may need to fill in for assistance and insurance claims. When we drove into our street we were met with houses that had been inundated ( most of their soft furnishings sitting out on the kerb ). Our house was a "high set" however the floodwater had reached only the second top stair, which meant the main part of the house was saved from the inundation. Tim's unit however was a mess everything covered in water and mud, the brick besser walls were ok but would be a devil of a job to clean. The electric wiring, water and toilet facilities would need to be checked out before they could be used again.
We had no time to feel remorseful or lucky, we just knew there was weeks of hard work ahead of us. I took photographs of the damage to go with the insurance claim. Arranged to have an electrician and plumber review the downstairs' unit. It was hot and humid I had my jobs to do while young Tim set to work trying to clean the unit with a high pressure hose- the power coming from upstairs. As evening fell we were very tired and Tim was filthy. He showered will I cooked us a meal We ate our meal and decided an early night was in order.
There was absolutely no room in the spare bedroom because all Tim's furniture was in there so it was decided he would sleep on the sofa. I showered, got into my nightdress and gave Tim a kiss goodnight and went to bed. I woke up after midnight to see the light in the lounge room still on, I decided to find out what was happening. There was Tim trying to get to sleep lying on the floor, the sofa obviously too small for him. I stood and looked at him and said this will take weeks you can't sleep there. "What else can I do " said Tim. "I have a king size bed that is far too big for me since your dad left, we can use that for the time being". Tim was too tired to argue and slowly trudged through to the bed room. He was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. My head was still racing with everything I needed to organise and it took a little time to settle and go to sleep.
I slowly woke around 8am to the pleasant feeling of my husband's hand on my thigh, then I realised it couldn't be, he left long since. I opened my eyes and it was Tim's hand on my thigh, he was sprawled across the bed fast asleep with his hand on my thigh. Then I did something I wouldn't have expected of myself. I raised my knee slowly and his hand gently slid towards my panty clad pussy, resting on my mound. I left it there for several minutes, then I felt guilty so I quietly got up without disturbing him and went downstairs to make breakfast. When he came down he was unaware of what happened and I thought it would be a one-off. Nothing happened for the remainder of the week however the naughtiness of what I did stayed with me. I started to wear shorter nightdresses ( mid thigh length ). Initially as I said nothing happened then on the Saturday morning I woke with his hand on my leg again. He was lying on his back next to me asleep but sporting an erection under his boxer shorts. I started to get wet, again I slowly raised my knee as I pulled the gusset of my panties to the side. When his hand slid down to my pussy there was no panties stopping his fingers touching my wet pussy. I looked over and saw the head of his cock showing through the fly of his shorts, I so wanted to touch it. He made some sounds as if about to waken. I did not want to embarrass him with his erection on view to his mother so I arose and covered him up.
I became almost consumed by my horniness but did not let Tim know what I was feeling. At night-time I wore no panties to bed. The bathroom door would be left slightly ajar pretending this is how things always were when he lived downstairs. There was a few photograph of me in my bikini ( one topless) that I left in my drawer in my bedroom. One morning I shouted through to him to find me a shoelace from my cupboard as I had broken the one in my shoe. I knew he found the pic as he took a long time to come through with the spare lace.. On tidying up later I checked the drawer and the pics had been disturbed. Nothing happened the next night so I began to up the ante. I stayed in my nightdress while I cooked breakfast then gave Tim a shout to come and eat. The breakfast table was by the back wall and the kitchen work bench by the window. I knew with the sunlight coming in he could see through my nightdress but appeared as if I was unaware. He rushed off downstairs that morning. I was horny all day and decided to try and set him up that night.
After dinner we watched some television, I told him I was a poor sleeper and had just taken a sleeping tablet so I need to go off to bed. I told him to switch everything off before he retired. I lay in bed with the light on but wearing a sleeping mask. I could see out of the bottom rim of it and when I heard him switching the television off I pulled the sheet away from my leg all the way above my hip. The sheets covered my pussy but it was obvious I had no panties on and a slight lift of the sheet would reveal my wet pussy to him. I pretended to be gently snoring when he came in. He stood looking at me and as his hand took hold of the sheet he covered me up. He was being very noble much to my frustration. I took a long time to get off to sleep.
One day after a cooling shower I came out of the bathroom with only my towel wrapped around me, using another towel to dry my hair. Tim was supposed to be downstairs but had come up to plug in an appliance. I saw him in the reflection of the mirror without him being aware I bent over to let my hair drop down to dry it, my towel rode up showing my buttocks to him I also noticed he was staring at me. I bent my knees slightly that showed off the lips of my pussy from behind pretending I didn't know he was there. Then I heard him scurry off having just seen his mothers newly shaved pussy. I think he disappeared downstairs to have some privacy to release himself. This only got me worse I would think of sex all the time and ways to make our game more interesting. I felt I had the control so I would have the choice what the next step should be. I waited until Tim was not around before I would get myself off. Even that was a temptation to let him see. I then told myself I must be disciplined and not push it too far too soon.
One night after dinner I went and had a shower and changed into my nightdress. I then sat on the sofa and read while Tim watched television as he sat on the floor. He was looking at my legs in small side glances when he thought I was busy reading. I slowly let my legs separate so he could see up my legs but not enough to see my pussy lips. I wanted to make him feel as frustrated as I was. I then inadvertently dropped my book marker onto the floor. As I bent down Tim got a good view down the top of my nightdress seeing both my nipples very clearly. I now had his full attention, he was sitting so I couldn't notice the bulge in his shorts, I knew it was there though.
I yawned and then said "I have taken my sleeping tablet so I better get off to bed". Tim said "Oh why, I was enjoying your company" "If not I will fall asleep here" I answered. I walked towards the bedroom when I crumpled down to the floor feigning I had cramp. Tim ran over to me ( I could see the bulge clearly now ) and tried to help me up. I told him I had a cramp in my calf and could he walk me through to the bed. He very gently walked me to the bedroom and lowered me on top of the mattress. I was still groaning with pain and asking him to massage it. He was rubbing my calf as I lay on the bed. I lifted my knee so he got a better grip of my calf while at the same time maintaining my modesty by holding my nightdress firmly around my leg.
Gradually I pretended I was falling asleep as my hands began to loosen their grip on my nightdress. As my arms fell by my side I could feel the nightdress slowly ride up my thigh. I wasn't sure if he could see my pussy but I then felt his hand massage even higher and my nightdress being lifted up. It was up around my waist with him looking at my naked shaven pussy glistening at him. He then left the room and crept back in, then I heard the click of his camera as he took pics of me lying there.
He did not touch my sex even although I wanted him to. Would he be sharing that pics with his mates, I was so wet
Then a couple of days later again I woke with his hand on my thigh. I looked over at him he was asleep. I lifted my nightdress and placed his hand on my wet pussy. I then closed my legs trapping his hand there before rolling over to face him. I put my hand over his body just above his pubic area and was gently and lightly snoring in his ear. I could feel him waken as I pretended to be asleep. He suddenly realised his hand was trapped between my legs and tried to keep it as still as he could so as not to waken me, I could feel his cock grow underneath my hand and he appeared to enjoy that.