In the evening, my husband and I chose for a long time what is best to wear from the panties the next morning for earrings. It was decided that it was too early for me to wear body-colored thongs in front of my son. We chose white translucent Brazilians with a lace front. Dima gave me this set for March 8 with the words that now the Brazilians are the most popular panties for brides. Of course, they, too, are not too translucent, but their fabric is lighter and the design in the front is no longer so dense. So in front of my intimate triangle, if you really look closely, it is even possible, if desired, to make out. Well and to these Brazilians in a set there is also quite a piquant bra with soft cups from the same fabric.

I noticed that Seryozhka is really trying to spy on me while my father is gone! He was spinning near the bedroom door when I change clothes after work. I now completely do not close the door to the bedroom, so I saw in the reflection of the mirror how he secretly peeps from the corridor. Vida, of course, did not file what she noticed. Her back turned away, stripped down to her panties and walked from the closet to the dresser for home clothes. I don’t know if he saw my chest or not - I was so worried that I didn’t dare to look in his direction so as not to frighten off ...

By the way, to my disappointment, my Brazilians did not make much of an impression on Seryozhka. But he was much more interested in my bra. Honestly, she used to wear it and didn’t particularly notice that his cups were so transparent. Not really, of course, but close to the contours of the nipples appear through completely, if you look closely (which, by the way, Seryozhka all our breakfasts with him sneak in and did!).

A few days later I had the feeling that my son already understood the intention of my morning behavior as a cautious invitation to him to be more open in the absence of his father and with the silent permission of his father. But neither son nor I have done anything so far to break this new equilibrium in our relations.

Recently, my husband noticed that lately my nipples through the fabric have become more distinctly show through. Especially with the son. It is very possible. I myself feel how everything is straining in me both from above and below because of the piquancy of this whole family situation. Constantly because now you think about it. Yes, and my nipples are really plump - so stand up and stand up with erotic stimulation. When I think that, maybe sometime in the future, one of my breasts will be caressed by my husband and the second by a son, and that they will do it at the same time ... Just goosebumps start to run from excitement with obscene thoughts.

Dima offered me now at home under clothes or a bra not to wear at all, or to wear a high-necked T-shirt. Or a dressing gown with a scent, from time to time to enable Seryozhka “accidentally” to examine my chest when bending. In fact, I don’t wear a bra at home, but I don’t wear a tight T-shirt.

I decided to consult with Michael on the Internet. He wrote to me: “A very good idea about Brazilian panties - I know what it is, because I have three daughters and a wife. They will give him to appreciate your beautiful ass without showing too much. The t-shirt is fine, but the dressing gown is better. Can always open inadvertently and show more. Try to pose in front of a mirror in a robe, look in what position this particular part of the body will look most effective. I mean the clearing at which tilt he can see your chest or hips in a favorable light. Follow his gaze, his reaction, his growing interest. Let the spouse appear naked before him more often. The main thing is for the son to get used and react normally, because he is just discovering a new world for himself and cannot be disappointed.I hope that next time you will allow yourself more openness towards your son. It seems to me that he is already waiting for your next step. ”

She told her son at breakfast that she probably would not be able to go to the country this weekend due to the fact that Ira comes to us to rest during the last weeks of the holidays. And we will almost certainly not be up to the problem. Seryozhka, of course, outwardly agreed with this argument. But I could immediately see from his frown that he was upset. Apparently, I really hoped for the next three of us to have a bath - and here it was such a bummer because of the arrival of my sister. And while it is completely unknown when he again falls "sector prize" on the drum.

Although, in fairness, it should be noted that yesterday he dropped a small bonus. And without any intention on my part and quite by chance for both of us! Already before bed, I went to the kitchen. And on the way back she ran into her son. I thought he was already asleep. At first I didn’t even understand why he was staring at me like that. Only when her eyes dropped after him, she realized that I was standing in front of him in only one nightie. And her fabric - one name, all shines. If I used to go out in it, I always usually put a robe on top. And here I didn’t expect the son to leave the room ... Damn !!! It is good that at least under my nightie I had sleeping panties. But I did not file a mind. She smiled and wished him good night and went to the bedroom. I don’t know if he was looking at me from behind or not. When she told her husband about this incident, he confidently suggested that he even managed to see my chest through the fabric of Seryozhka even in a couple of seconds. I, frankly, also thought so. Well, okay - this is even for the better.

P. S. from the author. “Family history” is written based on real events in the family of one of my readers. I am not going to invent plot moves and what was not in this family in reality. And, of course, the following parts of “Family History” can never be ahead of the course of events in reality. So we will be patient and just look forward to further developments in the family of my dear interlocutor. Because the real author and creator of the story is she. And I'm just a modest editor of an even more modest author.