Ahhh, there is nothing like a relaxing bath in a soaker tub, filled with hot water and a soapy froth. My tablet is in one hand, and a curvy, slender sex toy is entering my pussy and parting the wet folds of my labia.
As I peruse the erotic novel, a story of the shy woman seduced by the gallant, well-built gentleman, I guide the cock-like instrument in a circular fashion over my engorged clitoris. I imagine how it would feel to have a man's thick cock penetrate me once more. I place the tablet aside and use my other hand to assist the toy in my self pleasure, for no real man has cared to enter me in months. He is at work, which is best, since we've wandered apart over time, and I doubt he would be interested in fucking me, if he were here to watch me take care of my own needs.
Only my knees and head remain above the water line, my neck presses into the curvature of the tub. While my right hand encourages blood flow to my clit, the left pushes the phallus as deep inside as my fingertips will allow. My ministrations bring me closer to an inevitable climax, when I notice light changing at the keyhole of the old oak bathroom door.
Clearly, someone is on the other side, blocking the light from the hallway. It can't be Earl, my husband, as his shift doesn't end until eleven o'clock tonight, long after my bath and subsequently falling asleep.
It can only be Kevin, our youngest. His sister, Donna, long since married, is living halfway across the country. Kevin's bedroom is at the other end of the hall, but the shifting light tells me he is stood at the door. I peer at the bottom of the door, where the twin shadows indicate legs on the other side. Or, is it the shadow of his knees? Is my son kneeling at the door, peeking in at his mother playing with herself in the bathtub, through the narrow opening whose obsolete skeleton key has been replaced with a sliding bolt.
The thought of my curly-haired, eighteen year old son wanting a glimpse of his fifty-five year old mother's naked body, suddenly has me plunging the rubbery rod deep inside me again. My mind wanders to the thought of my grown boy playing with his cock, and so I extend my legs so my feet rest on top of the tub, and I splay them wide. There is nothing for him to see right now, but for wriggling toes, and facial gestures giving indications of how satisfied my own fingers can make me feel.
I begin to picture what he looks like on the other side of the door. It's been years since I've seen him naked, so I imagine it will be hard and circumcised. His father is uncut - one if the few men I have dated who was. Having to send my husband to the washroom to clean himself better so I would not be disgusted by his unclean odor, meant that when my boy was born, I would insist on ridding his future partners of that problem.
What I can't know is if Kevin bears a long, sleek cock, or better, one that is both long and as thick as a soda can. These filthy thoughts only cause me to plunge my dildo more forcefully inside me, while my other hand tends to the sensitive bud at the apex of my vagina.
I've always been drawn to the powerful looking spearhead of a cut cock, and I picture my son with an erection much larger than that of his father - which shouldn't be difficult given the breakfast sausage in his Dad's pants.
I can't help but to tease the young voyeur, so I draw the silicone cock from within my vagina and bring it to my mouth. Two licks of the rounded tip and then I slip it between my lips as if the gentleman in my story offered his cock to me to suck on like a dirty whore.
I taste my own scent on it while I move the cock in and out, my lips pursed tightly around its circumference. My left hand works my clit hard, while the right hand pushes the rounded tip of the toy well past my uvula and into my gullet, showing off a skill once appreciated by the man I married.
That dirty act for my son is more than enough to rev me up enough to finish myself off. I draw it from my mouth and plunge its fullness back inside my slippery pussy, still thumbing my clit with the other hand. I crane my neck back as my body quickly begins the throes of an intense orgasm. My toes curl at the onset of a climax. A few quick thrusts make a splashing sound, and my moans fill the room while my pussy spasms my orgasmic release.
I lay back as the warmth settles around me. All the tension now gone, I open my eyes to the same shadows beyond the door. Apparently my moans aren't enough for the horny teenager. He must be waiting for me to get out, but how can the sight of my sagging D cups and furry blonde triangle be something he wants to see?
I decide to let him see it all, and stand up in the sudsy bath, pulling the towel off the rack and wiping off each arm, then my face and neck. I'm well aware that my heavy boobs are on display, my pink, pencil eraser nipples point nearly straight out, and I check the door once more. Light cascades in for a moment, as perhaps he dodged the possibility of me looking right back at him theough the keyhole.
I step from the tub and turn away from the door, not sure if my full, wide hips would do anything to excite him. Normally, I would sit on the edge of the bathtub and dry off my legs and feet, but today I decide to bend from the waist and dry my ankles and calves. I feel my arousal increase, knowing my horny son has a full view of the crevice of my ass and hairy pussy lips between my pale, meaty thighs.
I linger more than necessary, giving him something to remember. As I stand, I wipe the fronts and then sides of my thighs. I want to touch myself as the towel pulls each of my ass cheeks wide to rub them dry, knowing that my voyeur baby boy is sneaking peeks at me. I turn around and lift one foot to the edge of the tub, and reach to towel my foot and toes, purposely exposing my needy pussy lips to his gaze.
I draw the towel up my shin and thigh, over my belly and across the scar that was made to birth my son so many years ago. When I get to my pubes, I glance furtively at the door, seeing him still blocking light from behind.
I feel so dirty, wanting to show him my pussy, imagining my boy on his knees next to me, his young face buried in my freshly cleaned snatch. I repeat the process with the other leg, and lastly pull the towel into my vaginal cleft to wipe the leaking juices from my kitty.
Once completely dry, I reach for my bathrobe and as I do, light returns through the keyhole. He got what he wanted, yet I'm only half satisfied now, so I put my favorite toy into my robe pocket. I leave the steamy bathroom and go directly to my bedroom, closing the door behind me,
I take the toy from my robe and wet it once again with my lips, out of habit, but the extra lubrication isn't necessary. I lie down and insert it into my fully soaked pussy and close my eyes, imagining my son lying on top of me, pushing his teenage rod deep inside his mother. It takes no time at all before another climax riddles my body with electric jolts.
Soon I fall asleep, awakened later by Earl just after two AM, as he settles into bed for the night. No doubt, he spent the last couple of hours looking at the porn that satisfies his needs, not bothering to wake me up like he used to in our younger years.
