16 comments/ 118605 views/ 67 favorites Being Watched By: ttcrusader A big thank you to SummerX who's encouragement and plot suggestions have motivated me to resume writing. She has given me many ideas for future stories and despite her not wishing to take any credit, she may not appreciate the impact she has had on motivating me to write again. As always, constructive comments are always welcomed and I hope you enjoy this little tale. ***** It was the third night in a row, I was lying in bed with my tablet watching a mother and son porn movie and I could see my bedroom door had been opened a crack and Mum's face was visible peering in as I watched via a small strategically placed mirror on my desk. I was masturbating and had earphones in as I watched the movie, but was actually more excited at the fact that Mum was watching me. My name is Andrew and I'm 22 years old and I've recently moved back home after college to live with my divorced mother, Katie. Mum is 46 years old and she split from Dad just after I went off to college four years ago. Neither of them discussed the reason for the split but as Dad moved in with a significantly younger woman he worked with, I guess he had been fooling around in the latter years of their marriage. Anyway, I was stroking my cock, looking at my tablet and just glancing at the mirror from time to time making sure Mum was still there. For many years I had fantasised about having sex with Mum as I found her a beautiful and sexy woman. The last few days knowing Mum was watching me masturbate, but not challenging me about it suggested that she was possibly attracted to the idea of seeing me in a situation significantly more intimate than is usual for a mother and son. The movie had got to a point where the son had given his mum a creampie and his semen was now displayed dripping from the mother's pussy. With the excitement of Mum watching me, I could still see her in the mirror, I was rapidly approaching my own climax. I pushed the duvet off me in preparation for my own climax and readied the tissues I had. The movement of the bedding caused Mum's face to disappear momentarily, but came back into view a few seconds later. I started thinking about Mum witnessing my ejaculation and although I kept my head pointing at my tablet screen, I rolled more onto my back to tease Mum with a better view. My orgasm was about to descend on me and I looked at Mum through the mirror and for a moment it looked as if our eyes locked onto each other and it was at this point I started ejaculating onto my chest and stomach. Mum's eyes moved to watch my spewing cock, but came back and looked into my eyes briefly one final time before her face disappeared and the door closed. I was blown away with the fact that Mum watched me and I'm sure we both knew she was watching out of choice, and there was no obvious disgust at my actions. I started to ponder what Mum wanted by watching me. Was it simply the sight of an erect penis that got her off or was it the sight of her son's erect penis? I know that for me knowing that Mum was watching me made the event almost mind-blowing. Plus the potential implications that my fantasy might have a chance of being achieved. Suddenly the thought hit me; Mum knows I saw her watching. How will she deal with it? The last couple of days we never had eye contact so I guess she was able to "ignore" the issue thinking I wasn't aware of her presence. Today is a really different situation; we both know of her witnessing my climax, so it is significantly more difficult to ignore the elephant in the room from now on. I decided it would be Mum who will either raise the issue or not. It will probably be best for me that I act as if it didn't happen until she decides to discuss it. However I still couldn't help a little excitement at the thought that Mum was watching me. With this final thought I finished cleaning myself up; switched off my tablet and the light and settled down and went to sleep. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The next morning, I had left for work before Mum had got up. This wasn't particularly unusual because Mum only got up early enough to join me for breakfast when she needed to get into work early, which wasn't very often. As the day progressed, on more than one occasion I found myself pondering, almost day dreaming, about the previous night's events. I had to keep shaking myself to concentrate properly on my job. As a result the day was a somewhat surreal one. All the time I wanted to get home, in the hope that Mum might make me an offer that I couldn't refuse. But at the same time I was finding it difficult to want to have the conversation with Mum in case it didn't go the way I wanted. So a very surreal day. Eventually the day came to an end and I finally cleared my desk. Although it was a Friday and customary to have a drink to end the week, I excused myself from the custom and headed straight home. The house was empty when I got home, again fairly normal, so I set about cleaning the house as Mum and I usually did on a Friday ready for the weekend. Whenever I paused I experienced an increasing feeling of dread and I began to worry that the relationship between Mum and I had been damaged beyond repair. I started to think whether putting the mirror up to see Mum was a good idea now. As the late afternoon went on I felt more and more concerned. It was nearly 6pm and Mum would be home any time now. I had started the washing, cleaned the kitchen and lounge and was heading upstairs to clean my bedroom. After about half an hour, my bedroom was cleaned and bedding changed and I suddenly became a little worried that she wasn't home yet. I was just about to get my phone to call her when I heard a car pull up. I looked out the window to see Mum's car on the drive and the door open with Mum getting out. I watched her go to the boot and watched as she got some shopping out. It seems Mum had gone shopping, which she normally did on Saturday. So perhaps there was no need to worry after all. I went downstairs and opened the front door as Mum was looking for her key. She looked at me and clearly flushed as I looked back at her. She lowered her eyes and simply said, "Hi. Thanks." I felt myself flush as I replied, "Hi." I then asked, "Do you need any help." Without looking at me Mum replied, "Yes please. There's more shopping in the boot." She continued past me without looking up to me. I was worried now. Perhaps last night wasn't a good idea. I went out to the car and got the remainder of the shopping and took it into the kitchen where Mum was sat at the kitchen table her head in her hands and I suddenly realised she was crying. "Hey. What's wrong?" I asked, surprised at how upset Mum was. Mum just burst out crying. I came over and put my arms around her. But Mum seemed to want to pull away from me. "What's the matter?" I asked again. Between sobs Mum finally said, "I'm so sorry Andy." "Sorry for what?" I asked. Still unable to look at me, and after a pause she eventually said, "Invading