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It was the summer of 1980 in the school holidays. I did not have a girlfriend and so it seemed all I really ended up doing was staying around home. I did spend a little time with my friends; but overall my summer at home was uneventful. That is!!.

I guess I should continue by also mentioning the one other thing that kept me very busy throughout that summer was masturbating. Without a girlfriend, an 14year-old teenager has to find a way to release his sexual energy. I pretty much was unstoppable. Any time I had some privacy, I was finding a way to bring myself off.

I had a collection of porno magazines hidden on the top shelf of my closet. I know my mother knew they were there. I also know that she always knew what I was doing with them.

I remember the day it started. I actually came home from my friends house. My mum had been running late at work and therefore, so was dinner.

"Have you eaten yet, Mark?" She asked as I approached her in front of the cooker.

I gave her a quick peck on the cheek and then stood behind her closely as I looked over her shoulder. I saw what she was still cooking and replied, "No."

"This should be done in about a half-hour." She said.

My mum and I were extremely close. She knew everything that went on in my life from schoolwork to girlfriends. I just never felt uncomfortable sitting with her some evenings and talking about anything and everything.

Ironically, what was about to happen and continue for the next several days was something we were unable to talk about for quite some time.

I went up stairs to my bedroom and quickly stripped off my clothes. I stepped outside of my bedroom and took an immediate left into the bathroom.
I took a quick shower and as I was drying myself off in front of the mirror, I realized my cock was at full attention. As I said, there really were not many times when it was not.
I looked at myself with my hard cock and then couldn't help myself and started to stroke it. I knew I had a few minutes before dinner so I figured it was time to do it properly. I quickly returned to my bedroom; however, I didn't notice that the door did not fully close.

Such a mistake would normally lead to the most embarrassing times of a boy's life. For me, it ended up being one of the most exciting.

I reached up to pull down whatever magazine I happened to grab. It was one of my favorite "Lady's over 40" magazines. I threw it on the bed and threw myself right next to it. I knew exactly which set of pictures I wanted to watch this time.

I knew I didn't have much time so I immediately started to pleasure myself just the way I wanted. This particular time I was laying sideways on my bed on my left side. This gave my right hand perfect access to my hard young cock. As I slowly turned the pages through the pictures I continued to stroke it a consistent pace. I knew I had at least 15 minutes.

I simply spent time looking through this set of pictures and then moving to the next all the while slowly stroking my hard cock and I started a little faster strokes. At the same time, I think I threw my head back somewhat because when I did I saw that the door was open.

That didn't really bother me, at this point I was so into what I was doing I didn't really care. It was then however that I looked through the crack in the door and saw her.

My Mum was standing there in the doorway peeking through the approximately 4 inch space that it was open.

I stopped ever so briefly; but then something inside me made me keep going. My mind was racing because of the fact that she was still there, yet never said anything. I kept going at a steady pace. I decided to look directly at the crack in the door.

It was then that I saw she was standing there and I saw that her shirt was untucked. As I looked closer I saw that her hand was rubbing the outside of her skirt. Her other hand was fondling her left breast. I could barely make it out; but once I did it was obvious. My mother had been watching me wanking off and she was doing the same.

it was here that it all became so interesting. When I first saw her, my reaction was to stop. Instead, I kept going and looked closer at the crack of the door. At the same time, my mother must've had the same idea. She surely stopped for a brief second; but it must not have been long because I watched her hand move up and down underneath her skirt.

I could'nt make out much but I definitely could tell what she was doing. The fact that I was looking directly at her now had to be obvious to her. At this point I know she was aware I saw her.

I continued to watch her move her hand up and down over her crotch through the material of her skirt. Her left hand was grabbing her left breast and I could tell she was squeezing it. I continued to stroke my hard young cock but I slowed my pace just a bit. Normally I would never let go of my dick during a session. But now I let go of it exposing it to her in all its glory.

I moved my hand to the top side and I pushed my dick so it extended completely out from my body. I was showing off for my Mum. From what I could tell, she enjoyed every minute of it. It was obvious because at this point she now moved her hand inside the waistband of her skirt.

