Each step made my heart race and cock quiver. Click clack click clack she moved to the door. She opened the door and discoved me , ready and waiting....She stood in silence and surveyed her captured prey before giving an approving throaty 'mmmmmm' at, I assumed, the the large bulge under the sheets. Click clack over to the bed she slowly pealed back the sheet to unveil the present I had prepared for her earlier, another approving 'mmmmmm'. I could feel her hand running up and down the tube in a. Not really knowing what he as talking about I decided to have a look for myself. Grandpa was still at his book club and Grandma was out for the night. I went up to the spare room. I was amazed at the technology in front on me, a huge TV screen and an array of buttons. Everything was labelled so I pressed one marked shower room. “Bloody hell the dirty old goat had installed cameras in the shower” On closer inspection I realised there were camera’s everywhere! There was even one in Grandmas. Like me. I thought. But I liked strong tea too, so I let it brew until itwas wickedly dark"Tea's up!" I called, and he came stumping into the living-room."Stop where you are!" I shouted. He hadn't taken his wellies off. Once this was done, I allowed him further in. We had a conversation about the practicalities of the lawn, but I was aware that he was looking deeper into me than seemed suitable for the occasion. I had been right; the electricity was even stronger now that we had seen each. . cum. My son was cumming. I was watching the end of his masturbation, unable to look away from the muscular, young man as he groaned, his dick spurting a final blast just as he managed to cover himself with a pillow.“Mom!” he gasped.The shock struck me. The embarrassment. Just as I started yanking shut his door, I heard a woman moan from his phone, “Fuck your step-mother hard, son!”I yanked the door closed and stumbled back, my entire body burning with embarrassment. I hit the wall behind me,.