your privacy." "Oh. You mean peeking at me last night." "Andy, I'm so ashamed that I watched you. I shouldn't have done it." I squeezed her shoulders and this time Mum relaxed into my embrace. I bent down and kissed her on the forehead and said, "Mum. It's ok. I liked that you were there." Trying to put her at ease. "But I was so weak. I should be able to control myself better." "Look Mum, you're obviously upset. Let's forget about it for now and perhaps chat about it later. But I can assure you the only thing I felt about it was being flattered. So no harm done." Mum looked up at me a little shyly and still with tears on her cheek, and with me rubbing my hand on her shoulder she said, "Thank you Darling. Let me go and sort myself out and change, then I'll make something to eat for us." With that I released Mum and she got up and before heading out of the kitchen she turned to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek, another smile and headed upstairs. I put the shopping away and decided to cook a meal. Something fairly quick so meatballs, pasta and sauce with a green salad. I was just about to call Mum down when she walked into the kitchen. She had her casual joggers and a tee shirt on. Her brown hair was damp and she wasn't wearing any make-up, but she looked fresh and had a glow to her complexion. "I was about to call you." I said. "I've made some pasta and salad." Mum smiled and said, "Thanks." She then sat down at the dining table and I served up the pasta and salad. Before I sat down I asked Mum if she wanted a drink and she asked for wine, which I poured and then I joined her at the dining table and we ate, mostly in silence. With the pasta eaten, I was desperate to know what caused Mum to decide to watch me. So I took a breath and asked, "Mum, why did you decide to watch me?" Mum looked at me and said, "I'm so sorry Andy." "I'm not annoyed or scared or anything like that, I'm just trying to understand what would have pushed you far enough to do what you did?" Mum seemed to be searching for something in my expression before she finally answered. All of a sudden she replied, "Andy I'm going to be honest with you, but it will mean that I will tell you things that are very personal to me and I hope you will treat them in the strictest of confidence." "Ok." I replied and I sat back and let Mum speak, She began, "After you came back from college I couldn't help but notice how masculine you had become. You also looked so like your dad when I first met him. I became curious and wondered if you were the same as your dad in all respects, so I needed to see you naked. "For the last few weeks I've tried to see your, uh, genitals, to see if you were like your dad in all respects, but a few nights ago I caught you masturbating and for some reason I couldn't stop watching. Last night I saw you watching me watching you in your mirror and I still couldn't pull myself away. In the end, after you had finished I suddenly thought I had done something inexcusable and probably ruined the relationship we have and I don't know how to forgive myself, or what to do to get you to forgive me. "So I feel like I've betrayed you in the worst possible way. Can you ever forgive me?" Mum's head dropped and she just sat there not saying anything more. "Mum?" I called. She didn't respond. "Mum?" I called again and put my hand on top of hers. This time Mum seemed to flinch at my touch and then she looked at me. "Did you like what you saw?" I asked. Mum looked at me a little puzzled and said, "What?" I said, "Did you like what you saw?" "Um, I don't know what you mean." Mum replied still a little confused by my question. "Was it pleasurable watching me?" I asked Mum was still staring at me, not really completely focused on what I was saying, and then all of a sudden the frustration left her face and she looked me straight in the eye and replied, "I suppose I would have to say yes," I smiled at Mum and asked, "Do I look like Dad?" Mum's face relaxed and showed a slight smile and she shyly replied, "Yes, I guess you do mostly." "Mostly?" I enquired. Mum's smile broadened a little and she looked me in the eye for the first time and replied, "Well you're a little bigger than your father." She then looked down a little coyly. Wanting to know a little more about what Mum wanted and why, I decided to bite the bullet and asked her, "Would you like to watch me again?" "But wouldn't that be a kind of incest?" she asked in response. I thought for a second and then replied, "Well if it is incest, it's already happened, so if you were willing to do it once, I don't see any reason not to do it again, if you want to." "I'm not sure if I could do it again knowing that you know I'm there." "You didn't run away yesterday when you knew I knew you were watching me. So why would it be any different to yesterday?" Mum thought for a moment and said, "Well if you don't mind, I would like to watch you again." "Ok. Let's not worry about it now, let's work out how we'll do it when it crops up." I said trying to keep the conversation light. At this point Mum got up and came around the table to me, and holding her arms out to me, I also got up and went to her. We embraced and Mum hugged me and kissed me on the cheek, finally whispering in my ear, "Thank you Darling. Thank you for understanding and not thinking badly of me." I kissed her back and then held her away from me, at arm's length and smiling warmly at her I leaned back into her and said, "Mum, you'll never do anything to cause me to think badly of you." We released each other and Mum asked, "What would you like to drink?" "I'll have a cider please Mum." "Ok Dear. Go and sit down and I'll bring it in." and then as I reached the doorway Mum called, "Andy!" I stopped and turned. "Thank you." She said with a warm and far more relaxed smile on her face. I smiled back at her, with nothing really to say and turned and headed into the lounge. Mum came in with my cider and we had a few drinks during the evening watching TV and just subdued but normal conversations throughout the evening. It was a pleasant evening and towards the end of the evening we both became quiet, for me, and I guess for Mum as well, as the idea of masturbating again this evening and trying to figure out how Mum might watch, without making it all a bit too perverse. Eventually I decided to go to bed and got up. Mum seemed to look at me, not taking her eyes from me. It was obvious she was hoping for an 'opportunity' this evening. I decided it would be interesting to see how things would play out and very quickly I formulated a plan. I went to Mum and kissed her on the cheek, and then asked quietly, "Would you like to join me in my room?" Mum smiled a little coyly and asked, "Are you sure about this Andy? "I'm sure." I replied. "Ok Dear. You go on up, I'll turn the lights off and join you in a few minutes." We kissed each other on the cheek and I left to go upstairs. In my bedroom I decided I would get into bed with no clothes on, instead of my night