Just the rain stopped, from the morning it's raining and just stopped in the afternoon. I finished my house works and my hubby's needs, and I let him in the bed. I felt something insufficient inside me. Because after our son and daughter started to go to high school, my hubby stopped caring for me in bed. He barely touched me, and he engaged himself very religiously and stayed away from me. So many days it makes me cry and pushed me to crave sex. But it becomes routine to me. Some days I masturbate thinking of some stranger men having sex with me. I kept myself controlled and averted the troubles. So the family stayed happy without any trouble. It's 3 pm noon, the rain stopped completely.
I came to the balcony and watch the road, the road was empty, except for the street dogs.

The wind passed with cooling inside my T shirt, I didn't wear any bra. The cold in the air made my nipples stiff and tickle inside my t-shirt. I was watching the road and saw the dogs suddenly start to engage themselves in the middle of the road.
I recognise those dogs are mother and puppy, but grownup.

And my mind went to the dogs. How come mother and son engage themselves in an intimate relationship, and think about the boundaryless relationship of the dogs. Suddenly my son ravi crossed my mind. I thought whether he also does the same, like the puppy engaging with its mother. How will it occur, if he tried with me? My heart started to beat fast and got a little aroused by the thinking. I leaned on the window and watched the dogs deeply. My boobs pressed on the wall felt a little better and got aroused inside me. I slightly moved my boobs on the wall, and my nipples felt good on the wall, my hand went between my thighs, and I caressed my pussy over my night pants. The dog was in a fast phase and it neared the finish, my fingers moved fast on my pussy. I grunted and reached orgasm along with the dogs. Now the puppy got down from its mother and it both locked up after the finishing. I felt the quantity of my cum, a little higher than usual. I felt little guilty about of thinking my son with me. But I didn't stop thinking about my son with me.