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Record of visual rape (1)
This is actually quite an unholy thought for me.
After so many years of widowhood, my only child is now 15 years old. Over the years, I have worked hard for the sake of my family’s livelihood. Although working in a bank is not a hard job, I have given up many opportunities to live my own life for the sake of my family. Alas! I’ve endured many nights of lust over the years.
But just yesterday… I masturbated…
I’m still very confident in my figure, which at 36.24.34 is pretty well proportioned for a woman of almost 40, and has a few small wrinkles on my face.
Of course, there were many people who were interested in me over the years, but I didn’t have any feelings for them… until…
It’s Monday, isn’t it? It’s Monday…
In the morning, I went to work as usual, but unfortunately, the car did not start, so I had to ride a motorcycle to work. In fact, the bank is not far away, but because of the narrow skirt of the uniform, it is inconvenient to ride a motorcycle, so I always go by car.
I rode to the intersection of the university near our house and stopped because it was a red light. Since it was commute time and near the school, many motorcycles were parked in my neighborhood.
At that moment, I noticed a motorcycle rider in front of me (I think he was a college student) adjusting his rearview mirror, and then he stopped and stared at his mirror. I was curious about what he was doing, so I looked in his mirror, and when I saw that he was staring downward, I realized that I hadn’t been riding a motorcycle to work for too long, and I had forgotten that I could easily expose my nakedness underneath my skirt.
I quickly covered the opening of my skirt with my hand… but I thought, “He should know that I’m wearing pink today, right? I felt very embarrassed, as if everyone knew I was wearing pink.
…for a long, long time… I feel like it’s been a long time and I can finally go.
I’m so ashamed… to have a student see me in the nude, and he’s not much older than Jiabao… The thought of it actually made my heart flutter…
Of course there was no way I was going to drive to work the next day, and guess what? I met the same student from yesterday at the same place as yesterday. Suddenly, there was a desire in my heart… that was eating me up… so I decided on this thing…
The next day I rode my motorcycle to work, expecting that I would meet him again in the same place. I wore my favorite powder blue underwear, a white shirt and a narrow skirt that was slightly blue, hoping that he would be able to see me in my powder blue glory.
But things were not as perfect as I thought. He didn’t show up at that intersection, and the disappointment and loneliness in my heart leaked out, just like the feeling of loss when a lover doesn’t show up.
And just as the green light came on, the figure I had been waiting for, crossed beside me. After a couple of intersections, we both stopped, and he stopped in front of me on my left, so I lowered my left foot and spread my thighs slightly, exposing the privacy of my skirt…
When I realized through his rearview mirror that he was staring at my place, my whole body got hot, like an inexplicable fire of desire. I hadn’t felt anything like this for a long time, and I could also feel that I was starting to get a little wet there… The wetness and heat were stimulating my senses.
Then at the next intersection, I spread my thighs a little wider so that my most private parts could be clearly seen by him, and I was completely mesmerized by the situation of having a peeping tom under my skirt.
“Ba… ba… ba…” pulled me back to reality, making me realize with a jolt that I was playing with fire and that it was time for this game to end. I pulled myself out of my indulgence and started heading in the direction of the bank, ignoring the student.
But I saw that man’s shadow in my rearview mirror all the way to the bank, and he didn’t disappear until I reached the bank… Was it just my imagination, or was that man really following me?
My job at the bank is as an assessor, unlike a regular cashier, I only work in customer service.
A little after about lunch, around 1:30 I think, I was resting, vaguely thinking back to the morning’s pleasure.
I saw the figure, and even now with the helmet removed, I could still recognize that it was him as the student from the morning.
Did he really have a business need??? Or was he really here to make sure I was working here????
Before long, he was ready to walk out.
He can’t see me from here. Should I let him know that this is where I work? How would that make my life worse? I have a houseguard, if he knew I was doing something like this, would he? …
“Classmate! Is there any business we can help you discern?” I went out anyway, I put my costume together quickly and went out, I was afraid he would walk out.
“I’m the manager of the customer service department…”
“Ah… no… I’m fine…”
“Do you have a business card?”
“Ah… no… I have to go first.”
Just as I was rushing to get out my business card, he just walked away. He’s kinda handsome, and feels almost as good as Home Depot.
Last night I masturbated, and for the first time in my life I circled, stroked, inserted my fingers in my private parts… all because of that boy.
Record of visual rape (2)
It’s so strange. How could I have such thoughts? It’s dirty. I can’t believe that I’m touching my th…
From the time I was a child, I was taught that a woman should not allow anyone to touch her private parts… Even after I got married, I didn’t let my husband touch my… I always thought it was bad, something only a slut would do.
Oh… it can’t be like that. I really shouldn’t have done it. But that day was so overwhelming…
But I almost fell in love with masturbation, rubbing my breasts thinking about the student looking at my pink panties and feeling hot all over. As I rode my bike without my panties, I pressed my thighs together in fear that someone might see me, but no matter how much I tried to cover my private parts, he could still see my still pink labia… His eyes forced me to stroke my pussy. The more he watched, the deeper my fingers went. That prying look in his eyes… ah… how could he know that I wasn’t wearing…
“Don’t! You have to stop looking… no… I’m so hot… I can’t… I have to cover up… I have to go home and put on my panties… he’s seen all my private parts…”
I went home and put on a pink… He appeared again. What? Why is my skirt so short! I let him look at me…
“Ah… no… no… no… ah… you must stop looking… oh… ah… hot… so hot and wet! Don’t… don’t… don’t look…”
“Miss… you’re wearing a pink cutie!!!”
