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Never had I ever noticed my mom in any way other than how she was supposed to be. For twenty years, she appeared to me as a hardworking, loving, motherly woman. She was definitely good looking for sure, but she was my mom, so I was never able to see her sexually. But that all changed last Tuesday.
First, some context: It’s the end of May and I’m home from school for the summer, soon starting an internship at a bank. My dad had left for a business trip the night before, and I was at a friend’s house and ended up spending the night. I guess mom, being home alone, found it a great opportunity to treat herself. Her actions were totally justified, but ruined when I decided to come home a bit too early the next morning.
I checked my phone before walking in the front door of my house and saw that it was 7:04 AM. Figuring mom was probably still asleep, I quietly crept through the door and made my way up to my room to charge my phone before I would make breakfast. I passed my parent’s bedroom and noticed their door was about half open. I knew dad had left the night before, so mom must have left it open by accident before falling asleep. I reached for the door in attempt to close it for her, but unintentionally paused when I heard the quietest moan.
Close the door, Jimmy, I thought to myself. But my actions betrayed my thoughts. Instead of moving the door at all, I peered through. My mother was laying propped up on the bed, wearing only a bra and panties. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth slightly open as she continued to let out soft moans. She was reaching down to her pelvis, where one hand held her panties aside while the other inserted a dildo into her pussy.
My mother’s pussy. Now that was never a sequence of words that had ever crossed my mind before. I stood there for a few minutes, mesmerized by the visual of my mom’s display that was forbidden for me to ever see. Despite never picturing her like this before, I had known she was a beautiful woman. But now, I truly noticed how hot and sexy she was, and why my friends growing up had been keen on coming over to my house to hang out. I watched the dildo continuously spread her pussy lips apart. It wasn’t a big dildo, but she seemed to be getting enough pleasure out of it.
I could feel my shorts beginning to tent, which sent some reason into my head. I was getting horny at the sight of my mom masturbating! In my slight moment of hesitation, I reached down to adjust my shorts and accidentally hit the wall with my elbow. That did it.
“Oh! Jimmy!” my mom gasped and fumbled the dildo and went through a series of motions with her arms and legs in attempt to hide her mostly exposed body from me. I rubbed my elbow as I backed around the door frame, out of sight.
“I’m sorry mom! I, uh, just got home and the door was open so I was just going to close it for you!” mom shuffled out of bed and walked towards the door. I double checked that my boner was packed away. Mom peered out at me from around the corner of the frame. She was wearing a black robe now.
“Oh, Jimmy, I’m sorry! I didn’t know you’d be coming home so early! How embarrassing, I can’t believe you just saw that.”
“I didn’t see much. I was only there for a second, I just hit the wall on accident as I reached for the door.”
“I didn’t hear you come in or walk up the stairs.”
“I figured you were asleep, so I was trying to be quiet.”
“That’s very thoughtful of you.” My mother smiled at me. I was very thankful she wasn’t too upset, or that she saw through my lie. “I’m sorry again. A son should never see her mother in that position.”
“Yeah, um, it’s okay I guess,” I assured her. “Just close your door next time” Or don’t, I thought.
“Of course, dear. Since we’re both awake now, how about I get dressed and make us some breakfast?”
“That sounds good mom, thanks.”
Now it’s Saturday. It’s been four days since I caught my mother masturbating and it’s all I’ve been thinking about. Every time I jerk off, I try to think about someone else, or the girl in the video I’m watching. But those thoughts always cloud over and my mom comes to thought again.
I’ve been trying to avoid her because my thoughts only amplify when I see her. Whatever she’s wearing, I see right through it down to her bra and underwear. I had never really noticed before how perfect her tits were; probably DD in size. She could probably tell something was up, since I avoided eye contact with her and hesitated during our conversations throughout the week. So on Saturday afternoon, I sat in my room, not sure what to do about it. There was a knock on my door.
“Jimmy? Can I come in?” mom called out. I didn’t really want to talk to her, but I didn’t want to be rude.
The door opened and my mother entered my room. She was wearing a rather conservative set of clothing, yet I still took the time to examine her body. Her blue dress displayed zero cleavage, yet her large breasts stuck out to me more than ever. She had naturally straight chestnut brown canlı bahis hair that fell a couple inches past her shoulders. At 5’7″, she was the perfect height. Something about her serious motherly expression was turning me on. I could feel myself beginning to grow.
