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“Hey mom,” I said to my mother just before I got inside her car, each word feeling like a
razor blade cutting through my throat as I said it out.
I knew she loved me, and I loved her too, but I wasn't really her biggest fan those days.
Giving her the silent treatment was something I would’ve preferred, but it was only going to
break her heart more, and since the pain caused by her recent heartbreak was too much
already, I didn't want to add on to that.
“Hey Baby,” she replied and I gave her a chilling stare which saved me a few words to
remind her that I wasn’t a fan of cuddly words too those days, especially at school. “Hey
Man,” she tried again, planting a kiss on my cheek as soon as I settled on the shotgun, and
even in moments she was genuinely trying to show some affection and be happy, I could still
tell how desperate she was to get over my father. Running away from him
was the reason we’d moved to a new town -- to start over, and she had to tag me along with
her, ruining my life in the process. “How was your day at school?” she asked, starting the car,and on a second thought, I figured I didn’t want to talk to her – starting with answering thatquestion. Instead, I decided to have a quiet and peaceful drive home as I counted all the things ourmove to a new town ruined in my life. I didn’t have a car anymore, and that was the reasonshe’d come to pick me up at my new school, making me feel like I was some thirteen year olddweeb. Starting off at a new school in the middle of the last semester of high school was in itselfsocial suicide because there was really no point in making real new friends when high schoolwas almost over, and thinking about how my mother took away my real friends and my promdate when we moved made me want to hate her.That wasn’t the last of it, and even though I was likely going to get over not having realfriends and a prom date as soon as high school was over, I was almost certain that for a longtime, I wasn’t going to forgive how she ruined my chance to get laid for the first time. It took me two years of dry humping to get my girlfriend, trisha to agree that prom nightwas the night, and with me moving eighteen hours away, that wasn’t going to happenanymore, and anyone put in my shoes would’ve understood my frustration. But mom wasn’tlike that -- she always assumed that I could roll with the punches.“How was your day at school?” she asked me again, and flinching away to try and show herhow much I thought that question was more of a burden to answer didn’t help – she keptwaiting for the response. “It’s still the same…I’m still trying to settle down,” I eventually replied her question after awhile, and yes, I was still trying to settle down and probably find myself a hot chick. My dick missed getting sucked and fucking tits. Those were things trisha used to let meenjoy, but those days I was just surviving on video calling to watch her jill off in front of thecamera for me. Sometimes we masturbated together, and she wanted us to continue doing thatuntil the day I was going to go back for her to get the fuck she promised.But with my mom still calling the shots, that day could only come after I finished high schoolbecause it was the only time I was going to have the freedom to travel back to trisha, and asmuch as I looked forward to that day, I just couldn’t wait that long if there was a chance that Icould find someone to fuck before finishing high school.My life was also in my new home town now, so even though trisha and I were going to fuckafter we finished high school, our relationship wasn’t going to survive the distance, even withthe frequent video calls to jerk off staring at each other. She was the type that could manage to have that kind of relationship though, but I couldn’tsentence myself to that kind of life, and to be honest, the way we were keeping the flameburning wasn’t really cutting it for me. I needed the real thing. But just because I still had tofind Keisha’s replacement, surviving on the video calls and fantasies of her cupping my ballsand sucking my dick was all I had at the time, and on a daily, I was beating my meat at leastsix times.That was also another reason I had to find trisha’s replacement because my hand couldn'tgive me the type of orgasms I got from her blowjobs or when I fucked her boobs, and evenwith that aside, masturbating six times a day was unhealthy – I had to have the real thing.Real fast too, because the lack of gratifying orgasms was getting me hornier by the day, andmy need to have those types of orgasms was about to go through the roof. “Did you make any new friends today?” Mom went again with a burdening question and Ifelt it when she glanced to check the distracted look on my face.“Just a few,” I replied and looked out of the window again, wondering why she wasn't gettingthat I wasn't in the mood to talk. Whenever she felt like that, she always demanded that I stopped pestering her until she wfine, but she wasn't doing the same for me, and that was being unfair. I felt like lashing out suddenly, and let her know that it wasn’t right that she wanted me to remain nice to her whenshe had failed to understand me when I begged her to stall moving until I finished highschool. But my thoughts were suddenly distracted by considering the possibility that if I were to get agirl who was a virgin again, she probably was going to make me spend time fucking thighs orthe top of a panty-clad pussy like Trisha made me do. Heaven knew I wasn’t cut out for thatagain, and I quickly stopped thinking about it before I began feeling hopeless about managingto beat my target to get laid before I finished high school.“I bought some flowers and we’re going to be doing some planting in front of the house thisafternoon,” another attempt to make conversation came from mom and I glanced at her. Herface was beaming and she was gleefully smiling. She really adored our newtwo-bedroomed house she had got for a bargain. It wasn't that bad,but it needed major touch ups, especially the leaking roof and the water stained ceilings, andafter thinking about what she’d just said again, I smiled too. I was three orgasms behind schedule that day because in the morning I left for school withoutjerking off, and all day during school I thought about how I was going to get to it the momentI was going to get home. That’s why I smiled at the news that we were going to do some yardwork that afternoon because staying outside to get some work done was going to keep mom out of my way each time I was going to jerk off, and for me, the work was going to provideintervals between my wanking sessions. Great,” I said in response to her and she mumbled something else I didn’t catch. That mademe glance at her because I thought she was talking to me. She wasn’t, and just after I realised that, my eyes were caught by her exposed bronze legs.The knee-length skirt she was wearing had ridden up to a few inches below her crotch as shedrove, and too little was left for imagination. I triedto look away, but I couldn’t -- I felt it too compelling to stare at her smooth and welltoned thighs, and during the moment that I did that, my dick twitched, preparing to startgetting hard, but before that happened, I somehow managed to look away eventually, andafter that I laughed at the way my dick had reacted to what I’d just seen. “These hormones are getting out of hand,”I thought that too. My friends always said that my mom was hot, and even though she kept her body in shape byworking out a lot, I didn't look at her in that way. She was my mother and the last woman thatI expected to turn me on in the world, so I dismissed what had just happened as a one-timer,but I ended up glancing at her thighs every ten seconds until we got home.As I got out of the car, I looked at the front of my pants and I saw that I had a noticeableerection. Looking at my mother’s thighs had made me hard -- that was another first for me,and as I went to my room, I tried to wait for the erection to go away on its own because eventhough I had plans to jerk off a lot that afternoon, I couldn’t stroke the boner my mothercaused.It felt wrong, really wrong, but that stopped counting when the boner failed to relent, and Ieventually gave up and realised that my right hand and a bottle of lotion were the only thingsthat were going to get rid of that disgusting boner. I called it a disgusting boner because I got it from watching my mom’s leg, but utterlyrevolting doesn’t start to describe what happened next. The image of the thigh that gave methe boner I was stroking is all I could fantasise about, and midway through my wank, Ivisualised mom coming into my room.