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birth right “Hey mom,” I said to my mother just before I got inside her car, each word feeling like a razor blade cutting through my throat as I said it out. I knew she loved me, and I loved her too, but I wasn't really her biggest fan those days. Giving her the silent treatment was something I would’ve preferred, but it was only going to break her heart more, and since the pain caused by her recent heartbreak was too much already, I didn't want to add on to that. “Hey Baby,” she replied and I gave her a chilling stare which saved me a few words to remind her that I wasn’t a fan of cuddly words too those days, especially at school. “Hey Man,” she tried again, planting a kiss on my cheek as soon as I settled on the shotgun, and even in moments she was genuinely trying to show some affection and be happy, I could still tell how desperate she was to get over my father. Running away from him was the reason we’d moved to a new town -- to start over, and she had to tag me along with her, ruining my life in the process. “How was your day at school?” she asked, starting the car,and on a second thought, I figured I didn’t want to talk to her – starting with answering thatquestion. Instead, I decided to have a quiet and peaceful drive home as I counted all the things ourmove to a new town ruined in my life. I didn’t have a car anymore, and that was the reasonshe’d come to pick me up at my new school, making me feel like I was some thirteen year olddweeb. Starting off at a new school in the middle of the last semester of high school was in itselfsocial suicide because there was really no point in making real new friends when high schoolwas almost over, and thinking about how my mother took away my real friends and my promdate when we moved made me want to hate her.That wasn’t the last of it, and even though I was likely going to get over not having realfriends and a prom date as soon as high school was over, I was almost certain that for a longtime, I wasn’t going to forgive how she ruined my chance to get laid for the first time. It took me two years of dry humping to get my girlfriend, trisha to agree that prom nightwas the night, and with me moving eighteen hours away, that wasn’t going to happenanymore, and anyone put in my shoes would’ve understood my frustration. But mom wasn’tlike that -- she always assumed that I could roll with the punches.“How was your day at school?” she asked me again, and flinching away to try and show herhow much I thought that question was more of a burden to answer didn’t help – she keptwaiting for the response. “It’s still the same…I’m still trying to settle down,” I eventually replied her question after awhile, and yes, I was still trying to settle down and probably find myself a hot chick. My dick missed getting sucked and fucking tits. Those were things trisha used to let meenjoy, but those days I was just surviving on video calling to watch her jill off in front of thecamera for me. Sometimes we masturbated together, and she wanted us to continue doing thatuntil the day I was going to go back for her to get the fuck she promised.But with my mom still calling the shots, that day could only come after I finished high schoolbecause it was the only time I was going to have the freedom to travel back to trisha, and asmuch as I looked forward to that day, I just couldn’t wait that long if there was a chance that Icould find someone to fuck before finishing high school.My life was also in my new home town now, so even though trisha and I were going to fuckafter we finished high school, our relationship wasn’t going to survive the distance, even withthe frequent video calls to jerk off staring at each other. She was the type that could manage to have that kind of relationship though, but I couldn’tsentence myself to that kind of life, and to be honest, the way we were keeping the flameburning wasn’t really cutting it for me. I needed the real thing. But just because I still had tofind Keisha’s replacement, surviving on the video calls and fantasies of her cupping my ballsand sucking my dick was all I had at the time, and on a daily, I was beating my meat at leastsix times.That was also another reason I had to find trisha’s replacement because my hand couldn'tgive me the type of orgasms I got from her blowjobs or when I fucked her boobs, and evenwith that aside, masturbating six times a day was unhealthy – I had to have the real thing.Real fast too, because the lack of gratifying orgasms was getting me hornier by the day, andmy need to have those types of orgasms was about to go through the roof. “Did you make any new friends today?” Mom went again with a burdening question and Ifelt it when she glanced to check the distracted look on my face.