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Masturbating with Mom

By: BMYJC



It was the summer of 1985 right after I graduated high school. I couldn't wait to finally move away and go to college. Not that I was truly upset with my home summer was pretty consistent, yet boring. I did not have a girlfriend and so it seemed all I really ended up doing was working. I ended up working overtime considerably to save money for school. I did spend a little time with my friends; but overall my last summer at home was uneventful. That is, it was uneventful until the last few days before I left.

I guess I should continue by also mentioning the one other thing that kept me very busy throughout that summer -- masturbating. Without a girlfriend, an 18-year-old male has to find a way to release his pent-up 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 pornographic magazines hidden in my suitcase in the top shelf of my closet. We are not talking your average collection. I had spent many years ever since eighth grade purchasing skin mags and of course no man ever throws them away. Looking back now, I know my mother knew they were there. I also know that throughout high school she always knew what I was doing with them. In fact, I think that's why perhaps those last days I was at home ended up being as special as they were.

I remember the day it started. I actually came home from work early. Coincidentally, my mom had been running late and therefore, so was dinner with the family. 

"Did you eat yet, honey?" She asked as I approached her in front of the stove. 

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 happily replied, "No. We were slow, so Chuck sent me home early. I figured I could get some leftovers, but it looks like I lucked out."

"We all did. Not many more opportunities for us to all sit down together. It should be done in about a half-hour." She concurred.

The look on her face and the tone of her voice showed she genuinely was happy about this. Mom was not looking forward to me leaving. Sure she was excited about me moving on in the world and she was proud. But the two of us were very close and both of us were getting very nervous about our upcoming separation.

I was anxious to leave for college soon; however, at this point I was starting to get a little reminiscent. I also was starting to realize how much I was going to miss mom's cooking. What I didn't fully realize at this stage was how much I was going to miss her.

You hate to say that one parent or the other is a favorite; but there's no doubt for me. Dad worked a lot and for some reason it just seemed like we didn't click. As I got older he and I became closer. But back then, my mom and I were extremely tight. 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 downstairs to my bedroom and quickly stripped off my clothes. I stepped outside of my bedroom and took an immediate left into the bathroom that pretty much only I ever used. I stopped and looked at myself in the mirror. The typical vanity of a 17-year-old male made me stop and admire my own body. In fact, since I had played football for all those years and weight lifted off season, my body did look great. Not a bit of fat could be seen anywhere. I literally had six pack abs and all the muscles in my legs and arms were truly defined. Unfortunately, looking back now, I realize that was the best it was ever going to look.

I took a quick shower and as I was drying myself off once again 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 took a moment or two to admire myself with my hard cock and then couldn't help myself and started to stroke it. I knew I had a few minutes before dinnertime so I figured it was time to do it properly. I quickly returned to my room; 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 man's life. For me, it ended up being one of the most exciting.

I did not even take down the suitcase this time and instead just reached up to pull down whatever magazine I happened to grab. It was one of my favorite "High Society" 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. Also, there's no worry about foreplay when you're alone. 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 cock. As I slowly turned the pages through the pictures I continued to stroke it a consistent pace. I knew I had at least 20 minutes so I decided to simply savor this session. 

I simply spent a lot of time looking through this set of pictures and then moving to the next all the while slowly stroking my cock. It was just about time to increase the rate and so I went a little faster. 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. My room was the last room at the end of the hall down in the basement. No one ever went down there. Also, 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 mom 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 slow and steady pace now. I decided to look directly at the crack in the door to see if I was mistaken. 

It was then that I realized I definitely was not mistaken. 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 jack off and found it stimulating enough for her to do 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 her crotch underneath her skirt.

I cannot 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. We both were putting on a show for the other. But at the same time, we were enjoying the show and about to please each other to the fullest.

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. Meanwhile, I continued to stroke my 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. At this point, I decided to be a full exhibitionist.

I moved my hand to the top side and I pushed my dick so it extended completely out from my body. Doing this always made it look longer. It's an unnatural position but I know what it looks like after examining myself in the mirror so many times. I was showing off for my mom. 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. At this point the two of us began moving up and down at about the same pace. My right hand was moving up and down my shaft. Her right hand was moving up and down her crotch underneath her skirt. To this day I still do not know if her hand was inside her panties as well. I like to think so. I like to imagine that she actually had slipped a finger to deep inside her cunt. 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 come any minute. In fact, it was no more than two minutes of this simultaneous pace that we both ended an orgasm 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 semen was pumping out of my body harder than I had ever remembered it doing so, I watched my mom 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 semen out onto the bed.

My mom 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.

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

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

"Dinner's ready, okay?" 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-flaccid dick still in my hand. Some of the come had dribbled down and was also on my hand. I always thought that was kind of gross. But I didn't care at this point because 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 mother now. If she was going to simply act as if nothing happened, so would I. It looked like my mother 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 upstairs within minutes. My brother and sister were sitting on their side of the table there in the kitchen. My dad had his seat already at the head of the table. My mom 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 , I was enthralled because of the fact that I could smell the sex on her body.

When I kissed her, she shivered. I don't think she ever imagined that I would be so calm. I couldn't believe it myself that I was being so calm. But I realized that it was the fact we both were going to act like nothing happened that gave me the strength to really do so.

Dinner continued, and it was just like so many dinners before. Yet it was very special because it was one of my last dinners at home. It was even more special because of the fact that my mom and I had mutually masturbated just five minutes earlier.

Everything went back to normal that night. But the word "normal" never truly came into play again during my remaining days there. 

The next day was normal and that I came home at approximately 7 o'clock. Dinner was already over tonight. I made my way up the stairs into the kitchen and found my mom studying at the kitchen table. This is very common as she was now going back to school. 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, honey. There's a plate in the fridge." The same words I heard most evenings when I came home from work.

"Thanks. What'd you guys have?" I legitimately asked.

She answered, again like nothing ever changed between us, "tuna noodle casserole. We didn't end up leaving much so if you want me to make you a sandwich let me know."

"No, this should be good." I said as I pulled my plate out and brought it over to the microwave.

Once it was warm, I brought it over to my usual spot right next to where she was studying. It was a normal conversation with her reading quietly and the two of us talking intermittently as I ate. While I ate quietly I watched her read. She really was lovely. I knew that; but I never had thought of her looks in that way. She was now 41 years old but didn't look a day over 33 or 34. She had shoulder length auburn hair. It was almost black, but not quite. Her face had no wrinkles. Perhaps it was due to the fact that she was always made up perfectly and they just didn't show. But it also was due to the fact that she really did have natural beauty. 

I never have remembered any bit of excess fat on her body. She's always been extremely in shape. She was rather petite, both in her stature and her figure. 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. But all I did was finish eating.

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 downstairs. However, it was here that I decided to take a risky step.

"I'm just going to go downstairs and read some magazines and let off some steam." I told her.

There was absolutely no way my statement could be taken in any other way. Particularly after what she had witnessed yesterday evening. Her reply was classic as well.

"I may or may not see you again tonight honey, so enjoy... and sleep tight." She told me leaving me wondering.

I did not want to wonder so I played along with appropriate wording. "I'm sure you'll still see me. Probably later after dad goes to bed and I take a shower." I couldn't believe how bold I was. Yet if indeed she wanted yesterday to be a one time thing then my statement could easily be construed as completely innocent. Luckily, it turned out to not be.

My dad and sister were watching TV in the family room. I actually sat down for a while and joined them. But then I decided to go to my usual sanctuary and hang out in my room. I had my phone and I had my music. And of course, I also had my porno magazines.

Tonight was strange however. I always have my door closed. Yet tonight, I made sure to leave it open approximately 4 to 5 inches throughout the night. As I did everything in my room I kept looking at the gap between the door and the door frame. Finally, about 9 o'clock I heard my dad go to bed and my sister went upstairs. All the lights were off downstairs. Now was time for me to give my "signal". 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 upstairs and find my mother 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. It would not suffice. 

So I walked naked down the hallway and out into the family room. I turned the corner and 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 but I was hoping with all my might that she would be down soon enough. Right then I heard the shower upstairs. Was this a good sign, or a bad sign? I still did not know.

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 room. 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 her. I was now obsessed. Just as I was about to throw the magazine on the bed I heard the shower upstairs stop. I've never been so excited in my life. 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. It's funny, but as I think back I kept imagining how much it was like deer hunting. I had taken all my time preparing exactly as I needed to. Now I simply had to sit here and wait for my "dear".

I did not have to wait much longer. I saw some motion on the other side of the door. And then I saw her. All of our talk in code was clear enough for both of us. 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 pink nightgown. It was something I had never seen 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 dark pink panties. Although they were darker than the top, they still were somewhat sheer. It was obvious how much hair there was on my mother's bush behind the material. The last time I remembered seeing it was probably when I was 10 or so and she was stepping out of the shower. Ever since then, the two of us is pretty much maintained our privacy. Yet seeing the large patch of dark hair between her legs brought back that vision perfectly. 

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 cock with my right hand, I turned the magazine around so that it was facing the door. This is my way of making sure she saw what it was that was exciting me. I wanted her to understand that many times before I had 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 or top and pushed it behind the waistband of her panties. 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 decided to be coy. I laid back on the bed and pushed my cock to stand at full attention on my body. It was pointing straight up begging for her 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.


Masturbating with Mom



It was then I realized that we were now most likely at the limit of this adventure. So I decided to make sure to enjoy it to the fullest. I propped myself back in my side and now started to stroke my cock at the same rapid pace that my mother was caressing her 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 panties down to her ankles 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 middle finger inside her 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 come. Ironically, 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 come. 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 cunt. 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 just about 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 semen. 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 pussy. Our synchronized pace once again continued as I slowly stroked my cock which was no longer fully rigid. 

I wanted for her to come in and lick my semen 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 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 panties. 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 panties 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, honey". Instead, she turned and walked down the hall. I heard her continue to walk and several seconds later the hall light was off. 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 work and I kissed my mother 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 work.

"Probably going to Alan's after work," 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." I said it in a soft reassuring tone. "I won't be too late."

