17 comments/ 69576 views/ 39 favorites Mother Watches By: WinterIsCumming The first time Brett Burgess' mother appeared outside his window he thought it was an embarrassing accident. Brett was twenty. He had returned home during the summer holidays from university. He was studying computer science. His term time was spent between classes, writing his thesis, marathon training and phoning home to Mum. Brett was an avid runner. He did the 5km in under 20 minutes and was expecting to do his first marathon later that year. He had always been athletic but his build had become more toned and defined at college. He had few friends and was too shy to ask girls out. He was aware of their approving glances and occasionally caught flattering stares and the flirtatious battering of eyelashes. Brett phoned home to Mum every night. They mostly spoke about his thesis and his coursework. She had always taken an intense interest in his intellectual development. But these college phonecalls had allowed them to become closer still. She sometimes shared her frustrations at home. Mostly to do with his father. He was distant. Always out of town and unfriendly. Brett shared his frustrations with girls. At first he told her little. But eventually he opened up more. These phonecalls had brought them surprisingly closer together than they had ever been at home. They had become intimate discussions of their hopes and fears. He never openly said it but he guessed his mother must realise he was still a virgin. When he had arrived home that summer she had commented on how fit he was looking. 'Your shoulders are so broad Brett' she said rubbing them affectionately. He complimented her also. She had lost some weight and he could squeeze her waist between his two large hands. She giggled like a woman half her age. She was forty but she was in very good shape. Her thin waist was accentuated by a large bosom and a backside that hand curved further with age. Her brown hair was cropped short at chin height. She wore librarian glasses that made her look more naughty than stern. She had always been quite strict with Brett. She was known in the neighbourhood to be prim and proper and was the chair at the local church community centre. They had always been conservative at home. Despite his mother's good figure he had never seen her in swimwear or even a slightly revealing blouse. They never swore or even mentioned bodily functions. In his home nobody spoke of sex. That's why it was with some embarrassment and surprise that Brett saw his mother standing outside his window that day. She was watering the garden and had stopped outside some flowers in front of his room. She was partially obscured by the leaves of an overhanging tree. But there could be little doubt that from where she was standing she would be able to see straight into his bedroom. He had just come from the shower and in keeping with a habit he had picked up in college had not dressed immediately. His towel was still around his waist as he had been doing little odds and ends tasks around his bedroom. Normally when he went to go shower there was a tacit agreement that no one would venture out onto the front lawn. Sometimes in the old days he would draw his curtains for extra measure but his mother had been such a prude that she had never gone out in any case. It occurred to him that this must be some kind of bizarre accident. He recognised that if she hadn't caught sight of him yet that she would do so at any minute. She would then turn away hurriedly and they would never even mention it had happened. Brett had frozen where he was and after several minutes his mother was still there. The flowers must be drowning he thought. He wondered if he should go across and close the curtains. Somehow this felt like the wrong thing to do. It felt rude. Like shutting his mum out. If she was looking at him deliberately then that strangely pleased Brett. It was bringing them closer together still. Besides he wasn't revealing anything more than she might see at the pool anyway. Mum knows just about everything about my life, he thought, maybe she is just as interested in my physique as she is in my thesis. She had been so unhappy lately. If it made her a bit happy to check me out, he thought, where is the harm in that. Eventually she had stopped watering the flowers and gone back inside. Later in the evening when they had dinner his mother seemed surprisingly cheery and Brett didn't know if it was imagination or not but she was acting rather elated. As he predicted they didn't mention what had happened that afternoon but Brett did wonder if her good mood had been because of it. A few days later Brett and his mother were having tea in the living room. 'Brett I am really sorry to dump all this on you. Your father and I are just going through such a rough time at the moment. I have no one else to talk to. It is so good having you home.' She said with a sob. 'Mum let me know if there is anything I can do?' He said earnestly. 'That is very sweet.' She smiled warmly. 'Right that's enough mopping for one afternoon' she said with a start. 'Were you going to take a shower now?' she asked innocently. Brett said that he was. It didn't occur to him even then that his prim mother maybe wasn't being so proper after all. After his shower he was standing in his room once more. The front lawn was empty as usual. He could see the drowned flowers in front of his window. He was just about to start dressing when he heard the garden hose outside. He made a start to close the curtains. But something held him back and then as had happened a few days before his mother appeared at the flowers outside his room. For want of something better to do he pretended to be busy sorting things out. He would give her a little show he guessed and then she would go inside as she had previously. But in that moment a thought occurred to Brett that had never occurred to him before. What if she wants to see me in the nude? The thought was weirdly electrifying. It gave Brett a sudden jolt. He felt his pulse increase with a strange unknown excitement. The blood flow increased to his groin. He was stacking some books on his desk when he began to feel his towel loosen. At first he reached to catch it and then something strange took over him and he decided to leave it be. The towel slid down his buttocks. He knew that from where his mother was