Peeping Mom

Disclaimer: This is purely fantasy. I do not advocate anything in my stories, they’re simply for my, and now your, reading enjoyment. This is meant to be a short story. Enjoy!

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Her eyes fluttered open as she awoke. she sat up slowly, propping herself up on her elbows. Smiling happily as her eyes drifted down to her bare chest, pleased they were still perky at her age. Biting her lip, already feeling that tingling sensation that had awoken her in the first place. Glancing to her side, watching her husband sleeping peacefully. Sara tentatively reached over and brushed her fingers along his hip through the thin sheet covering his body, but all she received was a tired mutter in response. His body turned over and he breathed deeply, clearly still asleep.

Sara sighed softly, deciding to slip a hand down under the sheet between her legs. Already feeling a slight dampness on the front of her cotton panties, her fingers traced along the soft mound formed by her puffy lips under the thin material. A twinge of pleasure shot through her body, causing her nipples to perk up. She wanted so badly to please herself, but ached for something different. Looking over at the clock, a soft grunt of disapproval escaped her lips. It was 3:00 AM, already far too late to stay up teasing. She slipped out of bed and reached for one of her hubby’s long t-shirts draped over the nightstand, dropping it over her curvy torso. She crept quietly out of the room, closing the door softly behind her.

Moving down the hallway almost in a daze of lust and sexual frustration, Sara had the kitchen in mind.