Your son looks at me a lot ch 01
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Flying Dutchman777
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incest
"I am a sweaty lady who has had certain experiences in life and for a long time I have repressed some memories. However, many of them inspire me to share these stories with you."
Your son looks at me a lot
Chapter 01
Her husband snored next to her. Mary couldn't sleep. Something had been bothering her for days. At first she thought it was her imagination. Then she became convinced it was real. And she got confirmation that very afternoon.
Thinking about it, she couldn't sleep. She elbowed her husband and accidentally hit him right in the kidney, and Matthew jumped into bed.
—Damn, Mary. Be careful.
—I'm sorry, honey. I didn't mean to come on so strong. But... I have to tell you something.
"Can't it wait till tomorrow?" Matthew said, tired and trying to get back to sleep.
—No, it can't. It's just that...
Matthew turned over. He knew that when his wife got something in her head, nothing in the world could take it away. The sooner she was done, the sooner he could go to sleep.
—Come on. Let it go.
— Our son... looks at me.
—What do you mean, he is looking at you?
—Exactly. He looks at me. For days now, I've noticed him looking at me, at my cleavage, at my legs. And my ass when my back is turned.
—Hahaha And how do you know he's looking at your ass when your back is turned?
—I can feel his eyes on me. Besides, I saw him yesterday through the reflection in the living room window.
—Hahaha. What a kid. Well, he's not a kid anymore, he's 18 years old. But you'll still call him a kid when he's 50, right? Hahaha
—Don't laugh, damn it. I don't find it funny.
—Woman, don't be angry. He's young and you know how shy he is. You're the closest woman to him, and you're pretty hot. It's no wonder he's looking at you.
—Fuck, Matthew. I'm his mother. He shouldn't be looking at me like that.
—Nah, it's nothing, woman. He'll get over it.
—It's just... it's gotten worse.
—What do you mean, more? —Yeah. This afternoon, out of the corner of my eye, I saw him touching himself.
—WHAT WAS GOING ON?
—Yes, he was sneaking his hand over... you know...
—To his dick.
—Yes.
—So he took his dick out in front of you.
—Fuck, don't be stupid. Of course not. He just ran his hand down his pants.
——Did he have it hard?
—Matthew! You look like an idiot. What do I know? As you can understand, I didn't start looking at your son's crotch.
—I'm sure you did. I bet he got a hard—on looking at your ass.
—Oh, I don't know why I told you that. Go to hell.
Mary turned off the light on her nightstand, leaving the room in darkness, and lay down, turning her back on her husband. Matthew stayed, face up, thinking about what his wife had told him.
He remembered his youth, back in the village. He thought of those moments when he first noticed his mother. It was a small town, without many women. His mother was plump, but that didn't stop him from looking at her for a while, trying to see something. A bit of breast, a nice piece of thigh. But that passed. He thought it was a phase most boys go through, something natural, unimportant, that just stays that way and is forgotten.
Besides, his wife was much hotter than his mother, so he understood Paul, his son. Those big tits, that great ass. He reached under the sheets until he found it. Warm, round. Soft to the touch because of the silk pajamas he was wearing. He began to caress it.
—Matthew, what are you doing?
—Nothing. —What do you mean, nothing? You're touching my ass.
Matthew pressed against her. Mary immediately felt her husband's hard cock pressing against her ass, and one of his hands reached around and grabbed one of her tits.
—I'm horny, Mary. Let's have a quick one.
—No, stop it,— she said without much conviction.
Matthew began to kiss her neck, the lobe of her ear. He knew it was her weak spot. He felt her shiver. Then he slipped his hand into her pajamas and covered one of her beautiful tits. He felt the hard nipple. He squeezed it between his fingers and she moaned. No doubt she was horny too.
There were no more preliminaries. He pulled down his wife's pajama pants, taking one leg off. He pulled his own down, made her lie on her back, climbed on top of her, positioned himself between her legs and stuck his cock into her cunt, all the way, with one thrust.
—Agggggggggggg— Mary moaned, rolling her eyes in the darkness.
—Ummm, Mary. But you're soaked.