“Oh… no… no… no… no… yes… ah… ah… ah… hmm…”
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‘No, I’m not a slut. And Ka Bo, I’m a mom, how could I do such a thing!’ I cursed myself as I went to the bathroom to rinse off after masturbating that night.
I felt really dirty and ashamed of myself, and told myself that I must never do that to myself again, and that I shouldn’t have such strange thoughts as to indulge in the lewdness of being visually raped.
I rinsed myself with tons of cold water trying to calm down.
Yes, the cold water did its job and I replied. I told myself that night that not riding my bike to work was the best discernment to best stop this from happening.
Of course I drove to work as I wanted to, not riding my bike, and also to intentionally stagger this time, not wanting to run into that person again. From this day on, I’m going to take Ka Bo to school.
For the past two days, everything has gone smoothly, I no longer think about being peeked at, and I have not seen the student again.
I thought this would be the end of it ！！！！ I changed my routine a little bit to keep myself from getting addicted, but I didn’t realize that it was the wrong decision.
A few days after dropping Homeboy off at school, it was the second week, and I started to feel something was wrong. At first Iabo always didn’t sit in the seat next to me, and of course I didn’t think anything of it, assuming that he just wanted to sit in the back, I guess.
In those days when I occasionally turned around to talk to him, I always felt weird thinking he was a little flustered. Since the last two days, he says he wants to sit in the front seat, but I’ve noticed that Homeboy seems to stare at me without looking away.
It can’t be, can it? It’s supposed to be my fault.
Yesterday, Kaho was sitting next to me, and as soon as I got in the car, realizing that I had gotten a little dirt on my stockings, I threw the back of the seat back and sidled over to try to get the Kleenex from the backseat, with the opening of my skirt with my legs stretched out facing Kaho. I could see him running his tongue over his lips, gazing up my skirt with the same look as the student.
No way! Is my son also interested in my under-skirt????
No way! I’m his mom. He wouldn’t think that.
I quickly clenched my legs together, and Homeboy quickly turned his head back, as if realizing that I was aware that he was snooping and feeling uneasy inside.
It won’t! It can’t be, Homeboy won’t. At that moment I desperately told myself that I was imagining things.
I quickly slid back into my seat and put the car in motion as I thought about this horrible thing and tried to calm down.
I felt Kapo staring at my body again, and this time he seemed to be focusing on my lower half. So I spoke up, “Kapo, how is mom dressed today? Does it look good?”
“Mmm… it looks good! I love to see Mommy in uniform.”
You like to see me in uniform? I don’t think you like me in a narrow skirt! I was nervous.
Sending home insurance to the school I immediately turned to the bank, I thought about this matter, not long before I arrived at the bank. Colleagues saw me just arrived, but also wait for me to park the car to go up together.
I turned off the car, opened the door…
“Good morning! Xiangli.
“Good morning to you too!”
“Xiangli, it’s a good thing I’m not a man, or you’d be taken advantage of for nothing, Xiangli.”
“Huh? …” I looked down.
Ah! How did I do that? My skirt had risen to the base of my thighs, and I could clearly see the tops of my cuties and silk. I hurriedly straightened my skirt, which must have been lifted when I hurriedly slid back into my seat to drive.
How can you tell? I don’t think Kasumi saw it all, did he? Why do I look like this?
This was another lunch break and I took a nap.
“Mom, I love it when you wear narrow skirts, sometimes I can see the panties you wear underneath.”
“Mom, did you show me that on purpose today? Wow! White panties and silk. I love Mom the most…”
“Ah…” I woke up with a start and realized it was just a dream.
This is horrible. This can’t be!
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It was about 1:00 p.m. when the counter told me that there was a man outside who wanted to know about loans and had specified that he wanted the services of a woman.
“Huh? What the…” I was reluctant, but I thought, “It’s always a customer, so I’ll go out.
Ah! It’s him. It’s the student.
“Hello, sir. Can I help you?”
He hadn’t taken his eyes off me since he saw me, it was a real stare that made me a little uncomfortable, but then again, it gave me a slight thrill.
“Um… Miss, can we talk in a place where there are only two people?”
I felt a wave of panic, I didn’t want to, and now that he was a client, I couldn’t refuse his request, but I felt something was wrong.
“Well, to the parlor lo.”
When he arrived at the parlor, he began to speak, and he still stammered. He said he was a student of XX University, in the XX department, called Chen XX.
Just when I was bored, he suddenly said, “I… I… knew… you… had pink and blue cuties… and I saw you wearing them…”
“What are you talking about?” I, of course, had to pretend I didn’t know anything.
But it was as if I didn’t know that the second time that I had let him see it on purpose, and the thought of his eyes made me feel my lust again, especially the way he was looking at my body, which made my whole body hot again.
I started to get a little bit confused, and I kind of wanted to spread my feet apart to show him my… but I couldn’t, and then he would know that I was doing it on purpose. But I want to… I want to show him so much… I can’t, how do I recognize it?
I started to talk to him in a serious manner, I stood up and walked towards him, and spoke to him in front of him: “Classmate, you’re about the same age as your son, and you’re at puberty to think like this…”
Then I sat down and slid down the sofa, just as I had done in the car this morning… and my skirt was lifted up… I pretended not to know that I was exposed, and talked to him as if nothing had happened, telling him to study hard and not to think about it.
He had already noticed my skirt had been lifted up and was savoring the privacy of my under skirt. As soon as I realized that his eyes were on my thighs, I immediately felt a wave of powerlessness and had to quickly think of a way to get him out.
