Mommy I Need, Want & Love You, #1
Trying to continually see her without her clothes, Jimmy continually spied on his mother, Elizabeth.
Making it appear unintentional, but definitely deliberate, sometimes, when I readied myself for bed at night and undressed or dressed to go out in the morning, Jimmy opened my bedroom door without knocking. He used the pretense of having something important to tell me. Embarrassed at first, I covered my nakedness with my hand and my forearms. Then, realizing that he was trying to intentionally see me without my clothes, his juvenile antics amused me as much as it sexually aroused me.
'My son is horny for his mother,' I thought with a laugh. 'How about that? I still have my sexual appeal even at 41-years-old.'
I listened to his excuse while continuing undressing or dressing.
"Mom, I forgot to tell you something. Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were changing," he said, covering his eyes with his flayed fingers while staring at all that he could see of me.
Embarrassed that he was seeing me in my bra and panties, topless, and even naked, surprisingly, an unexpected pleasure, his voyeurism made me horny. Then, later that evening when alone and lonely with my bad self, I thought of all that my son saw of my semi-naked and naked body. I masturbated to him having seen all that he shouldn't have seen of me. I wondered if he was masturbating over me in the way that I masturbated over him.
F F F
Like a deer caught in headlights, as if he was hypnotized by seeing something of me that he shouldn't have seen, he'd stand in my bedroom doorway mesmerized while staring at my nakedness. Surprised by his sudden appearance, never hearing him coming and always catching me off guard, too slow to cover up, he barged into my bedroom. Yet, not wanting to scold him, I tried to be the patient, perfect parent, and the understanding mother.
As young men typically do, especially with their mothers and especially with him not having a father, not wanting him to clam up and not talk to me, I didn't want to discourage his enthusiasm for sharing his thoughts with me. Nor did I want to make him feel that sex was dirty or forbidden by showing the embarrassing shame that I suddenly felt when he saw me in my underwear, topless, or naked. Matter of fact, I encouraged him to talk to me any time, only, for his benefit, he used that a bit too literally.
Rushing into my bedroom, he opened my door in a hurry without warning and without the courtesy of a knock. Even though I always reinforced how important it was for him to knock first before opening my bedroom door, he seldom did. Combined with his horniness and overwhelming sexual drive, it was as if he had hoped to see something of me that he shouldn't see.
"You need to knock first, Jimmy, before entering a room that has a closed door. Give me a minute to finish dressing. I'll be right out to listen to whatever you have to say," I said while covering my naked breasts with my forearm and my naked pussy with my hand.
Probably hoping to see more than he did, taking my time dressing and undressing, brushing my hair, walking around my room to gather my clothes, he usually caught me in my bra and panty. Yet, there were a few times he caught me with my nightgown over my head either taking it off in the morning or putting it on at night. Those were the times, too many times to count that he saw me topless or saw me naked as if saw me naked this morning.
I remember thinking that he was excited to talk to me and that it was an accident that he forgot to knock. I fooled myself into thinking that he didn't see much. I kidded myself into thinking that he wasn't sexually attracted to me. Only, he saw everything that he shouldn't have seen of my naked body. Judging him by his looks and his stares, he was, indeed, sexually attracted to me.
Jimmy saw my naked ass. My son saw my naked breasts. He saw my naked pussy. He saw me naked. No doubt, I'll be masturbating myself again tonight over him seeing me again without my clothes.
Yet, thinking about it now, he must have seen me naked more than a few times. Then, there were all those times that he barged in the bathroom and flung open the bathroom door on the pretense that he had to pee really badly. Since we only had the one bathroom, I didn't think anything of it.
If you have to go, you have to go. Yet, and again, even though I asked him to knock first before opening the bathroom door, he said that he had. He said that I didn't hear him knock with the overhead, bathroom exhaust fan, the shower water, and my radio.
"You probably didn't hear me knock over the shower, the exhaust fan, and the radio, Mom. Sorry," he said.
I naively accepted that as a viable and innocent explanation.
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With my radio playing in the background, the exhaust fan adding static noise, and my head under the water while washing my hair, indeed, I never heard him knock. For all that I know, with my eyes closed while shampooing my hair, he could have been standing in the bathroom peeping at me through the shower curtain that never closed all the way for all that I knew. He may have been watching me wash my naked breasts, my naked ass, and my naked pussy. I was as angered that Jimmy invaded my privacy as I was sexually aroused that he saw me without my clothes again.
Yet, he was my son and I loved him. I trusted him not to purposely violate my privacy by spying on me, even though that was exactly what he had done and had been doing by trying to catch me without my clothes. As if he was on an incestuous mission, he seemed intent on seeing me in my sexy lingerie, topless, and naked.