He began to fuck her with deep hip thrusts, thrusting his cock all the way in and pulling it out almost to the tip. You could hear the smacking, the crunching of the hard rod of flesh inside her soaked pussy. In the darkness of the room you could only hear the moans, the thumping of the bed, the kisses.
—Did you like it when Paul touched his cock?
—Ugh, shut up...how do you...come up with...those...things...?
Matthew reached out, still fucking his wife, one hand groping for the bedside light switch. He turned on the light. He looked at her. Her cheeks were rosy, her lips dry, her eyes half closed and the pleasure reflected on her face. He thrust into her fully and held still.
—Come on, woman, tell me it's nothing. Did you really not like to see him? Don't you like knowing he's looking at you?
—Don't say that... don't stay still.
—Tell me. You're really hot... Are you going to tell me that it's not, even a little bit, because of him?
Mary bit her lower lip and looked at her husband pleadingly.
—Fuck me my love...fuck me...
—Tell me.
Mary's head was spinning. She stared into Matthew's eyes. She felt his cock in her pussy. She needed him to move, to fuck her until she came. She closed her eyes and said, barely audible:
—Yes.
—Yes what?
—Yes, I... liked it.
—The fact that?
—Don't be bad... you know what... fuck me...
—Not until you tell me.
Mary couldn't stand this torture any longer. She needed to be fucked, now.
—I liked... to see how... oh... my God... how he touched himself...
—The dick? How he touched his dick?
— Haaag yeeesss Fuck me please…
He kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Brutally, with strong thrusts that made the whole bed vibrate. It had been years since they had fucked like this, with such passion, with such intensity. And it had been years since Matthew had been the first to come. Mary arched her back on the bed, her muscles tense, her pussy oozing juices and throbbing. It was an overwhelming orgasm that only increased when Matthew, grunting, buried his cock all the way in and began to cum, filling her married pussy with his thick, abundant cum.
He lay on top of her, panting. Mary's eyes were closed. Their hearts were pounding in their chests. After a while he turned over and they were both on their backs, sweating and panting.
—Damn Mary, what a fuck.
—Ugh... you made me exhausted... but... how delicious.
—You were very hot.
—Um, yeah. You really turned me on.
—Me? Hehe, wouldn't it be because of Paul?
—Shut up, crazy. How do you say that? Of course not.
—Well, you didn't say that a moment ago.
—It was so you could fuck me once and for all.
—Yes, yes.
—Well, let's stop this nonsense, you have to work tomorrow.
Mary turned and turned off the light. She didn't want Matthew to keep talking, to look at her and make her confess that she hadn't lied, that she had really been turned on by her son. It wasn't something she wanted to admit. It wasn't something she wanted to tell people. It's one thing for a young man to look at a woman, even if it's his mother, and quite another for that woman to be turned on by it. And on top of that, her husband, instead of helping her, had turned her on even more. Well, at least he gave me a good fuck — she thought.
—Mary... — Matthew whispered.
—Whaaaat,— he replied contemptuously.
—Tomorrow wear tight, sexy low—cut clothes and let's see what Paul does.
—But? You've really turned around, Matthew. And you want me to provoke him, on top of that?
—Woman, just as a... experiment.
—Not an experiment or anything. I will wear clothes that even cover my ears.
—Damn.
—Oh, Matthew. You're worse than a child. Go to sleep, damn it.
—Okay.
+++++
Things stayed the same for several days. Mary paid more attention to Paul's increasingly insolent looks. And at night, Matthew peppered her with questions. They almost always ended in a nice fuck. They seemed like two lovers, more than a marriage of years.
One morning, Matthew got up, followed his morning routine (what a nice rhyme). He shaved, drank coffee, and went to work. Mary slept a little longer, as usual. When she woke up, she peed, took a shower to clean up. Then she went back to her room to get dressed.
She opened her closet and began to look around. When she realized what clothes she had taken, she was surprised. They were just as Matthew had requested. Tight and with a plunging neckline.
"Damn, I look stupid," she said as she put the clothes back on the hanger.
She preferred to look for clothes that were not provocative., then took off the robe in which she had left the bathroom, she was left naked. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was no longer a girl.Time does not pass in vain, and her body was no longer what it had been. But she liked it. She was not bad at all. Nice tits, a little saggy, strong hips, nice ass. She was a few pounds overweight, but Matthew always said she had a perfect, curvy body.