Pretending to cry out when I realized that I was exposed, I walked towards the office. The cute classmate said, “You shouldn’t look away…” and left.
By the time I got to my discerning office, I was still springing for it. He was so cute that he even apologized. He saw the small white panties I was wearing, and the top edge of my silk… These are the most intimate parts of a woman’s body. My fingers inadvertently explored down to the private area under my skirt… I couldn’t do that! Besides, I’m in an office now. But I’m so hot… hot… hot!
He should have seen the blackness of my white fabric… Oh… he… can’t do it! We’re in the office now. But I… I… couldn’t control it… I moved my body as close to the desk as possible so that no one would see me.
He looked at my black… Oh… you want to see… I got up and pulled my skirt up so he could see my white panties… You feel… Oh… the fabric feels so good, doesn’t it? Oh… it feels so good…
I rubbed the pen back and forth against my lower body…
I feel so good when you touch me… it’s so wet… I’m hot… I’m hot… hot… hot… wet… it’s so wet that it’s sticking to me… I’m so uncomfortable… I’m taking it off… look at the pinkness… ahhh… He was so dumbfounded when he saw my pink pussy… oh… put his finger in… yes… yes… yes… that’s it… just like that… thrust… thrust… suck… breathe… breath… suck… oh… ahhhhhhh …you’re spying again… don’t look… don’t look at me… don’t look at my… you’ve seen all my pubic hair… don’t… don’t spy on me like this on the road… if I don’t open my mouth… how can you see… don’t look at me, don’t look at me, don’t look at me, don’t look at me… so hot… hot… hot… so wet… don’t look at me, don’t look at me, don’t look at me, don’t look at me, don’t look at me, don’t look at me, don’t look at me, don’t look at me, don’t look at me, don’t look at me, don’t look at me, don’t look at me… don’t look at me… don’t look at me, don’t look at me, don’t look at me, don’t look at me… I want to… look… ah… ah… ah… ah…
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Doing this in the office… Am I really a slut?
I cleaned myself up in the restroom because my panties were soaking wet underneath and it was so uncomfortable. I took it off and, ah… it was so wet… how could it be like this? It was so wet that I couldn’t imagine, a big wet patch with a bit of color… Was I really a slut?
Even if I started to masturbate, I was… I was surprised that I felt pleasure at the idea of my pussy being exposed and fantasized about being seen in it! Oh… no… I’m not such a woman, I must not be!
The panties are so wet, there’s no way to tell. How can you not wear them when you’re in the office?
It was hard to make it to the end of the day, and as soon as I got in the car, I immediately took off my little panties.
On the way home, still thinking about today’s events… No, I can’t be that kind of woman!
Thinking about it, I saw Ka Bo on the side of the road, rolled down the window and called Ka Bo to get in the car.
When Jiabao got in the car, I… I saw the cutie I had just taken off on the front seat, and Jiabao sat in it.
Ugh! How could I have been so casual? But I didn’t realize that I’d run into Kapoor… I couldn’t tell him to get up and take it away, so I wondered if he’d seen it. Even if he did, I couldn’t let him see the yellowish stains! I just had to forget about it and concentrate on driving and getting home.
Parking the car, I urged Home Depot upstairs.
After the houseguard left, I rushed to pick up my little pair of panties… Huh? How come they were spread flat? When I first took it off, I did it casually, so it should have been rolled up into a ball. Could it be… Did Jiabao flatten it? No, he must have sat on it and flattened it. I knew it was unlikely, but I told myself that was the case.
Back in my room, holding the chaps in my hand, no way! Let Kaibou see the traces of my masturbation. Ahh!
It’s so embarrassing… He won’t think it’s the underwear I masturbated in, will he? Oh… What should I do if he thinks so? Ah… Someone knows that I masturbated, and that someone is my son. Oh… I’m so ashamed… I’m so embarrassed…
Standing in front of the mirror, I saw my face redden. I unbuttoned my skirt, took off my shirt, and then removed my narrow skirt, and directly reflected in the mirror was the dark area of my lower abdomen. I unconsciously explored it with my hand… ah… it was a bit slippery to the touch.
No, no, no, no! I wouldn’t be turned on by Kapoor seeing my panties, it’s not… I was looking at my own well-proportioned body, only a B-cup, but from my breasts down to my waist… no, not just to my waist! Not just to my waist, I was confident of my curves, and with such delicate skin and an almost perfect body for a woman in her 30s, there was no way that Kapoor wouldn’t have feelings for me, and maybe I was the object of his sexual fantasies, and maybe he was thinking about my body and rubbing his dick! Is my body all he thinks about? Well, how big is Kapo’s rod? I’d like to know, but… no, I can’t! I can’t! I can’t! How can I be such a slut?
What’s wrong with me? I love being spied on, and now I’m actually starting to get kinky because of the home insurance.
When I got to the bathroom door, I wanted to take a cold shower to cool off, Homeboy was already washing. I couldn’t help myself, I turned the music on to cover the sound of me opening the bathroom window, I opened a small crack so I could see Ka Bo’s body clearly.
What an energetic body! Kapoor turned around, “His… it’s… so cute…” I couldn’t help but scream out, and I quickly covered my mouth.
Wow! It’s not even erect yet, so it must be a big one! I didn’t want to stay too long for fear that Kapoor would find out.
Homeboy got out of the shower and I told him to wait for me to finish later and go out to dinner together.