“Hey baby,” she said, slowly walking in, her body covered by a slinky nightgown whichmade it obvious that she was wearing nothing underneath. I paid closer attention, and watching the curves of her boobs clearly outlined on the front andher erect nipples poking on the fabric of the nightgown made me stroke my cock faster. Andher thighs, they were bare right up to an inch of her crotch, and imagining the pussy my eyeswere going to see if she were to raise up the bottom of the nightgown a little doubled up the“Care if I join?” She asked as she kept approaching and my eyes kept stuck on her crotch,hoping a wrong step was going to make the nightgown ride a crucial inch up her thigh to make me see her cunt, and as if fate needed all my wishes to come true, that wrong step happened right after I wished for it.Though it was a quick flash which lasted less than a second, I saw it. I saw her slit, separatingtwo symmetrical puffy lips of cunt which rubbed against each other on the next step she took,showing me a flicker of her pink inner flesh for a split second before that sight was stolenfrom my eyes again by the nightgown which dropped back down to cover her crotch. But inmy mind, the image was permanently carved, and for a long time, I was going to keep replaying it.“No,I don’t mind,” I replied her proposal to join me, my throat dry, and my left foot alreadymaking the first step towards her because I wanted to take off her nightgown and fuck.“No fucking, I’ll just get naked like you are, and then I’ll lie on the bed to show you my wetpussy… and then we’ll jerk off together,” she quickly stopped me and I reluctantly did thatthen I continued stroking myself when she began taking off her nightgown. Slowly andenticingly, she left it fall off her body and with each inch of her smooth caramel skin that gotexposed, my arousal got worse and I started preparing for an orgasm.“Oh God,” I groaned when the nightgown slid to her belly, exposing her plump and roundboobs adorned by round and dark pimply areolas with the longest nipples I’d ever seen in mylife standing stiff in the middle. “Oh God,” I groaned again when the nightgown slid belowher waist, making me see her beautiful smooth shaved cunt for the second time, and the wayher engorged clit was poking out at the top got my heart racing so fast my blood heated, andsuddenly my veins were on fire. Each and every nerve in my body felt that sensation, and as I watched her walk over to lie onher back on my bed, the feeling kept intensifying. Lying spread-eagled first, she snaked downher right hand towards her wet slit while the left hand was making her moan with the way shewas fondling her tits, and when the right hand made it to her slit, she ran three fingers up anddown it a few times before fucking the middle inside of her.“Mmmmm Charles,” she moaned, her eyes closed and her middle finger starting to smoothlyslide in and out of her juicy sex while wet noises coming from there were getting louder witheach finger prod she sent inside of her. “Come kneel between my legs and continue strokingyour cock baby… I want to watch you stroke your monster cock while I fuck my pussy --come,” she desperately called and as I went to kneel between her legs, she raised her kneesup into the birthing position.After I settled in the middle of her parted thighs, my eyes kept watching her fingers pushingin and out of her wet pussy while I began stroking my cock really fast, my right hand only ablurry sight before my eyes. She soon began moaning wilder, and as she kept picking up thespeed to her already quick and furious jabs, I became too distracted to continue stroking mycock because watching her pleasure herself like that was amazing.“Oh yeah baby, oh!Keep stroking your cock for me. Come on,” she prompted as she reachedfor my left hand and when she got it, she put it on her right boob. “Yeah, touch it. Yeah, feelmy tits baby come on… feel my tits and stroke your cock baby,” she desperately moaned andI began doing what she requested. After a few minutes, tension in my balls started building up quickly and I knew that in a femoments I was going to come. Without fail that time, so I decided to change what whappening in the fantasy I was playing in my head to build up to a better orgasm, ansuddenly my mom reached for my neck and pulled me down to lie on top of her. “I need have you now -- put you cock into me… fuck me son,” she breathlessly begged andhurriedly slid into her wet cunt and began hammering away at her.It didn’t take long after that before the tension in my balls finally gave way to the moviolent orgasm I’d ever had in my life. I came like I’d never done before, and I feltsignificant amount of energy leaving my body as I shot out long strings of sperm on a tissuand once I was done having that orgasm, it was back to reality again. Everything slowly started to sink in and go in place – I’d just used my mother in a fantasyand imagining the two of us fucking gave me the most amazing orgasm I’d ever experiencedin my life. That quickly became wrong when the morals she’d taught me took over, but tomake the guilt of the sordid things I’d just done less, I dismissed fantasising about her asanother one-timer, just like how I’d gotten aroused by staring at her exposed thighs during theride back home. But in reality, what had just happened was the first sure sign that the way I was looking at mymother had changed, and even though I promised myself that it was the first and last time thatI was ever going to fantasise about us fucking, it was only a matter of time before I realisedthe truth. Before that time for me to realise the truth came, I got out of my room and went tohave lunch then I went outside to make flower beds after finishing my meal. A few minutes later, momcame out to plant the flowers and I was almost done making theflowerbed. She was wearing old three quarter pants and an equally worn out shirt. Nothingabout those clothes was boner-causing, and the effect she had on me seemed normal again.“Oh,” she sighed, disappointedly dropping her shoulders and slapping her palms on herthighs. “I forgot to take out the flowers from the car.” “Let me get them for you,” I said as I dropped down the rake I was holding then I dashed tothe car to get the flowers and she was down on her fours when I came back. All her attention was on the holes she was busy digging to plant the flowers in, and I realisedthat because her shirt had gone up her back and she didn’t pull it down. Her pants had alsomoved down a little, leaving strands of her G-string and a few inches of her buttcrackexposed. What I felt earlier about her clothes not having any arousing effect on me instantly changedthe second I noticed her G-string and buttcrack exposed like that, and when a sudden rush ofwind blew past us, she quickly covered herself when she felt it on her exposed back. It wasobvious from her reaction that she did that to keep me from noticing what her clothes leftuncovered, but that reaction was a little too late because I already had a boner. If that incidenthad happened on a day I wasn’t insanely horny, I could’ve managed to wiltthe boner and continue the yard work, but since that wasn’t going to happen, and since I wanted to avoid getting seen with my boner, I suddenly dropped the flowers by her side andrushed inside the house to masturbate. The bathroom seemed more suitable for the furious quick wank I wanted to have, and themoment I dropped my pants to my thighs and gripped my pulsating cock, my mom was onmy mind again. That time she just appeared naked and ready to start the action unlike the lasttime when I visualised her teasing me with a strip and mutual masturbation.“Come fuck that monster cock into me honey,” she purred, her left hand fiddling with bothher nipples at intervals, and her right hand on her pussy, showing me what I was supposed togo for.Without wasting time I went for her, and everything about the way I approached her and sunkmy dick into her hot and tight pussy was urgent. The fuck I fantasised she and I having after Istroked my dick inside her was feral, and so were her moans and screams as I imagined her grappling me all over as she tried to steady herself and avoid losing her footing.
