He likes my little tango songs

Hello, my name is Claudia and I'm 41 years old, I'm married, have a daughter, and this true story is about what's been happening with her boyfriend, a very good and nice guy we've known for five years. Our daughter introduced us to him a few months after she started dating him, and since then we've had a very good relationship, growing closer every day and having more confidence over time. After the first year of being together, he would sometimes spend the night at our house, which was normal until last year when I got up in the middle of the night to get something and didn't need to turn on the light because the kitchen curtain was still open. I felt someone coming a few minutes later, so I stayed silent, wondering if it was my daughter or husband, but the problem was that if it was him, I would die of embarrassment seeing me like that, wearing a very short pajama bottom and a braless shirt, we have confidence but never saw each other like that before. For my surprise, he didn't come to the kitchen but stopped at the laundry room, where he was wearing white boxers that fit him well, he didn't see me and I obviously didn't say anything, but what I could see from where I was standing with just streetlight was that he started looking at all the underwear hanging in the laundry room, by the way, I only use clothespins so I look and touch all the ones I washed that afternoon and then went to his room, I couldn't believe it, waited a few seconds and went back to bed, I couldn't sleep all night. A few days later and after not being able to get that image out of my head, I said I'm going to try this kid (he's 20), put on the smallest black thong I have and a loose light-colored pant, he came over that afternoon and I was prepared to fulfill his fantasy, then after a while and when my daughter went off to do her university things, I told him don't help me with some boxes I need to take down from my room, he had a very good vibe I accessed and came, I was the first to grab a bench, let my pants drop a bit so that you could see that dental thread which I like how it looks on me, felt like the one behind me was eating me up with his eyes, passed him the first box and was already nervous, passed him the second and didn't hide that he was looking at my booty, said ready and got down very slowly letting him see more yet, when I turned around without fear took hold of my waist touching the black triangle and he told me accommodate yourself, you can see your thong and by the way it's very pretty and looks spectacular on you, didn't say anything else and left the room.

I must confess that having prepared the situation and him ending up animating himself to tell me that made me get very wet, fantasizing until I couldn't take it anymore because of what was forbidden. That night I waited for my husband with that dental thread well soaked from what had happened to me, he did love and I was only thinking about how my daughter's boyfriend had gotten me off and the flower of masturbation that surely had been done when he got home, ended up like it hadn't happened in a while.

After that situation, we didn't touch on anything else and just looked at each other with the understanding that something had changed. Until this year, the day of my birthday, the doorbell rang around 11 am, an unusual hour for him to come by, but good because it was my birthday I thought he was coming to wish me a happy birthday, gave me a hug and the corresponding greetings (he's very attentive), invited him to have something and said he was only going to stay for a few minutes to leave something. You don't owe anything, it's just a joke he said and pulled out a small purple bag, told me you have to promise that it will be our secret and gave it to me. What is it? with a surprised face look at it I'm sure you'll like it. Opened the bag and found two beautiful tiny tongs, nothing exotic but for using every day just like I like them (he knows my tastes and I know he loves them). Tried to show him that I liked it, that I was '... It seemed like a crazy gift with a little cordiality but inside I was already getting excited again because we were in the same situation. I waved at him and he told me to see each other at night, he left and I stayed looking like an idiot.... What I can tell you and I love telling them is that I went to my room, took off my clothes, put on the blue one, looked at myself in the mirror and felt like he had imagined me like that and got turned on buying them, started touching my breasts, put a finger inside my pussy and let myself get carried away until I couldn't take it anymore and ended up masturbating alone in my room, it was very nice... Thanks for getting here, and since he keeps coming to the house, I'll probably do it again, it's showing him somehow how well I keep his gifts. What I'm sure of is that when I do, I'll tell you about it. Kisses.