shorts. Before getting into bed I got my box of tissues and made everything ready. The last thing I did was place a chair next to my bed facing it for Mum to sit on. I couldn't think of another way of not making it feel sordid. I didn't want Mum to think that I felt she was some kind of pervert. As it was I wanted her to see me as I had a hope that this might lead to something more intimate between us. I got into bed and waited. I was very surprised at how aroused I was. I couldn't wait for Mum to join me and was already hard. After a few minutes, there was a gentle knock on my door and I looked up as Mum just came in without waiting. I was completely blown away. Mum had obviously quickly done her hair and put on make-up but it was what she was wearing that took me completely off guard. She had on a bustier that pushed her breasts up and together barely concealing her nipples. The bustier came down to her waste, with straps connected to very sheer black stockings reaching her upper thigh. She wore some very sheer panties and everything was bottomed off with some stiletto heeled shoes that made her legs look longer than they were. Mum is about 5 feet 9 inches without shoes and although not fat she has a figure that is curvy and a little muscular, giving an overall physique that looks quite powerful. Although I had often seen her in dresses that made her look very desirable and seeing her in jeans always caught my attention due to her legs and rear, which was very shapely indeed. I gave her a little puzzled look and she smiled back at me and actually posed for me to look at her. "Mum. You look stunning and so sexy. Why?" I asked. "Well, I thought if you were going to let me watch you, the least I could do was hopefully dress in something that you might want to look at." "I'm a very lucky guy to see such a beautiful woman." I hadn't really been thinking about what I was doing with my hands, but very quickly I realised I was holding my very hard cock, but this was concealed below my duvet. So I indicated to Mum to sit on the chair which she did, and again to my surprise she sat with her legs parted, giving me a clear view of her crotch. I pushed the duvet off of me and allowed Mum to see my cock held firmly in my hand and immediately started to slowly stroke it. Mum took a breath as she saw me naked and aroused in plain sight and with a couple of glances to look me in the eye she mainly kept her eyes on my cock. Mum was a little flushed, perhaps it was a little embarrassment, perhaps arousal, I wasn't sure, but it made her skin glow and enhanced the beautiful and sensual vision before me. I kept drinking in the sight before me and continued pumping my cock. It didn't take very long before I was heading towards my climax. Mum sensed my heightening arousal and suddenly ran her hands over her breasts, and then from her knees to her thighs, going from sheer stocking to bare skin. She also gave her crotch a quick rub every so often, I assume to help me reach my climax. All of a sudden Mum sat forward and whispered, "Cum for me Darling. Cum for your mother." This sort of finished me off and I had an incredibly intense orgasm. My first ejaculation shot semen high into the air. As this happened I heard Mum gasp. The second was nearly as powerful, and the third shot only about 6 inches and the remaining pulses pushed semen out of my penis to run down my shaft and hand. Very breathlessly I looked at Mum who had a satisfied smile on her face. Being very perceptive she got up and simply said, "Goodnight." And left closing my bedroom door behind her. I was grateful that there was no need to talk to Mum as I cleaned myself up. After a quick last trip to the toilet I went back to bed and settled down and went to sleep. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The next morning we got up and acted normally. Mum seemed to be a little more cheerful than she had been recently and we got into a routine during the day that was no different to any other mother and son. The only change I made was I didn't masturbate between Mum's visits to my room and I let her dictate when that happened. It was a simple case of her asking me at some point during the evening if she could join me in my room. We settled into this routine for the next few months with Mum asking to come to my room a couple, sometimes 3, times a week and wearing erotic clothing to help arouse me. Between visits we didn't really discuss what we did but for a while Mum seemed far happier and a lot more relaxed. After about 3 months Mum seemed to be looking a little less settled and it prompted me to enquire whether anything was wrong. It was another Friday evening and after coming home from having a few drinks with the guys at work, and staying out for a meal I returned to find Mum listening to some music. She was listening to Otis Redding, which she tended to do when she was a little down. This reinforced my increasing concern that something was bothering Mum. "Hi Mum." I asked as I joined her in the lounge. "Everything alright?" "Hi Darling. Yes, I'm fine. I'm just listening to some music. There wasn't much worth watching on the TV." she replied. I saw Mum had a drink that was almost empty and I decided to join her for a while and deciding to get I drink I asked, "Would you like a refill?" "Yes please. There's a bottle of wine open in the fridge." I took her glass into the kitchen, getting myself a cider and refilling her glass, I returned to the lounge and handed Mum her glass. "Thanks Dear." She said. I sat on the sofa and put my feet up and relaxed and decided to listen to the music for a little. Nothing was said for 3 or 4 tracks before Mum picked up the remote and turned the volume down. Being Watched She looked over to me and with a little concern on her face she said, "Andy, I need to speak to you about our little sessions in your room." 'Oh shit' I thought to myself. I looked at Mum and replied, "Ok." "Well, I've been thinking. I'm not really enjoying them as much as I used to." Being a little concerned that it might be something I've done, or not done I asked, "Is it anything I've done?" Mum gave a little smile and replied, "No, you haven't done anything wrong. It's just that I'm not enjoying our sessions as much. "Look, before you start asking a load of questions, let me say what I want to say and when I'm done we can talk about the details. I'm also going to admit something to you that I shouldn't really; no mother should need to admit to her son. "After I leave your room I normally go back to mine and masturbate. But in recent weeks it hasn't been particularly satisfying. There are a couple things I could do but neither of them is really appropriate and may even be illegal." I was really concerned that Mum was going to do something stupid, but she didn't let me say anything. "Andy." She called. "Yes Mum." "I want to ask you a favour." Mum said looking directly at me. I found her gaze a little intimidating, but I replied, "Ok. What is it?" Mum paused and kept looking at me. After what