Modeling Sedutively Before my Young Son

Evening time and it's comfy sleepwear to tidy things up and loung before bed. I am not quite an exhibitionists but I do enjoy modeling, teasing, and almost taunting. That's my one of my secret fancies I conceal from everyoone. I test to learn what works and what doesn't. What is liked and what is disliked. It is just fun mommy time to covertly analyze position, stiffness, and swelling of an arousal meter. Where is my son on the exitement meter, I need to know. Uneasy and struggling inner world space doesn't want my son knowing moms yearnings. Reaction of this forbidden fruit is mommy's foreplay and establishes the degree of naughty, nasty, and horny to the soul. Up and until mommy becomes too anxious craving the release of all inhibitions and any sexual shame as she rocks her son's world. But as soon as I recogonize eagerness overtaking funtion and concede the foreplay has me too horny and primed to fuck, I give my son a light kiss and retreat to my bedroom. Confusion bops lust as I slowly strip naked and climb onto my husband who is likely asleep. I awaken him just enough to know my pussy is wet and eager. We usually fuck at lease five nights a week, but I still feel sexual frustration. Most weekends my husband stays out late fishing, playing cards, drinking, or whatever men friends do. Thus weekend bedtime are not as routine, for one, my son is more thrilling, which prestens more of a challange to my presence. No dad, no school gives us extended bonding time. Always staggering to remain a poised mother I survive till bedtime. Now an overly horny mom leaves her bedroom door open for dad's return. A fervent itch stands me full frontal to the doorway. I caress my boobs, gingerly sliding my hands downward, skimming my panties I could feel my pussy through soaked shear panties bofore shivers sent me to an exotic conscience. At once, my panties were off and my finger tip was circling a swollen clit. I was edging with multiple orgasms until concern struck that my son had clearly surveyed my semi-exposed pussy shining through thin tight wet silk undies. Why had I, his mom maneuvered her pussy eye level then then too close. Recalling my sons massive erection as hard as could be almost gave me the big O, but I stopped all noise and continued to edge and regain consciousness. I listened for my son's distintive fapping noise as I fought to keep my moans bottled up. All was quite. Were my sons eyes lurking from the shadows to admire his hot mom. With that illicit forethought I felt defiant and started fingering my pussy while rubbing my clit and shamming that it was my son's stiff fat cock rocking me to orgasm. Then when I couldn't take anymore sexual tensions, all exploded in my out of world brain, my back arched, my toes curled, electricit shock filled my body and yes I did let out a loud screak. My body collapsed in euphoria with a feeling of total satisfaction. If not watching, I knew my son at least heard my final squel. Mom wasn't feeling so guilty as she felt confident that her son wanked off his sexual tensions that she crafted. I am probably more to blame for the increased sexual arousal my son and I have for each other and confess the need to stop this slope or horny mom here will end up proudly mounting and pouncing on my son's big fat stiff cock till is spasms with wads firing on my insides. If only his dad would pay attention and recognize his son is no longer a little boy. Not that I want my husband observing his son's penis, but from what I've seen, son is bigger than dad. A year ago I pushed my husband to set rules and teach my son discipline. But his attitude was boys will be boys. And now I am hooked on modeling and cannot figure who enjoys it most, mom (me) or son? Someday I hope to discuss it with him. The day may be sooner than later as we are growing closer.

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