“Just a few,” I replied and looked out of the window again, wondering why she wasn't gettingthat I wasn't in the mood to talk. Whenever she felt like that, she always demanded that I stopped pestering her until she wfine, but she wasn't doing the same for me, and that was being unfair. I felt like lashing out suddenly, and let her know that it wasn’t right that she wanted me to remain nice to her whenshe had failed to understand me when I begged her to stall moving until I finished highschool. But my thoughts were suddenly distracted by considering the possibility that if I were to get agirl who was a virgin again, she probably was going to make me spend time fucking thighs orthe top of a panty-clad pussy like Trisha made me do. Heaven knew I wasn’t cut out for thatagain, and I quickly stopped thinking about it before I began feeling hopeless about managingto beat my target to get laid before I finished high school.“I bought some flowers and we’re going to be doing some planting in front of the house thisafternoon,” another attempt to make conversation came from mom and I glanced at her. Herface was beaming and she was gleefully smiling. She really adored our newtwo-bedroomed house she had got for a bargain. It wasn't that bad,but it needed major touch ups, especially the leaking roof and the water stained ceilings, andafter thinking about what she’d just said again, I smiled too. I was three orgasms behind schedule that day because in the morning I left for school withoutjerking off, and all day during school I thought about how I was going to get to it the momentI was going to get home. That’s why I smiled at the news that we were going to do some yardwork that afternoon because staying outside to get some work done was going to keep mom out of my way each time I was going to jerk off, and for me, the work was going to provideintervals between my wanking sessions. Great,” I said in response to her and she mumbled something else I didn’t catch. That mademe glance at her because I thought she was talking to me. She wasn’t, and just after I realised that, my eyes were caught by her exposed bronze legs.The knee-length skirt she was wearing had ridden up to a few inches below her crotch as shedrove, and too little was left for imagination. I triedto look away, but I couldn’t -- I felt it too compelling to stare at her smooth and welltoned thighs, and during the moment that I did that, my dick twitched, preparing to startgetting hard, but before that happened, I somehow managed to look away eventually, andafter that I laughed at the way my dick had reacted to what I’d just seen. “These hormones are getting out of hand,”I thought that too. My friends always said that my mom was hot, and even though she kept her body in shape byworking out a lot, I didn't look at her in that way. She was my mother and the last woman thatI expected to turn me on in the world, so I dismissed what had just happened as a one-timer,but I ended up glancing at her thighs every ten seconds until we got home.As I got out of the car, I looked at the front of my pants and I saw that I had a noticeableerection. Looking at my mother’s thighs had made me hard -- that was another first for me,and as I went to my room, I tried to wait for the erection to go away on its own because eventhough I had plans to jerk off a lot that afternoon, I couldn’t stroke the boner my mothercaused.It felt wrong, really wrong, but that stopped counting when the boner failed to relent, and Ieventually gave up and realised that my right hand and a bottle of lotion were the only thingsthat were going to get rid of that disgusting boner. I called it a disgusting boner because I got it from watching my mom’s leg, but utterlyrevolting doesn’t start to describe what happened next. The image of the thigh that gave methe boner I was stroking is all I could fantasise about, and midway through my wank, Ivisualised mom coming into my room.“Hey baby,” she said, slowly walking in, her body covered by a slinky nightgown whichmade it obvious that she was wearing nothing underneath. I paid closer attention, and watching the curves of her boobs clearly outlined on the front andher erect nipples poking on the fabric of the nightgown made me stroke my cock faster. Andher thighs, they were bare right up to an inch of her crotch, and imagining the pussy my eyeswere going to see if she were to raise up the bottom of the nightgown a little doubled up the“Care if I join?” She asked as she kept approaching and my eyes kept stuck on her crotch,hoping a wrong step was going to make the nightgown ride a crucial inch up her thigh to make me see her cunt, and as if fate needed all my wishes to come true, that wrong step happened right after I wished for it.Though it was a quick flash which lasted less than a second, I saw it. I saw her slit, separatingtwo symmetrical puffy lips of cunt which rubbed against each other on the next step she took,showing me a flicker of her pink inner flesh for a split second before that sight was stolenfrom my eyes again by the nightgown which dropped back down to cover her crotch. But inmy mind, the image was permanently carved, and for a long time, I was going to keep replaying it.