“Yes honey…Ohhh. -- you’re stretching my cunt. Ah,” I imagined her moaning that
to me right before I held her neck with my right hand really tight, almost choking her and
soon after that the fantasy was over as I had another thunderous orgasm. Just like the time I masturbated in my bedroom, I shot out my seed on a tissue and after I wasdone, I flushed it down the toilet then I went out of the bathroom feeling relieved from thequick and furious wank I’d just had. The moment I set my eyes on my mother again, I wantedto start feeling bad for using her in my fantasy for the second time that afternoon, but all Icould think of was if I was really not going to fantasise about her the next time I was going to
jerk off.
Morals and raging hormones aside, the orgasms I got when I masturbated with her in my
mind were earth-shattering, so even if I were to find my morals again or manage to have my
hormones back in control, I made a choice at that moment that I wasn’t going to give up
fantasising about her.
It was going to be my own secret she didn’t have to know because I knew once she found out
all there was going to be for me was trouble, even v******e, because she was just strict like
that. “Where did you go, I need you to help me out honey. Let’s make our home nice together,” she mildly chided when she saw me and I picked up a bunch of flowers to plant
before I replied her.
“Sorry,” I apologized, and with that, all was forgiven and we finished the rest of the yard
work without any interruption from my dick.
With the dirt we were touching around while we were planting the flowers, we both needed
showers right after we finished, and showering is what we went to do in our respective
bathrooms right after we got inside the house. I stayed in my room after I was done and I only
came out late in the night when I got called for dinner.
“Please grab the plates and water glasses on your way sweetie?” She asked the moment I
showed my face in the kitchen and I kept looking at her, my eyes stuck on the nearly
transparent nightgown which she was wearing under a purple bathrobe.
That was her usual dress code at night, but everything was now looking different -- the
nightgown looked provocative and my blood almost instantly began racing faster. The fact
that she wasn't tying the belts of her bathrobe added fuel to the situation because she didn’t
wear a bra at night, and I could see her dark nipples poking on the front of the thinned
nightdress.
With my dick already hard in an instant, I realised I needed to keep seeing her nipples during
dinner, so I sat opposite to her on the dining table and whenever she bent forward to reach for
something, I caught a glimpse of her meaty tits dangling freely inside her nightgown.Seeing her tits dangling like that kept happening a lot, and at one point I sensed that she
noticed I wasn't being my normal self, but checking her out was the last thing she expected
me to do, so I didn’t stop, and my dick stayed hard. Midway through dinner, I started
thinking of stroking that boner right there at the table to see if jerking off while looking at her
was going to make me cum like I did when I fantasised about her.
It was too risky, I knew it, but within a few moments I stealthily slid my right hand under the
table and undid the button on my pants then I slowly pulled down the zipper, making sure it
didn’t make a loud zipping noise.
“Why aren’t you eating?” She asked because my right hand was still under the table opening
my pants and I quickly brought it up and lifted the fork without answering her question. A moment later she stretched her hand to grab a bowl and her right boob and its nipple which
was poking on the thinned nightgown got exposed again.
My dick flexed up and almost showed over the top of the table, and instead of the right hand I
always masturbated with, I put my left hand to work. It was the weaker hand, but it was going
to work just fine because I wasn’t planning on stroking myself as fast as I did when I jerked
off in private, and as I enjoyed my slow and sensual strokes, my eyes kept stuck on my
mom’s chest, catching every glimpse of her boobs each time her hand movements made the
robe move to the side, exposing her big round breasts.
After a few minutes, I got lucky when she made a slight move to the left and her robe
permanently moved to the side. I began seeing her left boob with more detail and without it
getting covered constantly. That made my cock even harder and I started stroking it faster,
cleverly stealing glances at the tit, but I mostly concentrated on the area around exposed
nipple.
My aim had suddenly changed to making myself orgasm before she made another slight shift
that was going to block the arousing sight I was seeing. That happened, and the moment m y
sperm started tunnelling up my shaft, I flicked a napkin from the table onto my lap, making
sure that it looked random. Just after that, I started coming on the napkin and mom noticed my face frowning. She asked,
“The food tastes a little burnt right?” I just let out a low unintelligible sound which was more
of a groan as I wiped off the tip of my cock and crumpled the napkin into my pocket, but she
took it as a yes. “I’m sorry, you can have mine, its tasting fine,” she said, trying to push her
plate towards me.
“No! It’s fine. I’m almost full anyway,” I quickly stopped her.
She shrugged her shoulders and shook her head, baffled, and I didn’t worry myself with that
because I knew shehad no idea what had just happened. Dinner went on quietly from there,
and when I got done, I buttoned my pants before I got up from the table. She and I did the
dishes together, and every time she had her eyes away from me, I checked her out.
The hot woman my friends always said they saw in her started appearing right before my
eyes, and after stealing glances at her ass a couple times, I realised that even before that day, I always thought that she had the most beautiful round and tight ass I’d ever seen on a maturewoman. Admitting that was just the issue, and as I looked at her other features, trying to rememberwhat I thought about them all along, I noticed that her full breasts were almost Ds, and thatwas the first time in my life that I ever estimated a bra size on them. They were just really bigtits on my mom before that day, and as I kept switching my eyes between her round asswhich made a nice curve away from her body and the hot thighs on which the curve of herass ended, my dick got hard again.
