Staging Julie

"Wait..." I spoke aloud to myself and tentatively rubbed my vagina through the fabric of the thong. No...

I pulled the fabric and peered down in, to confirm what I knew to be true. Freshly. Shaved.

I gasped quietly and my heart started to race. I'd shaved once, in a surprising bout of energy last month. I did not just shave in the shower. Yet there I was. I pulled down my sweatpants for more light and saw that I'd apparently done an impeccable job of it, too. I rushed to the shower, incredulous. My razor was wet. How... what time was it?

"Alexa, what time is it?" I asked aloud and my AI companion replied: It is 11:58 AM. What?! That was over 20 minutes more than I expected it to be. Still it was almost impossible for me to shave that fast. "What the fuck..." I muttered.

But my son was crying. He needed me. I snapped myself out of it and brought my thong-assed super-boobed self over to him and downstairs on the couch to feed. The push-up bra was oddly malleable and comfortable, but it made me appreciate the convenience of my maternity bra. I sighed. I desperately needed sleep.

I picked up my phone with my one free hand and started texting Derek, my husband.

You wouldn't believe what's been happening today. I started to write a long text. I explained how I'll need to sleep when he comes home, some weird stuff happened but he shouldn't be worried.

Our hero would have to be quick. She was only using one finger to type, and he was experienced with his ability by now, but it would still be a considerable challenge to freeze her at the right moment.

I sent the text and dropped the phone on the couch, focusing on my son.

"LOL Okay! :D" was his reply. Um?

My face numbed as I read my own text. Instead of a long venting message about the events of the day, I'd apparently only written him:

I'm really horny today, can we do it when you come home? I even shaved! (kissy face emoji)

I could only stare, unblinking at the screen. Had I been hacked? Was someone hacking my entire life right now? I'd just committed to sexytime and I had no desire (at the moment) for it. I dropped the phone. I closed my eyes, still breastfeeding my son. I needed a nap. But I couldn't nap. He was awake and playful. I couldn't put my son down to sleep until he was tired enough.

I felt helpless and started to cry. I sobered up and started playing with him. Made myself lunch. Everything seemed normal for a while. The afternoon arrived without any further weirdness. I was too tired to change into my rightful clothes and treated the delivery man to more than he expected when he rang the doorbell for me to sign.

Around 3:00 PM my son was sleepy enough to go down. Finally it was my turn to sleep. I headed to the master bedroom. Slipped out of my sweatpants, tank top, little red thong, my ridiculous bra, and just dove into bed completely nude.

I'd been sleeping on my side. I don't know how long it was that I'd slept before it happened: I suddenly shot awake, eliciting a carnal outcry, something between a moan, squeal, and whimper. One hand shot to my vagina and the other to my breasts. I clenched my thighs as a volcano of orgasms erupted in my nethers. My erect nipples were hard as bullets and leaking milk like crazy. I teased them instinctively, half awake.

Catching my breath after suffering (?) what had felt like half a minute straight of orgasms, I realized my vagina wasn't the only thing aching... I'd never felt the sensation that I had then... up my ass. It felt how what I assumed anal sex felt like after. I simply couldn't explain this all. Post-partum hormones? Immense sexual suppression? I recovered in the warmth of my blankets, keenly aware of everything I felt. This was such a strange day. I hoped it would stop.

As I got out of bed to get properly dressed this time, I noticed that despite feeling the sensations from the wet dream I just had, I was actually horny. Like. Really bad. I lived that way until Derek came home, our son soundly asleep. It seemed that no matter what I did, from cleaning, to TV watching, I couldn't take my mind off it. My nipples stayed erect as if constantly being played with by some invisible lover.

When Derek got home, I damn near jumped on him! We hadn't had sex on the couch since before we were engaged. Felt hot and wild to be doing it again, and he loved how eager I was to have him in me. The rest of the night carried on as normal. The rest of my life, too. That was just one strange, surreal day. I never told Derek about it. At least it helped kickstart our sex life, never thought I'd actually be into anal...

Nearby, a young man pocketed his cell phone and took out his little red notepad and a pen. With a satisfied smirk, he simply crossed a line through "hot MILF neighbor" and browsed the list for who would be tomorrow's fun.