I was 19 when I got married, and stayed that way for the next 18 years until my husband Bill had a sudden, unexpected heart attack and passed away. I guess it was a happy, if not altogether an exciting or adventurous marriage, but perhaps that was due in part to the fact that I fell pregnant very early with my son Jason, and by the time the concentration on raising him had eased, we'd fallen into a pattern of loving almost at a distance. Bill concentrated more and more on his work, and when Jason was old enough for School, I took up a career too, so we just sort of lived together in comfortable peace.
Oh, there were the few odd occasions when I really felt like I wanted to break out and do something daring, usually when I met up with my old School friends and heard of some of their wild sexual adventures, and once, when I'd had a few too many to drink at a party, I did get into a rather overheated kissing session, with one of Bill's work colleagues. It took me weeks to get over the guilt of having enjoyed feeling another man's hands on parts of my body that only Bill had touched, and even longer to stop wishing that someone hadn't come along and interrupted!
When Bill died I was in shock for quite a long while, but I was able to use my work to help me over it, and Jason by then was sufficiently grown up that I didn't have to worry too much about how he was dealing with it. He was 17 at the time and immersed in all the sorts of activities that boys of that age are involved in, sport and girls, girls and sport - or at least that's the way it seemed. But he was very caring and considerate about my welfare, and after a while began dropping hints that I was too young to simply shrivel up now Bill was gone, and that I ought to go out and find myself another man, but nothing was further from my mind, still it did give me a huge boost in confidence when I had to go to official work functions and he used to give me the wolf whistle and tell me how gorgeous and sexy I looked and how all the men where going to be drooling over me all night long. Well a couple did. But they were well known around the office as predators, so I gave then a wide birth.
So now it was 3 years later, and I was 40 years old and Jason a rather strapping college student of 20, still living at home and still giving me the occasional wolf whistle, which I appreciated, but didn't place too much importance on. Then I was asked to go and represent the firm at a three day conference out of town, and Jason was effusive in his encouragement that I should go. So I did, only to find after driving for six hours to the venue, that the conference had been cancelled at the last moment and rescheduled for the following month. It was a long and frustrating drive home, and I'd been unable to reach Jason on the phone to let him know that I was returning, so I wasn't all that surprised when I drove into the garage to find the house seemingly deserted.
I walked in and dropped my case by the kitchen door and walked across to put the kettle on for a coffee, when I heard a strange moaning sound from the other end of the house. Curious rather than scared, I wandered down the corridor, the thick carpet completely muffling my steps, and I realized the sound was coming from the partially open door of Jason's room. Thinking that he may have rushed out and forgotten to turn off his radio or TV, I was about to push his door open completely, when I stopped dead in shock. Standing where I was, I could see clearly into the room and into the mirror on the wall, and neatly framed in that mirror was one decidedly naked son, kneeling on his bed behind an equally naked female, sliding his cock rapidly in and out of her.
The girl was half turned away, so I had no idea who it was. I only knew that I shouldn't be there seeing this, and my shocked mind immediately ordered my feet to carry me as far away as possible as quietly as possible so they wouldn't know I had been there and seen anything. But my feet refused to move! and worse still, my eyes refused to move too! I found myself staring fixedly at the mirror and the action it revealed, watching my son's cock, glistening with juices sliding forward and backward as the female shuddered and shook and moaned. I realized that she had quite a stunning body, trim and taut, with magnificent firm breasts that Jason would lean forward and cup and fondle every now and again before straightening and taking hold of her hips and powering his cock into her. It was the hottest, most erotic thing I had ever seen, and I could feel an amazing fire building up inside my own body.
Without even realizing it, one of my hands came up and started to play with my breasts, and the other slipped beneath my short skirt and started to stroke my very wet pussy through my pants. I knew it was crazy, but I couldn't seem to stop, I was watching my son have sex and I was masturbating right along with him, staring at his gorgeous cock plunging in and out and wishing it was plunging in and out of me. That realization was a huge shock, and there was another one to come. The female finally twisted around slightly and flung her head in the air, causing her hair to fly clear of her face and I gasped. Although her eyes were closed and there was a wild, abandoned, expression on her face and she was murmuring encouragement, urging Jason to "Fuck me hard and deep. Make me cum Jason, oh yes fill me up with your juices", there was now no doubt who she was!
She was my next door neighbor Anne, my happily married next door neighbor Anne, my deeply religious happily married next door neighbor Anne! and I couldn't believe it. She was bucking and heaving and shuddering and shaking and calling out louder and louder, urging Jason on, and it was clear she was close to cumming, and loving every minute of it! then I glanced up, and found myself eye to eye with my son, staring intently at each other through the mirror, both totally conscious of the other's presence. Perhaps it had been the gasp I let out when I realized it was Anne, that had drawn his attention, but he was now staring straight at me, not in shock, but with a huge grin on his face. As he realized I was now aware that he had seen me the grin became even wider, and quite deliberately he let his eyes wander down over me, stopping at the hand that was still stroking my breasts, then moving on to the hand that was lodged beneath my skirt playing with my pussy.
I froze for a moment, but then his eyes came back to mine and he ran his tongue over his lips from one side to the other and back, in an exaggerated movement of someone anticipating a glorious feast, and I shuddered. Then, in time with his cock stroking into Anne's demanding pussy, his tongue began to flick at me through the mirror, telling me silently that he was fucking me too, and the fire seemed to explode inside me. Then he was mouthing words silently, and at first I didn't understand, then he repeated them, and they impacted on me like a grenade! "I want to see you" he was saying over and over again until he was sure I understood, then his eyes dropped deliberately to my hand beneath my skirt. It was like I was on remote control, he was giving the instructions and I was carrying them out, because my hand dropped from my breasts and lifted my short skirt waist high, and my other hand tugged the material of my panties aside, revealing to his eyes, my red and swollen and very, very wet pussy lips, and his eyes widened along with his smile and he licked his lips again.
This was totally crazy, but I didn't seem to care. I was more aroused that I had ever been in my life, then Anne let out a wild scream and started to heave and shudder, and Jason's attention snapped back to her as he rammed his cock harder and faster into her, and the spell was broken, the remote control was broken, and with a cry that was totally lost in Anne's very loud orgasm I reeled away and staggered off down the corridor, pushing almost blindly into my bedroom. Feelings of shame and anger and all sorts of other emotions were running through me as I sank to the bed, lifted my hands to my face and began to cry. But even that was not to be, the smell of sex on my hands from my overheated pussy was almost overpowering, so I quickly tore off my clothes and dashed into the shower and ran the hottest water I could stand, followed by the coldest I could stand, wishing and willing all the thoughts and feelings away, until I was finally drained emotionally and physically. Tying the towel around me I slowly walked back into my bedroom and slumped onto the bed, burying my face in the pillow, trying without much success to erase the visions and the feelings that I'd recently experienced.
