Natalie’s Feelings

Natalie Thompson closed her laptop after watching her husband’s latest video for the third time. The sound of his voice calling out their son’s name while he pegged himself with a pink dildo rang in her ears. She closed her eyes and let her let her head rest against the top of the rolling chair she used in her home office, feeling the gentle touch of her middle finger in her clitoris.

Three times she had watched the video. Three times she had orgasmed. What was it about seeing her husband debase himself before the whole world, calling out his submissiveness toward their son, that turned her on so much? Just the day before she had considered his broadcasts disgusting, but after watching the latest one, her mind was changed.

Maybe it was because she, too, felt so submissive toward Tim, and since Terry was so obviously getting off, Natalie was feeling an affinity. It was possible, but she wasn’t buying it. Terry had always been submissive toward Tim, and while he’d never before put on a display like he had online, Tim and Tabby had frequently used him for their enjoyment. The sight of Terry humiliating himself, while far more public, was nothing new.

No, the answer didn’t lie with Terry.

The answer lied with Tim.

Her son had become a man. It seemed to happen overnight, even though logically Natalie knew that it had been a process that had taken years. She still remembered so many of his rites of passage. Tim’s voice changing, leaning to drive, getting his first training bra. One minute she was nursing him, a little boy getting milk from his mother’s breasts, the next minute she was dreaming on sucking on his nipples, milking him for an entirely different reason.

Yes, the lust she felt for her incredibly attractive, commanding son what been growing over the years. It was a feeling she had been getting used to since he had become of age, although the day before’s display had been the first real time she had acted on it. Not that she regretted it. It was just a little ass grab, after all. What was the harm in that?

Her thoughts wandered back to her husband. She loved Terry, but why couldn’t he be more like their son? Terry filled a need in her, a desire to be dominant, to be in charge. Even her job as a bank branch manager with twenty-five employees didn’t give her the thrill she felt from ordering her husband around.

But Tim gave her a different thrill. When he off-handedly ordered Natalie to do something, there was a part of her that knew she could fight it, that she could stand up to him, but she didn’t want to. Tim was a natural leader, so she let him lead. And when she did, Natalie had discovered, she had begun to get a thrill. A sexual thrill.

Natalie suspected that when Terry was calling out Tim’s name on the video, he was imagining following Tim’s orders as well. Yes, Tabby had set the whole situation up, but Terry could have picked any name for that pink dildo. He had fallen into the trap that Natalie herself was falling into, no longer being able to see their son as someone she could acknowledge as attractive as a fact, but instead becoming so attracted to Tim that it was difficult not to act on it.

She wouldn’t. Not beyond her innocent little ass grab, that is. Tim was still her son, and Natalie knew what was right and what was wrong. She could tell that her lust for him would continue to grow, but beyond a lingering touch here and there, past enjoying Tim’s flirtatious nature, she would satisfy herself the way she had been: with her fingers, with her sex toys, with her imagination. Maybe, if Terry was well behaved, or as a reward for a particularly good streaming video, she would use him for a little satisfaction.

She opened her laptop and began to play the video again. Just thinking things through had gotten Natalie hot and bothered. Slipped her hand into her panties, she promised herself that this would be the last time, at least until that evening. While she loved her orgasms, and the show was wonderful, she still had other plans for the day. She couldn’t just give everything up and make her whole life about sexual pleasure. That would be…

What was the word she needed? Her heart was beginning to quicken as the video progressed. Obscene? Selfish? Perverted? Hot? She was no longer sure what she had felt to justify the train of thought, but she didn’t care. The only thing she cared about right then is that soon her husband would begin to scream Tim’s name, and she would have to stop herself from doing the same thing.