In our first conversation, we both laughed over and over as we kept replying to each other's responses, "Me too! I shivered as I considered her question and was faced with the realization that I was about to confess to something that would be considered terrible by most people. Donna: CARMEN, HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDERED TEASING HIM? I remembered lying on my bed, knees drawn up and spread wide as I finger fucked myself as I dreamed of parading around in front of my son in all sort of nasty ways. I shed my plain cotton panties and slipped on thong panties, turning to admire my firm tush and giving my butt a little shake as I looked at my bare cheeks.
Well, this story has a different genesis than most of my work. When I could finally get up, I stumbled on to bed on shaky knees and fell asleep wondering what I had gotten myself into.
It is based on an online chat conversation that an internet friend/reader of mine shared with me. The next morning, I woke up after a night of strange, troubling yet arousing dreams -- sex dreams of vague bodies joined together, my son's face shifting in and out of view as I engaged in carnal act after carnal act with some unknown person.
I shivered and jerked as spasms of pleasure rippled though my body and a part of me wondered what my son might make of the new stains I was leaving on the cushion of my office chair.
I moaned through clenched teeth as I began to orgasm, trying not to get too loud and disturb my son who I hoped was asleep in his room next to mine.
I felt like a wanton slut as I threw my other leg over the arm of the chair, leaving myself spread wide as I plunged three fingers in and out of my pussy while my other hand feathered over my swollen clitoris.