I went into the bathroom and undressed my entire body, and couldn’t help but smile at the thought of the scene I had just witnessed. I rubbed my whole body with body lotion and ran my hands over my body, spreading my legs apart and bending over to apply it on my feet, I inadvertently turned around to look at the window where I had just peeked at Kaiba’s shower, and again, it made me dizzy, Kaiba’s eyes appeared in the window. Oh yeah, I just forgot to close the window.
Homeboy had the exact same look in his eyes as the student who was spying on me in the shower.
I couldn’t stop him, it was too embarrassing, so I turned my back to him and tried to finish washing quickly. But the thought lingered in my mind that Kaho had seen my body, he had seen my whole body: my breasts, my pubic hair, he might have even seen my pussy when I bent over.
Ah… Strange, I’m getting hot again, so hot!
Kaho watched me in the shower, my curves all exposed to his view. Ahh! I couldn’t turn away from him, he’d get a better look at my body. I turned towards Kaplan, applying body lotion like a stripper, rubbing my breasts, stroking my whole body… I spread my legs towards Kaplan, wiping away the foam from my pussy, revealing my pussy.
I’m… I’m such a slut for showing my pussy to my own son! Ah… I love it so much when you peek at me. Look at me all over! Oh! And here…
I spread the lips of my pussy with my finger, and with my other finger, I tried to go in…
Cold water poured over me and I was able to control myself. I didn’t know how I was going to face Home Depot after my son saw my whole body, but fortunately I stopped and I didn’t masturbate in front of my son.
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How do I recognize this? I can’t deny that I get a great deal of pleasure from the voyeurism of others.
But, the son that Iabo lives with every day can never be his own. How could it be so strange?
As I thought of this, even though I felt ashamed and in danger, I couldn’t help but think of Kapo’s peeping eyes and my son’s big cock…
Kapoor was spying on me in the shower again. For a few days now, he’d been there right on time when I entered the shower. It’s my… it’s my fault. Even though I was aware of his movements, I didn’t try to hide them at all, but instead became bolder day by day.
I didn’t masturbate in front of my son, but I spread my pussy lips and repeatedly tweaked them, rubbing my 36C tits… Even though it was just a matter of rubbing my body like this, because of my son’s spying on me, every day I was in a state of ecstasy and couldn’t stop myself from enjoying the pleasures of being spied on every day.
And for the past few days, I’ve had little energy at my day job, and I’ve been looking forward to getting off work soon at the bank, waiting for bath time, waiting for my son’s peeping. And the peeping tom antics of the houseguard were as addictive to me as a drug.
With my son peeking in, I had crossed the danger line little by little, and every day I thought about how I was going to touch myself and reveal my most private parts so that I could make Home Depot cum.
Kaho’s movements got bolder and bolder, and he actually tried to peek at me peeing, but I knew there was no way he could see me at that angle.
He came into my room while I was sleeping, lifted up my blanket, looked at my sleeping position, and he even touched my body and rubbed my breasts…
Ah! Actually, it’s comfortable… it’s really a hundred and a thousand times more comfortable than coming on my own… but it can’t go on like this… if it goes on like this, what I’m worried about will happen one day. Even though I’m filled with desire for voyeurism, it’s my son after all! I couldn’t let such an unethical thing happen.
I decided to stop, I closed that window to stop the houseguard’s view, and I went to bed at night and locked the door.
In the bath this day, there were more noises coming from the window. Was the houseguard trying to open the window despite the danger of possible discovery?
My son seems to have become a beast who craves voyeurism. Is it because of me? It’s my slutty mom’s fault…
Thinking about the prying eyes of Homeboy the other day, I started stroking myself and writhing.
Well… 36C breasts, I guess I can’t help myself!
Kapoor was standing by the window, naked, with a huge erection. Kapoor looked at my body: big breasts, pussy lips… and rubbed his big cock.
Kapoor, mom… I’m going to masturbate for you today… ah… oh… Kapoor, your dick is so big! I’m so happy that you like my body, so I’ll show you enough. Today, I’ll show you my wet pussy… I spread my pussy and inserted my finger into it.
Good son… Did you see… fingers in the hole… ah… oh… so… hot… hot… good son… mom’s wet pussy is so… hot… hot… ah… Kapoor… mom’s body is very beautiful, isn’t it? Ah… ah… hot… hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot. He was watching TV. I felt that I had made the right decision not to let anything happen that shouldn’t have happened.
“Homeboy, Mommy’s taking a nap and we’ll go out for dinner later.”
I went to my room and closed the door, wanting to get some rest, but I couldn’t… I changed into a sundress and thought I’d stop by the department store later. I opened the door softly, wanting to surprise Kapoor and tell him I was going to the department store.
Walk out gently…
But the person who was shocked was my bosun rubbing his rod! And what surprised me even more was that it was… me on the TV! It was a tape from our trip to Japan last year, and I was wearing a one-piece dress that didn’t show any part of my body!
“Mommy! Mommy… I’m going to cum! …”
At the tip of the rod, white liquid shot out from the mouth of the pink crown, splashing in the air… I was stunned for a moment. My son ejaculated by calling out to his mom…
I retreated to my room and gave him time to clean up. I told the housekeeper out loud, “I’m coming out and going department shopping together.”
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The image of semen spurting out of my son’s penis… played out in my mind again and again.
I felt my lower body burning and itching. Since I was wearing a one-piece dress, I couldn’t help but lift up the hem of the dress and stroked it through my sheer black panties… Soon I was soaking my little darling with my lust…
“Hey! So wet?” Just as I turned to get a pair of panties to change into, the houseguard pushed the door to my room open and came in and urged me out the door. I was momentarily nervous, and the cutie didn’t change, so I went out.
