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| I held them off and told him there had to be some ground rules set first I had taken only three paces when I heard the tramp's voice calling to me His pants were big and baggy, but he made no effort to hide the movements of his right hand as he fondled his private parts through his pocket Jason, unusually, had stayed in the living room with me But even in broad daylight, it took me a few minutes to find it But I hadn't really given much thought to how it would develop, or whether I would be prepared to go all the way with him Secondly, my relationship with Jason became a bit more touchy feely As I switched it on, the familiar buzzing reassured me that I would be climbing the walls very shortly As I let my skirt ride up a little, I knew that the tramp could see the bare flesh of my thighs above the hold-ups It wasn't hanging properly so I went over to straighten it I suddenly thought about my nightly rendezvous with my sex toys Slowly, I unfastened the zip on the mini-skirt I fucked myself until I was sure I had completely come, and then slowly started to drop the tempo He had never looked at me whilst I was going through my drab phase, but now that I had smartened myself up, I had felt his eyes upon me all the time My heart sank as I went to the washers and began to read one of the month old magazines that the proprietor supplies Wow, I was already so wet down there OK, so the man was my own son I'm just going to take him into the bedroom and show him where things go ' I said admiringly He woke up when he saw me and gave me a long, unashamed leer That my own flesh and blood was fantasising over his mother was tremendously stimulating to my erotic thoughts He followed me along the corridor and we went into our separate rooms together I had made up a plan in my mind I had decided to give my son a bit of a show My son carried it here for me but he's gone back to the apartment that just the two of us live in Like everything else that had happened to me recently, the solution came suddenly out of the blue one sunny, yet cold afternoon in the self-service laundry As a final command, I told him that there would be no mouth to mouth kissing Behaving like a wanton slut was so nice and naughty Some of you reading this will know what it's like to be left high and dry when a partner suddenly leaves you I reached into the drawer of the bedside table and took out my sex toys It was the thrill of doing something that I shouldn't, something that is taboo in almost every society, that really turned me on On the long wall that divides his room from mine, he had hung a framed picture of his current favourite 'babe', Kylie Minogue Being spied upon is only exciting if you know you're being spied upon I am only five two, even in four inch heels, but I am slim around the waist and top heavy, if you know what I mean 'You sure this boy of yours won't be upset at you being helped by me?', he asked As I stepped to one side, I wore only a black bra, matching lace garter belt and French knickers, stockings and heels I was working myself into a lather just thinking about how naughty it was performing in this way for my own son I had abandoned my bag lady image completely and returned to wearing clothes that showed off my body My husband had always been trying to get me to have sex with him and any other man (he wasn't fussy who), saying that it is the biggest turn on in the world to see another guy fuck your wife 'Oh, you're ready for this, aren't you, old man With my legs spread, I brought it up to my pussy I helped him reach the conclusion I wanted, by letting my overcoat open up and reveal my partly exposed breasts and nylon covered legs From living in a nice house with all the luxuries I could wish for, we now lived in a horrible part of town, in a place where the walls are paper thin and there isn't even a washing machine I told the vagrant that this was the one and only time he would have me That night, as usual, Jason went to bed before me Then, when I couldn't stand it any longer, I forced it into my gaping hole ' he said, with a leering, almost toothless, grin As the hook came apart, I slowly exposed my heavy, naked orbs The monthly cheques from my ex kept Jason and I in food and shelter With my back to the wall that I knew my son was peering through, I let the dress fall to the floor When they fell to the floor, leaving him completely naked, I saw, at last, the body of the man who would soon be abusing me Very soon I began to feel very excited at the thought of my voyeuristic offspring A year ago, if you told me I would soon be trying to seduce a piece of shit like this, I would have laughed in your face In fact, the thought of lowering myself to some of the thoughts I was having was really beginning to get my own juices flowing I placed its throbbing tip onto my clitoris and immediately went into convulsive, loud thrashing motions My knickers were loose