Complicity

I'll tell the complicity that's been going on in recent months, as you already know we're a common and ordinary family like any other, many photos and posts have already shown my wife and they know how divine she is, we're very passionate about each other in the sense that we're always kissing or caressing and those things, many times we get carried away and don't realize our son is watching us, that's why I'm coming to tell the complicity that makes me feel more connected to my son, so to speak.
All started one afternoon when I got home and without him realizing it, I saw my son spying on his mother (I had already been noticing that he was looking at her with other eyes, going through that age and knowing that the heat rises when we're teenagers), while she was bathing, I didn't know what to do in that moment, so I left and said nothing, I must say that this situation took me to a level of excitement that I didn't think I'd have...
The days passed and it was as if I had seen something that wouldn't let me calm down and was on my mind all the time, so one day when we were alone with my son, I decided and spoke to him, waited for the moment of dinner and we started talking
P: do you have something to tell me, son?
H: no way, I think not, because you're asking it...
P: because I think there's something you need to tell me
H: I don't know what you're talking about, if everything that happens to me I tell it to you just like I tell mom
P: is that true son, but I think this won't please your mother (at that moment he remained mute and red)
Hey, I don't know what you're referring to
P: if you know and know that it's about your mother (he got nervous at that moment), so tell me.
Is it because she's a good mother and treats me well and we have trust, is that it? I don't know why the interrogation
P: it's not an interrogation or anything and don't try to get out of it with that, I went through your age and I know what you think, you think I don't notice how you look at my mom.
Her: if like every son looks at his mother, nothing more
P: Look, I'll be clear once and for all because you're giving me too many twists. I know you look at your mom with other eyes and that you look at her while she's bathing.

H: Eeeeeh, what are you saying? How am I supposed to do those things?

P: Don't get nervous, calm down, I know what's going on and I realize how you look at your mom, it makes me a bit bad that you don't trust me enough to tell me these things.

H: Honestly, I don't know what to say, it's not easy, but you're right. For some time now, I've been looking at Mom with other eyes and at her partner in general...

P: How is this? Tell me, can you confide in me? If I didn't say anything when I caught you spying, I won't say anything now.

H: If you're right, well... I don't know how to say it. Everything started one day when I saw Mom's underwear. That caught my attention (since that day I like checking the underwear drawers) and when I tried to grab them, I felt something I'd never felt before, and you know what kind of underwear she uses... And since that day, everything changed in me, I started looking at Mom more closely, it's also true that one day I saw you and Mom kissing passionately and touching each other. At that moment, my mind was thinking many things, like how it's wrong because they're my family...

P: But look what I'm finding out! I didn't think about the underwear, although thinking about it makes sense... Because once your mom made a comment about it, but I didn't give it importance.

H: And that's all. I don't know what else you want me to tell you. It makes me uncomfortable talking about this...

P: You know you can trust me and tell me everything you want. What do you really want?

H: I don't know... What I think can't be said, and since it can't be said, all I can do is look and spy...

P: But are you crazy? How do you want that? Already too much because I'm not saying anything because you're spying. Get used to it and respect a little.

H: If you forgive me...
That day we didn't talk about the topic anymore, he got up ashamed and left, days passed and I didn't say anything to him either, but not going to deny that that conversation changed something in me and I couldn't believe he was touching his mother's lingerie... nights without sleep thinking about that conversation and one day I decided to help him.

The next day I went and talked to him and told him I would help him with what he wanted, obviously I cleared up that it was looking and having some fresh lingerie for him, he cut the conversation off and asked me...

H: Look? What are you looking at?

P: And look at whatever you want, I'll leave you and try to make sure your mother doesn't find out

H: Ah, do you talk about spying in the bathroom?

P: Yes, in the bathroom and whenever you want when we have a relationship, I can tell you when we're going to do it and you can look

H: And is that okay with you? Do you know how hot it will be looking?

P: It doesn't bother me and if it does, but for now this is what I can help you with, I wouldn't mind if you masturbate looking at us having sex, but this has to stay between you and me

H: I won't tell anyone...

That night I prepared and told him his mother was going to take a bath and he should take advantage of it, she got in the bath and he looked at her from the window, we put a bench so we could get close and look, when he saw me there I took advantage and went to look too, we started looking and the heat that generated was out of this world, being with my son spying on his mother was something very crazy, he didn't say anything but started masturbating, at that moment I left and entered the bathroom, said goodbye to my wife and told her she had taken the clothes for washing, she said yes but didn't know my intention was to give him that thong to look at and masturbate with it, so I arrived and gave it to him without knowing what to do, he was in a heat-induced state, I told him to finish and put it in the washing machine, I went back to my room and waited, she came and didn't say anything, we started having sex, at that moment I tried to leave the door open. open, to what she didn't want because I knew our son was there, I said no he left (which wasn't true) and opened the door, already with the light half on much couldn't be seen, but I realized our son was looking at the door, that was a night of great pleasure for the family, what my son asked me most was to see his mother's bras, I would leave some in his room whenever I could... So several months passed and it got complicated, getting worse and worse... Later I'll tell more things, hope you like them