Preamble:
This is a story in the exhibitionism and voyeurism (E&V) genre, with a strong implied incest sub-theme. Triangular mum-son-dad E&V simmering tension.
If you are looking for wailing and caterwauling robust action by sex triathletes, this is not for you, skip along.
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Chapter 1: Son View
Chapter 2: Bedroom Banter
Chapter 3: Vent
Chapter 4: Lonely Planet
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Chapter 1
Son View
Emma, or Em for short, and her husband Ethan, are in their fifties. They have a son, Sebastian, or Seb, single, who is in his twenties. Seb lives a couple of miles from his parents.
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Ethan and Em have just finished dinner. They are in their living room, chilling, viewing an erotic movie. Though married for many years now, they are still sexually inventive and active. But, their sex is faithfully limited to within their marriage.
Em has the demeanour of the classic English rose. A healthy anemic creamy complexion. One word, lush.
A dusting of freckles on her bosom accentuating her cleavage.
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Ethan and Em are aroused by the movie scene.
Em is in a short skirt, something that she dares not wear outside of her home. Ethan likes to see her in it though. He is a visual animal. She obliges Ethan on evenings like this.
They have been petting for awhile. Ethan wants Em to straddle him. He is so hard. He unzips his pants.
"No, don't undress. I like you in your coquettish short skirt. Just take off your panty."
Em writhes out of her panty. She is pantyless. Commando. It is a strange feeling. This is only the second time in her life she is pantyless under a dress.
Her mind drifts back to a time during her teens. She went out one day without wearing a panty because she was out of clean panties. So she wore a long skirt that ran way past her knees. Nobody could discern that she was pantyless. No one saw anything. Nobody was the wiser. But still, Em felt ashamed the whole time. Why was that? Was it because all "good" girls wore panties?
Shame versus guilt. Shame, in contrast to guilt, is social. Shame cuts right to the core of our being. Even when no other people are involved other than oneself.
Observing a ponderous Em, "Honey, a penny for your thoughts. What are you thinking?"
"Oh, nothing..."
Em hikes up her skirt. Not that there is much to hike up. It is already very short. The hemline is already above past her crotch.
Ethan murmurs, "No, don't hike your hemline too far up. Just up to your fanny."
"Hmmm... kinky sod. Here, get your jollies!"
Em hovers over Ethan's thighs. She cannot help but mess with him a little. She clutches at his erection. A pearly drop of excitement emerges. His sac tightens up. She enjoys teasing him. In teasing him, she is teasing herself too. But, she had better stop or things may end abruptly just now.
She runs his mushroom head ridge between her outer and inner lips, like a choo choo train shunting on track. Back and forth. Back and forth. Ethan's cockhead is sensitive. Em's lips too.
She guides Ethan through her folds of petals. She sits down on him. Her full weight bearing on him. She feels his male length grazing her folds. He fills the void that has been building up in her in the last five minutes.
Begging, "Kiss me."
He kisses her until she cannot breathe. He holds her skin to skin.
She is ready to move on him. She wants to move on him. But, he urges her to stay locked in the embrace with their arms around each other, her breasts pressed to his chest. Savour the moment. Feel the connection. Relish her lush weight on him just a little while longer.
Finally, he puts his hands under her and urges her to move.
She rises and falls on his shaft, spearing herself on his stiffness. She is soaked.
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The door bell chimes.
"Oh shit, who might that be?"
Instinctively, Em disengages from Ethan as if she has been caught out. Some impulses you just can't suppress, whether you are fifteen or fifty year old. She hastily pulls her hemline down.
No time to put on her panty. She hides her panty under the sofa cushion.
Ethan zips up his pants quickly. He makes his way to the door.
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"Hi Dad!"
Seb is dropping by on his way home, after a late evening of work to say hello. Busy, busy, busy. It has been two weeks since he last dropped by. It is Friday night. Seb feels a palpable sense of liberation. Liberation from what exactly, he is unsure.
Whoa! He has never seen his mum showing so much leg. Uncharacteristic of her. He didn't know that his mother has such gorgeous lush legs. What's up?
The living room is furnished with two low sofas facing each other. Father and son sit on one. Em sits on the opposite sofa.
They start a casual conversation, catching up on news of the fortnight. While they are chatting, Ethan notices that the way Em is sitting, her legs opened a little, he can see a lot of her white creamy thighs. He thinks that Seb can see her lush legs, and probably more as he is directly in front of her. But, he doesn't know for sure.
Ethan's mind starts racing. He imagines how much can Seb see. Em is pantyless. Maybe wisps of her pubic hair? If so, do her pubes obscure her slit? Em had hastily slid off his cock. She must still be in a highly aroused state, her lips engorged. Glistening even. He knows her well enough. Are her lips puffed up above her pubic hair?
These questions pique Ethan. He doesn't really know what to think. Why is he even thinking about this at all? Em is archly conservative in her public dressing. This is such a brave new world.
