Another Lockdown - Sex Stories

Another Lockdown

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"You know what I mean Jack, it is important, you need to caress a girl, to kiss her, to stroke her gently, to use one finger, then two or perhaps three until she is ready." My son is nineteen, I shouldn't have to explain seduction to him.

He was quiet. "I am going in mum."

"Okay. I have changed your bed. Please use what I have left on your quilt. You can close your window if you like, but it was a bit high in there."

When he had left, I raised my legs again, rested my book on my thighs and started to read again, but I couldn't concentrate on the words. I lay my head back and thought about Jack. His penis was a good size, but not anything that should cause problems, not that I had much more than a glance, or two, at it. He was perhaps a little bigger than Bill was, certainly he looked to be longer, but that should be no problem.

I looked up at the back of the house and could see that Jack had closed his bedroom window. I wondered if he had seen what I had left and if he was in the mood to use them. "Probably" I said to myself, "he is young and probably pretty much aroused all the time."

I lay there my eyes half closed and I found myself imagining him masturbating using the sock I had left him. I had the visions in my mind of when I had seen him, his hand moving his shaft up and down as he pleasured himself. What did he think of when he was doing it? Emily? I presumed so.

My right hand had fallen to my side, and I realised that I was gently touching ...

... my labia through the folds of my Cami knickers, the light material flapping against me. What was I doing? Imagining my son masturbating whilst I touched myself? That was so wrong.

I pressed a little harder, my finger slipping between my labia into my valley, which felt both hot and very wet. A flick upwards of my finger and I was on my clitoris, the electric jolt causing my breath the catch in my throat, and I gasped. The pleasure that rolled through my body took me by surprise. I had a flash of Jack masturbating himself, his hand moving quickly and at that moment my finger pressed inside me.

Oh my, I was fingering myself to a memory of my son, my finger became my son's penis and my body arched as he penetrated me, filling me, spilling inside me. I gasped loudly as my orgasm took over, my vagina clamping my finger, my nipples tingling and my bottom clenching.

"Oh god you shameless hussy" I gasped as my body relaxed after the most intense orgasm I had experienced in years. I pulled my finger to my face and sniffed, the aroma was pure sex and I licked it and then sucked it clean, the taste a memory of long ago.

'What the hell are you thinking?' I asked my self. Masturbating to images and thoughts of my son was just wrong in every way. I turned and sat up, I needed to go up and shower, a cool soaking shower to take away the aroma and memory of what had happened.

In my bedroom I quickly took my clothes off and grabbed my robe and headed to the family bathroom. I ...