When I added the boobs to that list, I got harder, and until we finished the dishes, I had mycrotch pushed against the sink, hiding my erection. I waited for her to leave the sink first, andright after she did, I went to bed, planning to have one more wank before falling asleep, buteverything just became hazy the moment I put my head on the pillow.
Quickly after that, I saw nothing else and the next thing I knew, it was morning, and I woke
up with a boner which needed my attention. The moment I familiarized myself to my
surroundings, I started doing that, and the plan was to beat the meat at least four times beforeI got out of bed. It was a weekend, so I wasn't in a hurry to get to school on time, and mom wasn’t going tobother me because she always let me sleep in all Saturday mornings. She was a morning person though, and when I heard her busying herself around the house, probably finishingunpacking some of our stuff, it became impossible to fantasise about anything but her when Istarted stroking myself. That morning’s fantasy was her giving me a blowjob, and it was actually a memory of themost amazing blowjob I ever got from Keisha, but with my mom in it, and not my girlfriend.It happened a week before we left our old home and I was coming out of my bathroom,wearing a towel around my waist and nothing else on the rest of my body.
“Hey babe,” she said, standing up from my bed to approach me, and we kissed when she got
to me. “I’m feeling naughty today. How about I give you a blowjob?”
“O-Okay,” I stammered the reply, and as she lowered herself down on her knees, my dick
quickly stiffened and stretched out the towel. Once she took off my towel, I held her head and kept my hands there as she
swallowed me the first time. Her head then started rocking back and forth in time
way I was stroking myself, and with my mom as the one giving me head in the fant
feeling was heightened, but before I could stroke myself to the first orgasm, she
knock on my bedroom door.
I ignored her for a while since she couldn’t enter and find me awake with a stiff coc
palm because my door was locked, but her incessant knocking started threatening to
mood, and I ended up deciding to talk to her while I continued jerking off.
“I’m going to the grocery store, should I get you something?”
“No!” I quickly shot back the answer without thinking if there was anything I need
the grocery store.
“Ok then. I’ll be back just now,” she said and I heard her walk out of the house.
A few momentslater the car engine started and right after she was gone, I wanted to c
with the fantasy I was having before she knocked on my door. But suddenly, I though
panties and it seemed they were a better turn on than the fantasy.
I’m really losing control of this thing,I thought to myself as I got out of my bed, m
still hard, and when I got to her bedroom, I plundered her panty drawer. She had different types of underwear in there with different colours and designs. The best of
them all were a pair of white silk French knickers, and the moment I began rubbing them on
my cock, I decided to take off all my clothes and make the experience more sensual. While I
did that, I started picking the panties I’d left in the drawer one by one, smelling the sweet
scent of her pussy on the crotch of each panty I brought to my face.
I had no intentions of spilling my sperm on any of them though, but all off a sudden I felt
tension in my body growing and before I could react to that, I climaxed and spilled all the
sperm that came out of my balls on her silk French knickers. A moment of clarity hit me
thereafter – I’d just emptied my balls on my mom’s underwear.
It sounded wrong, and within a moment, it felt wrong, and after another moment, I started
feeling bad for what I’d just done. All the excitement I was feeling about jerking off four times that morning went away because of the guilty feeling I started having once I had my
orgasm, and as I kept holding the knickers that had quickly absorbed my jizz, I began
wondering what I was going to do with them.
I couldn't throw them back into her drawer with the rest of her underwear, so I decided that Iwas going to wash them and put them back before she noticed. With the guilt I was stillfeeling, I also decided that I was never going to ransack her panty drawer again and use herunderwear to pleasure myself. However,all those melodramatic decisions I was making turned out to be just the same as allthe momentary miserable episodes I usually experienced in the aftermath of a really goodorgasm. Because after I went out of her bedroom and stuffed the panties under my pillowwith plans to wash them later, I ended up forgetting about them.
I only remembered of their existence when I accidentally put my hand under my pillow the
next morning, and because the melancholic feelings of the previous morning were long gone,
I used them to rub myself to an orgasm again. And unlike what happened the first time I usedthem for that purpose, I didn’t feel bad about it after I had my orgasm, and instead of washingthem like I originally planned when I put them under my pillow the previous day, I decided tokeep them for use at any time I was going to please.“Honey, breakfast,” mom called from the kitchen just as I finished masturbating for thesecond time. My dick didn’t seem like it was going to be ready to be stroked again in a couple of minutesso I got up and went for breakfast, hoping that she was still in her nightgown because thatwas obviously going to turn me on and give me something to visualise the next time I wasgoing to jerk off.
“Morning mom,” I said when I got in the kitchen, and to my disappointment, she was already
in her day clothes and they weren’t showing skin except for her neck, face, and hands.
“Hey,” she said back, already getting up from the breakfast table because she was done
eating. “You should finish unpacking your stuff this morning...after you finish your breakfast.
Your room is looking like a junkyard,” she ordered and I had no plans of unpacking in a few
weeks.“I’ll do it next weekend mom,” I said and she was already walking down the hallway, goingto her bedroom or somewhere else -- I didn't care. The food was all my attention was at, so Icontinued having my breakfast and the next thing I saw in front of me was her pair of silkFrench knickers, still wet with my cum. That instantly changed a good moment I was having with my food into one of the mostterrifying moments I’d ever experienced in my life, and as I slowly dropped my spoon intothe cereal bowl, I also lifted my head slowly like someone was pointing a gun to my head.
“What’s the meaning of this Charles?” She asked with her angry voice and there was no
doubt I was in huge trouble, not to mention the embarrassment I felt. Not all hope was lost
though because I knew I was able to defend myself for masturbating, but I wondered how I
was going to explain using her panties as a masturbatory aid.
“Umm,” I muttered, trying to find a better way to explain myself, but there was really no
better way to say it.
