***All characters depicted herein are of age, 18 years old at least, and all activity portrayed is consensual. Enjoy!***
Lucy, 41, was not looking forward to her husband, George, 45, being away for work over the next week, and her daughter, Frankie, 19, was staying over with a friend for a few days, so far as she knew and was told, meaning she would be at home with her son, Craig, 18. The reason she doesn't like to be away from her husband for so long is because of her high sex drive, which is usually managed nightly by her husband. During such times when they are parted, she has means of alleviating any arising urges, but they never satisfy like her mammoth of a man, so big and so strong, and, of course, cheating would never cross her mind. Such matters should be dealt with together.
When showering that evening, with the bathroom door left ajar as usual, Lucy feels like she's being watched, looks around, but doesn't see anything suspicious. She does know, though, that her son does like a look when she's showering and changing, but doesn't ultimately mind, realising the desires of a young man, and it's harmless after all to look, especially with all the filth on the internet. Obviously, the bathroom door could easily be closed and locked if it was a bother.
After her shower, Lucy does return the favour of her son's peeking by looking into his room on her way past to the master bedroom, and, as she usually expects to see, he is looking on the internet at the aforementioned filth; that filth being step-mother step-son porn videos. As for the feeling of being watched, he is oblivious to Lucy's looking, being so preoccupied with his blind obsession.
Lucy goes back to her room and goes to change into her pyjamas, but her eyes settle on some beautiful lingerie, and considers dressing up, but, with no one around to enjoy it, it would be a waste. So, it's on with the pyjamas, and getting ready to settle in to bed with some work on her laptop to check over for the next day, and then some light browsing and, finally, sleep. A reasonable agenda to get well rested.
Calling from the comfort of her bed with her laptop on her lap, Lucy shouts, "Good night, Craig," as she usually would do.
She hears the muffled response come through the walls, "Good night, Mom," then silence, but knowing he will be up for a while yet. Still, formalities out of the way, time to prepare for tomorrow's work.
Lucy checks through everything she needs to and makes sure what she needs doing is done and prepared, so, it's time for fun? That would be nice, however, she notices it's later than she expected by working longer than intended, so, it's straight to bed for this girl. Let's settle in and get to sleep.
Eyes closed, tossing and turning, snuggling into the soft bed clothes, turning over the pillow to the nice, cold side, but after what feels like hours, Lucy is far from ready to go to sleep. She opens her eyes to find the alarm clock and sees that not even ten minutes has passed since she put down her laptop and turned in for the night. We can't be doing this all night, can we? All restless despite her best efforts.
To make matters worse, Lucy was starting to feel horny. Without the passionate embrace of her husband, the only way to satiate herself is to use one of her means, that being, a vibrator. With a reach into the bedside drawer, she digs her hand in and finds it, and pulls it out; a meaty, thick piece of plastic and silicone specially produced in a factory for all your... needs...