standing she would have a perfect view of his bare arse. He half expected her to go now. He thought he would hear the hose pipe turn off and she would go inside. I have taken it too far he thought. He pretended to move books around some more and when he glanced around his shoulder he could see that she was still there. She was closer in if anything. He could see her librarian glasses clearly through the leaves. Alright then, he gulped. His face was flush. It was weirdly exhilarating being exposed like this. His heart was beating so fast that he could hear its beating in his ears. His hands were shaking. What is wrong with me he thought. It was as if he had lost control of his body. In the next moment he felt himself bending over to pick up some books. His legs were slightly apart and as he bent forward he felt his genitals swing between his thighs and into view. He stayed like that for a few moments and continued fussing with the papers on the floor. He kept his legs straight as he bent from his hips. If his mother was still watching she would be getting the most intimate view. When he stood up after what seemed like an age she was still there. He felt the precum dripping down his leg. He was dizzy. Moments later she had switched off and gone back inside. Brett was literally quivering with an entirely new sexual excitement. That night they spoke of ordinary things and talked about his university experiences some more. Neither of them brought up the afternoon's events again. Half the excitement lay in the fact that it was unspoken and unknown. Brett had no clue what his ordinarily very proper mother was thinking. Almost a week past before she appeared outside his window again. Brett had been beginning to think that he had taken it too far previously or that she no longer found the thought of it exciting. But this time she was planting new flowers outside his room. Brett realised that she had probably been trying to come up with a new excuse to be there. This time Brett disrobed almost right away and stood drying himself giving his mother a full frontal view. He knew his penis was slightly bigger than the average. He was uncircumcised. His penis was a good shape. Thick and long. The head swelled proudly from the shaft. His balls were mostly hairless. The right hanging lower than the left. He kept his pubic hair cropped short and it accentuated his length. His athletic physique rippled as he rigorously dried himself. After a while he looked up and expected to see his mother pretending to be planting the flowers. Instead she was looking straight at him. She was smiling sweetly. She gave him a knowing and naughty stare and then went back to work. For moment Brett wasn't sure if she had really made eye contact and if she had really acknowledged the fact that he was standing naked right in front of her. What is more is that not only had she acknowledged it but she had smiled. She had approved of it. This thought drove Brett crazy and his already half erect penis stiffened. The pre cum flowed from his urethral opening. His penis head was dark red from all the blood and it surged out of the foreskin. Brett's mother looked up from her flowers. Her librarian glasses were halfway down her nose as she stared at his penis. Brett's mind was buzzing with the excitement. Part of him wanted to cover up even now. He was totally exposed at his most intimate. His mother was staring at his genitals. The same mother who had never really acknowledged the existence of sex or bodily functions. Brett felt utterly humiliated and powerless and at the time more exhilarated than he had ever been in his life. His mother was completely objectifying. She was looking at his penis as if it was some curious and exciting object. His whole body was tingling. He knew that they would never speak of this afterwards. That it was just for now in this weirdly intimate view through his window. He could see that she would be in an amazing mood and that this would make her very happy and forget about the problems with his father. It was the ultimate expression of sharing. The ultimate trust and revelation to someone to climax in front of them. She smiled approvingly once warm and said 'Come to mama' as Brett unassisted and uncontrollably ejaculated in huge spurts of endless warm semen. She coyly did a little applaud and beamed her thanks. Mother Watches Pt. 02 After Brett Burgess' mother had watched him orgasm in front of her, he hoped the next step in their relationship journey would involve her intimately touching him. But the unexpected and unwanted presence of his father had put those fantasies on hold. His father had returned from a prolonged business trip. He was about the house constantly and as much as he had interrupted the emotional sharing Brett had with his mum, his father also had disturbed the delicate balancing act that had led to Brett sharing his naked body. To make matters worse the early heat wave of June had given way to incessant rains. The downpour had left little opportunity for his mother to watch him from the garden even if his father hadn't been there. Brett had started to wonder if that was for the best. Their relationship had become stronger after he ejaculated in front of her. She had watched through his bedroom window and coyly clapped for his climaxing. He felt satisfaction in the thought that she had seen him exposed. It felt right and complete, like a missing piece of the jigsaw of their mother and son relationship had fallen into place. They both had the memory of that sunny day. He knew that they would both replay it over and over again in their heads. But maybe that was enough. They didn't need to take it any further. He fantasized about her taking his penis in her small manicured hands with the sharp nails. He imagined what it would be like if he was to ejaculate on her face. He thought that would be an amazing sharing experience with her. Perhaps these thoughts were better left as fantasies though. There was his father to think about now and he wasn't even sure if his mum would want to take it further. Whenever conversations with her had turned in that direction Brett would feel his mouth dry out and his tongue feel heavy and thick so that he would wonder if his mother noticed the change in his tone or sense the quickening of his pulse. He never quite knew how much to acknowledge or recognise. They had never properly