As I walked in the kitchen my son was already in there. He looked me up and down paying particular attention to my very short skirt. I could feel his eyes on me following me around the kitchen everywhere I went as he sat at the breakfast bar. One part of my head was telling me to go back upstairs and put my knickers on, the other part of my head was telling me let my son see up my skirt without me wearing knickers. It would satisfy his curiosity and then we could go back to normal and he would stop following me around to look up my skirt. I was just about to go back upstairs and put my knickers on when my son said, “Can you get the Cornflakes out of the cupboard for me please?” This stopped me in my tracks and I turned around to go to the cupboard. I knew that I would have to bend down to get the cornflakes out and my son would see this, but what happened I was not expectin. When I have done this before with knickers on my skirt has ridden up a little to show him the crotch of my knickers, but this time I bent over and my skirt shot up over my bum. I was completely exposed to him. There was no knickers to stop my skirt from riding up, just my smooth bare skin which the skirt slipped over so easily. I heard my son take a sharp breath and I took longer than was needed to get the cornflake box out of the cupboard.
Part 4 to come XX
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