“No,I don’t mind,” I replied her proposal to join me, my throat dry, and my left foot alreadymaking the first step towards her because I wanted to take off her nightgown and fuck.“No fucking, I’ll just get naked like you are, and then I’ll lie on the bed to show you my wetpussy… and then we’ll jerk off together,” she quickly stopped me and I reluctantly did thatthen I continued stroking myself when she began taking off her nightgown. Slowly andenticingly, she left it fall off her body and with each inch of her smooth caramel skin that gotexposed, my arousal got worse and I started preparing for an orgasm.“Oh God,” I groaned when the nightgown slid to her belly, exposing her plump and roundboobs adorned by round and dark pimply areolas with the longest nipples I’d ever seen in mylife standing stiff in the middle. “Oh God,” I groaned again when the nightgown slid belowher waist, making me see her beautiful smooth shaved cunt for the second time, and the wayher engorged clit was poking out at the top got my heart racing so fast my bl**d heated, andsuddenly my veins were on fire. Each and every nerve in my body felt that sensation, and as I watched her walk over to lie onher back on my bed, the feeling kept intensifying. Lying spread-eagled first, she snaked downher right hand towards her wet slit while the left hand was making her moan with the way shewas fondling her tits, and when the right hand made it to her slit, she ran three fingers up anddown it a few times before fucking the middle inside of her.“Mmmmm Charles,” she moaned, her eyes closed and her middle finger starting to smoothlyslide in and out of her juicy sex while wet noises coming from there were getting louder witheach finger prod she sent inside of her. “Come kneel between my legs and continue strokingyour cock baby… I want to watch you stroke your monster cock while I fuck my pussy --come,” she desperately called and as I went to kneel between her legs, she raised her kneesup into the birthing position.After I settled in the middle of her parted thighs, my eyes kept watching her fingers pushingin and out of her wet pussy while I began stroking my cock really fast, my right hand only ablurry sight before my eyes. She soon began moaning wilder, and as she kept picking up thespeed to her already quick and furious jabs, I became too distracted to continue stroking mycock because watching her pleasure herself like that was amazing.“Oh yeah baby, oh!Keep stroking your cock for me. Come on,” she prompted as she reachedfor my left hand and when she got it, she put it on her right boob. “Yeah, touch it. Yeah, feelmy tits baby come on… feel my tits and stroke your cock baby,” she desperately moaned andI began doing what she requested. After a few minutes, tension in my balls started building up quickly and I knew that in a femoments I was going to come. Without fail that time, so I decided to change what whappening in the fantasy I was playing in my head to build up to a better orgasm, ansuddenly my mom reached for my neck and pulled me down to lie on top of her. “I need have you now -- put you cock into me… fuck me son,” she breathlessly begged andhurriedly slid into her wet cunt and began hammering away at her.It didn’t take long after that before the tension in my balls finally gave way to the moviolent orgasm I’d ever had in my life. I came like I’d never done before, and I feltsignificant amount of energy leaving my body as I shot out long strings of sperm on a tissuand once I was done having that orgasm, it was back to reality again. Everything slowly started to sink in and go in place – I’d just used my mother in a fantasyand imagining the two of us fucking gave me the most amazing orgasm I’d ever experiencedin my life. That quickly became wrong when the morals she’d taught me took over, but tomake the guilt of the sordid things I’d just done less, I dismissed fantasising about her asanother one-timer, just like how I’d gotten aroused by staring at her exposed thighs during theride back home. But in reality, what had just happened was the first sure sign that the way I was looking at mymother had changed, and even though I promised myself that it was the first and last time thatI was ever going to fantasise about us fucking, it was only a matter of time before I realisedthe truth. Before that time for me to realise the truth came, I got out of my room and went tohave lunch then I went outside to make flower beds after finishing my meal. A few minutes later, momcame out to plant the flowers and I was almost done making theflowerbed. She was wearing old three quarter pants and an equally worn out shirt. Nothingabout those clothes was boner-causing, and the effect she had on me seemed normal again.