discussed what had happened. It seemed as though there was another boundary there, one which both of them dare not cross. All these factors played into Brett's surprise when he climbed into the shower that morning in late July and he was confronted with his mum's undergarments. He realised that until that moment in all his twenty years he had never actually seen her underwear before. His mother was prim and proper. She didn't wear revealing clothes and never left her undergarments so that they were visible in the laundry. He had never actually seen her in just her underwear before, but he had also not seen her underwear by itself either. She had been discreet and modestly kept it from view. Brett had considered her underwear off limits and in general any talk of underwear was done with some embarrassment and awkwardness. He had once or twice wondered what type of underwear she might wear and the sensible silk skin coloured briefs and brassier were exactly what he had expected. He looked at them for a few seconds before reaching over to take them out. Then he recalled that she had asked him not to handle her laundry after he had been running. She sometimes left clothes to drip dry in the bathroom and didn't want her sweaty and muddy son handling her delicate items. Brett reasoned that this rule probably especially counted for her underwear. He was keenly aware that he had changed out of his running clothes before coming to the bathroom. She had asked him not to traipse about through the house in his muddy gear. He was now left with the dilemma of moving the underwear out of the shower in which case she would realise he had done so. Or he could go back to his room and change into his wet and muddy running shorts again and call her down to come remove the laundry. Both options didn't seem very satisfactory. The first option was out because he knew it was these type of small things that really annoyed her and he certainly didn't want to cause her any irritation, however small. The second option was unattractive because he didn't want to change back into the wet running clothes again. A thought then entered his head that sent an electrifying pulse surging through his body. What if she wants me to call her down while I am naked, he thought. Could that be possible, he asked himself. Maybe she set it up so that I would be forced to be down here naked while she came in to get the underwear. The thought was at once both unbelievable and plausible. It didn't seem beyond the realms of reason. She had seen him naked through the window that sunny morning, but the important difference was that there had been a very real physical barrier between them. If he called her into the bathroom now, nothing would separate her from his nakedness. It didn't seem a coincidence either that this just happened to be the time she had asked his father to go pick up a few groceries. On one occasion Brett had come back from a run and bumped into his mum in the passageway. He had partially undressed from his muddy clothes and was just wearing his running shorts. His mother had been startled at first but then placed her hands on his shoulders and talked to him. 'I want you to know that I respect your privacy' she had said. 'I want you to feel comfortable and relaxed around me.' 'Thanks mum' Brett had said shifting his hands across his front. 'I appreciate that. Privacy is important to me.' 'That's good dear, but also...' she paused momentarily as if thinking how to phrase her words carefully '...but also you don't have to be shy. You are a strapping young man. Any mother would be so proud with such an intelligent and athletic son.' She ran a finger across his shoulders. She did it incidentally. It was natural. 'You certainly don't need to hide.' She beamed a smile at him. It was a knowing smile. It was also a very naughty smile. 'I don't want to embarrass you Brett but speaking as a woman I have every confidence you will make your girlfriends very satisfied one day'. Brett felt his heart beating hard and didn't trust himself to reply just thinking about what she was referring to. That was probably the most risqué thing he had ever heard his mother say. 'So I don't want you to think that you need to hide yourself.' She looked down his body as she spoke. 'I am not as prudish as they all make out'. She giggled sweetly. Brett loved to see her laugh. On that day Brett had walked the few steps to the bathroom without daring to look back. He wondered if his mother had watched him walk into the bathroom, he fantasised that she had. And then the bad weather had started. At first Brett thought it would clear within a couple of days but it had set in as a steady drizzle. He had continued to go out running even in the rain. The first time he had come back from a run when it had been raining he headed straight for the shower. He found a white blouse hanging to dry. He realised that his mum was forced to drip dry the more delicate clothes in the bathroom as they couldn't hang outside in this weather. He carefully hung it outside before climbing in. This happened a few more times until his mother eventually asked him to call her to collect them instead. She said she would prefer to hang them up herself and Brett thought nothing of it and guessed that her sweaty son handling her clean laundry wasn't the best idea. The next time he called her to collect the laundry he handed it to her with his head sticking around the door. It gave him an exhilarating rush thinking that the door acted as the only barrier protecting his nakedness. She had thanked him but said that next time she could come in and collect it herself. The next time turned out to be when he had found her skin coloured underwear. It hadn't been missed upon him either that his mother had sent his father to the shops again. As Brett considered whether or not to call his mother down he remembered her saying that he mustn't be shy. She had said that he needn't hide from her. So maybe with all the rain she had in fact devised this opportunity in the place of watching him from the window. She could be waiting for me to call up this very second he thought breathlessly. Then again, he thought, maybe this would be crossing a line that he really shouldn't cross. Maybe she wouldn't expect it at all. What had happened in front of his window had been a bit of fun and most importantly there had been the very real and physical barrier of the window between them. If he called her down now he would be fully exposed in touching distance. Perhaps she had meant that next time she would collect it herself not expecting Brett to be fully undressed. There would be nothing between her and his naked body now. He felt a stiffening in his penis at the thought. He stood there motionless weighing up his options for some time. And then eventually he called out. 