seemed like an age she eventually said, "Andy would you help me masturbate?" "Mum!" I exclaimed in disbelief at her request. She looked a little flushed with embarrassment, which made me feel a little sorry for her. It was strange to think she needed me to help her in that way, and have to ask me. I was also a little confused at what exactly she wanted me to do. So I asked, "What do you mean?" Mum looked up at me and suddenly laughed. I was seriously confused and didn't know what was going on, but looking at Mum laughing all I could do was laugh a little nervously with her, although I had no idea what she found funny. After a moment or two we both stopped, and retaining a smile Mum said, "Well, to be honest the best way is to put a couple of fingers into my pussy and rub my clit." I must have been a picture as I sat open-mouthed at Mum's comment. Mum waited for me to collect my thoughts and just smiled, as the sadness and embarrassment seemed to leave her face. Eventually I pulled myself together and said, "I don't understand." "It's very simple I'm not satisfied by our sessions anymore and despite masturbating afterwards I find I still have a lack of fulfilment. To be totally open with you I would like to have you stimulate me. In return I'll be happy to give you..." and pausing for a moment she eventually continued, "a hand job." Almost immediately I felt my cock pulse at the idea. Then Mum smiled and said, "Andy, I'm as horny as hell, and as much as there is some enjoyment with watching you pleasure yourself, I've got to a point where I need the stimulation of something other than my own fingers, so I'm asking if you will help me." So I was thinking that more of my fantasies are coming true and my cock was far more excited than it should be, but I thought carefully before asking, "Mum, you are offering a son one of their most secret and intimate fantasies, it is difficult to say no." Mum smiled then raised an eyebrow and said, "Only one? What other fantasies are there." I gave a laugh saying, "I think I'd better not say, it wouldn't be appropriate." "I suppose I'll have to guess." She laughed and continued, "For now how do you feel about helping me out?" I got up and held my hand out to Mum. She took it and got to her feet. She looked down at my crotch and patting the obvious bulge she leaned into me, kissed me on the cheek and whispered, "Nice" into my ear. I felt a little stupid, but the excitement was difficult to ignore. I turned, still holding Mum's hand and headed out towards the stairs. I led her upstairs and got to my bedroom door. Mum pulled my hand and said, "Why don't we go to my room tonight?" I said, "Ok." I then let her lead me to her room. We entered and Mum went to her bedside table and turned the light on. She looked back at me, "Andy, turn the hall light off and come back in and close the door please." I stepped back into the hallway and flicked the light switch bringing darkness and then heading back towards the only light source I closed the door of Mum's bedroom behind me after re-entering. Mum came up to me and turning her back to me and looking over her shoulder towards me asked, "Would you undo my zip, Darling? I reached up and pulled the zip down to the base of Mum's back and released it. Mum stepped away from me and pulled the thick straps off her shoulders and turned to face me. She shrugged her shoulders and her dress dropped to the floor revealing only a bra and panties. She stepped forward to me and said, let me get you comfortable and perhaps I can take the edge off things. With that Mum began to undo my shirt, and removed it. She knelt in front of me and undid my trousers. She pulled them down and I stepped out of my shoes as I stepped out of my trousers. Mum then lifted each of my legs in turn and removed my socks. Finally she grasped the waist-band of my pants and pulled them down causing my erect cock to spring up and slap my stomach. Mum looked up at me and smiled when this happened. Eventually stepping out of my pants I was stood naked in my mother's bedroom. "Come and sit on the bed." Mum said pulling me towards the bed. I sat and allowed her to dictate what we did. Mum knelt in front of me, pushed my knees apart and took hold of my cock. She started pumping her hand up and down my shaft. I gasped and then groaned as Mum pumped her hand up and down my cock. I was more turned on than I realised before and in no time at all I was spewing my cum at Mum's face and chest. She shrieked and laughed as it hit her and she kept pumping, but more gently until my orgasm subsided. "My God Mum. I couldn't stop myself cumming so quickly." I said a little breathlessly. "Oh well Darling at least I've taken the edge off." Mum smiled as she replied. We laughed together for a few seconds and then Mum stood up and grabbed some tissues and cleaned herself up. After that she stood directly in front of me and reached behind her back and her bra came loose. She shrugged the shoulder straps and it fell to the floor revealing her bare breasts. "Mum. Your breasts are beautiful." I said. Mum smiled and said, "For an old woman?" "No Mum, they're just beautiful." Mum leaned down and lifted my face by putting her hand under my chin. As I looked up Mum kissed me on the lips. She lingered a little extending the contact. As she broke the kiss she whispered, "Thank you." Standing up she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties and pushed them down and stepped out of them, leaving herself completely naked. Her pussy had a very short trimmed hair and her body was exquisite and a sight I'm so glad I had the opportunity to see. I thought to myself that this moment alone would fuel many a private moment for years to come. Mum was an extremely sexy and sensual woman. "Well Darling, you can stare at me later, but right now I would appreciate some attention and stimulation." Mum said in a much huskier voice and with a look of lust on her face. "It will be my pleasure. Why don't we switch places? I asked. Mum nodded and I got up and Mum seated herself on the bed. I climbed on beside her and got her to lay in the middle of the bed. She looked at me and put her hand to my face and turned mine to hers and pulled me to her. We kissed. It was more than a kiss between mother and son, but not quite a lover's kiss. Mum looked intently into my eyes, it was almost as if she was searching for something. She smiled and I stole another quick kiss and quietly said, "Lay back please Mum." Laying down and still looking at me she said, "Andy, please love me." I lay down beside her and kissed her deeply. Our tongues intertwined and we shared the kiss of lovers for the first time. I broke the kiss and then began showering her face with kisses. I kissed and licked her ears, her neck and then began to kiss her chest. I stayed kissing around her face and chest while I began to gently caress her arms and legs. I was careful not to touch any intimate part of her body. I spent the next few minutes doing this, with Mum's breathing becoming a little more