Walking in on my husband fucking his much younger secretary had gotten my pussy as dry as the Sahara Desert.
I now hated men.
I’d lost interest in sex.
The only thing that made it worse was I’d made my discovery while I was dressed in sexy lingerie and a trench coat because I’d decided to surprise him, since he’d been working late nights trying to close a big deal. I’d stripped off the coat, flung open his office door and cried out, “Surprise!” Well, it had most certainly been a surprise for all concerned.
That was eight months ago.
I’d given my husband the boot, and the judge had awarded me the house and car. Our two kids were old enough they didn’t need to be awarded to anyone, and they both pledged all their love and support to me, the sweethearts.
But my pussy had remained a desert.
Dry.
Ignored.
Unexplored.
Living, metaphorically, in a desert.
So I continued working as a nurse, now picking up every shift I possibly could, both because I was now the only breadwinner, and also to fill up my days and nights with activity instead of moping around.
I’d put a security system in my home for a few reasons:
1. I was about to be living alone, my just graduated from college daughter Eleanor spending the summer in Europe, and my son Jason had just done his first year of college (although he was home for the summer and thus my empty nest syndrome wouldn’t come in and kill me to the core until late August).
2. The home would be empty a lot with my working more and no kids at home.
3. There’d been an increase in break-ins in the area during the last year with the downturn in the economy.
4. It lowered my home insurance enough that now it was only a nineteen dollar per month cost.
So I had hidden cameras in most rooms of the house except for the bathrooms and the kids’ bedrooms. A burglar can’t spray-paint a camera he can’t detect.
Today I was on my break at the hospital and figured I’d check out my new system; it had been installed last month, but until last night I hadn’t figured out how to use the app.
In no way did I intend to spy on my son… although what I witnessed shocked me to the core. He was in my bedroom, naked, stroking his cock using one of my nylons and appeared to be talking to someone while his laptop was open (assumedly to porn, but the screen was facing away from the camera).
I stared in shock.
Realizing I was watching my son jerk off, I quickly exited from the app. After a moment though, I decided to check on him again with the idea that I needed to see if he was talking to someone. It was one thing to masturbate at home, even on your mother’s bed, but quite another to invite someone over for sex.
I grabbed my ear buds from my purse and went to the washroom.
I sat on the toilet, put my earbuds in and pulled the app back up.
My son was still on my bed, still jerking himself off, but what I heard next was way more shocking than seeing him masturbating with one of my nylons on my bed.
“That’s it, Mom, suck my dick,” he groaned, his eyes closed. There was no stranger in my house, he was pretending to have sex with ME!