My day was usual. Work, and I hung out at my best friends house doing pretty much nothing. He was a little surprised though when I went to leave at about 11 o'clock on a Friday night. I explained it was a slow night anyways and I was rather tired. He understood, it had been a rather boring night.

When I got home, my mom 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 unwind?"

"Of course, " I quickly replied. "Are you?" I asked in return.

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

I went downstairs and once again the same routine proceeded. This time however she was wearing a light blue nightgown 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 to work. My dad was gone for the weekend on a fishing trip. The thought of him gone and my mom 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. I also was not so sure I wanted to take that step. I don't know why, but I was deciding to myself that anything more than what we were doing was not such a good idea.

The day went by quickly. That night I went out and Alan and I drove around town and stopped at several people's houses. But once again, he was bothered when I said I was ready to go home shortly after 11 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 mom before I go," I told him.

"I can see that," 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 mom. All these years later, and that thought still grosses me out.

Anyways, I got home shortly after 11, and mom was once again studying at the kitchen table. She pretty much lived there while finishing up her degree. 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 type of leftover and ate it over the sink while the two of us talked briefly.

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

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

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

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

I then started to walk upstairs. All the lights were off downstairs as I walked up. Also, it was rather dark upstairs. Yet the hallway light was on. I looked down at the end of the hall and 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 walked down the hallway and then thought about how my sister's bedroom was right next door. This could be embarrassing if she came out. I didn't care.

I stepped up to the crack in the bedroom door and peeked inside. Now it was my turn to stand and my mom 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 underwear drawer because of the several times growing up I had gone through it rubbing the soft material all over my cock. Several times in the past I had stolen her underwear to come 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 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. The irony was 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 labia. 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 the erection become rock hard and it managed to work its way free so now it was resting comfortably under my underwear and shorts. However, the tip of it was slightly sticking out of my waistband.

I watched mom 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 how much more difficult it was to do so standing up. Or, at the very least it wasn't as comfortable. But that made me even more 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 pussy, I saw her eyes watching my 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 side dresser. She pulled out what almost looked like a shoebox but was obviously more rigid material and covered in fabric. She immediately turned it over and dumped the contents onto the bed.

On the bed was a medium-size 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 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. 

Mom 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 phallic symbol with her tongue and eventually put it in her mouth completely. All the while I continued to stroke my 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 real penis. 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 mom 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 penis 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 mom took the vibrator from her breasts and instantly shoved it inside her 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. Mom 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 semi-flaccid penis and realized that it was not going to take long to once again be erect. It was then I heard the door next to me start to open. My sister was coming out.

I had no choice. I instantly picked up my underwear and shorts and pushed my way into my mother's room, quickly closing the door behind me. I now stood there holding my shorts and my hand with my semi erect cock still glistening from the semen dripping from the tip.

My mom 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 hot 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 could hear my sister just outside the door as she went to the bathroom and returned to bed. For some strange reason, that instantly made my cock hard once again.

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

I tried to regain my senses and finally did. As I stood there still holding my limp dick, I realized that this was the extent of what would happen with my mom. There was something about the moment that made it very clear we were not going to physically be with each other. It was not only what I was getting from her; but also what I think I felt inside along with what I conveyed to her.

Any actual physical contact just did not seem right. I stood there and admired her beauty. I now looked at this woman in a totally different way. She absolutely was 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, honey." She said gently. This was the first time anyone had spoken during our "sessions".

I stood back up holding my shorts and 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 Polaroids. She walked over and handed it to me with a smile on her face.

"Don't forget me when you're gone." She said. I heard her voice crack at the end of her statement. 

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. There was so much going through my mind. On the one hand, I was feeling empathetic for my mom because she was watching her oldest son leave in just days. I was feeling sad for myself because I too was going to miss her. I was nervous because this now made me realize just how close I was to leaving and being on my own. 

Of course, confusion was consistent through it all. Confusion because 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 now," she said in an extremely choked up voice. "I'll see you in the morning."

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

"I love you too honey 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 the room down 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 slightly spread apart and you could see the slight dampness of her pussy.




Masturbating with Mom



Looking at her face I assume the pictures had been taken probably five years earlier. 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 throughout my college career - and beyond.

Epilogue

This is pretty much a true story, other than perhaps some slight embellishment in regards to the first or second session. But overall, 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.

While I was away, an accident left me more dependent on my mother than ever. Ultimately, it led to the two of us becoming more intimate than ever. Please see the story referenced below detailing these experiences after I returned from college. 



Masturbating with Mommy



My son came home, reeling with exhaustion from a hard day's work down at the ranch. He removed his hat, his forehead glistening with sweat and his black hair a mess. He walked over to the counter and poured himself a glass of cool water, guzzling every last drop. Hugh was 18, he had just graduated and was such a hard working boy. He was handsome, a chisled face atop a strong frame, his eyes a piercing hazel. Though he had his go around with girlfriends, he was still very shy and reserved, very quiet.

"How were the horses today hun?"

"They were alright, Major got a little roudy with me. Did dad leave already?"

"Yes, he left a little bit ago. He'll be back in a few days."

Jack, Hugh's father, was away picking up a new horse for the ranch. Hugh was very similar to Jack, but Hugh seemed a little more enthused about life and seemed to question every moment. Jack just did what had to be done. 

"I'm gonna go take a shower mom." He started to remove his shirt, revealing his sculpted chest and abs. "Will you wash this for me?"

"Sure honey." He left, dashing up the stairs.

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Just recently I had broken up with Angela, my now ex-girlfriend. I couldn't stand her, all she wanted was sex, she was much too easy and didn't know how to pleasure me, only herself. I needed a different girl, one who aroused me but kept me in the dark all the same. I looked at my mother across the dinner table. She was in a low-cut tank top, her delicate black hair loosely curled and falling just further than her shoulders. Her cleavage showed, tanned and smooth. She was only 38, she had me at a young age. I often wondered why she had fallen for my father and had not looked any further. My father is a nice man, however, not all that well-to-do like she could easily have.

She met my gaze... "Hugh? You alright?"

"Yeah mom, just...just thinking." I excused myself and cleared my dishes. "I'm going to go up to bed, it took everything I had to corral Major."

"Okay, sleep well."

I wasn't going to sleep, I was too horny. Angela had conditioned me to be horny nearly every night it seemed, I needed to feel the relief now. I dug up a porn magazine from my closet, sat, and whipped out my cock. I held it in my hand for a moment and felt it's throb against my palm. I stroked gently and teased and rubbed the head with my index finger and thumb, all the while thinking about the naked woman spreading herself for me in the magazine. My cock grew hard and flung itself against my stomach if I let it go. I felt myself build slowly to orgasm, I tugged my stiff penis a little longer till I heard my door open behind me. I had my back turned to her, she could see nothing but my back and the top of my ass.

"Oh good, you're awake, I had a..." She trailed off in mid-sentence, having just realized I was stark naked. I quickly covered my erection, and turned my head to look at her. She looked at me wide-eyed and quickly retreated from the room. 

"Mom, I..." I called out as I rushed to pull up my briefs. My cock was still semi-hard, pushing at the fabric containing it, begging to be let out and played with.

My mom came back in the room only a few minutes later, first knocking. "Hugh, can I come in?"

"Yes mom..." I stuttered, still shocked and in utter embarressment. I threw myself under the covers of my bed, still trying to contain myself. My mom entered and met my gaze.

"Hugh, don't be embarressed.." She started. I cut her off.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.. to, you know..."

She looked at me gave me a gentle smile, "To masturbate? Hugh, you're a grown man, it's natural, I understand. I was just startled, that's all." She moved her hand to wear my knee was protruding out from underneath my covers. My cock twitched in anticipation, I moved my hand slowly over and grabbed my buldge, thinking maybe I could stop it from growing somehow. She reached over and kissed me on the cheek and told me to do what I needed to do. What was that supposed to mean??

"Mom," my face growing red in embarressment and awkwardness of the situation, "do you think you could umm...err.. leave now?"

"Oh! I'm sorry baby," she exclaimed and left hurridly, in such a rush she forgot to shut the door all the way and left it open just a crack.

I rubbed my cock through my briefs, slowly forgetting what had just happened and moving past the awkwardness. I felt it expand and start to throb, threatning to rip through my briefs. I pulled down my underwear and let it breathe, it sprung out and I grasped it, following the veins with my fingers up to the head where I slowly massaged it in circles. I cupped my balls as I stroked and tugged at my penis, squeezing and releasing as I continued. I let go of my balls and moved my hand slowly down to my asshole, I teased myself with my middle finger, rubbing the opening but never entering, it was much too tight. Finally I could take no more and rubbing vigourously and ferociously until orgasm. I grunted as I exploded and cum shot up onto my chest, pooling in my belly button. I lay there on my bed for a few minutes, enjoying the moment of extascy. Once it had passed and my cock had gone limp I wiped myself off and went to the bathroom to clean myself up, only to check myself out in the mirror after I had finished. I fantasized about a woman pleasuring me right there and then, a dark-haired, tan, smooth-skinned woman...'My mother' I thought... I tweaked my sensitive nipples and felt my cock grow yet another time; ready to be relieved.

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I caught myself thinking about Hugh's little adventure that night. I knew he wanted me to leave so he could finish. 'I can't believe that I did not deter him whatsoever' I thought. I crept upstairs to see his door slightly ajar, 'I must have forgotten to close it all the way' I thought, so I grasped the handle and was just about to close it when I heard soft moaning... I stood frozen at the door way, 'Is he still jacking off? It must have been a little over an hour that I had left him...He must be having trouble because of me,' I thought, 'Maybe I should go in there and try to explain things again.'

I knocked and heard him rustle the sheets, certainly to cover his erect penis. 

"Come in mom." He layed there, book in hand, knees arched underneath the covers so I could not see his erection, acting like nothing was going on.

"Hugh, we need to talk about something." I sat down next to him on his bed.

"Okay, what is it?"