'Mum,' he tried to sound calm 'I see there actually is some laundry in the shower after all'. Oh my god he thought to himself. I have said it now. Oh my god. He covered his groin out of reflex. He waited. But there was no reply. Maybe she hadn't heard he reasoned. But maybe she had heard and was pretending not to. Maybe his father was back early. He called for her again, a lump in his throat. 'Mum' he shouted this time. 'Yes' she replied right away. Suddenly he heard her footsteps. 'Yes dear' she called. Brett stuck his head out of the bathroom door and could see she was walking down towards him. 'Um' he mumbled. Still time to back out, he thought again. 'Is everything ok?' 'Yes, it is just this...laundry' he said at length. 'Oh I completely forgot about that' she said walking down towards him, his head still tilted out of the doorframe. Thoughts suddenly flashed through Brett's mind that of course his mum was too nice and sweet to have devised this whole scenario. How stupid of him. The chair of the local church board would not do such a thing. He was betraying her trust. All the strong bonds of their relationship would break. She would wonder why her son had called her into the bathroom while he was completely naked and she wouldn't fail to notice that he was semi hard now. How would he be able to explain it? 'I will just pop in to get it if that's ok?' she asked. Brett held the door half closed so that she could only see his head. He had frozen. 'Is everything ok son?' she asked. 'Are you maybe not completely decent in there?' she said with a warm knowing smile. It was a smile that robbed Brett of all his senses. 'Yes' he stammered. 'That's ok honey. I can come back.' She seemed to turn. Then hesitated. 'Only...only remember what I said to you about not being shy?' Brett nodded. 'Well you don't need to be shy dear.' she said with a girlish laugh. 'If it will make you more comfortable why don't you cover up with your hands in front while I am in there' she said demonstrating with her hands at the top of her legs. Brett's head was spinning so fast. He felt a stream of precum dripping down his leg. He didn't know what to make of this new turn in events. He had invited her down for this very reason. But now that it was happening he felt genuinely scared and embarrassed. On the one hand he felt intimidated, and on the other he felt confused and unsure. Maybe he was the only one getting terribly excited. Maybe his mother was just being a normal mother and it was perfectly natural for her to come in and see her nude son. Where was the harm in that? Maybe the only harm was that she would see that he was excited and that wouldn't be ok. 'Ok mum' he said at last. 'Just give me a second.' He closed the door and looked himself over in the mirror just to see how much his hands would cover. She would just see his pubic hair around the sides of his fingers. But with his erection he realised he wouldn't be able to cover all of himself. She would of course have a clear view of his buttocks in the mirror if she looked that way. 'Brett?' she called. 'Can I come in dear? There is nothing to be embarrassed about.' 'Ok come in' he called. She stepped in straight away her eyes immediately looking at his groin. But at the last minute he had chickened out and covered himself with a small hand towel. 'Ah sweetie' she beamed coyly. 'Show your mum what you have under there. It is ok.' Brett couldn't say anything. He stared at his mother's well-groomed face. Her hair tied back in a bun. The librarian glasses and her lips thick and red with lipstick. She had a pearl necklace over her blouse, it was the one that had been drying in the shower a few days ago. She then laughed and reached up to stroke his shoulders. 'It's ok. I am not upset' she said. She walked passed him then and grabbed the underwear from the shower. She did it quickly and Brett could just see a touch of sadness creep across her face. A shadow had moved over her cheerful features when she had seen that Brett had resorted to a towel. She probably thinks I want to keep her out, he thought. This is something that makes her happy and I also really want to show her. Why am I being so scared he thought. She was just making her way back out of the bathroom when Brett called to her. 'Where should I put this towel?' he asked holding the towel above his head. The other hand attempting to cover some modesty. His mother's face lit up. She smiled her wonderful smile at him. He knew she would be able to see his buttocks in the mirror and she could see most of his genitals now. She was staring unabashed. There was a look a rapture he had never seen on her face before. She took hold of his upper arm and moved it away so his erect penis swung clear from his hand. They stood there in this pose for breathless moments. 'My, my' she said at last and lifted a dainty hand to cover her mouth. Brett's mother always kept her hands well-manicured. She filed the nails into elegant tips and applied clear nail varnish. They were small feminine hands. 'Are you going to shower or not dear?' she said after sometime. Brett didn't answer at first. He couldn't. He just stared at her and felt a flow of precum leave his penis, both him and his mother watched it slowly drip out. Brett somehow found the ability to move his legs and turned back towards the shower. His backside was now on full view to her. He felt her hands on his shoulders as she pressed up against him. 'Your shoulders have really filled out. They are toned and strong.' Her hands moved off his shoulders and down his back and eventually across his buttocks. She took them in her hands giving them a squeeze. 'These are so firm' she giggled. Brett couldn't believe this was happening. He couldn't comprehend that his mother had just stroked his back and grabbed his backside. He felt her finger trace down his spine and then slip until she found his butt crack. She hesitated there momentarily and then moved her well-manicured fingers all the way down until they were resting on his anus. Brett felt his whole body twitch and tingle. And then her hand slipped around under him and gripped his balls. 