“Oh,” she sighed, disappointedly dropping her shoulders and slapping her palms on herthighs. “I forgot to take out the flowers from the car.” “Let me get them for you,” I said as I dropped down the rake I was holding then I dashed tothe car to get the flowers and she was down on her fours when I came back. All her attention was on the holes she was busy digging to plant the flowers in, and I realisedthat because her shirt had gone up her back and she didn’t pull it down. Her pants had alsomoved down a little, leaving strands of her G-string and a few inches of her buttcrackexposed. What I felt earlier about her clothes not having any arousing effect on me instantly changedthe second I noticed her G-string and buttcrack exposed like that, and when a sudden rush ofwind blew past us, she quickly covered herself when she felt it on her exposed back. It wasobvious from her reaction that she did that to keep me from noticing what her clothes leftuncovered, but that reaction was a little too late because I already had a boner. If that incidenthad happened on a day I wasn’t insanely horny, I could’ve managed to wiltthe boner and continue the yard work, but since that wasn’t going to happen, and since I wanted to avoid getting seen with my boner, I suddenly dropped the flowers by her side andrushed inside the house to masturbate. The bathroom seemed more suitable for the furious quick wank I wanted to have, and themoment I dropped my pants to my thighs and gripped my pulsating cock, my mom was onmy mind again. That time she just appeared naked and ready to start the action unlike the lasttime when I visualised her teasing me with a strip and mutual masturbation.“Come fuck that monster cock into me honey,” she purred, her left hand fiddling with bothher nipples at intervals, and her right hand on her pussy, showing me what I was supposed togo for.Without wasting time I went for her, and everything about the way I approached her and sunkmy dick into her hot and tight pussy was urgent. The fuck I fantasised she and I having after Istroked my dick inside her was feral, and so were her moans and screams as I imagined her grappling me all over as she tried to steady herself and avoid losing her footing. “Yes honey…Ohhh. -- you’re stretching my cunt. Ah,” I imagined her moaning that to me right before I held her neck with my right hand really tight, almost choking her and soon after that the fantasy was over as I had another thunderous orgasm. Just like the time I masturbated in my bedroom, I shot out my seed on a tissue and after I wasdone, I flushed it down the toilet then I went out of the bathroom feeling relieved from thequick and furious wank I’d just had. The moment I set my eyes on my mother again, I wantedto start feeling bad for using her in my fantasy for the second time that afternoon, but all Icould think of was if I was really not going to fantasise about her the next time I was going to jerk off. Morals and raging hormones aside, the orgasms I got when I masturbated with her in my mind were earth-shattering, so even if I were to find my morals again or manage to have my hormones back in control, I made a choice at that moment that I wasn’t going to give up fantasising about her. It was going to be my own secret she didn’t have to know because I knew once she found out all there was going to be for me was trouble, even v******e, because she was just strict like that. “Where did you go, I need you to help me out honey. Let’s make our home nice together,” she mildly chided when she saw me and I picked up a bunch of flowers to plant before I replied her. “Sorry,” I apologized, and with that, all was forgiven and we finished the rest of the yard work without any interruption from my dick. With the dirt we were touching around while we were planting the flowers, we both needed showers right after we finished, and showering is what we went to do in our respective bathrooms right after we got inside the house. I stayed in my room after I was done and I only came out late in the night when I got called for dinner. “Please grab the plates and water glasses on your way sweetie?” She asked the moment I showed my face in the kitchen and I kept looking at her, my eyes stuck on the nearly transparent nightgown which she was wearing under a purple bathrobe. That was her usual dress code at night, but everything was now looking different -- the nightgown looked provocative and my bl**d almost instantly began racing faster. The fact that she wasn't