"Honey, you're a grown man now, you think I've never seen anything you got down there before? Don't be put off by what happened tonight." He was avoiding my eyes and instead looking at my hand that was resting atop his chest. I moved my fingers and lightly rubbed his chest. 

"Mom, I'm not..." I cut him off, thinking maybe I should just be frank with him and ask him if he was having troubles with sex.

"Baby...listen to me. If you're having trouble masturbating, just tell me." His eyes met mine with fear. "I just don't want you to get blue balls because that can be painful..."

"Mommm..." Despite his annoyed tone, I move my hand in bigger circles on his chest, looking into his eyes.

"Hugh, let mommy help you..." I pulled his covers back just a little, so I could see his abs and continue to rub them as well. 

"Mom, it's not what you think.. I'm not having trouble, I'm just...well, I'm just horny again, I swear." Despite his slight protest, I continued to move south, suddenly hungry to see his cock. Without removing the covers, I slipped my hand further down and grasped his buldge, he must have put his underwear back on before I came in... I rubbed his pressing cock through his underwear as he breathlessly moaned, "Momm..god mom, stop this.." 

His efforts were useless. I tore off his sheets, quite aware of the wetness growing inside my pussy. 

"Get up Hugh." I demanded. He moved cautiously and stood, his cock at full attention now, hidden under soft cotton. I rubbed it a little longer as I kept his gaze. I pulled his briefs down, his long thick shaft springing out, pulsing. "Lay back down, mommy is gonna take care of you." 

I noted a bottle of lube next to his computer when I came in, I went to grab it. I stradled his legs, exposing just the bottom of my underwear beneath my teddy. I dribbled the lube on his cock and started to stroke. Each pump I made he met with a rocking of his hips, as if he were thrusting into my warm, wet pussy. His cock quivered everytime I let go, awaiting my next tug. I cupped and massaged his balls with one hand and kept pumping his shaft with the other. He let out a loud moan. "Does that feel good baby? Is mommmy making you horny?" 

"Oh god mommm. That feels so good," he gasped. 

"Are you going to cum for me baby? Come on, cum for mommy." I rubbed and stroked a little faster, a little harder, the lube squelching as I went a long. 

He stopped moaning, he started breathing harder,"Mom..mom don't stop, I'm going to cum... I'm going to cum.." His cock throbed as he gave a loud grunt and a white stream of cum came shooting out all over his chest and stomach. I milked his cock and continued to pump. He moaned and twitched as I teased the head of his penis a little more until he finally couldn't take it any longer and swatted my hand away. His cock slowly grew limp and I let it slip from my hand. I resumed rubbing the cum all over his chest and stomach into his skin, letting him settle down...

"Did mommy make you feel better baby?" His eyes remained closed as his breathing slowed.

"Yes, mommy made me feel better" he responded in between breaths. I wipped his messy body with a shirt near by and slipped out of the room as he drifted off to sleep.

I had crossed a line, but I found I didn't really care. My pussy was wet and ready for relief. As soon as I reached my bedroom, I discarded my clothes, rummaged around in my underwear drawer and found my favorite dildo. I spread myself wide, propped up by pillows on my bed, and rubbed my slit, teasing my clit and running my fingers up and down, just inside the lips. I slowly eased a finger into my pussy, feeling it's wetness squeeze out. I thrust my finger in and out, moving my hips in a fashion to give me more enjoyment. I grasped the dildo and shoved it in, feeling my pussy tighten around it as I thrust it in and out. I moaned and felt the sweet extascy of my oragasm explode between my legs. I had never felt one so powerful before. I was determined that it would not be my last.

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The next morning I awoke with a raging erection. As my head cleared and the morning grogginess faded, I realized just what had happened last night. My mom gave me the best handjob of my life. Why had I not noticed her sexiness sooner? I looked down at my cock, still exposed after last night's escapade. It was sticking straight up at me, already waiting to be played with. I ignored it, maybe because I was hoping my mom could do what she did last night again for me, but I knew it was a foolish thought. I slipped on my briefs and pair of basketball shorts and headed downstairs for breakfast. 

My mom was sitting at the table, still in her teddy from last night, reading the morning newspaper with a cup of coffee.

"Good morning Hugh." She nodded at me, but didn't look at me.

"Morning mom..." I said sheepishly. She looked up and immediatley noticed the buldge I was sporting underneath my shorts. 

"Looks like I got you excited already," She laughed and turned her head back down to her newspaper. 

I fixed myself some cereal and sat down at the table without saying anything. I caught her glancing at me every few minutes as I ate. Her nightgown was hanging loosely around her neck as she bent her chest over, I noticed her right breast was visible, her nipples were hard and pointing through her nightgown. The deep pink of her nipple and firmness of breasts aroused me further and I moved my hand down to my cock rubbing gently. 

"Hugh..."

I snapped out of it, "Yeah mom?" She gazed at me wary of what I had been looking at. She said nothing and returned her gaze back to her paper. I finished my cereal quickly and went upstairs to take a shower. I began to undress and was just pulling down my briefs when my mom entered my bedroom.

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"Mom, what are you doing?" He asked astonished.

"Hugh, I saw you staring, I know you're aroused, I thought maybe you could use some help again..." She made up an excuse.

"Mom, I...I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything baby, mommy is going to make you feel good again." He finished undressing and layed down, his cock laying atop his belly. "Mommy has a special treat for you, baby." I slipped my teddy over my head and straddled his legs again. "Go ahead, touch them." He cautiously reached up and grabbed my breasts, massaging them, squeezing them. He moved his fingers back and forth over my nipples and tweaked them with his knuckles as I cried out. I hadn't had such sensual sex in such a long time. He moved his hand my back and stuck it in my underwear, rubbing my ass cheeks. "Ohhh Hugh..." I softly moaned, my pussy juices flowing freely soaking my underwear. He tugged my underwear down a little, I got the message and moved off of him, fully undressing now. 

I straddled his waist, the head of his cock playfully teasing my ass as I leaned down. I kissed him full on the lips and shoved my tongue into his mouth. My breasts rested upon his chest as he moved his hands to my ass, grabbing, rubbing, and slapping it. I moved my hips a little, rubbing my wet pussy across his waist. I decided to move down and spread across his legs. He watched in enjoyment as I sucked and flicked his nipples with my tongue. I kissed his chest all the way down to his cock and licked back up. He shuddered letting out a barely audible moan. I moved down a little further, licking up each inside of his thighs and finally reaching his balls. His large balls hung before me, the skin taut around his rounded testicles. I took one in my mouth and sucked, he grasped his cock and started pumping as if it were a reflex. I stopped and took the other..

"Mommm.. ughnnggg..." He moaned. I licked each and continued to lick up his shaft as I slowly moved his hand away. "Mom, I'm going to cum.." he uttered.

"Wait baby, wait." I moved my tongue around the head of his thick cock. I engulfed his cock in my mouth and moved up and down, rolling my tongue and wetting his cock. 

"Oh god.." he groaned breathless. I let his cock slip out of my mouth and licked down his shaft again, down to his balls, down to his asshole. I teased it with my tongue, darting it in and out. I heard him catch his breath as I did this, surely in pure bliss. My elation grew and my pussy dripped onto his bed sheets. I finally grasped his cock and began tugging. "Oh god MOM! I'm cumming!!" I pumped faster and harder till he erupted with a stream of hot cum. He writhed in delight. I let him settle down for a moment before I took his cock in my mouth again. It had gone limp quite quickly but I was determined to have it at full attention again shortly. I swirled the head in my warm mouth as I massaged his balls, he groaned as I worked his penis back to an erection. 

"Is mommy giving you a good time baby? Tell mommy how much you like it."

"Jesus mom, it feels so good..." 

I felt his cock expand and harden in my hands. It throbbed, yearning to feel relief once again. I grabbed the base of his cock, "Mommy wants to feel your cock baby. Can you fuck mommy's pussy baby?" He sat up and rolled over on top of her. He sat between my legs and grasped my breasts, massaging and squeezing them. He leaned over and sucked my left breast, flicking his tongue over my nipple, sending tingles down my body. "Oh Hugh!!" The first wave of excitement shot through my body, the wetness spilled from my pussy in an overpowering orgasm. His tongue met my pussy and moved just inside the lips, teasing and sucking on my hard, sensitive clit. He slurpped my pussy juices up and pushed his way into my pussy with his tongue. He darted his tongue in and out, every once in a while returning to tease my clit. "Hugh, god hugh.." I moaned, carried away by what I was feeling. 

He moved his cock to my pussy, rubbing it up against my wet lips, teasing my clit. I rubbed my clit before guiding him in slowly with my hand. "OH HUGH!" I gasped as he filled me with his enormous cock. He grunted and started thrusting slowly, rocking his hips back and forth, my pussy meeting his base. My pussy tightly surrounded him and soon he was moaning, elated that he was in my warm, wet pussy. The juices squelched and squeezed past his penis, dripping onto the bed. "Oh Hugh, I want you to cum inside mommy, be a good boy and cum inside mommy." 

"Oh mom... oh I'm going to cum.." he moaned loudly. He gave a few more pumps into my pussy and one last thrust he screamed "I'm cumming mom!!!!" I screeched, "OH GOD!!" A wave of ecstasty drove threw me. His hot cum blasted my walls as I thrust my hips toward him. "Good boy Hugh, you're mommy's good boy." He withdrew his cock from my pussy, collapsing on the bed in exhaustion. I stradled his stomach and let his cum seep out on him, I rubbed his chest as he breathed deeply, massaging my ass. After I was "empty", I rubbed the cum into his skin...

"How did you like that baby? Did mommy make you feel better? Mommy loved have your cock inside her."

"Yes, mommy made me feel better," He sighed with tire. He hoped there would be more days just like this one.

Secretly, so did she. 



Masturbating with Mother



Ian ignored his mother and didn't look up for a few seconds when she walked into the living room; he had been enthralled in his new video game and was too busy to pay his mother any attention. 

However, when he did glance up he was forced to do a quick double take. 'Wow, Mum,' he whistled when he saw the short hemline of his mother's skirt. 'You look great.'