'Your father really is a boar, thoughtless and selfish' she said to him. 'But you are so sweet and considerate. Being close to you like this makes me feel so good. I am so proud of what a man you have become'. Brett didn't know what to say. He stood there with his blood pumping loudly in his ears. His whole being was quivering. 'Do you mind if I touch you dear?' 'No...no. Of course not.' 'Will you share with me what you are feeling? When I take hold of you like this...' he felt her filed nails dig into his ballsack '...do you feel shy? Does it make you feel good?' In that moment Brett was overcome with sexual energy and felt as though he would ejaculate any second. Just when he thought he would erupt she pulled down hard on his balls, pulling them away from his body. The exquisite pain brought him back from the brink. 'Talk to me dear' Brett opened up and shared his longing for her to touch him. He told her that he wanted to physically connect in the same way they emotionally connected. She told him that was very pleased to hear that. She said he was a very good boy. She slipped her hand around his penis and began to vigorously pump. Her nails dug into his flesh. She bent his dick up towards his stomach and then pulled it downwards hard so that he felt that it must surely break. Precum splashed out over fingers. Brett cried out. He was beyond all self control and new that he couldn't last much longer. He hadn't expected her to be so rough. He had expected her to be timid, to be conservative. But this new wild sexual being had emerged and he loved every violent pump. As he thought he would finally cum he felt her finger expertly inserted into his anus. It went straight in with almost no preamble. He felt her dive deep inside him until she pressed down on something indescribable. It immediately stopped his orgasm his whole body convulsed. 'Not so fast' she said turning him around. 'I want this load in my mouth.' Brett couldn't believe he had just heard his mother say that. This was the modest prudish woman who had never really spoken about sex or bodily functions openly. She was now inches away from his engorged penis. She was a sexual creature after all. Under that conformist persona was a woman capable of erotic fantasies akin to some of Brett's most depraved thoughts. She too has lusted after this he thought. His mouth had gone completely dry and his left leg and was shaking out of nerves and excitement. When he turned around she had fallen to her knees in front of him. Her elegant make-up, pearl necklace and pressed blouse were incongruous with her wide gaping mouth. She gripped Brett's penis with both hands and in two quick strokes he came. 'I am so proud' she said just before he released his load all over her face. The first spurt came out fast and hot and went into her eyes and hair and then from deep inside himself Brett trembled as thick and heavy spunk went into his mother's mouth and rolled down her chin. All the time she smiled approvingly. 'Thank you dear that was truly wonderful!' she said swallowing. 'That makes me feel...' Brett ejaculated one last time into hair '...it makes me feel so much better'. Brett wiped his penis along her face to finish off. She watched him shakingly sit down. His limbs quivering. She licked off the cum around her mouth and licked her fingers clean. She spent sometime removing the rest of the stickiness. 'I will leave you here to clean up'. She was about to close the door and they could hear that his father had returned. She blew him a naughty kiss and left. Mother Watches Pt. 03 Brett Burgess was lying in bed with only a blanket protecting his modesty from the stares of the three women and now they were asking him to pull off the cover. He was in bed with his knees up under the blanket with his boxer shorts around his ankles. He was wearing only his college t-shirt and his socks. Moments before he had been getting himself off alone in his room. Then the women had entered. First had come his mother. Her prim and proper image belied by the knowing smile she gave to Brett. Followed closely behind her came Dr Stevenson, Brett's childhood doctor. A tall woman in her early forties with red hair and a stern professional face. The third woman was his mother's neighbour and close friend Mrs Atwood. She was slightly younger than his mother and wore her hair neatly tied up behind her head. She had always been something of a second mother to Brett and gave him a reassuring pat on the leg through the blanket. 'Brett dear' his mother had said. 'I don't want you to be uncomfortable. I don't want you to do anything that you don't want us to do to. Do you understand sweetie?' Brett nodded. Dr Stevenson was sitting on his left and she held his knee. Mrs Atwood sat on his right and held his thigh through the blanket. His mother stood at the bottom of the bed between his legs. She was smiling sweetly. 'Brett, I am going to pull the blanket up is that okay?' Brett's head swarmed. His first thought was one of complete embarrassment He realised the view he would give them when the blanket was lifted. He would be completely exposed. They would have an unrestricted view between his legs and the way he was lying back with his knees up meant that everything would be on display. He was ashamed that he had been masturbating and the shock of three woman entering his room meant that now he was becoming flaccid. A few weeks ago Brett Burgess and his mother had been brought closer together through a couple of intimate encounters. In the time following Brett had fantasised about her holding his genitals once more and bringing him to orgasm over her face. He obsessed about her once more holding his penis and his testicles. He imagined her well manicured fingers around him, her painted finger nails and her petite face, prim and caring with his warm cum rolling down her cheeks and onto her lips. He dreamt about her naughty smile and the mischievous way she looked at him naked, as if it was the most natural thing in the world for a mother to admire her son's bare body. She was his mother but also a hot blooded woman who was aroused by her intelligent and athletic son's nude form. She looked at him with a