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. I clicked off the internet and focused on fingering myself.
John returned downstairs just as I pulled the roast out of the oven.
His hair was wet from his shower and his t-shirt and gym shorts molded against his still damp skin, showing off his muscular body.
"Um -- yeah, sure thing, Mom." I walked to the stove and bent over to open the oven door, knowing full well that my blouse would rise and expose my practically naked ass cheeks. " I turned my attention back to the roast in the oven, not hearing the floorboards creak for several more seconds and I knew my son's eyes were glued to my ass.
I turned and smiled at my son, who stood rooted in the doorway, half in and half out of the room, staring at my ass. Only when I closed the oven door did I hear him walk away.
The crotch of my panties was absolutely soaked and I was sure that if I looked down, the light blue of the material would be completely dark with my juices.