fitting, so I gently pulled the gusset to one side and began to explore my pussy with my fingers As my eyes wandered down his skinny body towards his groin, I saw the throbbing bulge enclosed within his stained pants The vagrant was now standing, and holding the panties up to his waist as though modelling them In the past, I had stopped myself from making any noise so as not to attract my son's attention Nothing takes that away Firstly, I began to get back some of my old self-confidence I think my son had become aware that I knew he was peeping at me, and I think that he knew that I enjoyed teasing him I felt Jason's eyes on me all evening I cupped my tits and began to fondle them I took the picture off its hook to examine further, and what I saw nearly caused me to fall over I had to do something new to keep his interest up But now, with the thought of my son watching me being abused by this down and out, I was in a state of high arousal I got a slow rhythm going and was soon moaning loudly in pleasure I was so wet already at the thought of offering myself to this piece of crud and being spied upon by my son In fact, he'll be pleased As I pulled it out of my skirt and let it fall off my shoulders to the floor, revealing my dainty, white half-cup bra, I heard the almost imperceptible sound of Jason's bedroom door being closed But he must be seeing something he likes or he wouldn't be looking He walked to the side of the bed and hovered over me I said that he had exactly one hour to do whatever he liked and then he would have to leave The old tramp lost no time in peeling off his raincoat and tattered shirt For the last six months I had felt unattractive and ugly After a couple of minutes of frigging myself, I reached over and dipped the helmet of the eight inch rubber phallus into a jar of lubrication that I keep on the bedside table At that stage I was still aroused by the naughtiness of it all, and especially of the feigned secrecy on both sides Slowly, I turned around to face my invisible son It was a hole in the wall Then, looking at the bedside alarm clock, I advised him that his hour had just begun No man would be interested in a forty two year old when there are so many young girls to be had He said not a word, but I could feel his eyes burning my thighs as he brazenly stared at them I don't think I had ever been so sexually aroused as I said: 'I think I know how you would like me to repay you for your service' The vagrant began to rub his groin as my hands went up and began to unfasten the buttons of my blouse I dashed into my bedroom to see where it appeared and try to understand why I hadn't noticed it before now The tramp did as I instructed and turned back to face me I sat down on the bed in a state of shock ' We walked silently back to my apartment She sat down next to me just as my cycle finished I knew that my son was now watching me His skin was wrinkled and grimy It was hard to see because it was camouflaged by the pattern of the wallpaper I know it's a cliché, but why should this be happening after you've given the man the best years of your life Holding on to it where the balls would be on a real dick, I toyed with it around my clit It was a bitterly cold day, which explained why the tramp was sitting in the warmest part of the room, and I had worn a long overcoat After about six months, after you've gotten used to your new standard of living, the anger goes away ' I pleaded Like I said, the walls are thin, and my son always seemed to be in his room next door these days There, quietly dozing at the very end was the vagrant I had hoped to see After he'd kicked off his boots, he undid the belt that held his baggy trousers around his waist 'Thank you so much', I began, in a whimpering, girlie type voice I groaned as the tingly sensation coursed around my loins So around the house, and even when I went out shopping, sweat pants and baggy tops were my new uniform In its place comes despair, depression and a feeling of inadequacy 'Look, I've got to carry this bag of washing about three blocks 'Hey, lady Anger at the pervert son I had brought up Under normal circumstances, I would have been disgusted at what I was about to let this piece of human garbage do to me Then, I sat down on the bed and swung my legs up so that I lay flat on top Underneath, his helmet was covered in the white cheesy remnants of previous masturbations 'I'm so clumsy 'This is my son, Jason', I said to the vagrant, who gave a slight nod of his head in my son's direction If you'd be so kind as to carry it home for me, I'm sure I could think of some way of thanking you I had taken off my coat in the hallway, and could see by the look on my son's face that he was excited to see the way his mother was dressed I reached out my left hand to fondle it The dildo plopped out of my pussy as I lay on the bed breathing heavily I imagined my son spying through the hole as I was fucked by a vagrant, or by a really old