We found a random restaurant to eat at.
Because the pussy has been wet and moist, feel strange, cool, a little uncomfortable, but also feel very itchy.
I had come here tonight to buy a pair of high-heeled sandals with thin straps. While I was looking at the shoes, Jiabao was waiting at the side. Because I was looking at shoes, I would squat down from time to time, and I was wearing a one-piece dress, so I realized that Jiabao was changing his position from time to time, and he was trying to look at the inside of my dress.
Even though Kaho has seen me all over, I think the thrill of peeking under my skirt is probably more than seeing a woman naked. I think that must be the case, because I love having people peek inside my skirt more than my body.
No, it mustn’t go on like this! It can’t be my own son. Even though I’m a slutty woman who enjoys people peeking up my skirt, I can’t let myself reach pleasure because my own son is peeking at me.
Although it’s not easy to cover the little cutie underneath the skirt with such a short skirt, I still tried desperately to close my thighs tightly so that Ka Bo could no longer see my private parts, hoping to make him stop, this abnormal behavior. Even if it doesn’t make him stop, it will still make it possible for Ka Bo to stop being able to spy on his mom.
How causally difficult it is to suppress one’s lust. From time to time, Iabo shifted his position, trying to get the best peeping position. But I also watched his movements to keep him from seeing. But Kapoor’s desire to peek under my skirt made me start to get hot and wet again, and I intuitively sensed a crisis, so I got up quickly and left… In addition to Kapoor, I noticed that several people had that kind of prying look in their eyes when they passed by my vicinity. Was my body really that attractive? And Jiabao was urging me to go home, so maybe he realized that someone was peeping at me. Selfishness, not wanting anyone else to share his mommy’s body.
I couldn’t sleep at night, thinking about Ka Bo all the time, deeply afraid that he would think of incest, but I paradoxically longed for Ka Bo to want me. Because of this, I couldn’t sleep.
Thinking about Kapoor’s big rod, I couldn’t help but start imagining… I thought about the pleasure of letting Kapoor peep at me in the shower a few days ago, not just letting him see my perfect body, but I even made a noise then, “for a while.
I got up to go to the restroom and passed by Home Depot’s room and heard another sound, a woman’s moan. Why is Iaho listening to this tape? I have class tomorrow! I raised my footsteps, trying to force Iaho to go to bed.
The next day I called in sick, not really because I wasn’t feeling well, but mainly because I wanted to take advantage of Home Depot’s absence to go into his room and find out what boys his age were thinking. Was he treating me like a normal woman, admiring my body, or was he having unethical thoughts about sticking his big cock in Mommy’s flesh?
The houseguard had been out for about an hour when I got to the door of his room and turned the knob with my hand. Yes, he had locked the door, but I had a backup key ready to go again.
In fact, looking at Home Depot’s room, it’s really hard to imagine that he would have thoughts like incest, it’s just as neat and clean as it was a few days ago when I brought the fruit in, it’s still neat and clean. I looked around and looked in the closet, it was also still neat and tidy.
Generally speaking, boys don’t put pornographic books and magazines under the mattress, I searched and didn’t find it, finally only the drawer was left. I looked around and saw that there were only a few miscellaneous items, but there was a drawer with a small wooden box that was locked, and after finding the key in the pile of miscellaneous items, I hesitated for a while, but opened it. There was nothing special inside, a diary, a tape and a smaller box. I intuitively looked at the crate, it was locked and I couldn’t find the key, so I had to give up.
The tape! It’s the one I listened to yesterday, isn’t it? I was curious about it, so I picked it up to have a look. However, on the back of it, it said “Mommy”, was it my voice? I didn’t care if Home Depot would find out, I got the tape recorder and played it.
…yes, it’s my voice! I felt scared that Kapoor was having thoughts of incest lo!
I put the tape back.
I couldn’t peek into the diary, but how could I tell if Kapoor’s thoughts got out of hand? I opened the diary anyway…
“Mommy went into her room so early today yo! I had something I wanted to tell her, and when I went to find Mommy, the door to her room was open, and I tried to walk in, and I peeked in. Mom was so weird! She was making mmmmm sounds, and I couldn’t see her hands, but I knew she was masturbating.”
“What a lucky day, mom drove me to school this morning and I was so excited when I saw mom’s panties when she got in the car. In the afternoon, Mom drove me on the road, and Mom’s cutie was left on the seat, and I secretly touched Mommy’s cutie, and it got a little wet. Then I peeked at Mom in the shower, and I recorded Mommy’s voice on my tape recorder.”
“Mommy has a great body! Lately I’ve been thinking about Mommy’s body while jerking off. I love mommy so much.”
Oh! Ah… Kapoor… Mom loves you too… I want your big cock… I want to show you my private parts… I feel so good when you look at me… I’m wearing a one-piece dress… and my cuteness is coming out. Kapoor, were you spying on me under the dining table? I’ll let you see… ah… oh… hot… hot… Kapoor, don’t rub your rod, let me lick it… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh.. oh… oh.. oh… oh… oh.. oh… oh.. oh… oh.. oh… oh… oh… oh… oh.. oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh..
“I think about Mommy’s body every day, I’m so perverted! I can’t want to have sex with Mommy, but I want to peek at her body!”
