He usually sleeps half naked, in his vest, and I have seen him thousand times like that. But that day was different. He was all sweaty and I noticed h...is huge bulge for the first time! That scene triggered the woman in me!Heat began to form inside my body. I must have stared at it for almost 5 minutes. I soon went and had a shower and forgot what happened.That night, I decided to approach my son to talk about his marriage. But he was angry hearing my words and he said he wanted to give me. "I skipped off to the house all smiles, but glancing back over myshoulder, I noticed that he was making no move to leave the pool. Iknew something must be up!I tossed my wet swimsuit into the sink and hopped into the shower towash off all that smelly old chlorine. I was standing in front of themirror towelling myself dry when I got a funny feeling. I knew he waswatching me. Sneaky as I could I checked around. Looking in the mirror,I thought I could see a peephole in the wall behind me. I put my. Yet there was still something missing. It was consuming my thoughts and not allowing me to completely enjoy the pleasure this lesbo was giving me, nor to reach the orgasm my body was dying to have, the concentration on my clit really driving me wild, but wild with frustration, not release.Suddenly the word popped into my head. A word that enhanced even more the position of power I held over this older, cute, lesbian. Yes!! "You mean, 'Yes, Mistress Bree', don't you?!"She looked up at me.... . ohhh, how do I say this?" Molly sighed."It's O.K., Mom. Just say it." Well, I wrote a story about a mother and her adult son, having an affair. And I posted some other fantasies about things like that. Including about a mother having desires for her teenage son." Are you serious? You put that on the Internet?" Yes. And ... I don't want to go into a lot of details about that right now. But, your father found all that and he read what I had written." Wow. Was he mad?" On the contrary. It really.