sense of entitlement, a sense of lust, but also a sense of the illicit, that was exciting to them both because it came from their genuine friendship and the mutual understanding and trust between them. Brett found himself reliving that moment in the bathroom over and over again under the covers in his bed. Sometimes he left his door unlocked. He fantasised that his mother would walk in on him. That she would catch him in the act and come in to finish him off. In his fantasy she would be bringing in fresh laundry and be surprised to find him in bed in the daytime. She would be more surprised still when she realised what he was doing. She would then smile and sit on the bed and help him out. Now on this day she actually had walked into his room while he was busy and she had brought her two friends in with her. Dr Stevenson was dressed smartly in a light blouse and well pressed trousers. Brett thought how strange it was to see her out of her usual white lab coat. His mother and her were close friends and organised bake sales and charity events together. Brett went to her countless times as a kid for various bumps and scrapes. She had always been professional and supportive. But he suddenly remembered that on one of the last few times he had seen her just before leaving for college it had been slightly awkward. She had given him a check up as she had countless times before. But something had made him curiously aware that he was now an adult male and she was a female doctor and that at least part of her would be curious on some level to see how he had developed into a man. He remembered on that day that she had kept rubbing his arms and to Brett it felt like she was trying to feel his biceps. She told him what a handsome young man he had become and then she had asked him to remove his trousers and told him to cough. He hadn't thought much about it since then but now she was sitting next him in his bed waiting for the blanket to be lifted off. Mrs Atwood was a softly spoken woman who had recently been divorced. She was skinnier than his mother and had a smaller bust. Brett had sometimes seen her out running and she wore slim yoga pants. Brett had often thought that she had a shapely bottom. He could hardly believe that she was now sat right next him. It had only been moments before that Brett had been overtaken by images of his mother. Sometimes he replayed the memory from the bathroom exactly as it had happened. Other times he would embellish. He would make her do extreme things. He would imagine that she was capable of perversity that surely no suburban housewife was capable of. He dreamt of her taking hold of him again with her mouth. Her small neat lips struggling to take him all in. He fantasised about pushing himself all the way into her mouth and down her throat. She would be on her knees in her smart and modest dress. Her hair tied back neatly behind her head and she would be looking up sweetly and mischievously into his face. On this day he was imagining something truly quite depraved and was near the point of climax when the soft knock came on his bedroom door. He had stopped. A momentary sense of guilt had overcome him. He felt like he was betraying her. She was this kind and caring mother. She was a respected woman in the community. A churchgoer and admired by all their neighbours. She trusted him and shared her hopes and fears with him. And now in his mind unthinkable sexual acts were taking place. 'Brett honey' He had heard her call. There wasn't enough time for him to get out of bed, to get decent. 'Are you decent dear?' she had asked. She asked it in a sweet and natural way. But there was also something else about her voice. Something different. What was it? Brett had no way of knowing that there were two other women with his mother 'Just a second mum...' he said. But it was too late. The door was already opening. Brett had realised that this would be the first time in his life, not counting the very recent event this summer, that she had caught him masturbating. When Brett had lived at home before his mother had always been very discreet and proper. He guessed that there had probably been occasions when she might have been aware what he was getting up to, but if there was, she never gave any indication that she knew. It was always politely ignored. Brett lay frozen in his bed as his mother's well groomed head had appeared from behind the door. She wore her hair at shoulder length. It was dark brown and well kept. She was wearing a modest blouse with a high neckline and a small pendant was tied around her neck. She wore stern librarian that sat at the edge of her small nose. 'Having a little rest dear?' she had said eventually. Brett nodded. 'Brett,' his mother had said, 'I don't know if you remember, but a few of the girls have come over this afternoon for the Tupperware party.' Brett's mind raced. He suddenly recalled that she had told him about this earlier in the week. He had forgot. He had been so engrossed in his fantasising that he hadn't even heard the women arrive at the house. 'Would you have some time to help us out a bit?' She smiled sweetly. At this stage Brett had no idea that Dr Stevenson and Mrs Atwood were also standing outside his room. 'I know you are very busy with your thesis and what with all that running, dear, so I understand if you don't have the time to help us out' 'Er...' Brett managed to mumble. She had then come into the room followed by her two friends. Brett now found himself sat between the two women with his mother standing between his legs. 'I am going to lift the blanket up' his mother said. She kept his eyes fixed on his and began to pull up the blanket. Brett felt the fresh air come in over his legs. All three women were looking at his crotch. Brett stared at his mother. A part of him began to feel exhilarated again that she was going to look at him. He felt so nervous that he could feel his legs shaking. His breathing had become shallow and he saw Dr Stevenson once or twice look at his expression from the corner of her eye. Just as his mother had started to clear the blanket she paused. 'Brett, before we go any further there is something we should tell you'. Brett already felt himself becoming erect and he desperately wanted them to see him now. He felt an irrational need overcome him. He wanted to show these women all of himself. He wanted to let them see him at his most intimate. 