I couldn't wait much more and I had to grab my cock once again. My right hand was moving up and down my shaft. Her right hand was moving up and down her crotch underneath her skirt. I like to imagine that she actually had slipped a finger to deep inside her hairy pussy. I know that's what I was imagining at that point.

It really didn't matter though. We both were extremely excited and we both were about to cum any minute. In fact, it was no more than two minutes of this simultaneous pace that we both orgasmed at the same time.

Of course, mine was obvious. I shot my first load past the magazine onto my bedspread. It was the second load that ended up shooting directly onto the naked woman in the picture in front of me. As my cum was pumping out of my body harder than I had ever remembered it doing so, I watched my Mum completely stop moving. She completely froze standing right there. I really could not see her face because of the shadows. But I could imagine it in my mind and it led me to pump another glob of cum out onto the bed.

My Mum then started to quiver just a bit. And her right hand started to move up and down her crotch once again but very very slowly. Her left hand now unclenched her breast leaving a horribly wrinkled blouse. After about a minute she took her hand out of her skirt. I heard her take a deep breath followed by the sound of two knocks on my door.

"Mark?" She asked as if nothing had happened.

"Yeah, Mum." I replied in the same fashion.

"Dinner's ready darling,?" She spoke through the crack into the room in general.

My mind was racing," okay. Be there in a sec."

And then she was gone.

I stood there with my semi soft dick still in my hand. Some of the cum had dribbled down and was also on my hand. I didn't care I was still trying to get my head around what had just happened.

For a second I thought maybe I was just imagining what I saw. It wasn't like the door was wide open. It was only open a crack. Perhaps it was just my imagination that allowed me to watch her fully please herself to a complete orgasm. I knew better. It did happen. However, it looked like we both were going to act as if it never did.

That suited me fine because I was obviously nervous and concerned with how I would deal with my Mum now. If she was going to simply act as if nothing happened, so would I. It looked like my Mum and I were going to play a little "game" here. I could do that. However, I found out that the game would continue to get better.

I ran in the bathroom and washed up with the washcloth. I threw on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and was downstairs within minutes. My Mum was still doing something at the counter. I decided to take her lead and truly act like nothing happened. It was difficult but I continued on.

As I entered the kitchen I pulled up close behind her and looked over her shoulder.

"Mmmmmm, looks good." I said to her gently as I kissed her cheek. It was amazing because even though dinner smelled wonderful.

When I kissed her, she shivered. Dinner continued, and it was just like any other time before. It was even more special because of the fact that my Mum and I had mutually masturbated just five minutes earlier.

Everything went back to normal that night. The next day was normal and that I came home from playing football with my mates. I made my way into the kitchen and found my Mum at the kitchen table. I continued my routine as if nothing had happened the night before. I went behind her chair and leaned down to kiss her on the cheek from behind. I hesitated slightly though and it was definitely the longest kiss on the cheek I think I ever given her.

"Hi, darling. I sat in my usual spot right next to where she was sat. While I sat quietly I watched her read a letter she had. She really was lovely. I knew that; but I never had thought of her looks in that way. She was 31 years old. She had shoulder length dark hair hair. It was almost black, but not quite.

At dinner that night, I was looking at my mother in a whole new light. I realized just how attractive she was. My erection grew underneath the table.

When I was done, she of course asked if I wanted more. I assured her I was full and that I was about to go upstairs. However, it was here that I decided to take a risky step.

"I'm just going to go upstairs and read some magazines" I told her.

There was absolutely no way my statement could be taken in any other way. Particularly after what she had seen last night.

As I did everything in my room I kept looking at the gap between the door and the door frame. It was shower time. Normally I would undress in the bathroom. But I decided to take off my clothes right then and there. I walked out of my bedroom and wanted so badly to just walk down stairs and find my Mum wherever she may be. But instead, I was about to turn into the bathroom immediately to the left. Then I realized how dark it was down there.

So I walked naked down the hallway and I flipped the switch to make sure the hall light was now on. No one was down there to see me in my naked glory. I was disappointed Mum wasn't there.

I went into the bathroom and took a quick shower. I thought about leaving the door open but didn't go that far. As a got out of the shower and dried myself off I paid particularly good attention to my cock. Of course it did not take long to get hard.

