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I walked into my mom’s bathroom wearing only my boxers. She stood in the shower, water raining down her back. Her eyes were closed – she simply reveled in the warmth, I think. Looking at her, my cock got even harder.
She had long blonde hair that went down past her shoulders. While I could only see her from the side, I knew she had green eyes and a slightly crooked smile. Her breasts appeared otherworldly, identical and round and on the large side, with small nipples, and freckles on her chest. Her body curved down to a smallish waist and her tight ass. And her pussy, I was amazed to see, was completely shaved.
Mom opened her eyes and squeaked, “Chad, what are you doing in here?”
She put an arm across her breasts and her other hand over her pussy. I mumbled an apology and ran out, my boxers leading the way as my cock was still hard. I closed the door to my room and jumped on the bed. Closing my eyes, I pictured her again, exactly as she stood in the shower, then pictured her masturbating. It was too much – I masturbated along with her until I came.
I might be only sixteen, but I’ve lusted after my mom for at least three years. Until now, I’ve done exactly nothing about it. But it’s May 2020, and we’ve been COVID-bound for a little while. I haven’t seen anyone else, although I’ve phoned and Whatsapp’d and TikTok’d. I expect you can imagine what it’s like having a MILF for a mom and being alone with her all day long.
A couple of days after the shower thing which I pretty clearly didn’t want to talk about and she didn’t push, I was stretched out on the sofa, mom was in her chair, and we were watching something on TV around 10 pm at night. I just had on a bathrobe, as I often did. Mom was dressed normally, a blouse and shorts and no shoes.
As it turned 10 pm, she switched to her recorded Rachel Maddow. I closed my eyes and over the next several minutes, pretended to fall asleep, lying on my back, turned slightly toward mom. I peeked through barely open eyelids and saw mom was watching TV.
I “let” my robe fall open, one side falling behind me, the other over the edge of the sofa. I was essentially naked and my dick was throbbing. I waited for about two minutes and peeked again. Mom was both looking at me and watching TV. I continued to pretend to sleep, breathing easily, and moved my hand to my cock. My elbow lay on my hip and my hand rested on my erection for a while.
Finally, I eased my fingers over my dick, fingers totally relaxed, and began to stroke gently. I tried to make it look like something a sleeping teenager would do, but it’s hard to say that it worked. In any case, my hand caressed my cock to the point that I felt some pre-cum at the end. This aroused me tremendously and as much as I tried to remain cool, my hand began to rub faster. I was afraid to open my eyes even a little, as mom must be watching me full-time now.
I masturbated even more quickly, my hand now a soft fist around my dick. My strokes were shorter, near the end of my cock. I could feel the orgasm building and there was no turning back. I came all over my arm. My eyes remained closed, but my cock streamed cum, ten seconds during which I thought it wouldn’t stop, although, of course, it did. I let go of my dick, but left my hand on it and continued to pretend to sleep.
Mom hadn’t said or done anything this whole time. I had no idea what she thought of the show I’d put on. After a couple of minutes, I barely opened an eyelid and saw she was just looking at me, smiling, her head leaning to one side. That could mean anything. Eventually, I heard the TV go off and mom walked over to me, stood there briefly, then pulled the sides of my robe over my naked body. She turned out the lights and went to bed.
I lay there for ten minutes before getting up and going to the bathroom and then bed myself. I had a great night’s sleep.
Mom said nothing about the previous evening when I would cross paths with her. We just smiled politely or asked a question (“homework done?”) or commented on the weather. Very normal. Yet she must have known I was actually awake when I was masturbating, right? That I was still awake when she covered me with my robe and left? I was embarrassed, but also aroused, and my cock often stiffened slightly at the memory.
I masturbated in the shower like I did almost every day, thinking about the night before from both my point of view and mom’s and thinking about Marty, the teacher I’d had sex with until COVID hit. Marty had taught me a lot, including how to eat her pussy and better ways to fuck her. Shower masturbating was always good.
That night, I did roughly the same thing, but more brazenly. Mom turned on Rachel and after a couple of minutes, I rolled on to my back, eyes closed, and opened my robe so I was blatantly naked. My cock was its usual hard self. I waited for mom to say something and she didn’t.
I began to masturbate. I simply wrapped my hand around my dick and began to stroke it. No pretense of sleeping here! Mom still said nothing. I put my other hand on my balls and rubbed them a little, stroking faster, letting my breathing pick up, the tension under my balls growing until I surged cum on to my chest. Many spurts later, my cock was done and I let my hand fall to the side. A few silent minutes after that, mom clicked off Rachel, closed my robe, turned off the lights and went to bed.
I had no idea what to make of that. I had obviously, while wide awake, just masturbated in front of my mother, who said nothing and, essentially, did nothing about it. Should I be even more obvious? Eyes wide open, maybe? What did mom do afterwards, if anything? Good question.
I raced upstairs and stood next to her bedroom door. From inside came a very faint buzzing noise. My mom had a vibrator . . . and she was using it. Right after watching me masturbate. I walked back to my room, well, bathroom first, and pondered this. I fell asleep without a real answer, but it sure seemed like mom liked watching me.
The next day was normal until about 5 pm. I had done homework and watched some TV and played with my phone. Mom had done whatever it is that moms do. Around 5 pm, I went to the living room and saw her dusting the furniture.