“It’s one thing that you do your things on your sheets and I have to wash them. But this,” sheyelled as she put the panties in my face, and realising that she knew I masturbated all alongadded to the embarrassment instead of making it better since she already knew and wasprobably fine with it. For a few minutes which seemed like hours, she continued telling me off and the increasingshame that I felt eventually made me tuck my head down. “Do you know that masturbationcan make you go blind!” she screamed at one point and I wanted to howl my lungs out whenmy ears heard that. I managed to get a hold of myself before the laugh came out, but I couldn’t avoid smirking alittle, and when she noticed the smirk on my face, she got infuriated more. Because of that,her speech which was almost close to an end, got extended by half an hour and when shefinally shut up, the most agonising lecture she’d ever given me before that morning got bumped down to the fifth position.Nothing was worth occupying the second, third, or fourth position, and as she kept looking atme, probably waiting for me to cough up an apology, I was praying for the floor to open up and swallow me. She’d never shamed me like that in my life, and for the week that followed,
didn't masturbate or even think of doing it.
spent that whole week avoiding being in the same place with her too because knowing her
character too well, it was obvious anything I was going to do to piss her off was going to
make her start lecturing me all over again. That wasn’t supposed to happen again by all
means, and to increase my chance of avoiding setting her off, I made friends with a guy
named David the first thing Monday morning.
He lived close to our house and his car became my ride to school and back home starting
rom that day. When Friday came, I knew I had to find something to keep me away from my
mom during the weekend – a few ideas came, and for Friday night, there was a band David
and his girlfriend, LENA, were excited about.
Most people thought the band sucked and they weren’t going, but just to avoid being stuck in
he same place with my mom, I joined David and his girlfriend, sacrificing myself to the most
boring experience I was ever going to get watching a band.
“I’m going to sleep over at Derek’s tonight, don’t leave the front door unlocked for me,” I
said to my mom before I went out.
“Ok, seeya in the morning,” she replied from the kitchen and the next second I was out of thedoor.I found David at the mall and after watching the band for thirty minutes we all agreed theysucked. We left and spent half the night going from one party to another. His girlfriend had acurfew, and after dropping her off at midnight, Derek and I continued the partying until threein the morning.He was too drunk to drive back home after the partying, and he wouldn’t let me drive us therebecause he thought we were equally drunk, so we ended up agreeing to sleep in his car. Itried, but his car seats felt too uncomfortable to sleep on, and for an hour while he wasalready snoring, I couldn't manage to fall to sleep.
It was almost dawn and safe for me to catch a bus home to sleep in a comfy bed so I left, and
when I got home, it was still too early to wake my mom up. I decided to sneak in through my bedroom window, and as I took off my shoes, ready to throw myself on the bed, I heard
something like a moan.
I was tired like hell but that sound gave me energy to freeze where I was and listen more
carefully. A moment didn’t pass before I heard another moan, and that time it was louder. I
couldn’t doubt that it sounded like a woman getting laid, and although mom was a woman
who lived in the same house with me, my first suspicion was that she was watching a porn
movie because I knew very well that she wasn't seeing anyone.
But after realising how ridiculous it was to think that she was watching a porn movie at that
time in the morning, I thought maybe she was seeing someone but didn't tell me like she
always did.
When everything was fine between us, we were close like that, but with the way I spent the
entire week avoiding her, there was no time she could’ve had a chance to tell me anything
like that. But I knew once we were over my little indiscretion, she was definitely going to tell
me about the new guy. At the moment, that didn’t matter much though because my dick was
already getting hard, and my mind was pushing up a crazy idea to go and confirm if someone
was really shagging my mom.
I’d never done that before, although in the past she brought a few of her boyfriends over for afuck when I was around, and with everything I did the previous week, spying on her whileshe was getting nailed seemed to be okay. So with my dick still getting hard, and my heart racing faster with the wicked thrill ofanticipating to get to my mom’s door and stroke my erect cock while I fantasised myself asthe man fucking her, I tiptoed out of my open bedroom door, making sure that I didn’t make asudden loud noise.
When I made it out of my bedroom door, I saw light coming out of my mom’s bedroom. Her
bedroom door was wide open just like mine, and sleeping with our doors open like that was
something we always did, so I wasn’t surprised.
I was actually thankful that she felt the habit to leave our doors open at night wasunnecessary to avoid on a night she was going to spend getting fucked by a guy in her bed. Because when I made the decision to confirm if she was really getting fucked, I just wantedto do that and imagine what was going on in there once I made the confirmation.
But seeing her bedroom door open brought up chance of me watching live sex. There was no
point in stroking my cock while I fantasised myself as the man fucking her anymore because
a chance to watch her actually get fucked was way better, and with that thought in mind, I gotto her door quicker, wanting to watch the action a little bit longer.
Her moans weren’t getting any louder anymore, but she was still moaning like someone
getting fucked, and when I took a first peek inside her bedroom, there was no man fucking
her. But she was lying spread-eagled on the bed – completely naked, with her legs towards
the door, and a vibrator buzzing inside her pussy.
I got paralyzed, only my hard dick kept functioning as it stretched out the crotch of my jeanssome more, and my eyes kept working too because they stared. The last time I saw her nakedwas when I walked in on her while she was dressing and I was ten. It was only a glimpse,
which lasted for a second or two because my morals didn't allow me to look any longer than
that back then.
But of course, that was before I started seeing her through new eyes, and I liked the new eyesbetter because I was able to stare at her naked body for as long as I wanted, and since therewas no man fucking her, my plan changed back to stroking myself. Without the fantasy of mefucking her though, because watching her jill off with her vibrator was better, but as much asI felt like fishing my dick out the fly of my jeans to start jerking off at that moment, Icouldn’t.The rest of my body was still paralyzed with what I was seeing, so I stayed stuck andwatched while she raised her knees up in the birthing position and started pushing thevibrator in and out of her wet pussy as it kept buzzing.
“Oh yes -- Ah,” she moaned when her left hand squeezed her left tit, pinching the nipple
between her thumb and forefinger sometimes.
After a few moments, the left hand slowly went down towards her pussy, where her right
hand was still pushing the vibrator in and out sometimes, and when both hands were there
together, she started rubbing her clit furiously with the left hand, and the right hand began thrusting the vibrator inside her wet pussy faster while she furiously rubbed her engorged clitlike that.
“Oh my God… Oh my God… Oh my God,” she moaned as both her beautifully pedicured
feet got off of the mattress and wet up in the air with all her toes curled really hard. My
girlfriend always did that with her toes whenever she told me that I was eating or rubbing herpussy really good, so I had no doubt she was enjoying herself.
Soon, she began spreading the gap between her legs wider, and the moment her moans startedgetting wilder, she slowed down fucking the vibrator in and out of her wet pussy andmoments later, she completely stopped doing that and left it buzzing away with most of itslength inside of her. I realised that she was about to come and my live show was soon goingto be over.
