A literotic sexstories: Forbidden View – Part 1 – Intro by laterlifestories ,
My True Stories are told as accurately as my memory will permit. Nothing is embellished to make it a “better” story. The only intentional changes are privacy details
BACKGROUND
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Cindy and I had been seeing each other for a while. A divorced mom with two older daughters, she’d begun to shed her sexually repressed past more and more as our relationship continued to unfold. These events take place after the “Mother’s Indecent Gift” story, as she continued to embrace her desire to submit and please.
Before I met Cindy, she had considered one orgasm a week to be good. Since then she’d not only discovered she was very multi-orgasmic, but she had become addicted to pleasure and the way she felt when she was with me.
With this newfound pleasure a problem arose. Cindy not only felt guilty that she was experiencing so many more orgasms than me, but she began to fear I might grow bored of her.
It would be a long time before she’d admit just how afraid she’d been that I’d leave her. That mix of fear and guilt fed a need within her to “even the score” with me. From that mindset and need, this story arises.
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PART 1
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PRIVACY PLEASE
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Cindy was back at home having spent the evening with me. Her pussy still throbbed from our time together and she wondered if she’d ever make it through a day again without her panties becoming embarrassingly wet.
Cindy had gone to the bathroom upon arriving home in hopes of catching a shower before making dinner. Yes, it was late but she was certain no one had eaten dinner yet. It didn’t matter that everyone was old enough to fend for themselves; her daughters still expected mom to cook, and more and more that meant eating dinner after 10pm
Cindy was letting the shower warm up as she sat on the toilet when suddenly the bathroom door opened. Hanna had heard the water and had thought she’d find her mom in the shower instead of occupying the seat she so desperately needed.
For a few years after her divorce, Cindy rented a trailer to help her conserve money. While it was a fairly large trailer, it only had one bathroom. To make matters worse, the laundry hook-up was also in the bathroom, so for Cindy, the bathroom rarely provided her the escape or privacy most people enjoy.
Cindy was both frustrated, and glad, for the intrusion. On one hand, she was glad her daughters were comfortable around her and would ask her questions that most daughters never would ask their mom, but she also wished that they respected her privacy a bit more. Hanna and Nicole couldn’t understand all the stress she was under being a single mom and at times she wished she had a place at home she could escape to and recharge.
Cindy finished going to the bathroom, stood and then undressed. As she got into the shower Hanna started telling her about her day, and once the shower curtain closed, Hanna took her mom’s place on the toilet.
If Cindy had hoped for the privacy to tease her breasts and pussy as she replayed the events of the day in her mind, she would be sorely disappointed. Instead of just peeing and leaving, Hanna stayed in the bathroom as she told her mom all about her day, including the latest drama with her friends. Hanna’s monologue continued until Cindy finally emerged from the shower, clean but without having gotten the chance to make herself cum again.
As Cindy opened the curtain she wasn’t surprised to see Hanna still sitting on the toilet, with her panties still around her ankles. If Hanna had flushed the toilet then Cindy’s shower would have suddenly become hot, so Hanna had neither flushed nor stood up after once she finished what she’d come in for.
Cindy was drying off when Hanna finally rose to her feet. When she stood, Cindy caught a quick glimpse of the brown hair between her oldest daughter’s legs. Cindy made a mental note to tell me about this latest bathroom “adventure”, knowing I’d be shocked by yet another example of how open her daughters were with her, despite them being well past the age in which most daughters hide their bodies from their parents.
Cindy recalled that I’d recently asked if she thought her daughters were shaved, trimmed or natural. She had stated “Nicole shaves bare but Hanna stays natural”, but I had questioned whether she just thought that or if she’d bet her house on it. Cindy could only imagine what my reaction would be when she told me that she knew, without a doubt, Hanna’s pussy was still naturally hairy.
Hanna waited for her mom to have her clothes on before she opened the door to leave the bathroom. As she left, Cindy couldn’t get the idea of telling me about what had just happened out of her mind. She knew I’d be jealous and would ask a million questions, but honestly, there wouldn’t be much to tell.