'You are probably wondering why I have brought my friends in here today' she continued with a coy smile. 'Well, I mean, I want them to take a look at you. I want them to enjoy what we enjoyed the other day. Do you remember that sweetie?' Brett nodded and then said: 'You told them? I thought that, well I thought that would be something we would keep between us...' 'Oh I am sorry dear. But it is nothing to be ashamed about. As Dr Stevenson and Mrs Atwood will tell you it happens a lot more than you might realise. A lot of sons are nude around their mothers and I can tell you mothers like to see their sons' penises.' Brett noticed how she said this with almost no irony. Both her friends were equally serious. 'Mothers are very curious to see, and only we don't want to make things awkward with our sons. We don't want them to feel like we are invading their privacy. But you have to know that it is fairly innocent fun for a mother to see her son in the nude. Even with an erection.' The other two women nodded their agreement. 'Maybe I got a bit carried away a few days ago honey. But it is nothing a mother hasn't done for her son before. I felt it was quite an honour actually.' 'That is right, Brett' Dr Stevenson said. 'You will not believe the amount of sons, and mothers as well actually, that I speak to about this. Often young men come in for a check up and for one reason or the other they share with me their fantasies about revealing themselves to their mothers. Young men like yourself often get aroused being naked in front of me. I think it gives them some sort of release. It gives them an indication of what it might be like being without clothes with a woman their mother's age. I always reassure them that there is absolutely nothing wrong with intimacy of this kind. It is healthy actually'. His mother and Mrs Atwood nodded in agreement. 'And well I can tell you many women come in and tell me exactly the same things about their sons. The feelings of guilt that they have in being curious about seeing their little boys, now grown, in the nude. I always encourage them to initiate situations where their sons might feel comfortable exposing themselves. In fact I encouraged your mother.' She looked at Brett's mother as if to confirm that this was true. 'I think where many women hold back is that they secretly want to see their son's erection also. It is a matter of pride, as much as genuine female curiosity in the male anatomy. When your mother told me that you let her not only watch you climax, but bring you to climax, I thought that was extremely mature of you both. Between all of us in this room Brett, the world would be a lot less of a fucked up place if mothers and sons were no longer forced to feel ashamed and embarrassed by what is after all one of the most natural, and healthiest acts.' Brett listened unable to believe what he was hearing. He was getting extremely turned on by Dr Stevenson especially because he now realised that her behaviour during his last checkup was what he had suspected. She was gently caressing his leg. 'Brett' began Mrs Atwood. 'As you know I have been divorced for a while now. My three boys have moved out. We were talking downstairs and I confess, all this is a bit new to me. I had often wanted to see my sons, and I mean there were the occasional times of them getting out of the bath and so forth, but nothing like this. I never got to see them erect. I regret this. I can't tell you how much. I confessed this to your mother earlier. I told her how long it has been since I have seen a penis. Anyway we got to talking and she suggested that you wouldn't mind if I was to join Dr Stevenson in coming up here.' Brett nodded. He was bewildered. He couldn't believe that his neighbour Mrs Atwood had really come into his bedroom while he had been masturbating and that she wanted to see his penis. He couldn't believe that she really had a need to see him naked. He felt his penis twitch with excitement, and his heart was beating uncontrollably in his chest. 'So what do you think?' his mother said at length. 'Can I lift the blanket?' 'Yes.' Brett almost shouted. His mother lifted the blanket. She lifted it from the bottom and folded it over his bent knees so that it formed a tent. They could look at him but he couldn't see past his knees. He watched their expressions as they took in the sight of his genitals. He immediately felt himself begin to stiffen. His mother was the first to look up and smiled approvingly crinkling her nose. Dr Stevenson looked up next and made a small pouting gesture with her lips as if to say she liked what she was saying. Mrs Atwood was blushing. She didn't look away at first and then eventually cleared her throat. 'My, my Brett' she said. 'I have raised three sons, so I have seen it all before as I told you'. She paused for a second finding the words. 'Believe me I have seen all sorts of things you can imagine. But I never saw them erect and I am particularly impressed with what I am seeing now.' She rubbed his leg again before pausing and looking at his mother. 'May I?' she asked. Brett's mother nodded. He saw her take her hand off his knee and move it down behind the blankets. Brett sat there motionless, unsure what was going to happen. The three women all had similar expressions smiling down at him. Then he felt Mrs Atwood's fingers upon him. With one finger she gently stroked his penis. He flinched. Mrs Atwood blushed some more. Dr Stevenson gripped his leg more firmly. 'Lie still Brett' she said. 'Remember honey,' his mother said. 'At any point if we go too far you must say. But you must also stay still. Mummy and her friends want to have a bit of fun.' Brett felt another of Mrs Atwood's fingers on his penis. For a few seconds she kept them there and applied a small amount of pressure. Then she picked him up gently. Like she was lifting something delicate. She lifted him fully up and then with the a firmer little push sent his penis falling onto his leg. All three women smiled. His mother gave him a gleeful little wink as he became stiffer. He felt Mrs Atwood touching his balls now. She ran her fingers over each one in turn and then taking them in her hands she lifted his ball sack up and as she had done with his penis she let it fall back with a jerk to his body. Brett saw Dr Stevenson looking for something in her bag. She then produced an iPhone. Brett saw her switch on the camera. She was going to take a video. Brett looked up at his mother in concern. 