I left the towel in the bathroom and walked naked back to my bedroom. I was very careful to make sure the bedroom door still remained open a crack. However this time I made sure it was open almost 6 inches or so. I know she had a much better view last time than me. I wanted to see more. I needed to see more.

I took my time picking the appropriate magazine. It was the one with the model the most reminded me of Mum. I was now obsessed. I joined the magazine on my bed and began my wait.

I didn't go directly to that series of pictures. Instead I simply started at page 1 and slowly started to go through as I took my cock into my hand. I played with it ever so gently with no intention whatsoever of doing anything major until I knew I had an audience.

I did not have to wait much longer. I saw some motion on the other side of the door. And then I saw her. My door was open and now here we both were. We were ready to watch each other as we explore each other's bodies with our eyes. The physical exploration of our bodies would come from our own hands.

I could see she was wearing a short pink nighty. It was one I had never seen her in before. It was sheer. I could see her breasts and nipples through it. Her nipples were extremely hard and erect. They always were. Something I always noticed on any chilly day.

Through the sheer nightgown I could see pink knickers. Although they were darker than the top, they still were very sheer. It was obvious how much dark hair there was on my mother's bush behind the material. I had seen my Mum naked and in her underwear before many times, but this was so different. Yet seeing the large patch of dark hair between her legs this time was special.

I started "the show" first. I turned the magazine to the pictures of the woman that looked amazingly like my mother. As I grabbed my hard young cock with my right hand, I turned the magazine around so that it was facing the door. This was my way of making sure she saw what it was that was exciting me. I wanted her to understand that I masturbated with her on my mind.

I started my methodical pace up and down my cock and she too wasted no time. She instantly moved her right hand and pushed it into the waistband of her sheer knickers. Within seconds she was now caressing herself rhythmically between her legs. Again, her left hand was grabbing her left breast as tight as possible. I made a mental note in case I ever had the option to do the same.

I continued to move up and down my cock. Then I laid back on the bed and pushed my hard cock to stand at full attention on my body. It was pointing straight up begging for Mum's pussy to sit on it. I waited patiently thinking that maybe perhaps she would push the door open and do just that. Instead I looked over and saw she was still pleasuring herself yet doing so much faster.

I decided to make sure to enjoy it to the fullest. I propped myself back in my side and now started to stroke my hard cock at the same rapid pace that my mother was caressing her hairy pussy. It was just about then that I became concerned. She had stopped. But I quickly realized that I had nothing to be worried about. Because as soon as she stopped both hands moved to her waist and she now was pulling her knickers down and stepping out of them. She threw them to the side and now went back to what she was doing before.

Only now, it was obvious to me that she was putting her finger inside her hairy cunt. In fact, after a few strokes it was her forefinger and her middle finger that were now entering her pussy each and every stroke. Each time a she pulled her fingers out it was obvious she was running them over her clit. That was the motion that seemed to get the most reaction from her face. As I watch her please herself to the fullest I was so glad I had the foresight to turn on the hall light earlier.

It was obvious she was about to cum. I had been focusing on her so much that I had completely neglected myself. For a brief period, I'm not even sure I was stroking my cock. I was so enthralled by watching her and I wanted to focus all my attention on her. It was now so obvious that she was about to cum. I realized that I had some catching up to do.

I started to stroke faster and harder. But it was definitely going to be her to reach climax first. Right then I watched her once again freeze and remain completely motionless and silent. At that point I realized how much heavy breathing and painting she had been doing just prior. But now there was nothing. She stood there completely still with her right hand very deep inside her pussy. Her eyes were closed so tight.

To this day, the most exciting thing I still can ever witness is a woman having an orgasm.

The excitement of it took over at that moment. She then started to quiver. I can remember the way she shook, and it finally made me cum myself. I watched her continue to shake as her right hand now moved very slowly over her soaking wet hairy pussy.
Her left hand continued to squeeze her breast and pinched her nipple.

The sight of her was too much for me and I threw my head back and my entire body clenched as I shot my first load completely off the bed. I managed to open my eyes quickly because I wanted to see her some more. Now her eyes were open. I think she saw the first shot, but I know she saw the second. It did not go as far and ended up on the end of the bed. As it shot, I saw her eyes tracked the motion of the young seed. At this point I decided to lay back and at the last two shots shoot upwards onto my chest and my abdomen. I laid there propped up on my left elbow still watching her as she slowly caressed her hairy pussy. Our synchronized pace once again continued as I slowly stroked my cock which was still fully rigid.