She wondered how the first suit she picked up would fit her. It had been a while since she had worn one, and she had gained a few pounds since the last time.
—Just to see how it looks on me — She said to herself and picked it up again.
She put the dress on. It was a little difficult because it was very tight. She looked at herself again. She looked beautiful. It showed off her curves, it was like a second skin. Her tits were tight and trying to come out through the neckline. She hadn't put anything on. She felt almost naked. If she bent down just a little, her pussy and lack of panties would be easily visible.
—Ugh, if Paul sees me like this, he'll eat me. Hahaha.
—Good morning, Mom.
Mary jumped in surprise and looked at her bedroom door. Her son was there, staring at her. He seemed enthralled.
—Mmm...good morning, darling.
—I'm going to have breakfast.
—Okay. Now I'll go too.
As he walked away, Mary felt her cheeks heat up. He had seen her like that. What should she do? Change clothes? It would look strange. And she liked the way her son looked at her, looking her up and down. So she decided to keep the outfit. But she put on panties. No bra, because she would have had to pull her dress down. She didn't realize it, but her nipples stuck out like two pythons when she walked into the kitchen.
+++++
At noon, Matthew came home from the office to have lunch. He went into the house and looked for his wife. He found her in the kitchen. As soon as he saw her, he was amazed. She was beautiful, like he hadn't seen her for a long time.
—Holy God, but how beautiful and... slutty you look
She turned around and smiled at him. Matthew, approaching her, looked at her, rapturously.. He stood in front of her. Usually, when he came home, he would give her a little kiss, a peck on the lips, and maybe a slap on the butt. This time, he hugged her and gave her a good kiss, bringing his hands to her ass and rubbing it hard. She moaned in his arms.
—Did Paul see you like that?
—Yes.
—Where is he?
—He went out for something or other with some friends.
—Tell me, tell me. What happened? Did he look at you? Tell me everything.
To be continued...
I am a sweet lady who has had certain experiences in life and for a long time I have repressed some memories. However, many of them inspire me to share these stories with you.
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Your son looks at me a lot
Chapter 01
Her husband snored next to her. Mary couldn't sleep. Something had been bothering her for days. At first she thought it was her imagination. Then she became convinced it was real. And she got confirmation that very afternoon.
Thinking about it, she couldn't sleep. She elbowed her husband and accidentally hit him right in the kidney, and Matthew jumped into bed.
—Damn, Mary. Be careful.
—I'm sorry, honey. I didn't mean to come on so strong. But... I have to tell you something.
"Can't it wait till tomorrow?" Matthew said, tired and trying to get back to sleep.
—No, it can't. It's just that...
Matthew turned over. He knew that when his wife got something in her head, nothing in the world could take it away. The sooner she was done, the sooner he could go to sleep.
—Come on. Let it go.
— Our son... looks at me.
—What do you mean, he is looking at you?
—Exactly. He looks at me. For days now, I've noticed him looking at me, at my cleavage, at my legs. And my ass when my back is turned.
—Hahaha And how do you know he's looking at your ass when your back is turned?
—I can feel his eyes on me. Besides, I saw him yesterday through the reflection in the living room window.
—Hahaha. What a kid. Well, he's not a kid anymore, he's 18 years old. But you'll still call him a kid when he's 50, right? Hahaha
—Don't laugh, damn it. I don't find it funny.
—Woman, don't be angry. He's young and you know how shy he is. You're the closest woman to him, and you're pretty hot. It's no wonder he's looking at you.
—Fuck, Matthew. I'm his mother. He shouldn't be looking at me like that.
—Nah, it's nothing, woman. He'll get over it.
—It's just... it's gotten worse.
—What do you mean, more? —Yeah. This afternoon, out of the corner of my eye, I saw him touching himself.
—WHAT WAS GOING ON?
—Yes, he was sneaking his hand over... you know...
—To his dick.
—Yes.
—So he took his dick out in front of you.
—Fuck, don't be stupid. Of course not. He just ran his hand down his pants.
——Did he have it hard?
—Matthew! You look like an idiot. What do I know? As you can understand, I didn't start looking at your son's crotch.