If I were to walk in on her and catch her right at that moment, my past week’s indiscretion
wasn’t going to matter anymore because the two of us were going to be even. I was probably
going to emerge as the better person because masturbating naked like she was doing made
her look double as horny as I got on my worst day.
But as much as it was a good idea to walk in on her and make her know that I’d just found
out she masturbated too, I didn’t know the best way to make an entrance and avoid getting
the intrusion flipped over on me because she was cunning like that sometimes. But she made me feel like masturbation was the worst thing a human could do, and after
remembering how that went down, I wanted to see what she was going to do if I were to walkin on her more than ever. Storming in the second she was going to start having her orgasmseemed to be the perfect moment to make an entrance.
I just had to wait because she wasn’t there yet, and a few seconds later she screamed, “Yes!”
then, “Oh!” and quickly after that came “Yes! Oh Yes -- Oh my God. Ahhh!” After that she
just screamed and screamed, letting herself go as she thought she was alone in the house. I
took that as my cue to storm inside because I doubted if she was going to stop screaming at
that point.
“Mom -- is everything o --” I dropped my jaw intentionally, pretending to be genuinely
shocked by what was in front of me. She let out one more scream, and after that she did her best not to do that again, but the vibrator stayed in her cunt until the orgasm stopped makingher thighs shudder.
While she waited for that to happen, I took a good scan of her pussy and the rest of her naked
body up close, planning to use the image when I was going to masturbate after leaving her
bedroom. She had a really beautiful pussy, and the way it was glistening with her juices made
me want to kneel down and start lapping away at it while my hands mauled her big tits.
I would’ve loved to see how far that thought could’ve gone, but it couldn’t get any farther
than that because the confrontation about my storming in was about to come since her orgasmseemed to have just ceased. She sat up in a flash, keeping me from seeing her nipples foranother second because she quickly covered her boobs with her forearm, and just after shepulled out the soaked vibrator from her cunt, she crossed her legs to keep me from seeing themuffin too.
But that was a late reaction because in the few seconds her orgasm kept her from doing that,
my mind had already registered a lasting image of her bald piece of heaven. “What are you
doing here? Can’t you see that I’m naked? Get out!” she screamed, trying to frighten me with
the tone of her voice.
We were even. She found her panties with my cum on them, and I’d just walked in on her
wildly doing the same thing she spent more than half an hour making me feel bad about, so
there was no reason to be scared at her angry voice tone that morning. I kept staring her,
taunting her with a judgemental look while I savoured my triumph at shaming her like she did
to me the morning she found her panties under my pillow. Her most shocking and dirtiest secret had just come out in the open, forever tainting her
perfect image. I still couldn’t really believe it myself that she masturbated too, and that we’djust become one and the same. She no longer had the right to tell me that masturbation was wrong, and even if she might’venot realised it before she screamed at me, after seeing me being unresponsive to herthreatening voice, she surely did, and the way she quickly yanked up a sheet she was seatingon to cover herself proved that.As if what I’d done already wasn’t enough to make her feel embarrassed to death, hervibrator got tossed at my feet the moment she yanked up the sheet it was lying on, and as weboth looked at it, I felt her mortification swirling up in the air. To add salt to the wound, Ilooked up at her face with a sneering look on mine afterwards, but even though I dealt her aknockout blow by doing that, she still managed to be crafty.
I’m your mother for heaven’s sake,” she said that looking at my tenting erection
and although it was an obvious attempt to get back at me for shaming her with my intrusion, Ifelt too embarrassed to keep standing in her bedroom a moment longer. But before I left, Ilooked at my tenting cock, grinned at it, and then I looked up at her face and grinned at hertoo.
After I got back to my room with my dick still hard, I couldn’t get myself in bed before
wanking with the spectacle I’d just witnessed still fresh on my mind, so I unzipped my jeans
and finally fished out my cock to give it a stroke it had been aching for since the moment I
heard the first moan coming out of my mom’s bedroom.
It had been a week since I last masturbated, so nothing else considered, the orgasm was
inevitably going to be explosive, and when I closed my eyes and started seeing everything
from the moment I peeked into my mom’s bedroom, I couldn’t start imagining how amazing
it was going to be the moment I was going to start shooting out my sperm. The moment she fucked her vibrator inside her wet cunt while she was furiously rubbing her
clit at the same time is what I spent most of my time visualising, and I didn’t get much time
doing the same for the time she began screaming when she started having her orgasm becauseI suddenly came. I tried to keep replaying everything I saw while I shot out hot strings of my semen on a shirt,and to some extent I managed, but it was only an image of how sexy she looked when herhair was spread all over her face the moment she sat up after having her orgasm.
“What are you doing here…?” I remembered the way I was staring at her bald wet pussy
when she asked that, and that image of her cunt oozing her juices kept me hard for another
round which I felt I still needed because I came too fast the first time.When I left my mom’s bedroom, I did it before she could explain herself because among
other things, I needed to jerk off, and also give her some time to find the right words. She
always made sure to give an explanation whenever she did something that was against her
morals, so that epic conversation was surely going to come. I expected the occasion to
happen after I’d woken up, but she followed me to my bedroom for that and burst in without
knocking.
“son I’m --” hers was a genuine shock. More original than the choreographed jaw
dropping I pulled when I walked in on her. She suddenly closed the door right after she saw
my stiff cock chocked in my palm, shutting herself outside and I had nothing to be ashamed
of like she did when I walked in on her.I kept on stroking my cock and I didn’t stop until I shot countless strings of hot semen on myshirt again. It was unlikely that she was waiting for me to finish while she stood outside my door, but I knew wherever she’d gone, her mind was still trying to deal with what she’d seenbecause since she already knew the reason I left her room turned on, I expected her to knowthe reason I was masturbating, and the things I was thinking of while I was doing that.Her bedroom turned to be the room she went back to, which was pretty obvious, and Ifollowed her there after I’d put away my limp cock. Before I entered, I knocked just to befunny and before she responded to that knock, I got in and went to sit on a bench that was onher dressing table.She was looking awkward from the shock of what she’d just seen, and although there wassome awkwardness I was also feeling about the things we’d caught each other doing, I triedto be as laid-back and comfortable as I could be. When I walked in on her, we became even because seeing her masturbate proved that she didit too, and when she walked in on me, we became more than even because I could’ve had theright to make her miserable after what I saw her doing.