laboured. She moaned quietly as I continued to kiss and caress her. I then began to kiss lower, coming closer and closer to her nipples. I could already see they were erect and Mum's chest was rising and falling as her breathing increased. I concentrated on Mum's breasts and nipples for a while, occasionally going back up to her neck, ears and mouth. I also rubbed across her stomach, hips and thighs with my hands as well. Mum was now giving out little sighs and soft moans. She had started to writhe a little under my touch. I spent the next 10 minutes or so kissing Mum's stomach, occasionally pushing my tongue into her navel. Also I kept going back up to her breasts and nipples and her face and neck. Mum began to giggle a little every time I tongued her navel. My next move was to bypass her pussy and then kiss Mum's thighs kissing up and down her legs. Mum spread her legs with her knees raised and opened them giving me clear access to her now glistening pussy. Mum was moaning and panting at this point, and I kept teasing her skin, with my fingers and mouth, but always bypassing her pussy. Very breathless and almost incoherently Mum eventually said, "Pussy!" I stopped and looked up at Mum's face. She looked at me with lust all over face. Then she grabbed my shoulder, and gasped, "Please Andy, touch my pussy." I decided I would give her what she wanted and got back down between her legs. I pushed two fingers into her sopping wet pussy and then clamped my mouth onto her clitoris. I sucked, licked and nibbled. All I heard from Mum was, "Fuuuuuuuuuck! Oooooh shit. Yes, yes, yes." She started to shake and her hips were humping rapidly against my hand and face. She must have been in the grip of an intense orgasm. I was finding it difficult to hang on to her, but eventually she seemed to calm down a little. I continued to stimulate Mum's vagina with my fingers and concentrated my mouth and tongue to areas around her clit rather than directly on it. Mum put her hands gently onto my head directing me to remain where I was, holding it in place. She also started to speak instead of her unintelligible rants. "Oh Andy, that was incredible." She said still a little breathlessly. My focus was on her pussy and I continued to lick and suck with my mouth and stimulate the inside of her vagina with my fingers. Mum continued with words of encouragement and we remained like this for a time; I'm not sure how long. Eventually Mum started to get more breathlessly, and I began to stimulate her clit directly. Again she began to rant and tremble. Her hips started to hump again trying to intensify my stimulation of her. She began panting again and suddenly her hands clamped down on my head, much more forcefully than earlier and she began shouting between gasps, "Fuuuuck." gasp, "Yes Andy, gonna cum." gasp. Then she began to shake again and she let out a loud groan as the wall of pleasure hit her. "Nnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggg" she screamed as her orgasm washed over her. I softened my stimulation and allowed her to come down gently. I could hear her breathing as she recovered. It began to slow a little as she started to come down from her second intense orgasm. I pulled my head away from her pussy and pulling my fingers from her I began very gently rubbing around her lips, staying away from her clit. With my head raised I looked up at Mum and she was looking a little wiped out, but she smiled at me and very quietly said, "Thank you Andy. I can't remember the last time I came that hard, once; let alone twice." I smiled back at her and she beckoned me to come up beside her. "I hope I didn't hurt you." I asked. "Oh my God, you didn't hurt me but you did bring me off to two unforgettable orgasms. Where on earth did you learn to do that?" "I'm not sure," I replied, "I just did what came naturally." I smiled, almost with a sense of pride that I was able to give Mum so much pleasure after all the times she allowed me to look upon her while I masturbated. Having got up beside Mum, she looked across at me and said, "You smell of my pussy." Before I could reply she began licking and kissing my face, cleaning it of her juices. When she finished I lifted the hand I'd had in her pussy and put it in front of her face. She sniffed my hand and with an "Mmmm" she sucked my fingers and hand clean of her juices. She finished off by kissing me in a very unmotherly way. She pushed her tongue between my lips and I replicated her actions with my own tongue. After we broke our kiss Mum suddenly looked at me with an uncertain look. It was almost like she was trying to decide something. "Is everything ok?" I asked. "Yes Darling. I'm trying to decide whether to ask you to do something." I looked straight into her eyes and said, "You can ask me to do anything." in reply. "Well." she paused. "There's one thing that I would do anything for at this very moment. That's to feel my vagina being stretched by a hard cock." I absorbed this statement and responded, "The only one available is the only one in the world that you shouldn't have." "Well to be honest Andy, I need a fuck and if you don't mind I'm sure I won't." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Although it was obviously a spur of the moment decision I wanted to make sure Mum was sure she wanted to do this. So I asked, "Are you really sure about this Mum?" Mum smiled at me, kissed me and said, "Lover, I'm sure. I've never been more certain about anything in my life. But I do have one regret." "What's that?" "I waited so long." Then she kissed me. We kissed for a good minute or so. Eventually we broke and Mum whispered in my ear, "Fuck me Darling." I moved over on top of Mum and got myself into position. I felt her hand grasp my erect cock and I lowered myself and she positioned the head of my cock at the entrance to her sex. I paused and was about to ask again if she was sure, when I felt her legs lock around my rear and she squeezed me to her. My cock sank into her and we both gasped. I began to slowly move in and out of her, enjoying the heat, moistness and tightness of her velvety channel. We kissed each other again and I could feel Mum trembling a little. She was still turned on from my oral attentions. As we broke the kiss Mum said, "Andy, we can make love later, I want you to just pound your cock into my cunt hard and fast. Just fuck me please." I was taken by surprise at Mum's use of the word 'cunt' but I decided I would give her what she wanted, and I began picking up the pace. Mum responded beneath me with moans and words of encouragement, and her hips kept coming up to meet my heavy thrusts. This was pure sex; this wasn't love making. I was thankful for Mum's earlier hand job. I knew I was going to last a lot longer than I would have if she hadn't 'taken the edge off', as she put it. Mum was now shaking under me and her moaning was intensifying. She was climbing towards an orgasm. I kept up my pace, relentlessly pumping my cock into her. Then suddenly Mum screamed a low long moan and