That night in bed I could not help but think of my son looking up my skirt, and as much as I tried not to get excited over him looking up my skirt I did it did excite me and I could not help but have a play before sleeping. The next day was the same, again he would follow me around taking every chance he could to look up my skirt. It astounded me that he wanted to keep looking up his Mother's skirt to see her knicker clad bum.
That night when I went to bed, before getting undressed, I got my hand mirror and bent over in front of my wardrobe mirror to see what my son saw. That’s when I got a shock as I saw what he saw. You could see my pubic hair sticking out each side of my knickers. Was this the reason he liked looking as in this day and age almost all women and girls are clean shaven down there where I am not. I have lots of hair, I have a lovely hairy cunt. When I got in bed I ended up playing again before going to sleep. The next day I got up, had a shower, got dressed again in that short skirt and just as I was about to open my bedroom door to go downstairs I stopped. I put my hands up my skirt and put my thumbs in the waist band of my knickers and pulled them down and stepped out of them leaving them on the floor as I shut my bedroom door and went downstairs.
As I walked downstairs I stopped and almost turned back to go and put my knickers on. All thoughts were going through my mind like what the hell am I doing? This is your son. But then other thoughts came in to my mind like he clearly likes looking up your skirt, it must be the hairs from your cunt sticking out of your knickers that he finds so intriguing and what harm will it do? He's only looking after all. I then took another step down the stairs then stopped again as more thoughts went through my head. God woman, you have no knickers on. He's going to see more than just hairs. Again I started to turn around to go back up the stairs but again I stopped as I thought, but maybe if he sees me without my knickers it will satisfy his curiosity and he will then stop following me around.
So as I went down the stairs having convinced myself of this. I opened the kitchen door to find my son already there.
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