Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.
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I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...
Pauline sorted through the washing, coloureds and non coloureds. The non coloureds would go on the hotter wash and would take longer, so she would do the coloureds first, and they could go out on the line to start drying. Pauline was wearing leggings and a T-shirt, anything more would be just too warm to work in, and Pauline needed to keep decent, her son Roger was around today.
When Pauline was on her own in the house she often just wore knickers and a bra, the house was warm, and she kept a robe by the front door, just in case she had to be looking decent when she answered it, luckily few people knocked on the door, Pauline had hardly any visitors these days, and when Roger was home, she was what she referred to as 'other people decent' anyway, as she was today.
Pauline heard Roger moving around upstairs, he was messing around in his bedroom, she had no idea what he was doing, it was one of his days off from work and he usually kept himself pretty much to himself. Roger didn't have a girlfriend, so he was either at work or at home. She thought that was a shame because he was a good looking boy and should have no difficulty in getting a girlfriend.
And from what she had seen on too many occasions, once he got a girlfriend, he would have no difficulty in keeping one, he was nicely endowed. There had been too many occasions when she had walked past his open bedroom door and seen him naked, it usually bought a twinge to her groin to see his hard dick. His father, her last lover, had left when Roger was two years old, seventeen years ago, seventeen years since she had last been shagged.
At first when his father left, she had been too busy looking after Roger to think about other men, plus she had been a little disillusioned with men anyway. And then as Roger got older, she hadn't wanted to bring another man into the equation, and now that Roger was a man in his own right, she just felt a little embarrassed at how she looked and what a man would want of her.
No, she made do with her toys and her fingers, all when Roger was out of the house or asleep in bed of course. Whilst Pauline knew that Roger masturbated, she for sure did not want him to know that she did, that was way to personal and would be just so embarrassing. Personal pleasure for her was definitely a secret affair. To admit, even to herself, that when she masturbated she fantasised about Roger and his dick was an absolute no no.
As the coloureds washed in the machine Pauline began to think about dinner, burgers she thought, easy and she had both burgers and burger buns in the freezer. Pauline checked the fridge, there were usable tomatoes, by usable, she meant not too over ripe, and some cos lettuce. She got some burger buns out of the freezer to defrost.
Roger was unpacking some surveillance cameras that he had ordered. He needed to see more of his Mum. He had seen her naked a few times and he absolutely lusted after her body. She was the hottest woman he had ever seen, far better than the fake models on Pornhub. Mum was real and she slept in the room next to him. He could almost taste her.
He had seen her masturbate a few nights ago when she thought he was asleep. She had left her door partially ajar and when he heard her noises he had crept out of bed and looked through the gap. She was using a vibrator and rubbing it up and down her slit, gasping as it moved and then she had slid it inside herself, in, where his dick would go, he had almost spurted there and then.
Watching her masturbate was so much better than the few times he had just seen Pauline naked as she moved around her bedroom, and he wanted to see more. He had done online research on hidden security cameras and had ordered a few online, ones he could hide in her bedroom. He had to have a better view.
He had unpacked the cameras and set them up. All he needed his Mum to do was go out of the house for a while so he could find somewhere to hide the cameras in her room. He heard that his Mum was in the garden hanging out the washing, he realised he had an opportunity.
He rushed into her room and looked around. He hid one in her box of tissues, a small hole in the side for the lens, and another he hid in a box on top of her wardrobe, again with a hole for the lens to look through.
He rushed back into his bedroom when he heard the back door close, his Mum was coming back in. He brought the images from the cameras up on his iPad, not perfect, but in the time that he had available, they were good enough. There were still more cameras to secrete, that would need another longer opportunity.
Pauline had the final load of whites in the machine and went upstairs to sort out some of the dry clean clothing, mostly lingerie. In her room she dropped the lingerie on to her bed and started separating it, knickers, bras, vests, and then started putting them away in the correct drawers.
She didn't know why, but she felt very horny, she needed to use her toy, but didn't dare whilst Roger was home. She didn't even want to risk using her fingers, she knew that sometimes her orgasms were so powerful that she screamed out loud, and no way did she want to try and explain sounds like that to her son.
Roger was watching his Mum as she walked around her bed sorting out her underwear, underwear he wanted to see her in, and then watch her take off. He noticed that after she had put the last of the clothing away, her fingers rubbed along her fanny, sadly through her clothes, not giving him the view that he really wanted. He quickly stripped off and lay on his bed, his bedroom door partially open. He hoped that she would glance in and see him masturbating. His fantasy was that she would see him and be so overcome that she would have to come in and help him out.
This was a long-time fantasy and he tried to ensure that his Mum had a number of opportunities to watch him wank, he was sure that she had on more than one occasion, but she had never acted on it, sadly, nor had she even hinted at it. So frustrating. He gripped his dick and slowly eased his foreskin down, his glans popping out, moist and glistening.
He began to move his hand up and down, picking up the pace, the noise of his foreskin as it slipped over his rim coupled with his fist hitting his pubis making that unique sound, a sound that everyone knew what it was when they heard it, a sound his Mum would surely hear when she came out of her bedroom.
Pauline resisted masturbating, as strong as the urge was, no, she had to resist, she was better than that, better than giving in to animalistic urges, no matter how strong the pull. She heard a sound coming from Roger's room, a familiar sound, and she could not resist, she had to peek in through his partially open door.
His hand was flying on his dick, his foreskin hiding and revealing his glans, a big purple knob at the end of his dick. She looked at it, how it glistened in his bedroom, imagining it sliding along her valley and then into her waiting fanny. She stepped away and rushed downstairs and went into the downstair loo, her hands almost ripping her leggings off.
Her fingers slid down her valley, soaking wet with arousal, and plunged inside her fanny, two fingers, opening and closing as she thrust in and out of her sex. She felt her orgasm approaching and as her pleasures exploded through her body, she flushed the loo to try and mask the sounds she made.
She washed herself as best she could using the small handbasin, and dried herself with toilet tissue, flushing it all down the loo, a double flush, if he was listening, Roger would wonder what on earth she was doing.