her back arched, almost lifting me off of her. I sank my cock into her and held it there while she came. She was shaking and trembling, her breathing had stopped momentarily as she strained through the peak or her climax. Eventually she gasped and exclaimed, "Fucking gooooood!" She settled back down on the bed and her shaking stopped, but there remained a little tremble. I withdrew my cock to the entrance of her womanhood then pounding my cock back into her. Mum gasped and I started pumping into her again. She began to tremble more intensely beneath me and I picked the pace up again and continued to fuck her. It only took another minute or so and Mum was cumming hard again. I did the same and pushed myself deep into her and held myself while Mum rode the tsunami of pleasure. As before she eased herself back onto the bed after arching her back and I started again. Mum gasped and wrapped her arms and legs around me as I began to pump into her again. Very quickly Mum started to shake again and I felt that exquisite tightness begin in my balls and the tingle in the head of my cock. I kept pumping and Mum start shaking, the pressure kept building in my balls and cock. Suddenly Mum gasped and breathlessly urged me on, "Cum for me Lover. Cum in my cunt." Very quickly we both seemed to rush to what became a shared climax. I could feel my cock stiffening and the head seeming to swell significantly. Mum must have felt that as well as suddenly she peaked and screamed. Her inner walls seemed to clamp down on me intensifying the stimulation and this took me over the edge and I began pumping my cum deep into Mum. Mum wrapped herself around me and clung to me like she was clinging to life itself, I did the same to her wanting to be as close to her as I possibly could. We were both groaning as we rode the wave. Mum was still shaking and my own orgasm had subsided with the pulsing of my cock finishing. I held Mum as it took her a little longer to come down from her orgasm. All of a sudden with her mouth alongside my ear Mum sobbed loudly and it was obvious she had begun to cry. I lifted my face and looked at her. Her tearful eyes met mine, but there was a smile on her face. She kissed me and then whispered, "My God Andy. I never realised how much I needed that." I needed to know if sex with me was something she regretted and asked, "Any regrets?" Mum began to cry more and sobbed, "Yes. Only one though." A little surprised, and concerned I asked, "Because it was me?" "Oh no. I'm so happy it was you. My regret is that I didn't have the strength to open up to you months ago. I so needed sex and to be honest I needed sex with you even more." She raised her head and we kissed passionately. Breaking the kiss I smiled and then kissed the tears away from her cheeks and eyes; tasting their saltiness. Mum just looked at me and smiled as she enjoyed the moment. We both enjoyed the closeness between two people; a man and a woman; two lovers; a mother and her son. I rolled off Mum and we lay side by side and I wrapped my arms around her. We lay there for a minute or so and then suddenly Mum giggled. "What's the matter?" I asked. Still giggling Mum replied, "I'm leaking." I released my hold on her and asked, "Would you like me to get some tissue?" "It's ok. I like the thought that my pussy is full of your cum." Mum replied, pulling herself closer into me. Her words seemed to hit me like a sledgehammer and it suddenly dawned on me that despite Mum's age, at 46, she was probably still fertile and I hadn't given it a thought. What if she became pregnant? I decided to ask her, "Mum, I didn't use a condom and I never checked to see if you were taking any contraception. I'm really sorry." Mum smiled and responded, "I guess I didn't give you an opportunity to plan things, so don't be upset. Plus, I have sort of planned that this might have happened and when I started watching you I went back on the pill. So as much as there is a bit of a thrill to the idea, I doubt we have anything to worry about." I smiled at Mum, mostly in relief at not considering the consequences and then I wrapped her in my arms once again and we lay together not speaking. After about 5 minutes, Mum's breathing had become very regular and it was obvious she had drifted off to sleep. I soon joined her. Being Watched ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The next thing I knew it was bright, and morning had arrived. It took me a few seconds to get my bearings, being in Mum's room, but I quickly got myself together and was a little disappointed at being alone. I was wondering whether to get up and find Mum, when I heard her footsteps climbing the stairs. The bedroom door opened and Mum walked in wearing just her stiletto heeled shoes. I gasped at this vision of sexuality stood before me. Perhaps her breasts weren't as taught as a 20 year old, or the tone of her abdomen, but her legs and the overall package including her hair being a little unkept, like she had just had sex, made her look stunningly sexy. I complimented her, "My God Mum. If I'd known just how hot you are I think I would have moved heaven and earth for a chance to sample the delights of your fantastic body." Mum beamed and placed the two cups of coffee she had in her hand down, she came back to the middle of the room and gave me a long slow twirl. I was in awe of how Mum looked naked and I was also struck at the effect her heels had on her legs. Not only did I appreciate what was in front of me, but my cock had hardened in appreciation as well. I gave her a wolf whistle causing her to laugh. She was in no way embarrassed and I got the sense that I was seeing a side of my mother that, as a son, I shouldn't really be seeing. Mum grabbed the coffees and came and sat on the bed beside me, handing me one. I couldn't contain my joy at fulfilling a fantasy of mine and said, "I can't believe we had sex with each other last night." Mum smiled and responded with, "I'm not sure that was simply sex, I would say you fucked my brains out." I gasped and said, "Mum, what has got into you?" "Darling, this is a side of me that you shouldn't really see. I am a woman and I enjoy sex." and pausing and considering something she continued, "No I crave sex. I like to see a man with a raging hard on, I love having a cock sliding in and out of my pussy. I think I need to warn you that you have opened the door to a part of my life that needs some freedom and exercise, so be warned, I'm going to need plenty of cock to catch up." I was completely blown away and the idea that I was going to be fucking Mum time and time again was causing me to become even more aroused. "Mum, can I ask you something personal?" "Of course you can." "Was it just your need for sex, or have you fantasised about having sex with me?" Mum laughed and replied, "Well talk about being blunt." and then she became a little more serious and continued, "I have to say that initially I just needed sex, but since I started watching you I really wanted you to be satisfying me sexually." Mum