It seemed that the best solution to my uncomfortable situation with my son was to find another place and time to masturbate and perhaps provide him with privacy. After discovering the swimming pool, the jacuzzi and my new 62 year old apartment complex friend, I began leaving each night at 10:00 to get some exercise and to 'enjoy' my new hot tub experiences.
Within a few evenings my new lady friend was showing up each night at the same time and we were becoming more and more open with each other. She was widowed and retired and told me that she had always had a strong sex drive. She said that she had not dated and found the prospects of having a sexual relationship with a man quite uncomfortable. She was happier taking care of her own needs.
Over a few weeks we gradually became comfortable relieving ourselves togeather in the jacuzzi, and even began to talk about visiting each other's apartments. One evening as I was lost in the flow of bubbles that were doing their magic with my clitoris, she slid across the seat and placed her hand on my bottom. I was shocked at first, then found her touch a welcome assist to the erotic feeling of the water. As I continued to unduate against the jets she slipped her fingers inside my swim suit and cupped my bottom, squeezing it in time with my own motions. Her fingers gradually slipped down so that she was making contact with my anus. I came very quickly with her pressures and after I did she hugged and kissed me, planting a very sexual kiss on my lips. As she kissed me and we held each other her own fingers were furiously working her clitoris and she suddenly came with a gasp.
We pulled away and she apologized saying that she had never been sexual with a woman before. I admitted tha I had never done anything like that either, but that we both apparently needed the release.
Since that evening we have started to touch each other in the jacuzzi and to kiss and hug each other when we are togeather. Now as if that is not enough confusion, I have learned that my son has been spying on us. Wondering what I have been up to on my regular trips to the pool, he told me that he has been following me and that he 'knows about my lesbian relationship.'
When I asked him what he saw, he said that he watched us fingering each other. I really don't think I am a lesbian, although I must admit that I like my new friend and that I am tempted to accept the invitation to her place for dinner which she has been offering. I am a bit concerned that if I go she will ask me to go further than our limited touching has taken us. And I am also concerned that I will not want to resist.
I still hear my son masturbating at night. Now he seems to wait until I come back from the pool to start. And he is louder than ever. Some nights, even though I have already had a climax in the hot tub with my friend, his noises cause me to touch myself again.