“Can we talk? You’ve been very distant lately. What’s going on?”
“I’m not sure I can talk to you about that mom,” I told her. She paused and sighed.
“This is about you walking in on me on Tuesday, isn’t it?”
“I figured. Are you okay? I know you’re probably embarrassed. I sure am,” she admitted as she slightly blushed. “Although I didn’t think a one second sight of me like that would bother you so much. Were you watching me before you hit the wall?”
I looked at her for a moment. I was never a great liar. Maybe I should just tell her the truth about everything.
“Ok, I was watching you,” I admitted. My mom frowned in disappointment. “I was too embarrassed to admit it. I had just gotten home and I was on my way to my room when I heard a moan through your open door. I was actually going to close it, but I froze when I saw you. I don’t really know why. I guess I was just caught off guard. Once I came to my senses, I was going to close it but hit the wall in the confusion. I’m sorry.” I trailed off and looked at her expression. She seemed troubled and deep in thought.
“Jimmy,” she began, “naturally, I am disappointed in you.” She put her hand on my knee and forced a smile. “But I understand. You’re a young man, and I’m sure your sex drive is off the charts right now, so seeing me masturbating only made things hard for you. I’m sure you’re confused because what you saw made you horny, but you’re guilty that it was me that’s making you feel this way.”
I was taken by surprise by her direct manner of speaking. I was at a loss for words, so I made a weak grunting noise and nodded. She moved her hand from my knee to my cheek.
“Jimmy, listen to me. I love you, and I will always love you. And I know you love me. But as mother and son, our relationship isn’t meant to go beyond that. The thoughts you are having will pass. Do you understand?”
“You can always talk to me if you think you need help. Just give yourself some time, and things will go back to normal.” She stood up and smiled at me. She looked innocent, sweet, and cute, which made her appear sexier than ever.
“I will, mom. Thanks.”
“Now, I’m going downstairs to watch my show. You’re welcome to join me, or avoid me if you think that would be better for you. I won’t bother you anymore.” She turned and headed out of my room. Her ass swayed beautifully as she walked away. In contrast to what she said, she was bothering me more than ever.
I woke up the next morning with a severe hard on, and as I began to unconsciously stroke it, I thought of my mother. Since I was still half asleep, I didn’t rationalize my thoughts and sort of let it happen. Although I had never seen her naked, save that distant glimpse last week, I imagined her stripping down in front of me while I jerked off, slowly teasing me as she approached me. She would lie down on the bed in front of me, and grab my cock as she-
My eyes widened as I bolted up, taken by surprise. I had forgotten that I had set an alarm, since it was a Sunday, but I had told myself I would go for a swim to stay in shape. As I got dressed and brushed my teeth, I thought back to what I had been doing before the alarm went off. I couldn’t deny my thoughts any longer. I was sexually attracted to my mother. In fact, I wanted her more than I had ever wanted anyone before. Part of it was the taboo of the desire, and part of it was because she was such a beautiful woman. I was amazed that I had never noticed it before last Tuesday.
I studied myself in the mirror as I finished brushing teeth. My light brown hair was getting a little long, but still manageable. I was 6’1″ and somewhat skinny, but had a decent amount of muscle from all the swimming I had been doing. I’d say I was better than average looking, but according to some of the girls in college that I had hooked up with, that would be an understatement. I wasn’t sure exactly what they saw in me, but I never complained.
As I walked down the hall, careful not to make too much noise, I noticed that my parent’s door was open again. I peeked in, naturally, and saw my mother sleeping soundly under the covers. Before I got carried away, I left and continued downstairs to grab a bite to eat.
I was finishing up a bowl of cereal when I heard a door open and the sound of someone coming down the stairs. Not in the mood to talk, I quickly put my dishes in the sink and left the house. We lived close enough to the fitness center that I could walk there in about five minutes, which was good exercise for me.
During my entire swim, my thoughts never left my mother.
When I returned home, my mother was vacuuming the family room. She didn’t hear me walk in, but turned around to see me before I could bahis siteleri escape upstairs. She shut off the vacuum.