sipped her coffee and she said, "Would you like to do something really different today?" I smiled and asked, "What do you have in mind?" "Well I feel really comfortable in my birthday suit and I wondered if you'd like us to stay in our birthday suits for the day?" With the opportunity to gaze upon my mother in this way being offered all I could say was, "Mum, I can't think of anything more desirable." "Well. How about this to make it even better. I feel like a bit of a tart at the moment and would be happy if either of us fancied a fuck, to just say so and just do it wherever we are at the time." "God Mum, I can't get used to you talking like this. Although I love it, and it is so hot." Mum grinned broadly and said, "Get used to it Darling because I love talking dirty and I love a hard cock pumping in and out of my cunt. I also like hearing my man talk dirty as well, so don't feel you have to be polite." All I could do was laugh and Mum joined me and we hugged and kissed before finishing our coffee. The rest of the weekend flew by with us both staying in our birthday suits and just fucking when we felt like it. I didn't have a clue just how much Mum wanted or needed sex. She was almost insatiable. About ten minutes after we went downstairs, Mum was riding me. She realised that I was only able to perform so many times and she often had me bring her to orgasm and then let me recover without cumming. Some may find that to be a little cruel, but I was grateful as it allowed me to stay aroused for most of the day. Initially thinking how many times and ways I could fuck Mum, it ended up being Mum that initiated most of the sex. We had another fuck session on Saturday night and Sunday we did similar to Saturday staying naked and generally Mum getting me to fuck her when she wanted it. Sunday evening was a little different, as we dressed and spent the evening eating and drinking a little, almost like a very intimate date. Mum wore a little black dress with stockings and heels and I dressed in a shirt and trousers and we enjoyed each other's company before eventually taking ourselves off to bed. Unlike Friday and Saturday, on Sunday we made love. It was intimate and it was close. I'm not sure if I could love anyone like I loved and love my mother. Yes, what we have may be socially intolerable for many, unacceptable for some, but for a few perhaps there is a little understanding. This was the start of a period of my life that I know I will cherish till my end. How long it will last, who knows. But I love my mother and with our physical intimacy I know I love her more today than I ever had in the past. If that is a bad thing, then perhaps the rest of the world have got it wrong. Being Watched I don't know why I said yes, but I did. Maybe I was just drunk and horny that night. I had decided, with my husband's encouragement, to try another man for the first time. I looked at Bruce my husband and he just grinned at me and gave me a little shove. I looked at Mark and Sandie and they both smiled then Sandie offering me her hand and lead me over to the bed as Mark sat down on the couch next to Bruce to watch the show. I could feel myself coloring up as she helped me strip off naked. I grinned as looked at Bruce and Mark then moved over to the bed and lay down. You know I have always been attracted to Sandie but I thought it was going to get fucked tonight by another man, like Mark. yeah, I know he is a big guy, and Sandie said his cock is big but not huge but just right, it measures 9" inches fully erect. Patience I thought, then Sandie sat down next to me and gave me that first kiss, I kinda felt girlish, like I was a teen girl fumbling around again with that strange excitement and fear washing over me. Still I turned my head and we kissed and her lips were thick soft and hot. She pulled me in a little tighter. I took a sharp breath as she turned me slightly and brushed her hand up my leg I could feel and hear her breath getting quicker as her hand eased my legs open and she traced her fingers up my inner thighs. I caught my breath as she touched my crotch. No Woman had ever been there other than my husband Bruce. It felt strange and I felt guilty, yet somewhat excited at the same time. I opened my legs a little wider feeling kind of shaky with nerves. I squeezed my eyes shut and held my breath as Sandie's handmade full contact, cupping my crotch. I froze as her thick finger traced my slit up and down I jumped and gasped as she gripped my pussy and squeezed. Bruce was not like this, he was always soft and gentle, whereas Sandie was a little more forceful rubbed her fingers at my pussy, parting my lips and teasing at the opening to my cunt in a different way then Bruce. I opened my eyes to see her eyes open wide as if they were smiling at me. She knew, I knew why she was smiling at me, because I was already soaking wet, I felt like I had peed myself. My pussy was responding to her hands as she sent loving hot waves of pleasure through me in an instant. This was not like me to get this hot so quickly, my pussy was funny, it needs a lot of teasing and pleasing before she was this hot. It must be the excitement of actually doing this, I thought to myself. I froze as her fingers pushed lower. There was no messing, as she slid one finger between my lips over my now tingling clit and pushed it deep inside me in one swift motion. It was a thick finger too, making me gasp as she pushed it deep. It left me gasping as she pulled back and her finger brushed hard against my clit only to drive it back into me with force. I threw my head back as I gasped for air. Never in my life had I felt such intense feelings rush through my body so quickly. My pussy was on fire as she drove her finger deep into me and all the while with each thrust she dragged it over my clit. My head was a spin with what she was doing to me. Then I jumped and squealed as she forced two of her fat fingers into me. It was a tight fit, but she wiggled them and twisted them until she got them in. God I felt full. Then she leaned over and started licking my clit and finger fucking me the same time. I could not hold it I was physically shaking as each movement of her tongue and fingers sent waves of pleasure through me. It was just too intense, I felt my head was going to explode or I was going to hyperventilate or something. That's when it hit me; it was deeper and stronger than I have ever felt before. Like a volcano erupting inside me. The power of it had me breathless, I did not know what to do, I was out of control, I never lose control, I always have the power. This time though it was taken away from me as my body took over and instead of pushing her hand away I was pulling it in tighter and thrusting my cunt hard onto her driving fingers. My heart was beating in overdrive, sweat was breaking out all over me. I was fighting for breath. I was screaming, yes Sandie please lick me more, Then it stopped, it was over, I was left floating as I gasped for air. No, no, I thought as Sandie slowly pulled her