She was wearing a thin sweater sort of top that I hadn’t seen before. It was cut very low and showed a fair amount of cleavage, enough that my cock started to harden. Mom bent over a table to dust it and the sweater fell forward, the opening presenting me with her tits. Well, that’s sort of what happened. I would first see one boob and then the other, not both at once. But it was a total turn-on, seeing mom’s breasts like that. She had to be displaying them on purpose.
Every minute or so, she would straighten and pull the sweater up by the shoulders, which pushed her nipples against the fabric. Her nipples were somewhat small, but produced clear points in the fabric and the outline of her breasts was clearly visible. Then the sweater would fall forward again and I’d get another look at her naked boobs.
They were incredibly enticing. Mom’s breasts looked, I don’t know, full. They hung down when she bent over as though aching to be sucked. Nipples that begged to be kissed. Luminous skin eager to be fondled. They made me want them.
When she was looking away from me so I was facing her butt, I walked up behind her and, putting my arms around her, I kissed her neck.
“You’re beautiful, mom,” I said, meaning it. “You look absolutely delicious.”
Her head fell back against my shoulder and I kissed her ear, sucked on the lobe. My hands came up under her sweater and cupped her breasts. I felt her nipples and rubbed them, feeling them harden. I felt her take a breath.
“Honey,” mom said, “we can’t do this. You know that, don’t you?”
She said that, but her ass pushed against my cock. Yes, we were wearing clothes, but still. I kissed her neck again and nibbled her ear some more. She let out a soft moan.
“Oh, honey, just think about it. How wrong it would be. Maybe even illegal.”
Her hand slipped between us and she massaged my cock through my shorts. Her words and actions were completely disconnected. I pressed my dick into her hand. Neither one of us spoke, but she kept rubbing while I continued to kiss her neck and shoulder and rub her breasts.
She turned to face me. I kept my hands under her sweater and pushed it up, providing a breast for me to suck. My lips engulfed a nipple. I used my tongue.
“Oh,” was all she said, but she said it breathlessly. She put a hand behind my head and pulled me tighter against her. I opened my mouth and took in as much breast as I could. My tongue lapped at her nipple. We barely made it to the sofa. But something changed during that eight-foot trip.
“No, we can’t,” she said. “I want to, but we can’t.”
“Of course we can,” I said, rubbing her breasts through her sweater. “Please!”
That last little whine might have been too much. Mom moved away from me on the sofa and took off her slacks and panties and, after a second’s thought, her sweater. She was naked.
“But I’ll tell you what,” she said, smiling, “we can masturbate together.”
This was a big step down from being encouraged to fuck her, but a big step up from where we’d been. I pulled off my clothes and sat opposite her on the sofa.
She was almost shy at first. She sat with both feet on the floor, legs together, and cautiously rubbed a breast. I, on the other hand, a man of some practice, sat with both legs out toward her on the sofa and my hand on my cock.
Mom knew where we were headed and slowly put both feet up on the sofa, knees raised but together. Slowly, ever so slowly, she moved her feet apart and showed me her immaculate pussy. She had a finger in her mouth that she licked absently, unaware of it, shaking her head at me stroking my dick. But she wasn’t saying anything.
I fondled my cock slowly, about as slowly as I could. I really didn’t want to cum too quickly. Mom took her finger out of her mouth and put it on her pussy, following the lines of her labia. She stroked up and down, often stopping to rubbing her clit, then starting to move her finger up and down some more. I kept my hand on the lower half of my dick where it would get me the least aroused.
“You sure you don’t want to touch my cock, mom?” I asked. “Just touch it?”
She wasn’t really sure, I could tell. She bit her lower lip. Her finger moved more quickly over her clit. Finally, she got on her knees and leaned over my cock. Her face was inches away. She took the finger that had been rubbing her pussy and used it to draw a line on my cock. I stopped rubbing and my cock fell backward against me. Mom rubbed my dick some more, long strokes up and down the length of it, stopping sometimes like she had on her clit, but now halting on that most sensitive part of my dick near the top. She rubbed it in circles, pushing my cock down. A little pre-cum leaked out and mom brushed it over the conical head of my cock. It was slippery, briefly, and the sensation was highly erotic.
I was tempted to start masturbating again, but held off. Mom, her face still inches away from my dick, moved even closer and put the tip of her tongue on that soft, sensitive spot. Her eyebrows went up as she took my dick into her mouth.
She sucked it. Her mouth took in more and more of my cock, her head bobbing, her hand around the shaft. A quarter of my cock, half of it, her lips surrounded the shaft and slid smoothly up and down. Every once in a while, she would stop sucking and just lick the end. Her eyes locked on mine when she did that and I tried to look back at her. She looked down, though, when she was sucking me.
I was close to cumming and wasn’t sure if I should say something. Surely, she could tell. My hips moved on the sofa, jerking slightly, and I breathed faster. She took her mouth off me for fifteen seconds and pumped my cock, really stroked it, then her lips encircled me again. Her head bobbed twice and I came.
Mom’s eyes widened as I shot cum into her mouth. She tried to swallow it all, but some escaped her mouth and dribbled down her chin. She gamely kept her mouth on my dick until I had noTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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