For Cindy, what had just happened was an ordinary occurrence and there wasn’t anything special or sexy about it at all. But for me, Cindy knew I’d give most anything to have been able to watch Hanna pull down her panties, pee and then stand back up, without hesitating or trying to cover up.
Cindy recalled how turned on we’d both gotten when she showed me a picture of Hanna in a bikini as I masturbated smelling her worn panties. That had been the first time she’d ever openly teased me sexually with the thoughts of her daughters. Since that day, I’d told her, more than once, that that memory would forever be one of my favorites.
For a moment Cindy wished I could experience just one of these “ordinary” events of casual nudity, so she could see how it affected me, but she knew that was an impossible wish. Her daughters weren’t exhibitionists after all; they simply weren’t modest around their mom because….she was their mom. For that reason Cindy knew that she was the only person on earth that would ever witness both of her daughters offering such casual, and random, acts of nudity.
As Cindy brushed her hair her phone buzzed as a text message came in. She stood in front of the mirror, as she read my message. I’d asked if she’d been left alone long enough to get that shower she had wanted. She replied by texting me a picture of herself, hair still damp, along with the caption “Shower yes, privacy no”.
As Cindy returned to brushing her hair she realized there might be a way for me to experience these spontaneous and subjectively-erotic day to day events. The question in Cindy’s mind wasn’t “How could he experience them..”, but instead it was, “Should I …?”
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BABY STEPS
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Saturday morning Cindy made breakfast for everyone and it was no surprise that she was the only one awake. Everyone, including herself, tended to stay up too late at night; however, Cindy still woke up at the same time each morning, even when she had nothing to do.
Cindy took a calming breath as she walked in and turned on the light to her daughter’s shared room. She pulled the pillow out from under Hanna’s head and hit her with it a couple times as she said “Get up, get up, get up! I made breakfast so get up!!”
Both girls groaned and Hanna tried to hide her head under the blanket. Cindy took the pillow and smacked her again before turning to Nicole to take a swing at her too. Both girls fussed and told their mom to go away, but Cindy wouldn’t budge.
“No. I made breakfast and you girls are going to join me. I’m not leaving this room until I see you up and out of bed, so move!”
The girls moaned again and accepted defeat. They hated their mother’s wake-up calls. It didn’t matter how early or late the wake-up call was, their mom was relentless when she wanted them up. On days they didn’t cooperate they’d find themselves being shot with a water gun she left in the refrigerator and if that didn’t work she’d return with cups of ice water. She’d only had to pour a large plastic cup of ice-water on them once, after that just the threat was enough.
Hanna gave up and sat up in bed first. “Fine, I’m up, now leave me alone” she cried.
“Oh no, I need to see you up, on your feet and dressed before I leave”. Next Cindy turned to Nicole and said, “That goes for you too. Get up or else…”
A loud sigh came from Hanna’s bed as she said, “You’re so mean”. She pulled her sheets back, swung her feet over the side of the bed and then stood up. Her hair had been pulled back in a ponytail the night before and it had mostly come undone as she slept, leaving long brown strands hanging down around her face. Standing next to her bed, she wiped her eyes, not thinking twice about the fact she stood before her mom wearing only a tight white tank top and dark blue panties. After a quick stretch, which caused her tank top to rise up almost to her ribs, she looked down and spied her pajama pants. Hanna took a small step, bent at the waist, picked up her PJ pants and then slid them on. Finally, she looked at her mom and said “Happy?”
Cindy smiled as she said, “Happy? Clean your room and then we’ll talk”. Cindy then turned towards Nicole and said, “Come on, you too;” however, Nicole had already begun to follow her older sister’s lead. As her youngest daughter came back into view, Cindy saw Nicole sitting on the edge of the bed wearing the black t-shirt and shorts she’d slept in the night before. In a dramatic fashion Nicole jumped to her feet, threw up her hands and said “Tada!”
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