This is a snapshot of some of my typical behavior...it was Saturday night about 11:30, my oldest is out with friends, and is actually late at this point (said he'd be back by 11) but I'm not stressing about it. my youngest is downstairs watching TV. I'm upstairs on the computer, surfing porn mostly, some e-mails to friends (my friends don't know I look at porn, but my sons do...that's got to be weird or wrong somehow) I caught them with porn on their computers, and that got me interested ( extremely turned on really) I'm enjoying the privacy...wearing nothing but a long T shirt...playing with myself at times...
My favorite porn is MF, or MFM, or gang bangs and public sex, outdoor sex, women with toys, oh and MILF stuff. I've heard from my oldest that I'm considered a MILF, so after I found MILF porn on his PC, I had to look myself...and loved it. I tried talking to him about it, but got mostly one word answers...we can usually talk about anything, even sexual topics, like has he had sex ( he has) , does he get embarassed by the idea of me being a MILF (he thinks its cool)...
So time flies by as it does when you're lost in the web, not to mention very excited...especially when I'm looking at stuff that I know my boys have looked at. I copy web addresses that I find on their PCs Not sure why that stuff is more exciting...but I have let my imagination wander...knowing that they must play with themselves too while they're looking at it. personally I think its healthy for them to see whats out there, to get an idea of how the world is...
So I suddenly realize its about 1AM when I hear a noise downstairs and realize my son and a few friends have just come in...I jump up and go to confront him for being so late, running down the stairs, boobs bouncing, T shirt hem flying around...and there they are at the bottom of the stairs watching me. They are drunk and/or stoned and struck speechless at first... I'm still feeling excited by the porn and suddenly aware of my nipples being rock hard and very obvious under the fabric of the shirt...and I'm loving the feeling of the three of them staring at me...feeling like I did as a teenager when I was being naughty at a party ...caught, but not ashamed...
Any other moms act this way? Am I way out of line for being so ..whatever you want to call this?