I wanted for her to come in and lick my cum off of my belly. But more so I wanted her to come in so that I could throw her on the bed and bury my face between her legs. So badly I wanted to taste that sopping wet hairy pussy. I had gotten a whiff of her odor the night before and now that intoxicating smell was in my head.

We both calmed down to the point where our hands were hardly moving at all. We continue to explore our bodies with our hands while exploring each other with our eyes. But we were very cautious to never make eye contact. It was then she stopped and reached down to grab her knickers off the floor. I remember how sexy it was to watch her put them back on. I also was turned on by the fact that I could see the dampness transferred to the knickers the second they touched her hairy crotch. But I would not be treated to that view for much longer.

There was no eye contact. There was no "goodbye", nor a "good night, darling". Instead, she turned and walked to her bedroom. It was obvious that we both were going to simply not acknowledge this. Yet we both seemed to want it and enjoy it enough to hint to each other how we could make it happen. That was fine with me. The hints would continue.

The next morning was like any other. I had breakfast quickly before school and I kissed my Mum goodbye. I did make sure once again as I kissed her I pushed my body up close. I may have even wrapped my arms around her while doing so. But then it was off to school.

"Probably going to Alan's after school," I told her.

"Should I wait up?" She asked. The tone in her voice made the double meaning of her question so clear.

"That sounds good Mum." I said it in a soft reassuring tone. "I won't be too late."

My day was usual at school, and I hung out at my best friends house. He was a little surprised though when I went to leave at about 7 o'clock on a Friday night.

When I got home, my Mum was once again reading in the kitchen. I pulled up behind her and planted a kiss. This time on the nape of her neck right near her ear. I felt her quiver and I could tell it was almost the same as when she orgasm in front of me the two previous nights.

Sat down next to her and we talked for quite a while. The amazing thing is how we talked like nothing had really happened between us. The only time our conversation became different was as the conversation was ending.

"I'm tired," I told her as I stood up from the table.

She then started to hint, "are you going to take a shower and relax?"

"Yes Mum, " I quickly replied. "Are you going to relax?" I asked in return.

She smiled, "yeah, after the day I've had, I need it."

I went upstairs and once again the same routine proceeded. This time however she was wearing a light blue sheer nighty that hung down a little bit further. It was much sexier though during our "session" due to the way she had to hike it up so high to please herself.

Other than that, everything was the same as the night before. It now seemed that I had a partner for my masturbation sessions. Nevertheless, these sessions soon got better.

The next day was Saturday and I didn't have school. The thought having my Mum home by herself had my thoughts running wild. Surely at this point something would happen wouldn't it? Yet I wasn't so sure I had the nerve.

The day went by quickly. That night I went out and Alan and I rode around town on our bikes and stopped at several friends houses. But once again, he was bothered when I said I was ready to go home shortly after 7 o'clock.

At first I once again feigned that I was tired. But then I was somewhat honest with him.

"I kind of want to spend more time with my Mum before," I told him.

"I can see," he seemed to understand. Yet he really didn't fully understand. I'm sure he was not planning on going home to masturbate together with his Mum.

Anyways, I got home shortly after 7, and Mum was once again at the kitchen table. I came in kissing her on the neck and once again could tell it excited her. I didn't sit down though and instead open the fridge looking for some food. I found some cheese and ate it over the sink while the two of us talked briefly.

I quickly finished and then told her I was going upstairs. It was then that she made it more interesting.

"I'm going to go take a shower and unwind in my bedroom." Ironically, she looked at me with direct eye contact as she said it.

"Okay Mum," I replied and I went upstairs and knew that tonight would be even better.

I got in my bedroom and before I could even start to undress I heard the shower start up. This was perfect. I got undressed and took my shower in the main bathroom. When I was done, I didn't hear the water running in Mums room anymore. I was extremely nervous. I went back to my bedroom and I decided to put my underwear and a pair of black shorts on.