—I'm sure you did. I bet he got a hard—on looking at your ass.
—Oh, I don't know why I told you that. Go to hell.
Mary turned off the light on her nightstand, leaving the room in darkness, and lay down, turning her back on her husband. Matthew stayed, face up, thinking about what his wife had told him.
He remembered his youth, back in the village. He thought of those moments when he first noticed his mother. It was a small town, without many women. His mother was plump, but that didn't stop him from looking at her for a while, trying to see something. A bit of breast, a nice piece of thigh. But that passed. He thought it was a phase most boys go through, something natural, unimportant, that just stays that way and is forgotten.
Besides, his wife was much hotter than his mother, so he understood Paul, his son. Those big tits, that great ass. He reached under the sheets until he found it. Warm, round. Soft to the touch because of the silk pajamas he was wearing. He began to caress it.
—Matthew, what are you doing?
—Nothing. —What do you mean, nothing? You're touching my ass.
Matthew pressed against her. Mary immediately felt her husband's hard cock pressing against her ass, and one of his hands reached around and grabbed one of her tits.
—I'm horny, Mary. Let's have a quick one.
—No, stop it,— she said without much conviction.
Matthew began to kiss her neck, the lobe of her ear. He knew it was her weak spot. He felt her shiver. Then he slipped his hand into her pajamas and covered one of her beautiful tits. He felt the hard nipple. He squeezed it between his fingers and she moaned. No doubt she was horny too.
There were no more preliminaries. He pulled down his wife's pajama pants, taking one leg off. He pulled his own down, made her lie on her back, climbed on top of her, positioned himself between her legs and stuck his cock into her cunt, all the way, with one thrust.
—Agggggggggggg— Mary moaned, rolling her eyes in the darkness.
—Ummm, Mary. But you're soaked.
He began to fuck her with deep hip thrusts, thrusting his cock all the way in and pulling it out almost to the tip. You could hear the smacking, the crunching of the hard rod of flesh inside her soaked pussy. In the darkness of the room you could only hear the moans, the thumping of the bed, the kisses.
—Did you like it when Paul touched his cock?
—Ugh, shut up...how do you...come up with...those...things...?
Matthew reached out, still fucking his wife, one hand groping for the bedside light switch. He turned on the light. He looked at her. Her cheeks were rosy, her lips dry, her eyes half closed and the pleasure reflected on her face. He thrust into her fully and held still.
—Come on, woman, tell me it's nothing. Did you really not like to see him? Don't you like knowing he's looking at you?
—Don't say that... don't stay still.
—Tell me. You're really hot... Are you going to tell me that it's not, even a little bit, because of him?
Mary bit her lower lip and looked at her husband pleadingly.
—Fuck me my love...fuck me...
—Tell me.
Mary's head was spinning. She stared into Matthew's eyes. She felt his cock in her pussy. She needed him to move, to fuck her until she came. She closed her eyes and said, barely audible:
—Yes.
—Yes what?
—Yes, I... liked it.
—The fact that?
—Don't be bad... you know what... fuck me...
—Not until you tell me.
Mary couldn't stand this torture any longer. She needed to be fucked, now.
—I liked... to see how... oh... my God... how he touched himself...
—The dick? How he touched his dick?
— Haaag yeeesss Fuck me please…
He kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Brutally, with strong thrusts that made the whole bed vibrate. It had been years since they had fucked like this, with such passion, with such intensity. And it had been years since Matthew had been the first to come. Mary arched her back on the bed, her muscles tense, her pussy oozing juices and throbbing. It was an overwhelming orgasm that only increased when Matthew, grunting, buried his cock all the way in and began to cum, filling her married pussy with his thick, abundant cum.
He lay on top of her, panting. Mary's eyes were closed. Their hearts were pounding in their chests. After a while he turned over and they were both on their backs, sweating and panting.
—Damn Mary, what a fuck.
—Ugh... you made me exhausted... but... how delicious.
—You were very hot.
—Um, yeah. You really turned me on.
—Me? Hehe, wouldn't it be because of Paul?
—Shut up, crazy. How do you say that? Of course not.
—Well, you didn't say that a moment ago.
—It was so you could fuck me once and for all.
—Yes, yes.
