Part 6
I woke up late the next morning, and the bed was empty. Tom had told me he had to go into the office for most of that Saturday. I got dressed, putting on my panties, sleeping tee, and shorts and walked towards the kitchen. As I passed Jake’s room, his door was open and he wasn’t home. I called out to him and there was no answer. I smoked a bowl and sat on the couch, my usual Saturday routine. As I tried to get motivated to clean, I thought about what happened the night before. Jake came in and I called him over.
I told him how his actions last night were not ok, and that he really took a big risk that could have gotten us caught. He told me that he was frustrated after having a few drinks and thought getting my panties was the least I could do for him, since I didn’t help him w

Part 5
The next few weeks were great. I discarded my morals, and shame, and just enjoyed our new found closeness. I justified it, thinking that since we weren’t having sex, it wasn’t that bad. I just went about things for the sake of having fun and loving the attention. We’d touch each other as we passed and every few days, I’d surprise him with a pair of my panties. The first time I gave him a pair, the three of us had spent the afternoon running errands. As we shopped, when we were out of sight, he’d play with my crotch and I’d rub his cock over his shorts, getting me extremely wet. At lunch, I went to the bathroom and removed my satin and lace panties, not caring that at times my bare pussy would be visible under my skirt. I returned to the table and when Tom went up to the counter t

Part 4
I don’t know why I thought things would be normal after that. I had crossed a major line with Jake, and no matter how much I wanted to justify it as just a learning experience, it was more than that for both of us. I couldn’t get that day out of my head. I continued to masturbate often to that day, knowing it was so wrong but the taboo nature made it that much more exciting. The first few nights, after that day, I would try to get Tom to have sex with me, but he denied me each time. I became content with the fantasy of that day and that sustained me for the coming week. Jake was really loving after that day, and that was a wonderful bonus. He was a lot attentive and helpful around the house and wasn’t too inappropriate. Occasionally he’d run his hand over my ass or tits, when Tom

Part 3
Things were normal for the next couple of weeks. We never mentioned the pictures again, other than when I asked him to delete them a few days after sending them to him. Jake started summer vacation and was out with his friends, most of the time. He told me about this girl that he was interested in and soon they went on their first date. He was so excited, telling me all of the details. With his attention on this new girl, he seemed calmer around me but filled with questions on what to do with her.
One Saturday I had the house to myself once again. Tom was out with his parents and Jake was out with his friends. I smoked a bowl and cranked up the music and started to clean the house, my usual Saturday routine. It was really hot and after a few hours of cleaning, and another bowl, I

Part2
The next day, I thought of a lie for the restrictions I put on Jake, telling Tom that I had caught Jake stealing a hundred dollars from my hidden money stash. I agreed that the punishment was a little harsh but that I would shorten it if he showed improvement in his behavior. Jake still wouldn’t look at me and I decided to let a little time pass, so both of us could process what happened. I couldn’t stop thinking about it all day and strangely, I found myself with a smile on my face. If I had mentioned any of this to my therapist at the time, she would have reminded me that my past sexual trauma was contributing to my current behavior. “The repeating patterns are never a good sign.” That I need to stop this quickly, before it escalates, and I agreed with her in my head… but there w

The movie finished and I looked around the plane. The cabin was dark, besides the flickering lights of other people watching movies. I turned my screen to the flight information, looking at the plane’s path. We were about half way to home. I looked over at my son and husband, both fast asleep, and I was envious of their ability to sleep anywhere. I took out my phone and scrolled through my pics of our vacation. After a few minutes, I put my phone down and noticed Jake’s phone was on the tray table. I picked it up, unlocked it, and went to his picture gallery. I went through his pics, looking for a few pics I knew he took at some of the temples and tourist spots we visited. He had taken some really nice pics and selfies on the trip, and I was happy that I looked decent in most of them, but