A sight that normally isn't viewed

Brenda Newman was happy that her son had finally headed off to school as it meant that she was alone in the house. The past months without her husband were starting to take their toll on the woman who had a very high libidio. Without her husband there to help satisfy her cravings, she had been **** to rely on the numerous amount of sex toys she had in the growing collection of apology gifts from the ever absent man.

“Why won’t you come home and stay,” she mused aloud with a sigh before she headed up stairs. “Thankfully I don’t have to go into work until later,” she said as she rummaged through her box. Pulling out a pair of dildos, one of which had a suction cup on it. She looked at the two of them for a minute, then decided on the one with the suction cup to bring with her.

She walked into the restroom, her movements fast and purposeful, and proceeded to strip down before she turned on the shower heads. As another concession to his being gone all the time, John’s father had a double headed shower installed, so that Brenda could remove one of the heads and use it on herself in privacy, while still being under the spray of warm water. Brenda intended to make full use of that feature right now.

Brenda placed the suction cup dildo on an angled surface near waist height before holding her hand under the water to check the temperature. Satisfied, she wasted no time getting into the shower and enjoyed herself as the warm water sluiced down her voluptuous body.

Her hands began wandering over her body, her pleasure spots easily found from years of practice, her nerves lit up with pleasure. But it wasn’t enough, she needed more. Brenda reached up and took the removeable head down. “Don’t let me down old friend,” she whispered teasingly to the inanimate object before she began teasing her body with the device. She slowly made her way down with the shower head until it rested between her legs, the pulsing water struck her clit repeatedly, which in turn caused a moan to slip from between her lips.

As her juices began to flow she backed up and impaled herself upon the suction cup dildo. “Oh honey, I am so glad that you came home,” Brenda moaned as a fantasy began to build in her mind. She saw her husband, imagined it was his hands, not her own, that caressed her body, his cock, and not the dildo that was a pale imitation of him, that speared into her body as she humped against the wall. “You always know just how to get me going,” she cried as she played with herself.

She continued to play with herself in the shower for an hour, never quite able to achieve that release that she desperately craved. Frustrated sexually, she turned the now cold water off and dried herself before heading back into her bedroom. She laid herself down on the covers, naked and bared to the world. The fires of lust still burned inside of her, and caused her to reach back into that bin of toys and try another one.

Hours passed as she swapped one toy for another trying to find that sweet release that she craved. It was at this point that she heard the door creak slightly as John peered in to see what the noise was.

The thought that her son might be watching sent her into overdrive, rapidly filling herself with the dildo that she had in hand, her fingers pinched and tugged violently at her nipples. Within moments she screamed out her pleasure, loud enough to be heard by the neighbors, and most certainly by the waiting Moonstone down stairs.

Embarrassed by what he had just seen, John pulled his head from the room. He held his breath to see if his mother had noticed anything, but when he didn’t hear anything except for heavy breathing, he decided that he was in the clear. He turned away from the door only to see Moonstone coming up the steps.
John rushed over to her, a finger raised to his lips that asked her to be silent, as he led her back down the stairs. John could swear that it sounded like Moonstone was stomping on purpose to draw his mother’s attention to them, but he managed to get the two them out the door before his mother could call out.

It took Brenda several minutes to recover from the **** of her orgasm, during which she tried to process her thoughts. Why had she thought about her son, and the even bigger question, why had the thought that her son was watching her triggered such a big orgasm. Her cheeks flushed with shame at how loud she had been when the orgasm had struck through her body like a frieght train.

Brenda glanced over at the nightstand to look at the clock, and gasped when she saw what time it was. Hurriedly she toweled herself off and got dressed for work. Too worried about being late, she didn’t take the time to put her room back in order and hide the plethora of toys that she had used. Instead she grabbed her keys and purse before she rushed out the door, hurriedly locking it behind her. The local busy body who lived across the street smiled as she watched Brenda rush to her car and take off. Luckily for John, his mother headed in the opposite direction of him.

Moonstone seemed to make it her mission to tease John about what he had seen, and what that scream had been about. Although she had a pretty good idea, if the color of John’s face was any indication to her.

But they had somewhere that they needed to be, so Moonstone let the issue drop, and lead the way to her home, and the home of her clan.