He had never taken any notice in the past, but today he finally appreciated what a fantastic pair of legs his mother had. It had been years since he'd seen his mother wearing anything other than jeans or slacks, but the short skirt she was wearing now certainly brought home the truth about how his mother was put together physically.

'You don't think it's too short, do you?' Annette queried her son nervously. 'I've been out of the dating game for over twenty years… I don't want to give the wrong impression.'

Ian appraised his mother's figure speculatively. He was torn between the desire to boost her confidence and the jealousy he felt at her burgeoning social life. His parents had been divorced for two years now, and it was time his mother put herself first for a change. She deserved some fun even if Ian had some minor psychological misgivings.

The young man sighed despite the many comments that he could have raised. His mother had put his needs before her own so many times over the preceding two years that he decided to give her the gentle nudge she so obviously needed. 'You look beautiful, Mum,' Ian smiled. 'Really sexy… Go out there and knock 'em dead.'

Annette blushed at her son's reference to her femininity. She had viewed herself as 'Mother' for so long that she had all but suppressed her sexuality; now she had a chance to let her hair down and enjoy herself. Her son was over eighteen and free of her apron strings. She had done all she'd vowed to do when her husband had left her for a younger model three years previously. She had seen to her son's welfare and his education, but now she was ready to enjoy herself a little. When she'd finally succumbed to a work colleague's invitation to join him for a drink her stomach had turned and churned with trepidation for days afterwards. Was she doing the right thing? Would Ian mind? What should she wear? These immediate questions and a thousand others had run through her troubled mind from the moment Annette had acquiesced to James' invitation, but now the moment of truth had arrived.

Ian watched his mother standing nervously while she waited for her admirer to arrive. She jumped in response to the doorbell, but quickly threw her coat around her body and kissed Ian's cheek hurriedly before she disappeared into the night.

He sat for a few minutes, bewildered slightly and feeling unsettled. He couldn't put his finger on what it was that was troubling him, there was certainly something, but he just couldn't identify the feeling. He turned his attention back to his video game but couldn't seem to settle into it again, and an hour or so after his mother had left for her date, Ian found himself at a bit of a loose end.

He was at a loss with how to occupy his time and then he suddenly remembered the porn DVD his friend had lent him. Ian hadn't had chance to look at it as yet due to his mother's ubiquitous presence, but now…

He slid the disc into the machine and settled back on his bed while the film loaded and the menu screen flicked on. Very soon Ian was captivated by the images on the television screen. He was enthralled and excited by the sexy action and felt his penis stiffen quickly as his inflamed lust pushed any disquiet from his mind.

The young voyeur couldn't resist the urge to play with his hard cock and lifted his buttocks from his bed so he could work his jeans and underwear off. The sweet pleasure Ian experienced as he stroked his cock intensified the longer he viewed the film until Ian was finally and frenziedly tugging at his penis, his eyes glued to the sordid goings on and with his precum leaking copiously from the eye of his throbbing cock.

Ian flicked through the scene skip facility until he found the images he was looking for. He watched avidly as a mature woman took two young studs in a variety of positions until the culmination, which showed her being liberally covered with cum. Her enthusiastic and vociferous exhortations to her young lovers excited him hugely and caused him to grunt loudly with the onset of his irreversible climax. 

Just as the first arc of semen burst from him in an agony of ecstasy, Ian's attention was drawn by a perceived movement at his bedroom door. He looked up to see his mother standing slack jawed and wide eyed as she watched her son's semen gushing from his cock. 

The jolt of surprise hit him like a blast wave. No! This wasn't happening. She couldn't be there and his reality slewed and time slowed down. Every detail of that shame filled moment was clear in his mind. He saw the appalled expression on his mother's face, her hand at her throat and her eyes wide with shock. He had time to notice her long legs and short skirt, and even in the whirl and confusion of the immediate time frame, Ian found he could still appreciate the slim lines of her lean, athletic thighs and her well turned calves. The perversity of his mind's workings was a momentary distraction for Ian, but his abrupt realisation of his circumstances brought him back to earth rapidly.

In a vain attempt to conceal himself from his mother, Ian covered his gushing cock with his hands. He felt the violent splashes of cum spattering against his palm and could only close his eyes to blot out the reality of his situation as his cock continued to spit hot, thick spunk.

He lay on his bed for half a minute with his eyes screwed shut, and when he finally peeped out from under his eyelids his mother had gone.

Had she really been there? The brief exultant hope was dashed on the jagged rocks of truth. The answer was yes; yes, she had been there. His mother had caught him in one of the most humiliating positions a young man could ever find himself. He'd been caught wanking. Not only caught, but he'd been in the throes of orgasm at the time. His mother had witnessed his hot outpouring of pent up lust. How could he ever face her again?

Ian pushed the stop button on his remote control and the screen went blank. The troubled youth's mind was just as blank as he contemplated his future. His mother had seen him… 'Oh God,' Ian groaned and felt his stomach curdle with the anxiety.

He lay on his back in his bed. He'd lifted the covers over his naked lower half and now just stared at the ceiling until his consciousness was drawn back to the present by his mother's voice.

'Ian?' she murmured tentatively. 'Can I come in?'

'Oh no,' he groaned again. 'Mum…'

Annette took a step inside the room. 'Honey…' she began. 'Ian, please…' His mother appeared to be experiencing as much difficulty as Ian in dealing with the embarrassment of the situation. 

Ian felt her weight at the bottom corner of his bed and he turned away from her.

'Please Ian,' Annette persisted. 'Don't be embarrassed… please… I should've knocked… It's natural for you... Normal…'

It may be natural and everyone does it, Ian thought, but no one wants to be caught doing it. He groaned again at the memory and felt his face flush hotly.

'Mum…' he began, his voice muffled by his pillow.

'Honestly Ian,' Annette said quietly. 'I understand. You're young, you have urges…' 

Annette understood the urges herself; only too well. She had been celibate for three years or more, she understood alright. If Ian only knew about how his mother used her fingers against her throbbing clit as she lay in her wide, lonely bed night after lonely night… If he could only hear her fevered groans and animal grunts as she pushed her sticky fingers deep into her sodden cunt and sought release from the frustrations of her sexless lifestyle…

Annette felt a brief flush of desire as the unbidden image of her son's thick cock spurting its load burst across her consciousness.

'Please Ian,' she whispered. 'Don't let it bother you. I truly understand.'

Annette ran her palm over her son's huddled form. She bent forward quickly and kissed the only visible part of him, his hair at the top of his head, and then she left him to his thoughts.

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The following day Ian was out of the house well before Annette got up. The weather outdoors was foul and Annette spent a desultory mid morning performing household chores. She paused for a moment before entering her son's bedroom with a pile of freshly laundered clothes, but eventually steeled herself and pushed inside to lay the clothes on his bed. As she turned, Annette saw the DVD player and recalled the circumstances of her untimely entrance the previous evening.

She was sure he'd been had been watching porn.

Annette stared at the blank, benign screen of Ian's television. She was curious as to what he'd been viewing, and despite severe moral misgivings over what she was about to do Annette pushed the on switches to both the TV and the DVD player.

She sat on her son's bed and pressed the play button on the remote control. The DVD loaded and then a message appeared prompting Annette to either play the movie from the beginning or from the last scene viewed.

Annette chose the latter option and felt her face flush when she saw the mature woman and her two ardent lovers.

'Oh my God,' Annette whispered as she sat transfixed. The actress must be around the same age as herself. She was being used enthusiastically by the two young men; one in her mouth and one in her pussy, and she seemed to positively adore the experience.

Annette felt her heart quicken and her blood begin to surge. Her vagina felt hot and throbbing as her excitement flushed her insides, and Annette's nipples and clitoris also clamoured for sudden, urgent attention.

Annette wasn't even aware of her own low groan as she almost unconsciously pushed herself further along the bed and opened her legs. Annette rubbed her excited pussy through her jeans for a while until the itch between her legs grew too big to ignore. She stood up and pulled her jeans off impatiently. After a brief struggle Annette was back on the bed and she pulled the gusset of her underwear to one side before running an expeditionary finger through the crease of her sex.

The porn actress's wild shouts of pleasure were loud in the room as Annette fingered herself softly. Her eyes were glued to the screen; she had never imagined that watching a porn film would be so exciting, but the images and the noises…

'Fuck,' Annette groaned in an uncharacteristic flash of profanity. 'You dirty slut… Two cocks… How greedy…'

Annette's head lolled back while bursts of electricity pulsed from her the epicentre of her lust and through her body to her hard nipples. She imagined how it must feel to have two ardent males paying such lavish attention to her needs. Could she cope with two men simultaneously? Annette was damn sure she could. 

'One in my cunt and one fucking my mouth,' she murmured as she lifted her tee shirt over her taut breasts and squeezed the pliant flesh urgently.

Annette was enthralled by the novel experience of watching pornography. Her fingers squelched obscenely as she massaged her juicing vulva, and she plucked and flicked her stiff teats hard with no thought as to how they would ache later in the day. She was travelling further and further along the path towards her climax that she had no real perception of the present. Her body was thrumming, her clit was an insistent beat between her legs and her pussy was clenching with the anticipation of a non existent cock.

'Oh my God… Oh my fucking God!' Annette cried as she came. On screen the woman was once again receiving her dual sperm delivery, and Annette writhed and panted on her son's bed while she rejoiced in her own climax.

Then she opened her eyes.

In a bizarre reversal of the situation, Ian, her son, was stood in the doorway watching with the same slack jawed disbelief that Annette herself had exhibited the previous evening.

'Ian!' Annette called in utter horror at the realisation of her lewd exhibition being discovered

'Mum?' He responded dully.

The pair stared at each other for several seconds. Annette just lay there, with legs wide and breasts bared until her son turned slowly and walked away.

'Ian!' she shouted again and pulled her tee shirt down to cover her breasts.

Too late, she heard the door slam and he was gone.

***

Ian walked blindly. He had no idea where he went, or how long he had been away. The next conscious thought after leaving the house in shock came when the cold and damp brought him back to the present.