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The aftermath of my post masturbation orgasm made me fall asleep with pleasure. When I woke up, it was almost noon and I was lying on Kapoor’s bed with my plain white panties pulled down to my ankles, exposing my lower body to the air. If Kapoor was outside the door right now, what would happen to my dignity as a mother? Or… would Kapoor keep quiet and watch me masturbate? Or would he even start rubbing his big, hot, bloodied cock? Oh… Oh, my God… my son would feel so horny for my body… Oh… how exciting is this? Just thinking about it made my body start to heat up again.
No… I can’t… I’m his mother… I can’t do that when Kapoor is in puberty and will inevitably be sexually aroused. Thinking about my behavior over the past few days, fantasizing about Kapoor’s prying eyes, thinking about Kapoor’s genitals, and just thinking about it made me so hot that I couldn’t stand it and even masturbated. I’m really an incestuous mom.
This can’t be happening. I can’t let my family have such evil thoughts. I have to think of a way to recognize it!
Lifting up my skirt and apron, putting my panties back on, and putting the diary back where it belonged, the locked box caught my attention again. The tape had recorded my moans, the diary had recorded the voyeurism and fantasies that Homeboy had had about me, so what could be inside that box? I was overwhelmed with curiosity, but I searched the room and couldn’t find the key. Homeboy must have carried that key with him, what was it that needed to be so hidden?
I sat in front of the TV for an afternoon, thinking about how to enlighten Ka Bo. Although I repeatedly told myself not to take this matter too seriously, this is just an adolescent fantasy of Ka Bo, Ka Bo is not just peeping and fantasizing about my body. But my body did not listen to my reasoning, I could only keep suppressing myself, not letting my hot body control my thinking.
Ah… How could this happen? I’m so horny, I’ve just ejaculated in the morning, and my lower body is so itchy and hot, it’s killing me. Mmm… Humming… Oh my God! What’s happening to me?… It’s like my body is burning with desire… My body is burning with desire…
I have to go out for a walk to get some fresh air. I walked into the room and changed out of my loungewear. Floor mirror in the I, skin white flawless and full of elasticity, I think the body to maintain a good, in addition to the belly some slight flab, I can almost give myself a full score. 36C breasts, barely 24 waist circumference, as well as the 34 plump beautiful buttocks. Maybe it’s my wonderful figure that has caused my family to have such incestuous thoughts. I put on a pure white one-piece dress and matched it with spaghetti strap high heel sandals. Just like that ready to go out for a stroll.
I thought of walking in the nearby park, which was already full of people at 4:00 pm. It’s such a beautiful day today, it’s nice to take a vacation once in a while and live a leisurely life. I was tired of walking… so I sat down on a bench by a small pond and rested, not realizing that this small park could be so beautiful… I closed my eyes and enjoyed this peaceful moment… but I never realized that while I was enjoying the afternoon sunshine, someone else was also enjoying my privacy. A few meters away, in the bushes, there were occasional noises. At first, I thought it was a cat or a dog or some other small animal, but upon closer inspection, I realized that it was a human figure. A homeless man, dressed in rags, was lurking behind the bushes.
Instinctively, I thought that his intention… was to peep inside my skirt, right? Poor tramp, he could only satisfy his need for voyeurism, and a woman like me was something he had never dreamed of, right?
Turning her face to the side, her thighs gradually opened wider and wider from the original slight opening, the root of her thighs, her pussy with thick pubic hair covered by pure white panties, and everything under her skirt. Just take a good look, maybe you won’t get another chance after this, just think of it as a good deed! I thought to myself.
And just as my thighs spread wider and wider, I could also feel my face start to heat up and redden, so embarrassing, why am I doing this again? To the old me, I would never intentionally expose my privacy like this, doing such unseemly things, even accidentally exposing it would be humiliating. Instead, these past few days I have repeatedly exposed a woman’s most secret zone, exposing it to the eyes of strangers in exchange for pleasure, even in front of my own son. Now my body would be exposed to prying eyes of its own accord, and even my own reason could not control this act of exposure.
God… it’s so embarrassing, so hot… It’s even more difficult to suppress myself and pretend that nothing has happened. With my eyes on me, my lower body was so hot, and my private parts itched like crazy. I wanted to put my fingers under my skirt, but I knew I couldn’t, I couldn’t… it was itchy… hot… My pussy would probably get soaked just from that, and my lower body was already feeling wet. You can see the black forest… or maybe it’s so wet that you can even see the slit clearly.
Ah… I can’t… it’s so hard… I want to masturbate right here, so that people can see how horny I look when I masturbate. Hmm… what a look… I’m dying… I want to… I want to… I want to do it right here… I stood up and ran to the toilet, locking the door with one hand and stroking my hot, wet pussy with the other. It was so wet and sticky. Not caring about the filth of the ladies’ room, I leaned against the wall, caressing my pussy through my panties with one hand, and lifting up my skirt and rubbing my breasts with the other.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
I didn’t scream out, I was too panicked when I first came in to notice that there were actually two extremely large gaps in the door that someone had probably deliberately dug open for the purpose of peeking in while eyes were peering at me.
The lust was so overwhelming that I didn’t even stop right away, I no longer cared that strange eyes were peering at me masturbating, I just locked and latched all the locks on the door and started stroking again.
It’s you, isn’t it? You’re the tramp who peeped at my pussy, aren’t you? I’ll let you see… I’ll let you see how I masturbate… I’ll let you peep at my pussy, which is already soaked and wet, and my breasts, which I keep squeezing with one hand, and watch my tongue licking my dry lips from time to time.