'Is it ok if Dr Stevenson takes a little video?' his mother asked. 'She won't include your face. Just your bits' she said almost jokingly. Brett was unsure what to say but eventually nodded his consent. He felt Mrs Atwood take hold of his testicles again. But this time she pulled them up off his scrotum. Then the women pulled his legs even further apart so that he was now fully revealed to them. He saw Dr Stevenson pass the iPhone over to his mother who brought the phone right down. He felt one of their fingers press against his anus and begin to apply pressure. All three women giggled. Suddenly there was another hand on his penis. It felt different. It was more assertive somehow and she began to stroke him. He became fully erect and he felt a finger rubbing his penis head. The finger on his anus began to push into him at the same time that one of the women began to squeeze his balls. He gave a small whimper. 'Too hard honey?' his mother looked up. He shook his head. The squeezing became even harder. He could barely breath. It seemed to go on and on. It was unbearable and ecstatic at the same time and then just when he felt like he could go on no longer it all stopped. The women all sat up. He could see the iPhone was still recording. Dr Stevenson and Mrs Atwood stood up and went behind his mother. Brett was desperate for them to continue. 'Please don't stop' he uttered. 'Don't stop'. His mother disappeared behind the blanket again and he felt her warm mouth take him in. Mrs Atwood's eyes were wide open in awe. Dr Stevenson looked giddy. Brett couldn't bare it and ripped the blanket away. He wanted to see. He wanted to watch his mother's kind and caring face, and her small mouth wrapped around him. She looked up and deep into his eyes when the blanket was removed. She took most of his penis into her mouth and began to suck him off with a rhythmic motion. Slowly she reached up under him and with almost no build up she shoved her thumb into his arsehole. Brett cried out. The thumb went in deeper and the sensation became deep and pleasurable. His vision narrowed in on his mother and he could only see her now. His penis filled her entire mouth. Her head went up and down her small lips sucking hard. Brett began rocking his hips with her trying to thrust himself deeper into her mouth. Slowly millimeter by millimeter he felt himself going into her. Her eyes began to widen and he could see tear drops forming on the edge of her eyes with the effort. He felt her thumb begin to come out of him. He didn't want it to stop. He was thrusting quickly with his hips now but he still wasn't all the way in her mouth. He began to slow down and timed one last push upwards as her head came down he reached across with his hands, and cupping her head, he pushed himself all the way into her. He felt his penis head slide into her throat. It was ecstasy. He felt possessed. He felt like he must orgasm now. But then as quickly as he slipped in he felt his mother taking her mouth off him. She was choking a little. Her small warm mouth left him. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand clearing her throat. 'Wow honey,' she said. Her face looked so happy. Brett had seldom seen her looked so pleased. 'I don't think I have ever felt a man like that. Your mother is very' she winked at him 'very excited. But you must now give these other ladies a turn' she said turning to her friends. Brett had almost forgotten they were there. Mrs Atwood took him in her mouth and she was much gentler than his mouth had been. Brett felt himself begin to get more control. He looked up at his mother who was now filming. She blew him a little kiss. She looked truly in awe of him. Mrs Atwood licked his whole shaft and tried to take his balls in her mouth. It was sensational. But Brett couldn't believe it when Dr Stevenson took his penis head in her mouth while Mrs Atwood was still busy. He then felt what he thought was Mrs Atwood's finger going for his anus again. But it was warm and wet and he realised she had brought her mouth to his arsehole. Brett gripped the bedsheets. He was going to lose control. He felt himself beginning to cum. 'Cum for mama' his mother said. 'Like you did last time honey. Show mama's friends what you can do.' Mother Watches Pt. 03 He saw the gaping wide mouths of his mother's two friends as Mrs Atwood came back up to his penis. Brett was delirious. The pent up frenzied aggression of these three middle aged women let loose on his genitals was something he had never imagined. He saw their well groomed faces waiting expectantly for him to cum into their mouths. His mother watched lovingly filming on the iPhone. He shot his first load down Dr Stevenson's throat. She didn't seem to expect it to be so much and so strong because she moved her head backwards and began to slightly choke. Brett saw her open her mouth and her upper and lower teeth were covered in in cum like her mouth was filled with white glue. He could see that some was already rolling down her chin. She swallowed hard to clear her airways from the hot load. Mrs Atwood greedily pulled his penis into her mouth as Brett convulsed again and again shooting strings of sperm into her mouth. She sucked him off as he gushed into her mouth. She swallowed the entire load. Only at the end did she rub the corner of her mouth with a her finger. There were several moments of expectant silence that followed. His mother turned off the iPhone and the women began to sit up from the bed. 'We are so impressed sweetie' Brett's mother said at length. 'You have made Mrs Atwood very happy. The poor woman hasn't swallowed so much sperm in a very long time!' she let out with a laugh. The other women laughed with her as if she had simply made a witty joke at the dinner table. 'I knew you wouldn't disappointment my friends Brett dear.' Shortly after Dr Stevenson and Mrs Atwood left for the kitchen with his mother. Later Brett went to go chat with them discussing his degree and they made other small talk. When the two women went home Brett and his mother talked for some time about what had taken place that day. It made him feel even closer to his mother going through the events again in detail. Much later when his father arrived back home Brett went to his room once more.