He shivered and then blinked several times as he took stock of his surroundings. He was in a bus shelter and it was cold. Ian watched the puffs of white breath and he wished he was safe and warm at home.

Home? Could he go home?

Ian's mind was in turmoil with confusion. He hadn't come to terms with the humiliation from the night before and now he had to deal with what he'd witnessed when he'd returned home earlier. 

What a mess. What a difference twenty-four hours could make.

There was one certainty however, and that was that he'd have to find somewhere warm soon. He was chilled to the bone and was in no frame of mind to spend the night outdoors, no matter how hideous going home could prove.

'Thank God you're back,' his mother sighed when the young man shut the front door behind him.

Ian just stared at his mother without speaking and Annette gazed back at him, equally silent. His mother was fully dressed now, but the vivid mental picture of her using her fingers against her sex kept flashing across Ian's consciousness.

'Mum…' he began.

'We need to talk about this Ian,' Annette interrupted. 'This whole episode could end up driving a wedge between us.' Annette moved towards her son slowly. 'You're my son and I love you; we can't let this scene fester between us.'

'Mum,' Ian murmured and his eyes dropped. He gazed down at the carpet blindly and squeezed his eyes shut wishing that he could turn back the clock, that it could be yesterday all over again. 'I'm so embarrassed,' he managed to whisper, the memory causing his face to redden with the renewed flush of humiliation.

'Well, so am I,' Annette managed to laugh. 'You caught me out too, remember.'

Ian looked up and found his mother's green eyed gaze as she looked at her son with deep concern. 

'Wow,' Ian thought suddenly. 'She really is beautiful. How come I never noticed before?' 

He shook his head to clear the thought away. He couldn't allow such things to sneak into his brain. This was his mother. Catching her masturbating was one thing, but to entertain carnal thoughts was beyond the pale; inconceivable.

'I told you yesterday that what you were doing was natural. We all have those urges, baby…' Annette laughed at the irony and smiled a rueful smile. 'Even me, your Mother… I have sexual urges as well, Ian… I'm only human after all.'

As uncomfortable as Ian was at the mention of his mother's sexuality, he recognised the truth in her words. Sexual urges were natural, even for his mother, and although masturbation was a private thing, at least he felt it was, it was still a natural act.


Her son relaxed visibly and Annette sighed with the relief of seeing his body physically ease. She led him to the sofa by the hand and they both settled into the soft, cushiony seats. Mother and Son talked the whole situation through. Well, Annette did most of the talking; easing Ian away from the corrosive guilt and shame as she coaxed him into a brighter place.

Finally it was decided that there would be no sexual taboos between the pair. They would be open about their feelings, which would also include Annette's sexual desires and how she felt the time had arrived where she would find herself a boyfriend. Ian could have his privacy. If his bedroom door was closed then he could rest assured that his mother wouldn't disturb him, and the same respect was expected from him.

The new open situation between Ian and Annette worked well. Ian felt lighter and happier with the new arrangement now he was released from the cloying atmosphere of having to masturbate slyly and sneakily. His modest collection of porn grew slowly, but never rose above half a dozen discs at any one time. The only cloud on Ian's horizon was his mother's voiced intent to find a boyfriend. She wanted a lover to help to satisfy her sexual desires and longings, but Ian wasn't entirely sure he was happy with the idea at all. He knew he was being selfish and did his best to keep his jealousy at a distance. He wasn't entirely sure why he was jealous. It was just a kind of emotional gloop that stuck to him.

Annette hadn't had a man since her husband had left her. At first she hadn't missed a physical relationship; she had been too devastated to even think about sex for a long time after her husband's departure. However, slowly but surely over the past few months her libido had returned. The crowning moment for her had been when she'd let herself go in Ian's bedroom while watching the film. Her carnal desires had burst hotly into her psyche and Annette was hungry for more.

Her quest to find a suitor proved to be a rocky path that was littered with weirdoes and arseholes as far as Annette was concerned. All the good men seemed to be taken and Annette was damned sure she wasn't going to go for a married man. She had been on the receiving end of that little game, and the thought of putting another woman through the same pain that she'd endured was unthinkable.

James was still hovering in the background, but the date Annette had been on the night of the fated discovery of Ian masturbating had proved to be a disaster, which was the sole reason for Annette arriving home early in the first place and catching her son in an unguarded moment. 

So, Annette found herself borrowing her own son's porn.

'Do you mind?' she asked after she'd finally grasped the nettle and asked Ian outright if she could borrow one or two films. 'Is it too weird?'

'Well, yeah… it is a little,' Ian confessed, 'but it's nothing I can't handle...' he shrugged and grinned. 'Besides, if it's okay for me… It's only natural.'

Annette smiled at her son's recital of the 'natural' mantra. She'd created a monster!

Annette picked a film at random and sheepishly left Ian to his own devices. She left the disc in her own bedroom and went off to work. Her day was spent in a fugue of anticipation and Annette couldn't wait until that evening when she would slide the DVD into the player and spend a sordid hour fingering herself.

Annette's underwear was sodden by the time she arrived home. Her clitoris and nipples throbbed in tandem, but Annette was now determined to prolong the sweet agony of her desire. She lit candles in the living room to create a relaxed atmosphere for herself. She did the same in the bathroom as she drew a deep, hot, steaming bath. Then she luxuriated in the almost-too-hot-to-bear waters with an icy cold glass of white wine in her hand as the scented candles worked their calming magic on Annette's overwrought, over-excited senses.

Eventually, bathed and sweetly scented, Annette settled on her soft bed and pushed the button to begin the film.

Her son certainly had a penchant for the more mature woman it seemed, and Annette found that she was feeling decidedly envious as the busty blonde woman on screen received oral attention from her fit, muscular young lover. The tension that had built up during the day, coupled with the images Annette was watching on screen soon had the woman writhing and groaning on her bed.

Her fingers swirled around the loose flaps of her labia and tickled her attentive, aching clit and very quickly Annette was lost in a deep fantasy that involved her being licked to a climax by a virile, young stud.




Masturbating with Mother



Annette grunted lewdly as she came for the first time that evening. Her climax burst over her in wave after wave of blissful release. She settled back down momentarily and continued to watch the mature woman being debauched by a succession of lovers. Annette fervently wished it was she who was being royally fucked by a string of young men, and was soon writhing in the throes of yet another squelching orgasm.

Later, after Annette had temporarily sated her lust, she walked bare foot and naked to the bathroom for a shower. As the fates would have it, Ian chose precisely that moment to visit the toilet and appeared on the landing at the same time as his nude mother.

'Oh!' Annette cried in surprise when she saw her son in her path.

Ian was just as surprised, not so much by his mother's presence, but by her lack of clothing. He had ample time to take in the true physical beauty of his mother's body. She had thrown herself wholeheartedly into a fitness regime shortly after his father had left, and the results were exceptionally pleasing to his eye.

Ian gaped at his mother's small, round breasts with the cute upturned nipples that were surrounded by the dark coins of her areola. Her tummy was soft and ever so slightly rounded, not over done with musculature that Ian found distasteful, but just perfect in his eyes. Her waist was narrow and her hips broad, which gave Annette's body the sexually alluring curvature that Ian loved in a mature woman. His eyes lingered for a long moment on the dark shadow of his mother's pubic bush and then he simply drank in the sight of Annette's dancer's legs.

In the few moments that Annette and Ian spent on the landing together, Annette experienced a thrill of excitement when she came to the realisation that her son was actually checking her out. Just for the blink of an eye, Annette actually struck a pose for her son's benefit. She made no attempt to cover her nudity. She was proud of her body; she'd worked bloody hard in the gym and knew she was in the prime of her physical peak. Her nipples stiffened suddenly and her already used and abused cunt clenched with renewed lust.

Then with her green eyes locked with his, Annette moved past her immobile son and she closed the bathroom door behind her.

Annette showered and thought about Ian's facial expression as she'd stood so proudly on the landing a few moments earlier. His eyes had roved over her body and his face had a hungry look that somehow Annette found exciting.

'No,' she said out loud as the water cascaded down her body. 'He's your son… It isn't right to think about him like that. It's sick and perverted.'

Annette's mind was troubled as she lay on her bed again after drying off. Ian's face kept popping into her mind's eye. That look… his eyes…

'Oh God,' Annette groaned as her fingers worked at her sex again. 'I want to fuck… I'm desperate for a cock… Ian… Ian, my son…'

Annette's sob burst from her throat as her climax erupted with such vehemence and her juices slid from her body to stain the sheet below the crack of her buttocks. It had been the forbidden fantasy of her own son mounting her that caused Annette's orgasm to flash and mushroom through her senses.

The characters in the film she'd watched earlier were replaced in her fogged mind by herself and her son. Annette imagined Ian's cock splitting her labia just before he penetrated her clamouring sex. She saw herself, supine and wide legged as her son looked into her eyes, with his cock filling the void between her thighs, and then he lowered his face to hers as they shared a lovers' kiss.

'No!' Annette cried out in anguish. 'No, it's so fucking wrong…'

The guilt curled insidiously around inside Annette's guts and she felt suddenly sick. She vowed never to think of Ian in that way again… Never, it was just too perverted.

***

Over the next few days, Annette struggled to keep her vow. Inevitably, late in the evening, Annette would find herself lost in a reverie where she fantasised about sex. Try as she might, however, she couldn't get her son out of her mind. He popped up unbidden, and Annette would eventually succumb to the vile, hated images and use the fantasy of incestuous fucking to slave her burning lust.

Then, one evening Annette found herself outside Ian's bedroom door. She was naked and her limbs trembled with trepidation at what she was about to do. A portion of her consciousness knew that she was about to commit an irreversible sin, but she was in a place where logic couldn't reach. She was helpless to resist, and no force could stop her. She hadn't come to any decision about what she was doing, it just 'happened' to her.

Without knocking Annette opened the door to Ian's room. He looked up over the top of his book and his mouth gaped open when he saw his mother's body again.

'I need a DVD,' Annette murmured and walked to her son's bedside.