“Good morning Jimmy! Everything alright?”
“Uh, yeah. Just went for a morning swim. I’m gonna go up to my room.”
“Ok. Are you sure you don’t want to watch a movie or something? Your father will be home tomorrow and I was hoping we could spend a little bit of fun time together.”
Mom turned her smile into a pout, which gave my dick a jolt. Despite my desire to avoid her, I decided it would be rude to say no to her now.
“Great! What do you want to watch?”
“I don’t really care.”
Mom pulled up Netflix and we browsed the broad selection. We both sat on the couch, on opposite ends from each other. I eyed her as we discussed which movie to pick. She was wearing a white tank top with a sports bra underneath, to keep any unwanted cleavage from showing. She had black leggings on that accented the shape of her legs very nicely. Her beauty partly came from her innocence and her knowledge of me. She knew I had seen her masturbating and that it turned me on, and yet she continued to love me like her son, like this was normal for the mother-son experience.
“How about this one?” she asked me as she scrolled over a comedy/romance movie. I nodded in approval.
The movie wasn’t too exciting, but it was entertaining. At least until the sex scene. It was supposed to be funny because the two main characters, a guy and a girl, became friends with benefits in an attempt to just keep themselves satisfied while they search for love. But the whole scene and plot began to turn me on. I didn’t want mom to say anything, so I didn’t leave. But I had to try and hide my growing erection for the rest of the movie, especially due to my fantasies about a similar scenario with mom.
My attempt in hiding myself must have been obvious, because I looked over and saw mom looking down at my crotch, slightly grinning. She didn’t say anything, and simply looked back at the screen. I didn’t catch her again.
I became more confused than ever at this sight. Either she was grinning because she thought it was funny, or she actually enjoyed the fact that I had a boner. She probably knew what had to be on my mind to cause that type of bodily reaction from me. I became convinced that my mother enjoyed the fact that I was turned on by her. That was the reasonable conclusion. But why did she enjoy it?
When the movie ended, mom yawned and stretched her arms high in the air. The movement seemed to scrunch her tits together and forced some cleavage out. I watched her, feeling like she’s teasing me and all of this is on purpose.
“I’m tired,” she said groggily. “I think I’m going to take a nap.” She left me alone as I sat on the couch, pondering the situation. Teasing me or not, I was very turned on by my mother. Maybe she had second thoughts about what happened, and was going through the same thing I was? I waited for a few minutes before pulling my shorts down and whipping my cock out. I was already close to maximum hardness from the thought of mom’s teasing. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes in pleasure. Within minutes I already felt the familiar feeling that led to orgasm.
I was beginning to burst when I heard a shout from behind me.
“Jimmy! What are you doing?”
I tried to pull my pants up and hide myself in time, but it was too late. My cock erupted and I spurted semen all over my pants and the couch.
“Mom! I’m sorry, I thought you were taking a nap! I was just- “
“Why didn’t you go to your room to jerk off? Why do it downstairs in the middle of the day?”
“Uh, I don’t know…”
She was standing over me now. My pants were up and my boner had pretty much died down, but I continued to cover myself out of embarrassment.
“Clean this up and go to your room. We need to talk,” mom told me, sounding annoyed. Her tone struck me as odd, particularly because I thought she had been trying to tease me. She strutted away, and I watched her ass sway as I grabbed a tissue from the coffee table and wiped off the couch.
I headed upstairs feeling ashamed, not because I got caught, but because I let myself submit to the forbidden feelings I had been having lately. I shouldn’t have gotten carried away or careless; I should have thrown all of these thoughts out of my head. I left my room open since mom wanted to talk to me and I propped myself up on the bed against the headboard, prepared for the worst.
Mom came in and closed the door behind her. She hadn’t changed clothes, but somehow looked even sexier in her sports bra, tank top, and leggings. She sat on the bed next to me and our eyes met. If I wasn’t mistaken, she looked like she was holding back tears. That certainly didn’t make me feel good.
“Jimmy,” she started, “I understand what’s going through your mind right now- “
“Please don’t tell dad!” I blurted out, without really thinking why I said it. Mom suddenly put her face in her hands and began to weep I sat in bahis şirketleri shock for a moment before thinking that something else must be up with her.