tying the belts of her bathrobe added fuel to the situation because she didn’t wear a bra at night, and I could see her dark nipples poking on the front of the thinned nightdress. With my dick already hard in an instant, I realised I needed to keep seeing her nipples during dinner, so I sat opposite to her on the dining table and whenever she bent forward to reach for something, I caught a glimpse of her meaty tits dangling freely inside her nightgown.Seeing her tits dangling like that kept happening a lot, and at one point I sensed that she noticed I wasn't being my normal self, but checking her out was the last thing she expected me to do, so I didn’t stop, and my dick stayed hard. Midway through dinner, I started thinking of stroking that boner right there at the table to see if jerking off while looking at her was going to make me cum like I did when I fantasised about her. It was too risky, I knew it, but within a few moments I stealthily slid my right hand under the table and undid the button on my pants then I slowly pulled down the zipper, making sure it didn’t make a loud zipping noise. “Why aren’t you eating?” She asked because my right hand was still under the table opening my pants and I quickly brought it up and lifted the fork without answering her question. A moment later she stretched her hand to grab a bowl and her right boob and its nipple which was poking on the thinned nightgown got exposed again. My dick flexed up and almost showed over the top of the table, and instead of the right hand I always masturbated with, I put my left hand to work. It was the weaker hand, but it was going to work just fine because I wasn’t planning on stroking myself as fast as I did when I jerked off in private, and as I enjoyed my slow and sensual strokes, my eyes kept stuck on my mom’s chest, catching every glimpse of her boobs each time her hand movements made the robe move to the side, exposing her big round breasts. After a few minutes, I got lucky when she made a slight move to the left and her robe permanently moved to the side. I began seeing her left boob with more detail and without it getting covered constantly. That made my cock even harder and I started stroking it faster, cleverly stealing glances at the tit, but I mostly concentrated on the area around exposed nipple. My aim had suddenly changed to making myself orgasm before she made another slight shift that was going to block the arousing sight I was seeing. That happened, and the moment m y sperm started tunnelling up my shaft, I flicked a napkin from the table onto my lap, making sure that it looked random. Just after that, I started coming on the napkin and mom noticed my face frowning. She asked, “The food tastes a little burnt right?” I just let out a low unintelligible sound which was more of a groan as I wiped off the tip of my cock and crumpled the napkin into my pocket, but she took it as a yes. “I’m sorry, you can have mine, its tasting fine,” she said, trying to push her plate towards me. “No! It’s fine. I’m almost full anyway,” I quickly stopped her. She shrugged her shoulders and shook her head, baffled, and I didn’t worry myself with that because I knew shehad no idea what had just happened. Dinner went on quietly from there, and when I got done, I buttoned my pants before I got up from the table. She and I did the dishes together, and every time she had her eyes away from me, I checked her out. The hot woman my friends always said they saw in her started appearing right before my eyes, and after stealing glances at her ass a couple times, I realised that even before that day, I always thought that she had the most beautiful round and tight ass I’d ever seen on a maturewoman. Admitting that was just the issue, and as I looked at her other features, trying to rememberwhat I thought about them all along, I noticed that her full breasts were almost Ds, and thatwas the first time in my life that I ever estimated a bra size on them. They were just really bigtits on my mom before that day, and as I kept switching my eyes between her round asswhich made a nice curve away from her body and the hot thighs on which the curve of herass ended, my dick got hard again. When I added the boobs to that list, I got harder, and until we finished the dishes, I had mycrotch pushed against the sink, hiding my erection. I waited for her to leave the sink first, andright after she did, I went to bed, planning to have one more wank before falling asl**p, buteverything just became hazy the moment I put my head on the pillow. Quickly after that, I saw nothing else and the next thing I knew, it was morning, and I woke up with a boner which needed my attention. The moment I familiarized myself to my surroundings, I started doing that, and the plan was to beat the meat at least