Caught Peeping On My Son

Last month I saw my son fucking his girlfriend

It is all still so surreal. To look out the window and see my son fucking his girlfriend in the pool was overwhelming to say the least. The pounding he was giving her was intense. He was fucking her exactly how I like to be fucked. Hard, rough, deep, controlling. As he verbally announced his readiness to cum, he pulled out and jerked it off all over her back. My pussy melted at the sight of this. The sight of him jerking his cock. The sight of his long and thick cock. I went back to bed and made myself cum - three fucking times! I fell to sleep in a fog at what just happened.

I woke up the next morning to something new. My pussy lips were stuck together by my juices. My pussy was wet. It smelled like it had been fucked. It was on fire. What the fuck just happened?

I saw my son later that day. He was wearing shorts and a t shirt. Yes, this mom stared at her son that day. He appeared to have grown up over night. He was sexy, strong, erotic. What had this one visual do to me? I asked him how his girlfriend was and he said all good mom. This was not all good!!! Late that night, they were in the pool again. I yelled out that I was heading to bed. No sooner, she was bent over again getting pummeled by my son. I stood by the window and touched my pussy. She was on fire. I stroked her as my son fucked his girlfriend. Every so often her head would sink down. That is the reaction to a good deep impact. Fuck, this was hot. Fuck, I was hot. Fuck, my son was making me cum.

I left the window and went into bed. I found my dildo and gave myself to it. By the end of the session, it was made Jaime - after my son. I know, such a terrible mom.

The next day was the toughest. I actually wanted to see him do this to her again. Actually, to me too. I wanted his dick to punish my pussy for its bad behavior. I wanted him to desire my pussy and want to fuck it. We ate dinner and I soaked my panties. He asked if everything was okay. The same the next four days. On Saturday, I took some liquid courage and dropped the bomb on him. That night, he fucked her again in the pool. This time he watched my window to see if I was watching. I was. He made me cum a lot knowing he knew.

I have no idea where this leads.