“Mom, what’s going on?”
“Your father,” she spoke through her tears, “is cheating on me. I just found out from someone else on his trip.”
I felt like I had been hit by a train. My dad cheated on my mom? He had always seemed so faithful. Actually, when I started to think about it, I realized I had never really gotten to know him because he was always on business trips. He obviously had plenty of time away from mom to find someone else. I watched my mom, not knowing what to say.
She continued to cry and I sat up to put my arms around her. Despite the situation, I felt happy to hold her in my arms. We sat like this for a few minutes before her crying began to cease.
“I have to admit,” mom said through her sniffles, “I’m not very surprised by this. But it still hurts.”
“Why does this not surprise you?”
“Because your father and I have been growing apart for years. We agreed to do our best to get you through school and prepare you for life without you thinking your family was falling apart. It took a lot of strength for both of us to act like we really loved each other, when we no longer did.”
“Oh, mom. I really appreciate what you both have done for me, especially you. You were always around when he wasn’t, and you’re so kind and smart and thoughtful and beautiful. You deserve a much better man than someone like dad.”
Mom smiled at me through her tears. I wasn’t kidding when I said she was beautiful.
“I love you Jimmy. You’ve always been here for me too, when he’s been gone. And you’re really growing up to be a real man…” She trailed off as her gaze fell from my eyes to the rest of my body. She quickly cleared her throat and met my eyes again. She leaned in to kiss my cheek, and without thinking, I turned slightly so that she met my lips instead.
Mom gasped slightly but didn’t pull back right away. Instead, we held our lips together in the softest kiss for about five seconds. When she did pull away, she was blushing. I could sense that she longed for love, and hell I wanted to give it to her.
“Well,” she said, sitting up. “You know what I came in here to talk about. Just keep that kind of stuff to the privacy of your room.” Not quite what I was expecting. She gave me one last beautiful smile before departing.
I didn’t want things to end just like that. It was a moment before I got up, which was long enough for her to enter her room and close the door. I walked down the hall and tried to open it, but it was locked.
“Mom!” I yelled through as I knocked. “I love you! I love you so much! And I know you’ve been neglected and you deserve to fell love again, and I want to give that to you. I can’t hold back these feelings anymore, it’s killing me. Seeing you last week opened something in my mind that I just can’t seem to close, and I need you to know that. I don’t care if you don’t want it too, but I need to tell you. You’re so beautiful and perfect in every way and if dad can’t see that then fuck him!’
Mom suddenly burst through the door and grabbed my head, pulling me to a full kiss on the lips. We stood there for a full thirty seconds without breaking away. Our lips stayed mashed together with a sense of urgency. I could smell her lavender perfume and felt a tear streak down her face, hitting our lips. As she began to pull away, the wetness of the kiss forced her lower lip to get briefly caught, and it withdrew with a POP.
“Wow, mom- “
“Jimmy, I love you very much,” she whispered, “and I’ve also been thinking of you in ways since Tuesday that a mother shouldn’t be doing. But your father hasn’t shown any love for me in at least six years, and I have been getting desperate. I have always been faithful to him, but things are different now that I know he hasn’t been faithful to me. And I don’t care that you’re my son. In fact, it’s because you’re my son that I have become so attracted to you. I know you will love me unconditionally because you’ve already proven that you do. I’m nervous and afraid and excited all at the same time, but I want you Jimmy.”
“Holy shit mom,” was all I could say. “I had no idea.”
“I know this is all so sudden, for both of us. I don’t want to push things too quickly.”
We both sighed. Mom’s breath began to quicken and she looked right at me.
“I need to take a shower. We can talk more later. I want things to be okay and not get weird between us.”
“Okay mom. I agree completely.”
Without knowing what to really say, we both sort of nodded at each other and went our separate ways. I heard the door close behind me as I returned to my room. Did mom really just admit that she desires me, just like I want her? This is unreal.
About an hour later I went downstairs and found mom washing dishes in the kitchen. Her hair was still pretty wet, which means she probably took a pretty long shower. She gave me a warm smile, which made me feel a little less nervous about what was happening. Part of me was beginning to really hope that this wasn’t just going to be a phase. I really loved her, in all her beauty and motherhood.
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