four times beforeI got out of bed. It was a weekend, so I wasn't in a hurry to get to school on time, and mom wasn’t going tobother me because she always let me sl**p in all Saturday mornings. She was a morning person though, and when I heard her busying herself around the house, probably finishingunpacking some of our stuff, it became impossible to fantasise about anything but her when Istarted stroking myself. That morning’s fantasy was her giving me a blowjob, and it was actually a memory of themost amazing blowjob I ever got from Keisha, but with my mom in it, and not my girlfriend.It happened a week before we left our old home and I was coming out of my bathroom,wearing a towel around my waist and nothing else on the rest of my body. “Hey babe,” she said, standing up from my bed to approach me, and we kissed when she got to me. “I’m feeling naughty today. How about I give you a blowjob?” “O-Okay,” I stammered the reply, and as she lowered herself down on her knees, my dick quickly stiffened and stretched out the towel. Once she took off my towel, I held her head and kept my hands there as she swallowed me the first time. Her head then started rocking back and forth in time way I was stroking myself, and with my mom as the one giving me head in the fant feeling was heightened, but before I could stroke myself to the first orgasm, she knock on my bedroom door. I ignored her for a while since she couldn’t enter and find me awake with a stiff coc palm because my door was locked, but her incessant knocking started threatening to mood, and I ended up deciding to talk to her while I continued jerking off. “I’m going to the grocery store, should I get you something?” “No!” I quickly shot back the answer without thinking if there was anything I need the grocery store. “Ok then. I’ll be back just now,” she said and I heard her walk out of the house. A few momentslater the car engine started and right after she was gone, I wanted to c with the fantasy I was having before she knocked on my door. But suddenly, I though panties and it seemed they were a better turn on than the fantasy. I’m really losing control of this thing,I thought to myself as I got out of my bed, m still hard, and when I got to her bedroom, I plundered her panty drawer. She had different types of underwear in there with different colours and designs. The best of them all were a pair of white silk French knickers, and the moment I began rubbing them on my cock, I decided to take off all my clothes and make the experience more sensual. While I did that, I started picking the panties I’d left in the drawer one by one, smelling the sweet scent of her pussy on the crotch of each panty I brought to my face. I had no intentions of spilling my sperm on any of them though, but all off a sudden I felt tension in my body growing and before I could react to that, I climaxed and spilled all the sperm that came out of my balls on her silk French knickers. A moment of clarity hit me thereafter – I’d just emptied my balls on my mom’s underwear. It sounded wrong, and within a moment, it felt wrong, and after another moment, I started feeling bad for what I’d just done. All the excitement I was feeling about jerking off four times that morning went away because of the guilty feeling I started having once I had my orgasm, and as I kept holding the knickers that had quickly absorbed my jizz, I began wondering what I was going to do with them. I couldn't throw them back into her drawer with the rest of her underwear, so I decided that Iwas going to wash them and put them back before she noticed. With the guilt I was stillfeeling, I also decided that I was never going to ransack her panty drawer again and use herunderwear to pleasure myself. However,all those melodramatic decisions I was making turned out to be just the same as allthe momentary miserable episodes I usually experienced in the aftermath of a really goodorgasm. Because after I went out of her bedroom and stuffed the panties under my pillowwith plans to wash them later, I ended up forgetting about them. I only remembered of their existence when I accidentally put my hand under my pillow the next morning, and because the melancholic feelings of the previous morning were long gone, I used them to rub myself to an orgasm again. And unlike what happened the first time I usedthem for that purpose, I didn’t feel bad about it after I had my orgasm, and instead of washingthem like I originally planned when I put them under my pillow the previous day, I decided tokeep them for use at any time I was going to please.