fingers out of me sending small shudders of ecstasy through me. Somehow, I did not want her out of me. I wanted her in there forever. I felt empty, as a cold shiver washed over me. We both lay next to each other on the bed as she smiled at me. I was in dreamland and breathless. I have never felt like that before. It was new, Bruce, I thought he was a good attentive lover, soft gentle and always made sure I had my small climax. Now, now how could I compare those small climax's to what had just happened, they were not even in the same league. I must look a mess, I though as I looked over at Bruce, who had a shocked jealous look on his face, he looked almost as shocked as me as to what had just happened. Oh my god I thought, Sandie had just given me more pleasure with her one hand in just a few moments than Bruce had ever given me in the last three years. Oh, I felt so slutty then, I felt dirty, I had just let another Woman feel me up and pleasure me right in front of my husband. I wish I could have said it was the drink, but I really enjoyed that. Sandie then leaned back and walked back to the couch,I was lost in my guilty thoughts of what had just happened when I heard it. It was the unmistakable sound of a zipper. I looked to my right as Marks jeans hit the floor exposing this large thick cock at full erection. He had a clear view of my bald shaven wet swollen pussy. Oh no, I thought, what is he going to do to me. I felt knackered and wasted, I was totally out of energy.I knew it was going to happen at some point and to be honest after what I had just been through with Sandie my reservations about fucking another man had just gone out the window. He was now on his knees between my spread thighs pointed his big hard cock with this large bulbous head at my bald shaven hot, wet swollen pussy. I froze, felt my stomach heave it was twice the size of Bruces OK, gather yourself, I told myself as I breathed in a large lungful of air through my nose. I can do this, I reassured myself. Fuck, it was big, fuck it was fat, fuck it was knobbly, fuck, fuck, fuck, is all I could think about. I watched his eyes open wide He was not gentle, in fact he was a little rough as he positioned himself to fuck me. Yes, I know Mark has a big cock, but actually seeing the size compared to Bruce's was a shock in its self. Bruce I know has six inches, but this cock of Mark's must be nine inches long and just like the Sandie said it was and "just the right size". Oh my god, I thought what the hell have I let myself in for he was going to put all that it inside me. But still I leaned back opening my legs and lifting my knees to accept him. Mark smiled at me with a wide grin as he pushed the cock head against my clit and eased it between my swollen cunt lips. I looked down to see that the large head covered most of my open pussy and gasped as I felt him nudge it at the opening to my cunt. Bruce was leaning back now, he had his own cock in his hand and was wanking himself off. There was no rush in him thank fuck, as I was half expecting him to just slam his fat meat into me. Instead, he just moved it up and down my slit holding it tight with one hand while his other hand stroked at my thighs. I felt myself start to relax and enjoy what he was doing as I closed my eyes. "Hold um up you slut." Slut, I thought, he actually called me a fucking slut. Right here in front of my husband, this man with his fucking cock against my pussy had just called me a dirty fucking slut. I was in half a mind to call it off. Still like a dirty slut I gripped the back of my knees and pulled them up as far as I could. I screamed, not just a scream, a silent scream, one that had me digging my nails into my crotch as he slid his cock into me. Bruce was leaning back with his mouth open and I saw a long jet of cum shoot from his cock high into the air and land on the floor. Four long shots quickly followed as he gripped his cock tight. Mark grinned at me with sparkling eyes as he just eased it in, then gripped my hips pulled back and slammed into me again . I then picked up the rhythm met him thrust for thrust as he fucked me smacking his balls against my ass. I found my voice, well almost, The the pain switched to pleasure as the wet sound of our fucking filled the air along with my breathless screams, my pussy just exploded and my body shook violently as this beast of a man fucked me senseless.. I felt like I was a rag doll as his pounding shook me and my orgasm rolled on and on making my body quiver with ecstasy. Oh god it's got to stop, god please make him cum, god please I cannot take it anymore, fuck god please. I was screaming for it to stop, yet I was screaming to be fucked hard. God I wanted fucking, god I was getting fucked, god I wanted more of his big fat cock, god I wanted it, deeper, as deep as he could get it. I found myself ramming my dirty wanton cunt at his cock to drive it in faster. His wife Sandie was so lucky. He just leaned back and roared with laughter as I screamed my orgasm. He pulling out his cock and aiming it at my face. "You want my cum Christina?" "Yes, god, yes I want it!" I screamed back at it. "I want it fucking all!" I then started stroking it hard and fast as he tensed up then it exploded spraying over my face covering me with shot after hot shot of his salty cum. Then Bruce was there, he had his little cock in his hand and was wanking it at my face. He put his hand to the back of my head and pulled me towards it. I ducked and slipped under it to lay down exhausted. Bruce did not give up, he moved my leg and slid his cock into my dripping pussy with ease. I could feel him pumping it into me, but it was not the same. I still felt empty, I still felt that I wanted Mark and Sandie. I cried as Bruce fucked me, I let him do it as I thought about Mark and his big cock driving deep into me and his hard hands pulling at my flesh, wanting to own me, to take me. He had and I knew it, Bruce was doing nothing for me, nothing at all as he moaned and fucked me. I knew it then deep in my heart that I had changed, Mark and Sandie had changed me. He had taken my heart and soul, I was theirs, I knew it. I wanted it, I wanted them, my body wanted them, they had fucked me in too a painful, pleasurable submission. I pushed Bruce off and crawled over to Mark on all fours. He looked at me and he knew what I wanted so opened his legs. I felt low, I felt dirty, but I had to have it, I needed it. I felt Bruce behind me trying to push his cock back into my pussy, so I sat down and took hold of Mark's heavy cock and sucked the head deep into my mouth until I felt it go hard. Mark just pushed me away and said it was Sandie's turn and I was to go lick her pussy. Next morning after Mark and Sandie had left to go home I was drinking my coffee when Bruce came down stairs. I stayed silent for a while, and then he looked at me and said I want you to pack your things and leave, and take half the money and go live with Mark and Sandie. Bruce knew, he just knew he could never satisfy me ever again.