Another Lockdown - Sex Stories

Another Lockdown

... almost fell. I put the handheld back on the clip and just stood there, dripping trying to come to terms with what had happened.

I hadn't thought of sex since Bill passed, I just became numb to personal pleasures, and now my body had awoken and I was a little stunned. I squirted body wash onto my palm and rubbed it over me, my nipples had hardened and tingled as I soaped them my breath caught in my throat and I moved my hands down to the tops of my legs. My pubic hair was short, I hated how it looked and used to keep myself fully shaved when Bill was alive, the electric razor giving me a little buzz as it worked, arousing me, getting me ready for 'Bill time', but since his death I simply trimmed, I had no sexual desire, no need to 'warm' myself up for him.

My fingers ran across the outside of my sex, my labia naturally hairless were smooth to my touch and, as I slipped my fingers between them, I gasped at contact with my clitoris, my knees sagging again. 'Crumbs' I thought, 'wow, it has been so long, and now we are in lockdown and I can't even go out'.

I finished my shower and put my robe on and turned to the bathroom door to see it ajar. Chiding myself for not shutting it properly I looked across at Jack's door to see it partially open. I stepped forward and peeped through the gap. Why did I do that? I had no idea, but to see my son laying on his bed masturbating was a shock. Oh shit, had he spied on me in the shower?

I headed back to my bedroom, my thoughts ...

... running wild through my head. I slipped my robe off and sat on my bed, I hadn't even thought of a penis since Bill left, and then all of a sudden I was watching my son pleasure himself, moving his hand along his penis, fingers wrapped around him, his penis quite a bit longer than his hand. I was taken aback at the notice I had taken, wrong, surely, surely, I shouldn't be interested in my son masturbating?

I realised my finger was running along my valley, circling my opening, my wetness a surprise and my finger slipped inside. I heard a gasp, it came from me, I had no idea I had been so vocal. I pressed my finger deeper inside me, my palm crushing my clitoris, my other hand behind me clutching at my pillow, and I cried out as an orgasm overwhelmed me and left me breathless and very wet between my legs.

What was wrong with me? As I had my finger inside me it had been Jack in my mind's eye that had his finger in me, I was a proxy for my son, it had not been my husband that I had imagined. I was shocked. I was not supposed to think things like that about Jack, it was wrong and immoral and just impossible. Why? Why was I imagining my son doing sexual things to me? Was I such a pervert? My son would disown me if he ever knew, where would he go, we were in lockdown, It was just beyond my comprehension.

I stood and took a mental grip of myself. My door was ajar, in my haste to get away from Jack and his masturbating I guessed I hadn't shut it properly. I went across and firmly ...