'Uh, sure…' Ian couldn't help but stare right at Annette's vulva. His mother had trimmed her bush since the inadvertent meeting on the landing, and Ian could clearly see the loose skin of her labia as the outsized lips dangled enticingly.

Ian's cock stiffened quickly as his mother picked a disc from his collection. She had turned her back to him and was bending slightly; the view of her inverted heart shaped backside was mouth watering. 

'Can I have a preview?' Annette asked and slid the disc into the DVD player without waiting for any response.

Ian shifted over on his bed when his mother sat down next to him. He could smell the perfume that wafted across his senses, and felt the heat of her body from the close proximity of her.

'Oh, God,' Annette murmured. 'These women are so lucky…' She turned to her son and smiled at him. 

Then it was Ian's turn to murmur, 'Oh, God.' His mother had opened her legs and was stroking herself absently between her thighs.

'Sorry,' she whispered. 'I just can't help myself… Do you mind?'

Ian couldn't reply. He was stunned. What was going on? It was a dream. His mother couldn't be…

Annette's groan brought Ian back to reality. His mother had now spread her long, lean legs wide and she was rubbing her clit urgently.

'Mum,' Ian croaked and was silenced by the heavy lidded look of lust on his mother's face when she looked at him.

'Jesus,' Ian sighed unable to draw his eyes away from his mother's busy fingers.

Annette held the pink curls of her labia wide with one hand while her fingers diddled at her clitoris. Ian swallowed hard when he saw the shocking red core of his mother's sex. Her flaps were so big… her cunt looked inflamed… and it was juicing.

'Why don't you play too, baby,' Annette whispered throatily. I've seen you masturbate before… You've seen me… Let's just do it together.'

'Mum, I can't,' Ian began and was silenced when a grunt of pure animal lust broke from his mother's throat. It was that sound and the look on his mother's face that broke him. He fumbled with his belt and zip, but eventually his jeans were off and his cock was standing hard and proud.

'Show me how you do it, baby,' Annette croaked. The sight of her own son's erect cock sent a burst of desire through her body and her insides clenched and convulsed in response.

Ian sat on the bed next to his mother with his stiffness in his fist. The film was forgotten entirely since he was focussed entirely upon his beautiful mother and her scarlet cunt. He wanked hard as he heard the obscene squelching of Annette's fingers as she flashed her oily digits in and out of her sex.

'Mum, this is so, so hot,' Ian groaned. 'I…I…'

He was lost for words. There was nothing he could say that could describe what he felt at that moment. His mother was beautiful. To see her in such rapture was too sublime for words. Her body… the noises…

'Shit,' Ian grunted as his semen arced high and landed thickly on his tee shirt.

'Yes, baby!' Annette cried. 'Show me the hot stuff...' 

Annette's climax bolted through her as she watched enthralled as spurt after hot spurt of her son's goo erupted from his cock.

'That's so bad,' she whispered… 'I can't believe it… My baby boy's cum…'

Annette's orgasm began to subside and immediately she was assaulted by guilt.

'What have I done,' she whispered. She turned to Ian whose semen was pooled on the front of his tee shirt. She saw the shock in his eyes. It was though he was waking from a dream.

'Mum…'

'I'm so sorry, Ian,' Annette wailed as the full realisation of what had just happened hit her like a hammer blow. 'It was wrong of me… I'm so, so sorry.'

'But,' Ian reached for his mother's hand; too late to stop her, and she ran from his room as the sobs began.

***

Ian pushed the door open and walked to his mother's bedside. The light from the hall spilled into the room and Ian saw his mother turn to look at him.

'Oh, Ian… What did I do?' 

Annette sighed heavily and Ian's heart went out to his mother. He hated to see her like this. He would do anything to make her feel better. He sat on her bed and gently stroked his mother's cheek with the back of his fingers.

'It's okay, Mum, honestly,' he whispered. 'It isn't your fault.' Ian struggled to find the words. 'Dad leaving… it hasn't been easy for you. None of it.' He bent and kissed his mother's face. 'What we did tonight…'

'No, Ian… please,' Annette groaned. 'I went too far. It was bad and… and… sordid. I'm so sorry to do that to you… To do what I did in front of you… It fills me with shame.'

'I thought you were beautiful,' Ian whispered. 'You're far more attractive than those women in the films…'

'But I'm your mother, Ian,' Annette hissed insistently. 'You shouldn't have seen your own mother like that. It's not right, it's not normal, for God's sake.'

'Who did we hurt?' Ian asked. 'No one,' he answered the question himself. 'I thought you were beautiful and it made me feel good to watch you.'

Annette looked at her son in the gloomy light. His words made sense. Who had they hurt? No one saw them together. There was no one to judge. Annette felt a surge of elation and threw her arms around her son.

'Thank you, Ian,' she sniffed as tears of joy welled up. 'I feel so much better.' She kissed her son's cheek. 'Our secret, eh?' 

Ian smiled at the happiness in his mother's voice. 'Our secret, Mum; sure.'

***

Annette passed Ian's bedroom door the following evening and heard the unmistakable sound of a movie soundtrack coming from the slightly ajar door. She pushed the door open and saw Ian with his thick cock in his fist.

'Come in,' he grinned. 'Come in and play.'

Annette's pussy reacted instantly. Her nipples ached insistently and Annette was suddenly gripped in the vice like grip of lust once again. Where was the harm? She asked herself even as she was pulling her tee shirt over her head.

'Take all your clothes off, Mum,' Ian smiled broadly. 'You may as well get completely comfortable.'

Annette stripped and joined her son on his bed. She opened her thighs and felt the softness of her vulva under her fingers. She lifted the hood of her clit and hissed sharply at the tingling rush of pleasure she felt.

'Is that good?' Ian asked as he stroked his cock slowly. 'Does it feel good to finger yourself like that?'

'Oh, baby yes,' Annette purred in reply. 'Does your cock feel good when you pull it?'

'Sure it does,' Ian laughed. 'It gets stiff and I just love to play with it.'

'Some lucky girl is going to have a lot of fun with that lovely, thick cock, darling,' Annette whispered.

Somehow, despite the deeply intimate situation between Mother and Son, Ian felt embarrassed by his mother's reference to sex.

'You've gone red!' Annette laughed, incredulous at her son's perversity. ''I'm naked and masturbating in front of you; you've got a hard cock in your fist and you're embarrassed by me mentioning a girlfriend…'

'It's different, Mum,' Ian insisted. 'Besides,' he went on slowly, a sudden curling in his stomach at what he was about to say, 'I don't think I'll find a girl as beautiful as you.'

Annette stopped rubbing her sex abruptly. There was a definite shift in the atmosphere of the room and her heart began to thump in her chest. She had rationalised what she and Ian had done, and were doing again right then. Somehow their secret had become a game; a delightful interlude and a distraction. She had convinced herself that masturbating in the company of her son was okay; that she could control it… but now she saw what had been obvious and inevitable from the outset.

'Ian, I…' Annette began.

'Touch me, Mum,' Ian said simply. He had no real idea of the timing, but he sensed on some level that now was the time. If his mother had any further time to think, then she would doubt and he'd lose her. The fun would end. He knew it would be that way, and so he invited his mother to touch his hard cock.

'Touch me, please… I want you to.'

The seconds lengthened. Annette looked into her son's eyes and saw his determination. She glanced at his cock, so stiff in his fist, so stiff and so mouth-wateringly thick.

Ian lay immobile and willed his mother to touch his cock. He held his breath, scared that the slightest movement would shatter the fragile moment, and that she would bolt like a startled deer.

Annette stared at Ian's member. If she touched him there would be no going back. The bridge of incest would be crossed and there would be no chance of ever re-crossing to this side. Time stood still for Annette. She studied her son's penis. She saw every vein that criss-crossed the shaft and gave it such a knobbly appearance. She looked at the big, bulge of the dome and wondered absently what it would feel like on her tongue. She noticed a tear of precum that leaked from the eye of the cock and felt the reciprocal oiling of her own traitorous sex.

She looked up from Ian's lovely weapon, over his hard, muscled chest and up into the sweet blue pools of his eyes. His face was a mask of concentration and Annette felt an arterial burst of love and affection for her son.

Even though she knew it was a social sin and morally vile, Annette slowly, almost imperceptibly reached out and wrapped her fist around her son's cock shaft.

The breath whooshed from Ian's mouth and he gasped as his mother gripped his cock tightly in her fist.

'Mother…' he murmured quietly. 'Mum…'

'Hush, baby,' Annette crooned. 'Let me feel you in my hand. It's what you wanted… Let me feel the thickness of you. Let me feel your lovely cock.'

Ian swallowed heavily as his mother's fist rose and fell, up and down the length of him. He looked at Annette's profile and saw the concentration etched on her features as she slid her hand over her son's rock hard penis.

Then, after a sideways glance at Ian, Annette abruptly took the head of the cock into her mouth.

'Fuck,' Ian grunted in shock and surprise. 'You're sucking me… You're really doing it.'

Annette let her son's cock spring from her lips. 'Yes, baby,' she smiled. 'We've gone too far. There's no going back and I may as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb.'

Annette slurped over the big dome of her son's glans for a few more moments. The spongy texture felt divine on her tongue and she instantly regretted all the tears she'd wasted on her absentee husband when she could have been enjoying the sublime pleasure of sucking another man's cock.

'You taste so fucking good,' Annette swore enthusiastically when she momentarily released her son's penis from her wet mouth. 'I want you to fuck my mouth… Let me swallow your cum.'

Ian groaned and held his mother's head as she slobbered eagerly at his penis. He couldn't believe that she was actually doing it. His own mother… Sucking his cock! Would she go any further? Would she actually fuck her son?

Ian lifted his mother's head from his lap and looked at her face. He saw smears of syrup across her cheeks where his cock head had rubbed against her skin as Annette had licked his heavy balls a few moments ago.

Annette grinned wickedly and moved up to kiss her son. Ian was surprised when his mother's tongue pushed into his mouth. He tasted his cock on her tongue and felt the jolt of desire in response to his mother's wanton depravity.

