It was just a typical weekday night at home; little did I know that I would have the most fun I've had in a long time. It was just the evening of an otherwise average Wednesday night with nothing special happening. I had cooked and cleaned up dinner and I was relaxing on the couch, keeping comfortable under a blanket. My son was next to me, playing a game on his switch. I was scrolling on my phone, stopping occasionally to watch him play the game.

At some point, I got up to use the bathroom, and while I was in the bathroom, I realized that I was feeling a little bit turned on. I didn't think too much about it, I figured that the feeling would just go away after a little bit, but I was very wrong. I finished up in the bathroom and I went back to the couch and cuddled up underneath my blanket.

After not very long, the urges I'd been feeling in the bathroom were quickly growing stronger, to the point where I could no longer ignore them. I didn't want to go back to the bathroom right after I'd left it, and I didn't want to go to my bedroom because I was warm and comfortable where I was. I couldn't decide what to do, while my sexual urges grew stronger and stronger. I knew that I wouldn't be able to ignore what my body was telling me, so without thinking clearly, I made a quick decision.

My idea was that I could use the blanket over me as cover, and I could quickly rub myself through my clothes. Certainly this would satiate my body and wouldn't make me immediately need more, right? I made sure that the blanket was covering me completely and I pulled my legs up to my body so I was curled up under the blanket. With one hand still on my phone, I slipped my free hand under my blanket. I looked to my right at my son, and I couldn't help but feel naughty for what I was about to do, right next to him.

I carefully slid my left hand between my legs and I slowly pressed my hand into my body while sliding my hand back and forth. It felt incredible, giving in to my body's urges. I kept slowly rubbing myself like this and I let out a sigh of relief, because I was already starting to feel amazing. I realized that my son might have heard my sigh of relief so I looked over, but he was sucked into his game and seemed oblivious to what I was doing. This only turned me on more, and I felt so naughty for pleasuring myself next to him but it only made me want more.

I could feel the blood rush to my face and my heart rate increase as I thought about touching myself to completion right there. It was too late to stop now. I just had to do it. The excitement of making myself finish while I was right next to my son was too much and I couldn't stop myself. I moved my hand from between my legs and I slid it down my leggings, and into my panties.

I could feel my body's heat on my cool hand, and as I slid my fingers between my lips, I felt how wet I was just starting to get. I slowly slid my fingers into myself and I had to hold back the moan that nearly escaped my lips. I clenched my phone, trying to hold back, but a deep breath escaped my lips. I started to pick up the pace, sliding my fingers in and out of me, with each stroke feeling better than the last. My heart was pounding and I was struggling to keep quiet.

I kept going, feeling incredible as I pleasured my body on the couch. Each stroke of my fingers brought intense pleasure, and I was getting wetter as I realized just how close I was to making myself finish. I knew I had to finish the job, so I slid my ring finger and my middle finger inside while I rubbed my clit with my thumb.

Almost immediately, I was hit with a wave of pure ecstasy, I closed my eyes as my back arched forward, my now heavy breathing became ragged, and I was barely holding back my moans. I pressed my legs together as I convulsed, soaking my hand and my panties in my cum. Sliding my fingers out of me only made my pussy more sensitive, and I felt my cum covering my fingers, making them feel sticky.

As the feeling of my intense orgasm wore off, I started to realize how obvious I'd been when I thought I was being sneaky. I realized that I made so much noise and movement that there was no way that my son didn't know what I had just done. I looked at him, and although he didn't acknowledge it, I was sure that he knew. I sat there, curled up under my blanket with my messy hand still in my panties, and I couldn't stop enjoying the rush. I'd just made myself cum while sitting right next to him and I felt so naughty for it, but it felt so good at the same time.

While I was enjoying the high, my son eventually paused the game and went to the bathroom. I took the opportunity to quickly run to my room to clean my hand and change into clean panties. I went back to the couch, and I got back before my son, which told me all I needed to know; he knew what I did and it was his turn. He returned after a while, and we both continued on the evening, not mentioning it to each other as though nothing had happened.