“Ah… mmm… mmm… can’t take it anymore…” A moan of pleasure began to emanate from her mouth: “Ah… it’s so good… mmm… mmm… ah… ah…”
Rubbing my breasts with my hands, I lifted up my bra, my white breasts were directly exposed to prying eyes, I could no longer care about shame, I exposed my flesh directly. My panties were also torn off by me in a frenzy, the first time I let someone peep so uncontrollably, the first time I let someone peep at my breasts, my pussy. The more you peep, the more excited I get.
I turned around and lay on the wall, my back to the prying eyes, lifting my beautiful ass up and spreading my legs wide so that my entire pussy was directly exposed to his eyes, my fingers spreading the labia and my middle finger entering and thrusting into my vagina.
“Mmm… mmm… mmm… ah… ah… oh… mmm… mmm… humming… oh… hoooo… mmm… mmm… so good… I’m going to die… ah… you… you… you… you… you… have had enough of it, haven’t you… you… you would have taken out your big dick and rubbed it with such a beautiful woman… you… you must be looking at me outside the door, peeping into my body, peeping at my beauty, and stroking your dick, right… you… must be peeking in and letting me die, too. I’m dying… You’re also watching me cum… ah… hmmm…”
The middle finger was still thrusting into the pussy, and the two fingers that had been spreading the pussy were clamped around the enlarged nucleus, and the thrusting of the pussy was coupled with the stimulation of the nucleus: “Mnh-mnh… mnh-mnh… mnh-mnh… I’m going to… I’m going to… I’m going to go… I’m going to go… I’m going to go… I’m going to go… I’m going to go… I’m going to go… I’m going to go… I’m going to go… I’m going to go… I’m going to go…”
A warm spurt of pussy juice on my hand and a strange warm sensation on my thighs… “Aaahhhh… aaahhhh… pervert!” While I was enjoying the aftermath of my orgasm, a woman’s scream came from outside the door. Then there was a commotion and the sound of footsteps running away… Someone had to use the restroom, and his peeping was discovered, right?
After the afterglow, I wiped the pussy juice from my hands and touched the warm area on my thighs… the sticky, cloudy white liquid… could it be… semen… could it be the semen of that homeless man, who had just masturbated on my body and masturbated with it?
“Oh God… so dirty… so heartfelt…” But I brought it closer and sniffed the smell of semen.
For the first time in all my years of widowhood, I was exposed to semen. I stretched out my tongue, wanting to lick the semen and taste it again. But it was from that tramp, and it was dirty and heartbreaking. Even though I told myself this, my tongue stretched out involuntarily.
I took out a tissue and quickly wiped away the semen, I couldn’t do something so obscene, exposing my private parts and masturbating was obscene enough, I couldn’t go on like this, I really couldn’t mess around anymore, I couldn’t expose myself. I can’t, I can’t…
Put your costume back on, straighten up your appearance, and tell yourself that you must never do anything like this again after you walk out of the restroom, and that you must abstain from your desires.
It was getting late, and Home Depot was almost done with class, so it was time to get back to cooking.
Walking home under the setting sun. I kept telling myself that I couldn’t continue to be so promiscuous, and I firmly believed that I could do it… but there was still a slight doubt in my mind as to whether I could really control my primitive desires.
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Taking off her spaghetti strap high heeled sandals, she realized at that moment that Kaho had already returned home, why did she get out of class so early today?
The houseguard’s room was silent, and I leaned carefully against the door to hear what the houseguard was doing in the room, but no sound came out. What was he doing in his room? Could it be… No, why do I keep thinking that?
Back in the room, standing in front of the dressing mirror, looking at my clean self in the mirror, even I can’t believe it, I can’t believe that the woman who just slutted in the public restroom is myself!
I took off my pure white one-piece dress and took a closer look at it to see if there was any dirt on it, but fortunately, it wasn’t dirty… I hadn’t noticed it when I first put on my underwear, but now I realized that it was still wet and uncomfortably tight against my pubic mound. It was only after I changed that I realized that the amount of love juice that had been secreted from touching my private parts through this thin fabric had soaked half of the panties, and the entire bottom of the panties was soaked, leaving behind some slippery liquid. Looking at this slippery liquid, I couldn’t help but put my hand close to my nose.
“Mmm… what a fishy smell… ah… it’s been a long time since I’ve smelled thick semen… mmm… it smells so good… it’s so good…”
A slamming door brought me back to reality, Homeboy was out of the room! I closed the door behind me. It was then that I realized that the palm of my hand, which had been covered with a strange man’s semen, had been licked by my tongue and covered with my saliva.
“Ah…” After a few seconds of staring at my saliva-stained hand… and then sticking out my tongue to lick and flick it carefully, I didn’t miss a single drop of the semen-stained area… “Oooh… oooh… no… oooh… I can’t help it… I want it… I want it… I want it again… I want it again… I want it again… I want it again… I love being exposed to men so much. I want it again… Oooh… I love being exposed to men, I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it. I’m such a slut, I’m such a woman, I want more men to peer at my private parts, to peer at me masturbating, to look at my pussy sticking out with thick cum… oooh…”
I learned that I was unable to repress my inner desires, instinctive senses that would allow people’s voyeurism to stir up fiery lust, no longer wanting to repress my lust, to free myself to indulge in the pleasure of being spied on.
“But… it must not be your own son, and you must not turn into a slut in front of your own son.
Even if I am really a promiscuous woman, in front of my son, I mustn’t, mustn’t…” I told myself.
But Kapoor was a man too, and even if it was his own son, I felt hot all over because of his gaze. I knew that… at home… Kapoor was watching me all the time, but I couldn’t show my excitement.