'Kiss your mother, you bad boy,' Annette giggled and pushed her tongue back into Ian's mouth again.

Now that she had crossed the incestuous threshold, Annette let all her earlier inhibitions and misgivings go. She set the limiting emotions fly away and rejoiced in her moment of freedom. Society's morals be-damned, she was a sinner now, and she intended to enjoy herself while she had the chance. There was no telling what may happen in the future, and so Annette was totally prepared to cut loose and enjoy her son's virility. 

Annette released her son and lay back on his bed. She opened her thighs and showed him the sticky, red heat of her sex.

'Lick Mummy's nasty cunt,' she whispered lewdly, and peeled her loose labia apart.

Annette sighed hugely as Ian nuzzled into her molten core. She guided him around her body; directing where to lick, where to kiss and how to use his fingers against her so that she received the most pleasure.

'I'm coming, baby,' Annette groaned shortly after. 'You've licked your mother to orgasm, you beautiful, beautiful man.'

Ian looked up with a sticky smile from between his mother's thighs. He saw the look of rapture on Annette's face and felt a burst of pride at his achievement.

'I want you to do that to me again and again,' Annette said quietly as she basked in the rosy afterglow of her climax. 'I want you to come to my bed and be my lover from now on… but now…'

Annette eased her rump along the bed until her son was knelt between her legs. He looked down at her and Annette simply nodded to him. She took his cock in her hand and eased the tip of it to her burning opening.

Ian swallowed yet again and felt the heat from his mother's body as his cock bumped against her vulva.

'Fuck me,' Annette whispered, and with a soft, drawn out groan, Ian felt the heat of her grip his shaft as he slid an inch or two into her body.

'Mum, you're so hot… so tight around me… God, it's gorgeous.'

'It's been so long since I had a man inside me,' Annette panted as she took her son completely. 'You feel so big inside… Fill me with your cock, fill me with it.'

Ian grimaced with the incredible sensations his mother's clasping insides were causing along the length of him. He was sure he was going to shoot at any second and he desperately tried to force the impending surge away.

'I love you, Mum,' he grunted as his seed burst from him, and Ian kissed his mother hard as he filled her with his goo.

'Oh my, God Ian,' his mother called when she felt the burst of hot liquid inside her. 'Come for me… Do it to me…' Then her voice was abruptly silenced as her new lover kissed her.

***

Annette never did find a boyfriend. She didn't bother looking as it happened. She had her virile new lover to take care of her physical needs, and it wasn't too long before Ian was taking care of her emotional needs as well.

It got to the stage where Annette decided that it was time she moved on, so after consulting her son, she sold the house and they both moved to the North of England where they set up home together; openly living as a modern unmarried couple. The age difference raises a few eyebrows, but nothing like they would be raised if only Annette and Ian's secret were known. 



Masturbating with My Old Friend



An old friend came to visit me in New York this weekend (we'll call him D), and he brought his girlfriend with him (Ann, say). They've only been dating a few months and I'd never met her, but we all got along great.

Last night we stayed at my place and drank beer. The conversation soon turned to sex, and Ann told me she and D have been reading my blog quite a bit. She told me it has really been turning them on, and that they've incorporated things from it into their sex lately. D got sort of embarrassed, but admitted that it was true.

Ann told me that they've started masturbating in front of each other, and have found it really satisfying. "It's totally hot," she said leaning toward me, getting excited. "We wanna try it with a group next, right baby?"

"Go ahead and ask him," D said, not looking at me.

Ann laughed. She fell right on the line between being completely confident sexually and slightly bashful. The mix was totally hot, but I liked the confident half better. "So yeah. I... we... wanted to ask you if you'd wanna give it a try," She said, giving me an expectant grin. "Masturbating together with me and D."

I was a little shocked. I'd just met this girl and she was inviting me into her and D's sex life. "Yeah, I'd be into that," I said, trying to sound casual. I was excited by this idea — I'd never masturbated with a couple. "When do you wanna do it?"

"I'm feeling pretty damn horny right now," Ann said, giving D a look. "How about you guys?"

D and I both said we'd be up for it. He gave me a shrug, as to say, "Why the hell not?" Ann suggested that we all get naked, to get things started, and she stood up and unbuttoned her jeans. D and I sat and stared. "You can't just watch me," she said. "You have to take off your clothes too!" We stood up and slowly began to undress. By the time we were down to our boxers, Ann was completely naked, standing in front of us. I raised my eyebrows at D and told Ann she looked beautiful naked. I stepped out of my boxers and sat back down on the couch looking at Ann, still standing in front of us.

"D, your girlfriend is gorgeous," I said. He was sitting next to me on the couch. "She has such a nice body." I was beginning to get a hardon staring at Ann's body, thinking about the situation I was in.

"Yeah," D said. His cock was beginning to harden as well, and he was stroking it softly.

Ann was looking at my growing erection, biting her lower lip. "Something's turning him on," she said to D. "I wonder if I've got anything to do with it?" She narrowed her eyes flirtatiously at me and ran her hands over her round, soft, c-cup breasts. "Or maybe it's these?" She said, squeezing them gently. I was fully hard now, and I'd taken my cock into my hand and was stroking it slowly. "Mmm, I want you two to play with your dicks while you watch me for a few minutes," Ann said, running her hands down over her stomach and to her thighs. D was hard too and he was rubbing the length of his big cock slowly and deliberately.

"I want you guys to look at each other's hardons," she said firmly. "And tell each other what you think of it." She was standing over us now, smiling a devilish smile.

D looked over at my cock in my hand and said, "Yours is nice and big. I like how your balls are shaved, it makes your dick look bigger." He laughed at the silliness of complementing his good friend on his cock.

Ann looked to me. "Yours is nice and big too. It's really fat, I'm sure Ann likes that," I said, unable to think of anything else to say. I laughed.

Ann walked across the room and D and I watched her round butt as she sauntered over. We exchanged glances and looked back at her, now sitting in a chair facing us. "You're seriously a lucky man," I said. "Her body is amazing. Nice big tits, that smooth ass, you two must have a good time together."

Ann spread her legs for us and began to caress her pussy. "I'm so fucking turned on by this," she said with her eyes closed. "I want you both to watch me rub myself." We watched her fingers glide over her lips, pushing them from side to side, and I watched her breasts jiggle as she adjusted herself in the chair. D and I both were jacking off at a good pace now, and he glanced over at my erection.

"Does that feel good," he asked, the way you'd ask someone you're fucking. "You like rubbing your big cock while you watch my girlfriend play with her pussy?" He was horny, and the words came out more as grunts. His hand was flying up and down the length of his cock and his balls were thumping rhythmically against the couch. I was torn between watching the raw sexuality of him beating off and the soft beauty of his girlfriend stroking herself.

Ann had slipped her finger inside of herself and was working on her clit with her other hand. She was moaning now, saying our names softly, telling us to keep watching her. I groaned as I increased my speed and rubbed my balls softly with my other hand. "You guys are turning me on so much right now," I said. "Watching you masturbate is making my cock so fucking hard!" Ann opened her eyes and smiled at me. I wanted to kiss her; the openness of her masturbating in front of me and her boyfriend was so beautiful.

"I'm gonna come sit with you guys so we can all cum together," she said, standing up and walking over to the couch. "Make some room." Ann sat between us with her legs spread, the sides of her knees resting on our thighs. The contact with her and the closeness of her body gave me a warm rush that started in my legs and went straight to my balls. I looked down at her tits and whispered that she was so fucking hot. She resumed masturbating, and as she moved her hips her soft leg rubbed against my thigh, so close to my throbbing cock. I went back to rubbing myself, and with every stroke my hand brushed her leg. She smiled at me. "Mmm, keep rubbing your cock," she said softly.

I could feel an orgasm coming, and I asked D if he was going to cum too. "Yeah, pretty soon," he said. "Let's try to cum together." I slowed my pace slightly and asked Ann how close she was.

"I'm getting there," she said. "Gimme just a sec. Watch me for a sec." She rubbed her clit faster and clenched her eyes shut, focused on bringing herself to orgasm. Her other hand was squeezing one of her breasts, and she was moaning loud now. D and I paced ourselves, enjoying that precipitous ledge where one good pump would propel us into full on orgasms. I was so close to cumming, and I wanted Ann to watch me.

Just at that moment, she opened her eyes and moaned, "Oh fuck guys! I'm gonna cum. Oh holy fuck!" D and I started pumping our cocks hard and with a grunt he told us that he was going to cum soon.

"Oh god, I'm gonna cum too guys!" I groaned. "Watch me cum Ann, I want you to watch me." Her tits were bouncing and her leg was grinding against mine as we both tipped ourselves over the edge into orgasm. She looked up at me with wide, begging eyes and then back down at my cock as I felt myself exploding. My cum shot out and landed right on the inside of her thigh.

"Jesus that's fucking beautiful!" She moaned. D was cumming now too, and I watched him squeeze his cock and cum all over Ann's soft stomach — right where he was aiming.

Ann stared at the hot cum on her leg and stomach and laughed, putting her arm around me and kissing me on the cheek. She kissed D hard on the mouth and told us that she was thoroughly satisfied. I looked at D and said I was too. "Thanks guys," I said. "Let's be sure to do this again sometime."

"Fuck yeah," said Ann. Fuck yeah.



Masturbating with My Sister



I was 24 and it had been a little over a month since my girlfriend of a year and a half broke up with me. I was kind of in a daze I hadn't considered starting to date anyone and the last time I had sex was a seeming like a long time ago. Alex and I had sex all the time she was amazing and we had an incredible sex life. We had explored all the things that we were both interested in sexually and she was always up for trying something at least once. As you can imagine when I got invited to my cousins wedding I was less then thrilled to go. I wouldn't even have a date to bring with me aside from the fact that I would have to watch someone get married while I was feeling miserable. 