—Well, let's stop this nonsense, you have to work tomorrow.
Mary turned and turned off the light. She didn't want Matthew to keep talking, to look at her and make her confess that she hadn't lied, that she had really been turned on by her son. It wasn't something she wanted to admit. It wasn't something she wanted to tell people. It's one thing for a young man to look at a woman, even if it's his mother, and quite another for that woman to be turned on by it. And on top of that, her husband, instead of helping her, had turned her on even more. Well, at least he gave me a good fuck — she thought.
—Mary... — Matthew whispered.
—Whaaaat,— he replied contemptuously.
—Tomorrow wear tight, sexy low—cut clothes and let's see what Paul does.
—But? You've really turned around, Matthew. And you want me to provoke him, on top of that?
—Woman, just as a... experiment.
—Not an experiment or anything. I will wear clothes that even cover my ears.
—Damn.
—Oh, Matthew. You're worse than a child. Go to sleep, damn it.
—Okay.
+++++
Things stayed the same for several days. Mary paid more attention to Paul's increasingly insolent looks. And at night, Matthew peppered her with questions. They almost always ended in a nice fuck. They seemed like two lovers, more than a marriage of years.
One morning, Matthew got up, followed his morning routine (what a nice rhyme). He shaved, drank coffee, and went to work. Mary slept a little longer, as usual. When she woke up, she peed, took a shower to clean up. Then she went back to her room to get dressed.
She opened her closet and began to look around. When she realized what clothes she had taken, she was surprised. They were just as Matthew had requested. Tight and with a plunging neckline.
"Damn, I look stupid," she said as she put the clothes back on the hanger.
She preferred to look for clothes that were not provocative., then took off the robe in which she had left the bathroom, she was left naked. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was no longer a girl.Time does not pass in vain, and her body was no longer what it had been. But she liked it. She was not bad at all. Nice tits, a little saggy, strong hips, nice ass. She was a few pounds overweight, but Matthew always said she had a perfect, curvy body.
She wondered how the first suit she picked up would fit her. It had been a while since she had worn one, and she had gained a few pounds since the last time.
—Just to see how it looks on me — She said to herself and picked it up again.
She put the dress on. It was a little difficult because it was very tight. She looked at herself again. She looked beautiful. It showed off her curves, it was like a second skin. Her tits were tight and trying to come out through the neckline. She hadn't put anything on. She felt almost naked. If she bent down just a little, her pussy and lack of panties would be easily visible.
—Ugh, if Paul sees me like this, he'll eat me. Hahaha.
—Good morning, Mom.
Mary jumped in surprise and looked at her bedroom door. Her son was there, staring at her. He seemed enthralled.
—Mmm...good morning, darling.
—I'm going to have breakfast.
—Okay. Now I'll go too.
As he walked away, Mary felt her cheeks heat up. He had seen her like that. What should she do? Change clothes? It would look strange. And she liked the way her son looked at her, looking her up and down. So she decided to keep the outfit. But she put on panties. No bra, because she would have had to pull her dress down. She didn't realize it, but her nipples stuck out like two pythons when she walked into the kitchen.
+++++
At noon, Matthew came home from the office to have lunch. He went into the house and looked for his wife. He found her in the kitchen. As soon as he saw her, he was amazed. She was beautiful, like he hadn't seen her for a long time.
—Holy God, but how beautiful and... slutty you look
She turned around and smiled at him. Matthew, approaching her, looked at her, rapturously.. He stood in front of her. Usually, when he came home, he would give her a little kiss, a peck on the lips, and maybe a slap on the butt. This time, he hugged her and gave her a good kiss, bringing his hands to her ass and rubbing it hard. She moaned in his arms.
—Did Paul see you like that?
—Yes.
—Where is he?
—He went out for something or other with some friends.
—Tell me, tell me. What happened? Did he look at you? Tell me everything.
To be continued...
I am a sweet lady who has had certain experiences in life and for a long time I have repressed some memories. However, many of them inspire me to share these stories with you.
https://www.patreon.com/flyingdutchman777
I opened a Patreon account in case you want to support me. Take a look, there are interesting ones and there are some more chapters already uploaded there.
https://www.patreon.com/flyingdutchman777
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