All the lights were off in the rest of the house. Yet the hallway light was on. I looked at my mother's bedroom door was open about five or 6 inches. I felt my heart pounding inside my chest. There was something that made this so much more exciting.

I stepped up to the crack in the bedroom door and peeked inside. Now it was my turn to stand and my Mum was going to be comfortable in bed. When I first looked inside she was not yet in bed. She was looking inside her top left drawer. I knew it was her knicker drawer because of the times I had gone through it rubbing the soft material all over my hard young cock. Several times in the past I had stolen her underwear to cum in them.

Now she was reaching in and pulling out some stockings. I watched her sit on the edge of the bed as she slowly put on these dark black shiny nylons. She started with the right and pointed her toe up to the top of the mirror in front of her. She slowly pulled down the stocking over her heel and up her calf until finally reached its resting point on her upper thigh. It was so obvious that she now knew I was there. She continued by repeating the exact same motion with her left leg. That was all she put on!.

To this day I fantasize about what else she could've worn but of course she would've ended up taking it off almost immediately thereafter. Instead, I do take comfort and how sexy it looked as she scooted herself back on her bed with herself propped back on her pillows. She was now sitting back and turned slightly so that I had a perfect view.

I wasn't looking straight on; but for the most part I could see directly between her nylon covered thighs as she already started to move her finger around her dark bush and intoh er wet pussy. In her usual pattern, her left hand immediately found her breast and started to squeeze tightly. I simply watched. At this point, I didn't even touch myself. I could feel I was rock hard, and the tip of it was sticking out of my waistband.

I watched Mum continue to play with herself just as I always had. But it was obvious that she was much more in her element. Her eyes were closed and you could tell she was pleasing herself exactly as she wanted and normally did. I finally had to give in and instead of wasting my efforts trying to stroke my cock through my shorts and underwear I simply took them completely off right then and there.

I stood there fully naked and started to stroke my cock. I now realized it wasn't as comfortable. But I was excited thinking about what I was going to see from my mother now that she was comfortable.

As I watched her continue to play with her hairy pussy, I saw her eyes watching my hard young cock as I stroked. It was amazing how the two of us knew exactly when we could look at each other's eyes. I continued to slowly stroke and enjoy the show. It was not much longer after that that she sat up and got off the bed. My heart was racing. I thought maybe perhaps this was finally going to become more. I wanted it to be more; but I have resigned myself to the fact that I could not be the one to make the move. I don't know why, but I couldn't. But I knew that if she was willing and made the move I was more than willing to fuck my own mother. I wanted it so bad.

So when she sat up and got off the bed I was ready. Instead, she opened the top drawer of her bedside unit. She pulled out a box covered in fabric. She immediately turned it over and dumped the contents onto the bed.

On the bed was a vibrator. Nothing fancy, just a simple white plastic vibrator. Yet seeing it excited me to no end. I also could not tell what else came out of the box. There was a paperback book of some sort. It was just days later I found out it was a graphic i****t sex novel when I "borrowed" it for an evening.

Then I noticed what the other items in the box were. Just as I had tried to show her what I was masturbating to, she was showing me these Polaroid photos and where they were. I could not fully make them out right then and there. But it did become obvious to me that these were nude photos of her. That was the fact that I could not handle anymore. I started to stroke extremely quickly.

Mum looked at the photos and laid them on the bed so I could barely see what they were. She then laid back once again in the same position as before. She took the white vibrator and started to lick it. She caressed the entire thing with her tongue and eventually put it in her mouth completely. All the while I continued to stroke my hard cock and knew that I was not going to make it much longer. In fact, it was at this point that I didn't care. I figured I would make this session a "double".

As my mother continued to suck the white plastic cock I started to frantically stroke my hard young cock. She then took the vibrator out of her mouth and turned it on. I could hear the slight buzzing as she then moved it down and began to touch her nipples with the tip. Her head instantly moved back in ecstasy and it was then that I realized quickly that I had nowhere to go with the inevitable results. I didn't really care, and I don't think Mum did either.
One more stroke and I couldn't help it. My entire body shook and quivered. And then the first shot exited the tip of my young cock and ended up going through the open doorway and landing on my mother's bedroom carpet. Intermediately the second shot followed and almost went as far. Meanwhile, my Mum took the vibrator from her breasts and instantly shoved it inside her hairy cunt. That was when I shot my third and fourth load once again directly down to the ground not caring about the mess.

