Another Lockdown - Sex Stories

Another Lockdown

... hung the robe on a door hook and got into the shower. I stood there under the torrent of water, my hands resting on the wall as the water cascaded off me, a river dropping from my crotch, looking for all it was worth as if I were peeing myself.

After I had cooled down enough I turned off the water and stepped out. I grabbed a towel and slowly patted myself dry, I didn't trust myself to rub anywhere, everywhere felt like an erotic zone, it felt as if a switch had been flicked inside me, a switch that had been turned to off when I lost Bill, and now it was very definitely on.

The door swung easily as I grabbed my robe, I had obviously forgotten to click the door too when I hurried in to shower, oh well, Jack was in his room so no harm. As I stepped out onto the landing Jack was standing there.

"Oh hi Jack" I said, my robe held to by my arm rather than its belt, I hadn't expected anyone to be there.

"That must be a good book you have mum" he said a smile on his face.

"What?" I asked, a little confused.

"Well, I just happened to look out of the bedroom window and could see that you were really enjoying it."

Oh my God, had he seen me masturbating? My face felt hot and I was sure I was flushing. "Oh, yes, not bad." What else could I say?

"Not bad? My God mum, I can't wait to see you when you get a really good book."

"Jack!" I almost shrieked. "Jack," I took a deep breath and calmed myself," Jack I don't know what you mean." Could I bluff myself out ...

... of this?

"Mum, I know I am only nineteen, but I know what it looks like when a woman touches herself and orgasms. As you would say to me, it is only natural, glad you enjoyed it, I wonder what you were dreaming of as you did it."

I had nothing to add, "Jack there are somethings a son shouldn't watch." I turned and went into my bedroom firmly shutting the door behind me.

"You've watched me." He called after me.

I sat on the bed my robe open, my heart racing and my face flushed with embarrassment. He must have seen me in his doorway as I watched him. I had only been there a moment, but he had seen me watching him. And now he had watched me, how long had he been watching? Had he seen all of it? Oh my God.

My phone dinged, a text. Distracted I picked the phone up and looked at the screen. It was a text from Jack. I pressed and opened the message. It said 'this is my inspiration' and there was a photo. An upskirt photo, I looked again more closely and I realised it was me. Me sitting on the lounger with my knees up and there, clear as day, hardly obscured by my Cami knickers, was my vagina, on full display.

Oh my God, when he had been messing with his phone earlier he must have been taking photo's of me. I hadn't given any thought to what he would have seen, and if I had, I would have imagined that my underwear would have covered me.

I didn't know what to say even less what to think. And then there was his shouted 'you have watched me'. Did he think I was ...