Sandy figures out a perfect time to shower with the door open when her son is home, she knows the last few days her son's curiosity was going to get the better of him and he was going to have to peek. She gets out and covers herself up with a towel, and walks through the apartment. Asks her son with her hair still dripping wet, wearing only a towel if he's seen her phone. She just knows that image will be burned into his brain for a long time.
But she's shocked when looking at the NetWatcher app, he doesn't seem to look at any porn that night at all. She heard the telltale signs of the bathroom flush, but no porn watching at all.
11 days to go...
Frustrated that her son didn't seem to get turned on by the sight of his mother in a towel, or possibly showering, Sandy decides to take things further. She's getting this view into his sexual fantasies, perhaps it was fair to give him some view as well. She decides to masturbate that evening and not be discreet about it. She's not going to accidentally get caught or anything, but she figures her son's already intensely curious about her, and if she doesn't lock the door, and doesn't try to be quiet, her son will understand what's happening and find it deeply arousing.
She puts some mom/son incest porn on her computer screen hoping it's loud enough for her son to hear it but not too loud and begins. Rubbing her clitoris between two fingers, trying to get her pussy wet and monitoring her breathing. Then she reaches for a vibrator, and thinks of her son. She hasn't seen his fully mature cock yet. And she wonders what it looks like. She wonders what it would feel like inside her. She wonders what it would feel like to come on top of that cock, while her son is holding her in his arms. She has an orgasm to these thoughts, the 2nd in a week to thoughts of her son. It makes her feel the right kind of dirty. She left the door slightly open and wonders if her son's outside the door right now, coming at the same time she did. She wants to know so badly, but knows she cannot check and shatter the plausible deniability they are both evoking over this relationship right now. She just wants him to realize the feelings are mutual. It's not fair that she's got this intimate look into his mind and he's clueless.
She cleans up, and has to see her son. She knows she can look at his face and one look will tell her if he saw the show. That night for dinner, John couldn't make eye contact with his mother. Every attempt she made he looked away. Finally she gave a "look at me when I'm talking to you" and she could see in his eyes, he watched. It was very intense for him, and it was very confusing, and she immediately feels shame over the entire enterprise.
That night she checks the NetWatcher app and again her son doesn't seem to look at porn. But this time she looks closer at his computer activity. She realizes he didn't look at porn but he looked at old family photos of their vacation at the beach last summer. She was wearing a swimsuit in about 10 of the photos. There were a few shots of her cleavage as well. Her son wasn't looking at porn cause he was thinking of her, fully. He's now stroking his dick to family photos! The realization is both wonderful and scary to Sandy, and she is now concerned that maybe she is pushing things too far.