I stood there continuing to slightly stroke my cock and now began to enjoy the show. Mum had shoved the vibrator deep inside and was now moving it inside and out with her left hand. Meanwhile her right hand was rubbing her clit and doing so rather quickly. I continued to play with my still hard young cock and realized that it was not going to take long to once again to cum.

I pushed the door open and made my way into my mother's bedroom, quickly closing the door behind me. I now stood there holding my erect young cock still glistening from the cum dripping from the tip.

My Mum had stopped and for the first time I actually tried to look at her eyes. It was then that she closed her eyes and instantly went back to work on her hairy pussy. To this day, I don't know if she closed her eyes to avoid my glance or because of the sensation that must've overtaken her. Because it was merely minutes after that that she had her first orgasm. While I watched my mother freeze in ecstasy followed by continuous quivering.

I started to stroke as I watch my Mum complete her orgasm. This one was different though because she clamped her legs together and was able to lift her arse off the bed. I watched her hips rise as she continued to climax. This excited me so as I continued to stroke my hard young cock.

My pace was slow but deliberate. Yet my control did not last much longer. About the time my mother started to relax and separate her knees was when I was moving once again at a full pace. I could see her soaking wet hairy pussy as she pulled the vibrator out. Her right hand continued to very slowly rub her cunt and her left hand brought the vibrator to her mouth.

As I watched the vibrator disappear in her mouth I came once again. The idea of her tasting herself was amazing to me. I think it was more so that I wanted it so bad. Again, I did not worry about where it went and my seed was spread all over her carpeted floor. I did not care.

As I stood there still holding my semi limp young cock. I stood there and admired her beauty. I now looked at my Mum in a totally different way. She was absolutely stunning. She was also sexy, and also naughty. I looked at all these aspects of her that I never knew before.

She took the vibrator out of her mouth and set it down. She then started to get up, and I reached down to grab my shorts and almost started to leave.

"Wait, darling." She said gently. This was the first time anyone had spoken during our "wank sessions".

I stood back up holding my underwear in hand still completely naked. I was somewhat embarrassed at this point. However, now was the first time I had ever really truly looked in her eyes during this time and it put me at ease. She slid over to the edge of the bed and stood up. She reached down and grabbed one of the Polaroid photos. She walked over and handed it to me with a smile on her face.

"Don't ever forget me." She said.

I reached around her and pulled her close. It was just like any other loving hug from my mother. Well, except for the fact that I was naked and she was wearing nothing but black stockings as her own juices continued to drip down her leg.

I vividly remember that hug. This was the first time I'd felt her warm soft skin and it felt wonderful next to mine. I also could smell her natural smell was emanating from between her legs. There was also a wonderful odor that permeated throughout her body simply from what had happened just minutes earlier.

All of it was confusing, but yet it wasn't. Neither one of us got excited to the point where we moved on and did more. For some reason, we knew that this was not the time. She was the first to break the hug.

She took a step back and I was forced to unhook my arms from behind her.

"Go to bed now darling," she said in an extremely choked up voice. "I'll see you in the morning."

I couldn't help myself, "I love you Mum."

"I love you too darling so very much." She reassured me. "Now go..."

I can still hear those words to this day. That was the beginning of my adult journey. I turned from her and walked out of her bedroom and across the hall. I heard her bedroom door close behind me.

As I stood there in the hallway naked with the light still on I realized what she had given me. I looked down at the Polaroid and it was special. The picture was her laying back on her bed wearing nothing but black thigh high stockings. Her legs were spread apart and you could see the slight dampness of her hairy pussy.

Looking at her face I assume the pictures had been taken probably some years earlier by my Dad before he left us.
I could tell she was happy at the time and I tried not to picture my dad taking them. But the look I saw on her face here once again made me happy. It also gave me something to remember the moment by. In fact, I ended up using that photo to remember the moment many times when I went to college and beyond.

Epilogue

This is pretty much a true story, these events remain very clear in my memory. Our relationship remained extremely close and very shortly after this, our relationship took on a whole new turn.

Ultimately, it led to the two of us becoming more intimate than ever.