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Em is feeling rather nervous. This is the first time she is pantyless in a short skirt, and an impossibly minimalist one at that. The first time in the close presence of another person other than Ethan. And this other person before her is her son, no less. Oh my god!
Knowing that she is in a vulnerable state, she keeps her thighs close together.
But in her haste earlier, she didn't have time to pull her skirt down properly to cover herself.
Em is watching Seb's face closely as they chat. She detects a sudden glazed look in his eyes as if he has seen something fleeting and alluring. He appears completely absorbed now. He is in a state of flow, shedding any semblance of self-consciousness. He is experiencing an altered perception of time and a heightened sense of reality. Everything seems more real than real.
Oh my god! Is her skirt riding so high that her pussy is showing? If not her pussy, maybe her bush? Flashes of it? To properly adjust her skirt, she will have to open and close her legs a little. Will Seb see her then? What will Ethan think? Seb may think his mum is giving him a show? What will her son think of her? Ethan may also think that she is giving their son a show. What will Ethan think? Oh my god! Is she over-thinking this? It is not her fault per se that she is in this predicament. It was Ethan who wanted her pantyless, and nobody knew Seb would show up.
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As they keep chatting, Em's legs have assumed a life of their own. They open up and close casually giving Seb a sensual view.
Seb admires his mother's legs. So luscious. A delicate expanse of creamy white. The perfect mix between curviness and length. Feminine without being overly round.
Seb wonders what it is like to feel up his mother's legs. Or better still, one hand feeling up her leg, the other hand stroking himself. She is way too sexy to be a mother, let alone his mother. He is getting way too aroused longing for his mother. He has never felt this way before. Why is mother nature playing this cruel trick on him?
Ethan sees a bulge in Seb's pants. It gets him really excited. He starts fantasising about Seb seeing his mother totally nude.
Why is he having these unfatherly thoughts? This has never happened before. But, then again, his wife has never sat pantyless across their son before. This is new unearthed ground. And like just turned over earth, there is a raw scent.
Ethan can't help it. He simply must get a better look at what Seb can see. He excuses himself to use the washroom. On his way back, he walks right behind Seb. He stands there for awhile making casual conversation before making his way back to the sofa. And what a sight it is. His wife is sitting near the edge of the sofa with her legs spread, and Seb can see her creamy thighs in her full glory. Whenever she spreads her legs a little as if to relieve her strained sinews, Seb gets a good view of her thatch before she closes her legs.
Ethan looks at his wife. She smiles at him.
"Oh heck! I left my cell phone in the washroom."
Ethan walks back to the washroom. Ethan texts Em on her cell phone.
"He is looking at your legs. I think he can even see you there."
A reply message, "Oh?"
When Ethan returns, Em smiles at him. Is it his imagination or is his wife sitting closer to the sofa edge now?
Ethan spies a long, firm lump, pressing against the cloth of Seb's pants at the groin.
This male prominence must be obvious to Em too. What is Em thinking? Indeed, what does a mother think of her son looking up her skirt sporting a straining erection? Did something happen when he was in the washroom?
Seb appears none too concerned with hiding his rising arousal from his mum, letting her see the full effect of her beauty and charms upon his senses. He is comfortable with his long lingering looks between his mother's legs. He is staring at his mum there without even looking at her face, as if he is memorising something pertinent in earnest.
At one point, Seb presses his thighs together, forcing his erection to be pushed up. As if cosmically entangled, Em casually swings her legs to each side. The hem of her skirt creeps up her lap showing her full expanse of thighs. Her feet and knees are now much farther apart.
Em feels damp between her legs. Is this from her earlier interrupted lovemaking with Ethan? Or, is it her sexual arousal of her son, while her husband is watching, that is causing it? Can they smell her piquant scent?
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Seb is mesmerised by his view. After getting over his initial surprise, he sees that the private side of his mother is quite beautiful. The hairs are trimmed and lay obediently flat. Where he expects a matted thicket, they are unexpectectedly fine.
Her outer lips form a perfect flower around her hood, which covers an obviously large nub.
He makes a subtle move as if to improve his view. His mother makes a small movement as if she is reading his mind. Now, he has a clear private view of his mother's centre. Her feminine, small, well-shaped lips are tightened into a straight line.
Seb thinks his mother's pussy is a thing of beauty. Some people would say a pussy is a pussy. He disagrees. She is very small, so neat and tucked in. Beautiful lips. Very little skin colour contrast. And again, her sparse fine pubic hair, they adorn her most intimate secret so well. Seb makes a vulgar speculation on how his mother's pussy might look if she is shorn and excited.
He looks for a long while hoping that it will not make his mother feel too uncomfortable. He imagines what it might be like to touch her there.
Em lifts her right bare leg to rest it on her left knee.
"I think I sprained my right leg at the gym this morning. No worries. Nothing serious. I'm supposed to massage it three times a day to aid the recovery."