But once she saw me doing it too, no one had the right to make the other feel bad about it,
and in a weird way, walking in on each other felt like an official confirmation that
masturbation was no longer taboo in our house. I’d already embraced that, and although my
co-wanker didn’t seem to have accepted that yet, I could see that soon she was going to.“Sorry, I just had to finish off -- you know -- It had been long so it was kind of important thatI had to go all the way,” I casually said with a sly grin. “So are we going to be treating what – um -- we do as normal now? Because you are talkingof it as if it is something which is normal and acceptable.” She was beginning to make hernaive statements again like how she said masturbation was going to make me blind, and Iwondered when the light bulb in her brain was going to switch on. It took a few seconds, anduntil that moment she realised the truth on her own came, I kept on looking at her. “Okaythen, if that’s what you want it to be like.” I smiled when she finished saying that and then I said, “There is nothing to be ashamed ofmom. Most people do it.”
She sighed. “But you should know that I’m your mother and you shouldn’t stop respecting
me. Even though it’s no secret any longer that we both like masturbating, I’m not going to
stop respecting your privacy, and you shouldn’t stop respecting mine either --” She paused
for a moment then she said, “The most important thing I wanted to say to you when I came toyour room is that I know I said some things that might’ve made you feel bad last week, and Ifake it all back. I’m sorry.” She was genuinely remorseful when she said that apology, but Ididn’t want to make the conversation get deep and I did my best to steer it away from goingthere.“It’s okay mom. At least now I know that we’ll be taking care of each other after it makes usgo blind.” I made fun of her statement and that made her smile a little. We remained quiet fora while and she kept on looking at me as if she was expecting me to say something else.
“Is that all you’re going to say to me?” She eventually asked and I really had nothing more to
say.“Yeah, what else should I say?” I asked back.
“Don't know...maybe tell me how much of a hypocrite I am.”
I chuckled. “You’re not a hypocrite mom,” I said and she was still expecting more words
from me, but I still had nothing else to say to her. My eyes had been feeling heavy all along,
and I was managing it, but once it started feeling like I wasn’t going to keep doing that for
much longer, I decided to wrap up the chat to go get some sleep. “So how was your night out?” She asked, wanting to start another conversation and the way
she said that made me realise that the tension that had been going on for the past week
because of my little indiscretion had gone away.
Once I went along with the conversation she wanted to start, it was going to take an hour
before the next chance she was going to let me slip away, and although I really missed
chatting with her, I’d already decided to save that conversation for later, after I’ve had somesleep.
“I feel really tired. I will tell you about it after I wake up,” I said to her as I stood up and
when she nodded to show that she understood, I went back to my bedroom and slept till
midday.
When she saw me after I woke up, we picked up where we left off, and we spent a huge part
of the afternoon chatting just like we always did when everything was normal between us.
The morning incidents didn’t even cross my mind, not even once, but towards the end of our
chat, I noticed for the first time on her expression that there was something she still had tosay about what happened earlier, and suddenly, there was an elephant in the room.
At first, I decided to address the issue, but since she was the one who was still concerned
about something, I ended up waiting for her to bring up the issue, and after a while, she
finally plucked up the courage to say what was bothering her.
“The way you are taking what happened in the morning is really making me feel bad,” shesaid.
“Why?”“You’re just acting like it’s no big deal, but it would be so much better if you tell me howmuch I’ve disappointed you,” she sounded like she was ready to cry if I wasn’t going to saywhat she wanted to hear and I chuckled.
“Mom, it’s no big deal seriously. I thought you said we shouldn’t talk about it anymore,” I
saw it best to be slippery about the issue and she shrugged her shoulders and sighed.
“Fi-ine… nice talk, I gotta take a bath before I get dinner started,” she resignedly said as shestood up and walked to her bedroom, ending our conversation with that. It was heavily pouring outside and I didn’t have anything to do so I ended up in my room playing some video games. I got out when she called me to sit for dinner, and because I was
back to my naughty ways, my cock was ready to be stroked at the table if she was going to
turn me on during the meal.
As if she was begging me to do that, the first thing I noticed when I saw her was that she’d
shaved her shapely legs, and seeing them all smooth took them to a whole new level of sexy.
I was sure going to masturbate on the table thereafter, but I made the mistake of sitting firstthe moment she rushed away from the table just as I got there.
When she came back, she sat right next to me, making it impossible for me to go on with my
plan to masturbate during dinner, and although I could’ve fixed that by finding an excuse to
switch chairs, it was suddenly not an issue anymore as I became concerned with the
mischievous looking face she came back wearing from wherever she’d rushed out to.
It was her rare up to no goodface which I felt I didn’t have to ask why she had it on because
it seemed she was going to spit the reason soon, and some minutes later after we’d started
having our dinner she said, “I’ve left some things in your bedroom, under your pillow. We’re
not going to talk about it, and if you don’t like what you find there just burn everything,
okay.”
The silk French knickersshe found in my room were under my pillow, and knowing my mom
very well, and how she always overcompensated whenever I busted her doing something
which she said to be against her morals, it was obvious that those panties had found their wayback there.
When we finished having our chat before she went to bath, apart from feeling that we’d
become slightly more than what we were when everything was normal between us, I had a
feeling our relationship was just about to become more fun and surprising. So although I was
surprised by what she might’ve done, that surprise was also the reason it was obvious that
she’d put back her panties under my pillow.
But even though going miles out of her way trying to get back on level terms with me was the
most common weakness of hers, in all honesty, I didn’t expect the way she surprised me with
suggesting that she was giving me back her panties. It seemed rather extreme, even on my
scale, and it appeared I was supposed to expect more when I considered that she said if I wasn’t going to like everything I was going to find under my pillow I was supposed to burn
all those things.
That made the situation more interesting, and when I carefully thought about how I was going
to find multiple things under my pillow which my mother had left for me, I ended up
forgetting how extreme she’d gone because I became curious to know what the other things
left under my pillow with my mom’s panties were.
Asking her when she’d said she wanted to have no conversation about it was pointless
because she never folded every time she said a statement like that, so there was only one way
to find out. I had to go see what it was on my own, and after rushing the rest of my meal, I
left the table for my bedroom without cleaning up after myself.
She didn't usually let me do that under any circumstance, but that time she did, and the way
she started marvelling at me right after I started rushing my food made me too eager to find
out the things that were waiting for me in the bedroom.
