Unaware Mules.pdf

It was a hot summer afternoon and John's mother, Veronica, was busy in the kitchen preparing dinner. She moved around the kitchen in her high heeled white sandals, the click-clack of her heels echoing through the house. John was hiding behind the kitchen door, his iPhone in hand as he secretly filmed his mother's every move. Veronica bent down to check on the pasta pot, her short skirt riding up slightly to reveal more of her toned legs. John zoomed in, his breathing getting heavier as he watched on the screen. With a flick of the wrist, he started slowly pleasuring himself, transfixed by the sight of his mother.

As Veronica turned to grab a colander, her heel slipped on a patch of spilled pasta water. "Oh!" she cried out, catching herself on the countertop. John froze, heart pounding, but she seemed okay.

Veronica carefully stepped over to the sink, unaware of her son's presence. She lifted one foot, wincing as she felt a glob of sticky spaghetti from last night's dinner squish between her toes. "Ugh, what a mess," she muttered. John couldn't tear his eyes away as she carefully wiped the pasta off each foot, her delicate toes splayed out. He had to bite his lip to stifle a moan, working himself faster. He loved seeing his mother like this, vulnerable and unaware that he was drinking in every move. If only she knew the power she had over him.

After a few blissful minutes, Veronica finished cleaning up and headed off to change before dinner. John slunk away to the bathroom to finish what he'd started, his mind still reeling with forbidden thoughts of his alluring mother. He knew it was wrong but he couldn't help himself. Those taboo urges consumed him whenever he caught a glimpse of her tantalizing body. He couldn't wait to see what other opportunities might present themselves for his secret filming.