“Honey, breakfast,” mom called from the kitchen just as I finished masturbating for thesecond time. My dick didn’t seem like it was going to be ready to be stroked again in a couple of minutesso I got up and went for breakfast, hoping that she was still in her nightgown because thatwas obviously going to turn me on and give me something to visualise the next time I wasgoing to jerk off. “Morning mom,” I said when I got in the kitchen, and to my disappointment, she was already in her day clothes and they weren’t showing skin except for her neck, face, and hands. “Hey,” she said back, already getting up from the breakfast table because she was done eating. “You should finish unpacking your stuff this morning...after you finish your breakfast. Your room is looking like a junkyard,” she ordered and I had no plans of unpacking in a few weeks.“I’ll do it next weekend mom,” I said and she was already walking down the hallway, goingto her bedroom or somewhere else -- I didn't care. The food was all my attention was at, so Icontinued having my breakfast and the next thing I saw in front of me was her pair of silkFrench knickers, still wet with my cum. That instantly changed a good moment I was having with my food into one of the mostterrifying moments I’d ever experienced in my life, and as I slowly dropped my spoon intothe cereal bowl, I also lifted my head slowly like someone was pointing a gun to my head. “What’s the meaning of this Charles?” She asked with her angry voice and there was no doubt I was in huge trouble, not to mention the embarrassment I felt. Not all hope was lost though because I knew I was able to defend myself for masturbating, but I wondered how I was going to explain using her panties as a masturbatory aid. “Umm,” I muttered, trying to find a better way to explain myself, but there was really no better way to say it. “It’s one thing that you do your things on your sheets and I have to wash them. But this,” sheyelled as she put the panties in my face, and realising that she knew I masturbated all alongadded to the embarrassment instead of making it better since she already knew and wasprobably fine with it. For a few minutes which seemed like hours, she continued telling me off and the increasingshame that I felt eventually made me tuck my head down. “Do you know that masturbationcan make you go blind!” she screamed at one point and I wanted to howl my lungs out whenmy ears heard that. I managed to get a hold of myself before the laugh came out, but I couldn’t avoid smirking alittle, and when she noticed the smirk on my face, she got infuriated more. Because of that,her speech which was almost close to an end, got extended by half an hour and when shefinally shut up, the most agonising lecture she’d ever given me before that morning got bumped down to the fifth position.Nothing was worth occupying the second, third, or fourth position, and as she kept looking atme, probably waiting for me to cough up an apology, I was praying for the floor to open up and swallow me. She’d never shamed me like that in my life, and for the week that followed, didn't masturbate or even think of doing it. spent that whole week avoiding being in the same place with her too because knowing her character too well, it was obvious anything I was going to do to piss her off was going to make her start lecturing me all over again. That wasn’t supposed to happen again by all means, and to increase my chance of avoiding setting her off, I made friends with a guy named David the first thing Monday morning. He lived close to our house and his car became my ride to school and back home starting rom that day. When Friday came, I knew I had to find something to keep me away from my mom during the weekend – a few ideas came, and for Friday night, there was a band David and his girlfriend, LENA, were excited about. Most people thought the band sucked and they weren’t going, but just to avoid being stuck in he same place with my mom, I joined David and his girlfriend, sacrificing myself to the most boring experience I was ever going to get watching a band. “I’m going to sl**p over at Derek’s tonight, don’t leave the front door unlocked for me,” I said to my mom before I went out. “Ok, seeya in the morning,” she replied from the kitchen and the next second I was out of thedoor.I found David at the mall and after watching the band for thirty minutes we all agreed theysucked. We left and spent half the night going from one party to another. His girlfriend had acurfew, and after dropping her off at midnight, Derek and I continued the partying until threein the morning.He was too d***k to drive back home after the partying, and he wouldn’t let me drive us therebecause he thought we were equally d***k, so we ended up agreeing to sl**p in his car. Itried, but his car seats felt too uncomfortable to sl**p on, and for an hour while he wasalready snoring, I couldn't manage to fall to sl**p. It was almost dawn and safe for me to catch a bus home to sl**p in a comfy bed so I left, and when