I found the silk French knickersjust like I expected, and nestled with them under my pillow
were three nude photos of her with the usual witty letter she never forgot to include whenever
she surprised me with a gift, but that day’s gift was nowhere similar to the usual gifts she
surprised me with though. babe,
The photos were meant for your dad when I was still madly in love with him, so don’t get ahead
of yourself thinking that I’ll get photos like that taken just for you. They’re leftovers, and I
don’t know if giving them to you was the right thing to do.
I feel the same about giving you my underwear which you stained with your sperm by the
way, but if you want to get carried away by me giving them to you, I guess you can because I
did that just for you. Anyway, that was after realising that you were going to steal them again
and masturbate seeing me nude like what I am in the photos.
Knowing that you’re aware I masturbate makes me feel guilty about doing it. But knowing
that you fantasise about me when you masturbate makes you a little bit worse than I am,
unhinged rather, and giving you my photos makes sure you keep doing that, and again, make
no mistake assuming that I did this for you. I didn’t. I did it for myself because it’s going to take away the guilt next time I’m gonna do
myself because I’ll be knowing exactly what will be going through your mind whenever you
do the same thing, and it also makes me feel like we’re even now, and not the hypocrite you
should’ve told me that I am.
So here’s to your weird and demented fantasises, and to making sure that I’m guaranteed a
peace of mind every time I’m gonna do myself, and although I’m very concerned about the
things you think about when you masturbate, I still love you.
X.O.X.O
Mom,the letter read.
I was blown away– the woman I knew a day earlier as my conservative straight-edged mom
had just given me her nude photos to use whenever I was going to masturbate. Even for the
surprising, and more fun mother-son relationship that we bonded into because of our mutual
love for masturbation, that was way too extreme and beyond the wildest of my wildest
imagination – Well, except for wishing that we could fuck.
The underwear was understandable though, and maybe that was because I was already
expecting to get the French knickers when I found them, but nude photos -- that was so unlike
her, no excuse – not even if I was expecting to get them. But nonetheless, I was so happy and
too overwhelmed to keep wondering about that, and the feelings were so great I couldn't even
masturbate that night.
I just kept on looking at the photos while I fondled and smelled her silk panties, wondering if
it wasn’t all a dream. It wasn’t, I later made myself really believe that, and as I kept lying on
my bed, facing my old ceiling while I listened to the rain which was still pouring outside, I
noticed that the water stain on my ceiling was getting bigger.
A moment later I picked up a broomstick which I kept under my bed, and in an absent
minded move caused by my immense excitement, I started poking on the wet stain on the
ceiling with the broomstick. Part of the ceiling I poked on had become soft from the rain that
had soaked in it, and it collapsed suddenly, drenching me and my bed with the rain that
hadn’t soaked in it yet. “I’m getting dumb,” I laughed at myself as I went to the bathroom to clean myself up and I
couldn’t get back to sleep on my bed because my mattress had gotten wet, so I went to sleep
on the couch and took my giftswith me. The following morning mom woke me up blaring
like a siren.
“ What the hell are you doing on my couch?” She screamed on top of her voice. It
was a brand new couch and she loved it more than her life and me. “That couch didn't just
cost me an arm and a leg and now you want to ruin it!”
“My ceiling caved in on me last night because of that roof leak that’s been making water
stains all over it, and my bed got wet so I had nowhere else to sleep,” I explained, sitting up.
She wasn't expecting me to be out of my bedroom that early so she had come out of her
bedroom putting on another one of her aged nightdresses. That one was much older than the
one she usually wore, and it pretty much looked like it was made of transparent fabric.
Everything was visible, and since she wasn't wearing a bra, her tits were practically bare in
front of my eyes, and so were her red panties.
I couldn’t help wishing if she’d come out of her bedroom wearing nothing underneath that
transparent nightdress to make me see her pussy, but my dick seemed not to mind that
because for an erection, what I was seeing was more than enough, and I instantly started
getting hard. With the giftsshe gave me, I spent part of the night having the feeling that if I were to ask her
for sex, it wasn’t going to cause bad blowback, even though she probably was going to say
no. And for a moment, I actually thought of asking her for sex next since my cock was
already stiffening, but after considering that I was probably reading her intentions wrong,
there was a risk of causing bad blowback once I opened the sex door.
So to avoid the risk of losing the great relationship that started with her giving me her panties
and the nude photos, I held myself back, but at same time I told myself to pay more attention
and avoid missing any hints that were going to give me an idea of her opinion about us
fucking.
“Oh… sorry,” she apologised for the ceiling accident and I saw she was actually feeling bad
for me. That was so nice of her, but I didn’t pay attention to her sympathy much because watching her tits while my dick got harder was worth more of my attention. “The realtor gave
me a contractor’s number to call when I want to do some renovations. Let me get that and see
if he can come check it out.”
She bent forward to pick up a coffee mug that was on a table in front of the couch I was
sitting on just after she said that, and I stared down her body through the neckline of her
nightdress. Although I was already seeing everything clearly because of her thinned
nightdress, actual skin not covered by anything was more arousing, and watching her
dangling boobs for a split second instantly got me fully hard.
There was nothing worth staring at beyond her boobs, but I could see right down to her red
panties and thighs. And as she stood up straight again, she noticed my hard-on, and her eyes
widened. “Jesus…! Do you mind?” She exclaimed and it was obvious she’d realised
how I got that boner. “You can’t keep doing that in front of me because it’s gonna start
freaking me out. Next time that happens, I’m gonna put back strict rules in this house and
take back what I gave you yesterday.”
Her threat was obviously empty because the way she quickly walked to the kitchen made it
clear she was trying to keep herself from staring at my cock for too long and make me realise
that she actually enjoyed seeing me with a boner for her. But to be safe, I decided to play
along with her game by apologizing, even though her reaction to my boner showed me a
possibility of us fucking one day. She just needed a little bit of time to get comfortable with
that, and I was going to gladly wait till that happened.
“Sorry, but it’s not really my fault,” I said, and just to be teasing, I was clearly laying the
blame on her dressing with the tone of my voice and the way I looked at her.
“Whose fault is that then?” She defensively asked almost instantly.
I chuckled, and to keep playing her lying game one more time, I avoided telling her that it
was because of her nearly transparent nightgown. Instead I said, “It’s called a morning glory,
guys often wake up with that, so I can’t promise it won’t happen again, and–”
“Whoa! No details please, and I’ve lived long enough to not want a lesson about that. Just go
away,” she chased me out and I went away laughing.
That n