Chapter 1

I slowly came back to consciousness and for a few moments I wasn't aware of my surroundings. I soon worked out that I was sitting in our lounge in front of the TV and had dozed off. We had bar-b-qued our tea and had a couple of bottles of wine with it and it was his combination that had sent me to sleep. When I reluctantly opened my eyes I saw that my husband was asleep in his Lazy-Boy and our son was lying on his side on the sofa.

I quickly became aware that John, our son, was not watching the TV but was turned in my direction and was looking up my skirt. I realised that, in my sleep, I had allowed my knees to part and this had caused my hem to creep up my thighs permitting a view of my knickers. I blushed and pulled my legs closed and John looked up and met my gaze and, realising that I was aware of where he had been peering, also flushed in embarrassment. I am not sure of why I then did what I did but I thought, for some perverse reason, that John was not causing me any harm and, as my husband could not see from where he was snoozing, I opened my legs again and lay back against the cushions and closed my eyes again.

It had been a hot day and I was lightly dressed for our bar-b-que in only a skirt, blouse and some flimsy pink underwear. My panties were not quite see through but John would definitely be able to make out the shadow of my pubic hair through them and it was also possible that they may have pulled tight outlining my pussy lips. The thought of what he was seeing was getting me aroused and I could feel the moisture rising in my cunt.

I opened my eyes again and saw that John was engrossed with the view and he was quite red and I could make out his erection through the light material of his shorts. He must have been able to feel me staring at him as he suddenly looked into my eyes and sort of smiled at me in embarrassment. I smiled back at him and then stretched, raising my arms high above my head and causing my breasts to push out the front of my blouse, and straightened my legs and stretched them out as well. At full stretch I spread both my arms and legs wide apart and held the pose for a few seconds giving him an even better view up my skirt. When I relaxed I stood up and said,

"I think I may as well head off to bed as sleeping here on this 2 seater is a bit uncomfortable. I don't think I'll wake your father - he'll come up when he's ready."

I walked over to the sofa and bent over and kissed John goodnight. I made sure to bend well over and allowed my blouse to gape away from me giving my son a clear view of my breasts cupped in my light bra. My kiss was directly on his lips, for the first time in a long time, and he didn't seem to mind as he made no attempt to pull away, and I could feel his eyes on my backside as I headed off to my bedroom making sure to swing my bum in a sexy exaggerated manner.

Visiting the bathroom on my way to bed, I stepped out of my panties and sat down on the toilet to piddle and found them to be quite damp in the crotch. My teasing of my son had excited me and I reached down and pushed my fingers in between my cunt lips and rubbed my clitoris as I sat there with my legs wide open, pissing. I reached an orgasm in very quick order and I lay back with my head resting against the cistern letting the waves of my climax wash over me mixing with the feel of my bladder relaxing as I emptied it. It was a very intense experience and I felt completely drained when it was all over.

I really could have done with a shower but I felt so drained that I made do with a good wash of my genitals and thighs and, after drying them carefully and liberally applying talcum powder, I crawled naked between the sheets and lay there trying to analyse my actions. I didn't fully understand why I had acted as I did but I was sure that frustration had a lot to do with it. Some details of our family may help explain the situation. I'm nearly 37 years old, average height and weight, moderately good looking and quite fit. I'm a brunette and I think my best features are my legs. My breasts are ample but not overly large and my bum looks good in jeans and I think I look at least 5 years younger than my actual age. My husband is 9 years older than me but looks to be 20 years my senior. He works extremely hard and this dissuades him from exercising regularly and, as a result, he is 20 pound overweight and is balding rapidly. We married when I was just 20 and for the first couple of years our sex life was vigorous and varied, but after I became pregnant the frequency of our lovemaking slowed until now, when it has almost completely halted. I was hot and horny and hoped that my nudity might excite him but I was not holding out too much hope.