The wedding was a few states away and my parents along with my sister were all going to travel out to attend. At the hotel we were staying at my sister Jen and I were supposed to share a room together. I didn't mind sharing a room with her we got along well and were always able to talk to each other about anything. We left on Thursday morning and were supposed to check into the hotel that night. The rehearsal dinner was on Friday followed by the wedding Saturday afternoon. When we arrived at the hotel we walked to the front desk to check in. The gentleman behind the desk told us that he had some bad news. While there was a room for each of us the original ones we had booked were no longer available. 

Jen and I were supposed to have a room with two twin beds but instead we ended up with a room that only had one queen bed. We didn't mind sharing a bed together necessarily but it just wasn't what we had planned on. When Jen and I got to the room we put our bags by the door then walked in to look around. It was just like any other hotel room there was a TV a desk then the bed and a night stand.

We both sat on the bed and started talking while we flipped through the stations on the TV. Jen asked me how my love life was going since Alex and I had broken up. I honestly told her I was feeling down but for the most part was doing ok. Then she surprised me by asking how my sex life was going, I sat not saying anything for a moment. Then I told her how I hadn't had sex anyone since breaking up with Alex and I was getting pretty horny. She joked telling me that there was probably be a chance for me to hook up with a single girl at the wedding. We talked for a little while longer and then I decided I was going to take a shower before I went to bed. 

In the shower my mind started to wonder to thoughts of sex as my hands were rubbing all over. Soon I had my hand wrapped around my cock and I was slowly jerking up and down. After only a few minutes I heard the bathroom door open and I quickly let go of my cock. My sister apologized saying that she really had to take a pee and she couldn't wait for me to get out of the shower. I told her it was ok although I was really worked up now because I had stopped in the middle of jerking off. She left after a few minutes I would have had no problem going back to jerking off but by that time my cock was no longer hard. I stepped out of the shower dried off and then started putting on my t-shirt and boxers.

When I walked out of the bathroom Jen was already laying in the bed watching TV. She had on a cute pink tank top and pajama pants. As I climbed in bed next to her she joked saying that I was lucky because she normally slept naked. I laughed telling her she wasn't the only one that liked to sleep naked. At home I never slept with clothes on and would frequently jerk off because the sheets felt good rubbing against my naked body. Even though we both normally slept naked we knew that it would be weird if we slept in the same bed together with no clothes on. So we remained in our pajamas and after a while we were both asleep. 

Since I wasn't used to sleeping with clothes on I found that I was tossing and turning a lot through the night. Around two in the morning I woke up and found myself spooning with my sister. Her ass was pushed into my cock that was now hard and sticking through the front of my boxers. Realizing what was happening I quickly rolled over onto my back hoping that my sister didn't know what was going on. I lay perfectly still until the feeling of panic began to fade and my cock started to soften. 

Eventually I was able to fall back asleep and the next time I opened my eyes it was morning. I heard the noise of the shower going, my sister had already woken up to get ready. After she got out of the shower I went in and got ready. Jen didn't mention anything about what had happened while we were sleeping so I figured that was a good thing. The day seemed to go quick and soon enough we were at the rehearsal dinner enjoying a few cocktails while talking with family members. 

Dinner went by really quickly and soon enough we were back at the hotel. Jen and I walked in the room we were talking pretty loudly and both admitted that we were pretty buzzed. We sat on the bed watching TV for a while before we decided to go to bed. Jen told me that she hadn't really slept that well last night probably because she wasn't naked. I was kind of surprised at how forward my sister was when she told me that but I figured the alcohol was making her not embarrassed. I said that if it was ok with her and it wouldn't weird her out any we could just try both sleeping naked. Without answering she began to pull her shirt over her head and before I knew it she was naked and climbing under the sheets. Since she seemed comfortable with it I decided that I was going to strip down and get in bed as well. We sat in bed watching TV and I could feel the heat from her bare leg next to mine. It had been a while since I had felt someone else's naked flesh next to mine and it started making me hard. I tried to hide my hard cock by pushing the covers up with my hands so they weren't directly lying on my body. After about a half hour my hard on still hadn't gone and I realized the only way I would be able to get rid of it was to jerk off. I looked over and my sister was asleep this was my chance to quickly jerk off. 

Feeling brave because of the alcohol I slowly started to slide the sheets down my legs past my hard cock. Once my cock was exposed I wrapped my hand around it and started stroking up and down. After a few minutes I brought my hand up to my mouth and put a little spit into my palm so I could have some lubrication for jerking off. Just as I was getting close to cumming I heard the sheets move and in an instant my sister had rolled over facing me. The room was dimly light with a little light shining in from outside through the curtains. I could make out my sisters face but couldn't clearly see if she was looking at me or not. Soon enough I got my answer when I heard her say

"I guess your really worked up." 

I quickly pulled the covers back over me to hide my naked body and raging hard on. I began to apologize to my Jen telling her I was sorry but in the middle of my apology she stopped me and told me it was ok. She explained that she knew I hadn't had sex in a while and that being naked feeling the sheets against my body had probably caused me to get excited. She said if I wanted to I could do ahead and finish because she knew how painful it was when you had to stop. I guess it was because I had alcohol in my system or maybe because I was really horny but I decided that since Jen didn't mind I would start jerking off again. 

I started slowly rubbing my cock under the sheets as it slowly started to get hard Jen suggested that I get more comfortable. When I asked her what she meant she said that I could pull the covers back down if I wanted to. The thought of pulling the covers down and exposing my hard cock to my sister got me even more excited. In no time I had them pulled down and I was getting harder as I played with myself.

My sister looked like she was watching and when I looked over I saw that she was looking down watching my hand as it slid up and down my cock. After a few minuets Jen seemed to get bolder and she asked me what I was thinking about. I was kind of shocked but answered that I was thinking about Alex's ass. Jen seemed interested in my answer and asked a few more questions like what about Alex's ass did I like and how did it look. I told her I always loved how round and full her ass was and that simply looking at it always made me hard. I even went as far as to tell her how hot it was looking at Alex's tight little asshole. Just the sight of it had always made me really hard and was almost enough to make me cum without even doing anything. I couldn't believe the things I was saying but alcohol has a funny way of allowing you to let down your guard and really say what's on your mind. 

With thoughts of Alex's ass in my head and cock now fully exposed I was jerking off and getting very close to cumming. My sister said a few more things one of which caused me to shoot cum all over my stomach. She leaned a little close to me on the bed and it felt like her mouth was right near my ear. She whispered, "You must have loved sticking your finger into her tight little asshole." As soon as I heard those words my cock jerked and cum started shooting out all over my stomach. 

I lay motionless for a little then my sister jokingly suggested that I go to the bathroom and clean myself up. I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom turning on the light I swung the door shut. I was in kind of a daze as I reached for a towel and wiped the cum off my stomach. I was wondering to myself if that had just really happened, had I really jerked off in the same bed as my sister and did she really say all those filthy things. When I eventually walked back out of the bathroom and made my way over to the bed I saw that my sister was sleeping. 

The next morning when I woke up was just like the other one my sister was already in the shower getting ready. When she came out she gave me a smile and said good morning then told me I should hurry up because we were supposed to meet our parents for breakfast. Throughout the day there was no mention of the nights activities and eventually we were at the wedding reception. My sister and I hung out by the bar for a while having drinks, we even danced with each other at some point in the night. By the end of the reception it seemed that we had both drank a good amount and were feeling buzzed. We made our way back to the hotel room once inside my sister disappeared into the bathroom as I made my to the bed turning on the TV. 

After a little while she emerged wearing only a bra and panties. She lay down on the bed facing the foot end while her feet rested on the pillow next to me. A few minutes went by when she turned her head around and faced me. She asked if I was still horny and needed to jerk off again like I did the other night. I was curious to see where she was going with this so I decided to answer yes and then asked her what she had in mind. Without saying anything I watched as her hands started to slide up the sides of her legs and eventually her thumbs hooked into the tops of her panties. Her hands then pulled her panties down her legs until eventually they were at her feet and she kicked them off throwing them to the floor. 

Immediately I started getting hard looking at her bare ass in front of me. She said that since I no longer had Alex's ass to look at maybe I could look at hers while I jerked off. At that point I only had my boxers on so I decided to slide them off and thrown them on the floor. My cock was hard and laying flat against my stomach and my sister stared at it as my fingers slowly wrapped around it. I started stroking while looking at her ass it was very firm and round. As I watched Jens started moving up her legs and eventually were on either of her butt cheeks. 

She slowly pulled them apart exposing her cute little asshole to me as I jerked my hard cock. I couldn't believe I was looking at my sister's asshole and jerking my cock, the excitement was almost too much to take. Her fingers even made there was to her asshole and she started to rub it while I watched. She was moaning and rubbing her cute little brown asshole, I wanted so bad to just touch her asshole. After a few minutes her one hand let go of her butt cheek and slide down her back to her bra. With one quick motion she undid her bra and I saw her sexy little boobs. She had a nice tits they were firm and round with cute little areolas. She had turned on her side slightly with her ass still exposed to me but also now I could see her tits as I continued to jerk off. Her one hand was still on her ass and as I watched her other hand slid between her legs making its way to her shaved pussy. She started rubbing her clit with her one hand and when I looked back at her ass I saw something that made me very hard. Her finger was now sliding in and out of her tight ass.

I watched as her asshole clenched around her finger as it slid in. My cock was so hard and I could feel myself getting close to cumming as I watched her finger her ass. I turned my hips slightly towards her and now my cock was pointed towards her tits. She fingered her ass and rubbed her clit moaning while looking at my hard cock. I felt myself starting to cum and watch as my warm with cum shot out from my cock. My cum started landing in long strands across the soft flesh of my sisters tits. Soon her tits were covered in my warm cum while she rubbed her clit to an orgasm. After both of our orgasm had passed we looked at each other and kind of smiled then she rolled off the bed making her way to the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on and I knew she was getting in to wash the cum off her tits. I just lay there and closed my eyes replaying the while event in my head as I drifted off to sleep.

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I love stories about mutual masturbation and thought I would add a twist making it happen between a brother and sister. Please leave comments I love to hear peoples reactions.