man, or maybe gang raped by two black guys The answer was so obvious, that it took me a whole week to find it; I needed a man I know the feelings only too well after my husband of twenty two years took off with a blond, eighteen year old bimbo So I quickly went back into his room and returned the picture back to the wall the way I had found it ' I turned slowly I rubbed my clitoris furiously with the knuckle of my right thumb ' I reassured him By that I mean filthy, degrading sex After a minute, I turned to give him a smile, but his glare never left my limbs As I turned into the aisle that had the machines on the right wall and a bench of seats opposite, my deflated spirits rose I had become hooked on his secret attentions and couldn't bear to think of him ever not wanting to spy on me anymore Other things changed after that first night's show It's terribly heavy As I entered my room, I was filled with a strange, sinful excitement His long nails were black and his clothes were tattered and stained For the following few days I tried to think about how I could put these ideas into action 'You want me to shower first, lady?' he enquired I knew it was wrong, but I just couldn't help myself I couldn't be sure, but I thought that I had heard similar noises coming from my son's room But as I slowly and deliberately walked past all the empty dryers that were furthest away from him, in order to place my clothes in the one nearest to him, I let my topcoat swing open to reveal my clothes underneath I felt anger that my twenty year old son, Jason, who understandably didn't want to share his father's new home, had to move with me into a cheap, two bedroom apartment because that's all I could afford So, fucking myself with that in my right hand, I took hold of the vibrator in my left So most nights, before sleep, I would lay on top of the bed in my pokey little bedroom, and pleasure myself with a dildo and vibrator I knew Jason would be home by now As I sensuously licked my crimson lips, he put out his filthy hands to touch my breasts We went into my bedroom and I told him to put the washing on the floor and to close the door The old man gasped as I pulled back his foreskin I pulled the clothes out of the machine and into a basket, and carried them over to the dryers It was during a bout of this that I began to worry that my son might be getting tired of seeing his mom just masturbating every night As I manoeuvred it around, something behind looked peculiar But what would really turn him on, I thought, would be for him to see me having dirty sex I spoke loudly enough for Jason to be able to hear every word next door Over the course of the next few weeks, I treated my son to this performance almost every night I kept inadvertently crossing my legs as I sat on the couch, knowing I was giving my son a good flash of thigh After placing the money in the slot, I turned and took a seat on the bench not a foot away from the old dosser I had moved already to the side of the bed As I emptied the dryer, I let a pair of my skimpiest panties fall to the floor and pretended not to notice As a result, we became physically closer; touching each other on the arm or shoulder more frequently than ever before 'I'll bet you are, lady', he said But now a man was interested in me I turned my face towards the hole in the wall that Jason was peeping through, and gave it a dreamy stare I'm always dropping my panties It gave me the chance to look at him closely My initial reaction was of anger Make up was no longer necessary, as I had no friends to impress or men to attract Keeping the leg straight that was nearest to the wall that my son was peering through, I bent my other at the knee, so that my shoe was flat on the bed The realisation hit me that I was being spied upon by my own son It was quite a big self-service laundry, and surprisingly, today it was deserted So, with the bedside lamp on, I began to remove my dress In my case, the pretty, sexy clothes that I used to wear, remained in my wardrobe From now on that would be different First you feel anger He was skinny as a rake, and this only served to make his swollen, vertical penis look even bigger than it actually was His expression became even more obvious when he saw the tramp follow me in As my senses reached their crescendo, I let all inhibitions go, and cried out in shouts of pure delight 'They're very nice I was wearing a tight, white, see through blouse over a white, lace, half cup bra, a very short, black mini-skirt, barely black hold-ups and black patent, high-heeled ankle strap sandals And he would insist that I thank you properly It came out of the blue one afternoon, as I was tidying my son's bedroom whilst he was at college His back was hunched, and apart from a thick bush of red pubic hair, he had not another on his body As I walked back to the bed and lay down, invitingly, I told him that if I'd wanted a clean man I would have chosen one But now that I knew