While preparing dinner in the kitchen, I was uncomfortable with the way Kaho was staring at me. Although I wasn’t exposing any part of my body that shouldn’t be exposed, Kaho was staring at my body as if he could see right through it. This not only made my whole body feel hot and uncomfortable, but also tested my self-control.
“Jiabao… Why don’t you go watch TV? Aren’t you bored sitting there?”
“No… no… I want to spend time with mom too! Mom… where were you?”
“Ah… no… no… no… a walk in the park… oh… the park near our house is quite beautiful… I met a friend I haven’t seen in a long time there, and talked to her for a long time.”
Homeboy’s question really startled me and I thought Homeboy knew something, but no way, that was never going to happen, I’m so overly neurotic.
“Oh… it’s like this…” Kapoor’s eyes still kept flicking over me.
What part of my body was he looking at? Was it my plump buttocks, my protruding breasts, or my legs that were exposed outside my skirt… Oh, my God, my body was getting hot again… No… I had to restrain myself, and I could barely suppress the itching in my lower body. The itchy, hot feeling in my lower body continued to attack me, and I managed to control my body until dinner was ready.
“Kapoor, you eat first. Mom will take a bath first…”
Once into the bathroom, first lock the door and window, a large amount of water from the rosette head poured out, want to use a large amount of water to quench their hot body. But as long as a man’s gaze, the lustful blood in the body, will be involuntarily hot, no matter how many times the leakage, the body is still wanting, with what method can not be cooled down this desire.
Why do you keep looking at Mommy’s body? If you look at me like this, I can’t help it. Just looking at me like this makes my body so hot that I can’t control it. I am so uncomfortable right now, my whole body is itching like ants crawling all over.
Every time you looked at my body, I wanted to reveal my most intimate parts right in front of you, and I wanted you to be excited by the sight of my body. But… oooh… oooh… you don’t understand how difficult it is for me… I’m a mom… I can’t do this… I don’t want to become a slut in front of you… Even though you’ve made my body so hot and itchy and so comfortable, I can’t do anything in front of you! Oooooo… Jabao… don’t make this difficult for mom anymore!
Oooh… Jabao, the way you’re acting makes me really itchy, and I want to do it again… I’ve already had too much sex today, and now… oooh… I can’t do it again… Jabao, I’m really not a slut… you have to forgive me… ooohhhh…
Through the cover of the sound of water, the uncontrollable body, began to wriggle again, Iaho’s watching eyes, his mind kept peering at his body.
With the lubrication of the shower gel and water, her hands kept stroking back and forth all over her body, one hand sliding from her snow-white thighs to her waist to her breasts, rubbing her plump breasts, and the other hand stroking down from her chest and neck to her plump breasts, back and forth, stroking her skin all over her body.
“Oh… it’s so beautiful… phew…” and my lower body continued to secrete a slippery liquid… “Hmph…”
The finger that was sliding on the outside of her pussy slipped into her pussy… “yeahohh… yeah… ohh… ohh… it feels so good ohh… ohh…” In the midst of masturbation, she moaned, oblivious to the fact that her son might be listening outside the door: “ohh… hooooooo… It’s so nice and comfortable…”
“KA-KA-KA…” I was interrupted by dark shadows outside the window and the sound of trying to open the window, which I knew was Iabo trying to open the window.
“Kapoor… Forgive me…” I didn’t let Kapoor’s interruption stop me from caressing me. I crouched down and let my fingers slide into my pussy, thrusting them back and forth… and with one hand, I held my mouth shut to keep from moaning, “Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Forgive me… I really need it…” As my fingers kept pumping in and out, I let out a low moan: “Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo…”
With the rapid thrusting of her fingers, her hot body was on the verge of orgasm, and her half-squatting body couldn’t take the intense stimulation, and her bent legs felt a sense of weakness as her plump ass fell to the cold, wet bathroom floor, and her whole body lay down, her legs spread in an M-shape, exposing her bent legs felt a sense of weakness as her plump ass fell to the cold, wet bathroom floor, and her whole body lay down, her legs spread in an M-shape, exposing her pussy in the most lascivious way possible. But the unstoppable fingers continued to thrust rapidly into the pussy… “ohh… ohh… I’m losing it…” But this time… this time it was different, it was different from the previous one, and this time, the pleasure lasted all the way through… I peed, and the constant pleasure of urine leaking out of my urethra overshadowed the intermittent feeling of leaking pussy juice. “Aaahhhh…” It’s so good, so good. I’ve never enjoyed such a beautiful feeling, aaahhhh…
When all the urine had been poured out, there was a feeling of extreme weakness throughout my body, just like the never-before-seen orgasm I had just had, and now I was so weak that I could only slump to the cold, wet floor.
After a few minutes, I reluctantly got up and rinsed off, and when I was done, I ducked back into my room and locked the door behind me, and just slumped onto my bed and fell asleep.
My mind was blank… no home security, no prying eyes… just like that I slept peacefully.
When I woke up it was six in the morning and I was lying in bed. Everything that had happened earlier came back to my mind, I truly understood my own nature, my own body needs to be soothed, voyeurism and exposure is the key to unlock the body, and the control of this key is not in my hands, but in the hands of millions of men in the world, whenever they use this key, I must be unable to resist, I am such a promiscuous woman. I’ll just let the men be satisfied, and I’ll let my own lust be liberated.
But… it mustn’t be Jiabao… Maybe my own son knew that I masturbated, but I mustn’t expose it to Jiabao, and I mustn’t masturbate…
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