he was ogling me through the hole in the wall, I wanted him to both see and hear his mom in the throes of ecstasy I felt just as sorry for him as I did for myself At around ten o'clock, feeling more horny than I had felt in months, I said I was going to bed I guessed he was about sixty years' old, scrawny and dirty I put my right hand up to his prick I had spent the day soaking in the tub That evening I had worn a shortish, black dress, sheer nylon stockings and black high heels When I had regained my composure, I took a peek through Just in case he had more to give himself, before I got into bed, I gave Jason a nice view of me seductively peeling off my stockings As he did so, he took the opportunity to examine my body 'Jason, this gentleman kindly offered to carry the washing home for me I pulled it back until it almost came out of me, then rammed it back in all the way to where my hands held onto it ' On saying this, I sauntered into the corridor that led to the bedrooms and the old man followed eagerly Absolute rage at everyone and everything Before Jason had arrived home from college, I had put on some light make up, nothing too trashy, but enough for him to notice the difference in his Mom But I still had sexual needs to fulfil It was only a small opening, but it gave an almost unlimited view of my own room with a grandstand vision of my bed I gasped as it spread my womanhood apart and penetrated up to my womb, its oversize proportions being bigger than any man who had ever fucked me I brought one up to my face and began to lick around the hardening nipple and its dark surrounding circle I normally masturbated in the dark, so Jason had only ever seen me by any moonlight that may have shone into the bedroom It was now or never for me, so I took courage and made him my offer I had unwittingly increased the speed of the dildo and realised I was close to orgasm I knew what I had to do, so after about ten minutes, I got up to place my dried clothes in the black sack I had brought them in I turned around hopefully, as the door opened suddenly, but it was only another housewife with the weekly wash Out went the frumpy clothes ' The double entendre was not lost upon my dirty, old admirer Things began to change for the better six months after the separation from my husband You dropped these I wasn't surprised; I had dressed especially for that reaction Almost every week, I see this old tramp in there keeping warm But, I hadn't had a real prick in me for so long, and, knowing that my son was watching his mom getting fucked by this old guy, I was just so very horny He's quiet and no trouble to anyone, but right from the first time I saw him, I could see that he liked to leer at the women in there 'No, not at all You feel insignificant and worthless I continued to give the tramp a couple more pulls before I looked into his eyes and told him that I wanted him to fuck me He, too, had become withdrawn and quiet With heart in mouth, I started to walk slowly away I stood in front of him, just about a foot away, and craned my neck to look up into his eyes I couldn't have made my invitation any more explicit without actually asking him to fuck me I had to be quiet though The old vagrant rubbed his unshaven chin as if in deep contemplation Teasingly, my hands came up to my breasts and nimbly undid the front fastening of my bra However, that feeling disappeared very quickly In the space of twelve hours I had turned myself into a sexual exhibitionist I entered the living room first and said hello to Jason who was sitting on the couch watching TV I had placed the bag of clothes at my feet, and now the wizened tramp was slowly bending down to pick it up I turned to leave and hoped that my deliberate carelessness and feigned struggle with the washing bag would achieve the result I had planned When he stood upright, a good foot taller than me, he said: 'OK lady, after you I have to go there once a week because, like I said, we don't have a washing machine in the apartment After I had stepped out of it, I moved towards the old guy, now wearing just the bra, black thongs, hold-ups and heels I therefore assumed that a son would also like to see his mom being screwed by another His act of perversion had given me back some self -confidence and I wasn't about to throw it away I had initially thought about confronting him with my discovery, but now all I wanted was to let him keep his secret His whole body stiffened as I rubbed my hand along the entire length of his shaft As I carried the washing the three blocks to the laundry, I was praying he would be there today Even at home, I always wore make up and high heels No wonder Jason was always in his room; he was watching his mother masturbate So, after finishing the daily housework, there was nothing much for me to do except watch TV or daydream As my coat fell open, I crossed my nylon covered legs towards him |
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