I got home, it was still too early to wake my mom up. I decided to sneak in through my bedroom window, and as I took off my shoes, ready to throw myself on the bed, I heard something like a moan. I was tired like hell but that sound gave me energy to freeze where I was and listen more carefully. A moment didn’t pass before I heard another moan, and that time it was louder. I couldn’t doubt that it sounded like a woman getting laid, and although mom was a woman who lived in the same house with me, my first suspicion was that she was watching a porn movie because I knew very well that she wasn't seeing anyone. But after realising how ridiculous it was to think that she was watching a porn movie at that time in the morning, I thought maybe she was seeing someone but didn't tell me like she always did. When everything was fine between us, we were close like that, but with the way I spent the entire week avoiding her, there was no time she could’ve had a chance to tell me anything like that. But I knew once we were over my little indiscretion, she was definitely going to tell me about the new guy. At the moment, that didn’t matter much though because my dick was already getting hard, and my mind was pushing up a crazy idea to go and confirm if someone was really shagging my mom. I’d never done that before, although in the past she brought a few of her boyfriends over for afuck when I was around, and with everything I did the previous week, spying on her whileshe was getting nailed seemed to be okay. So with my dick still getting hard, and my heart racing faster with the wicked thrill ofanticipating to get to my mom’s door and stroke my erect cock while I fantasised myself asthe man fucking her, I tiptoed out of my open bedroom door, making sure that I didn’t make asudden loud noise. When I made it out of my bedroom door, I saw light coming out of my mom’s bedroom. Her bedroom door was wide open just like mine, and sl**ping with our doors open like that was something we always did, so I wasn’t surprised. I was actually thankful that she felt the habit to leave our doors open at night wasunnecessary to avoid on a night she was going to spend getting fucked by a guy in her bed. Because when I made the decision to confirm if she was really getting fucked, I just wantedto do that and imagine what was going on in there once I made the confirmation. But seeing her bedroom door open brought up chance of me watching live sex. There was no point in stroking my cock while I fantasised myself as the man fucking her anymore because a chance to watch her actually get fucked was way better, and with that thought in mind, I gotto her door quicker, wanting to watch the action a little bit longer. Her moans weren’t getting any louder anymore, but she was still moaning like someone getting fucked, and when I took a first peek inside her bedroom, there was no man fucking her. But she was lying spread-eagled on the bed – completely naked, with her legs towards the door, and a vibrator buzzing inside her pussy. I got paralyzed, only my hard dick kept functioning as it stretched out the crotch of my jeanssome more, and my eyes kept working too because they stared. The last time I saw her nakedwas when I walked in on her while she was dressing and I was ten. It was only a glimpse, which lasted for a second or two because my morals didn't allow me to look any longer than that back then. But of course, that was before I started seeing her through new eyes, and I liked the new eyesbetter because I was able to stare at her naked body for as long as I wanted, and since therewas no man fucking her, my plan changed back to stroking myself. Without the fantasy of mefucking her though, because watching her jill off with her vibrator was better, but as much asI felt like fishing my dick out the fly of my jeans to start jerking off at that moment, Icouldn’t.The rest of my body was still paralyzed with what I was seeing, so I stayed stuck andwatched while she raised her knees up in the birthing position and started pushing thevibrator in and out of her wet pussy as it kept buzzing. “Oh yes -- Ah,” she moaned when her left hand squeezed her left tit, pinching the nipple between her thumb and forefinger sometimes. After a few moments, the left hand slowly went down towards her pussy, where her right hand was still pushing the vibrator in and out sometimes, and when both hands were there together, she started rubbing her clit furiously with the left hand, and the right hand began thrusting the vibrator inside her wet pussy faster while she furiously rubbed her engorged clitlike that. “Oh my God… Oh my God… Oh my God,” she moaned as both her beautifully pedicured feet got off of the mattress and wet up in the air with all her toes curled really hard. My girlfriend always did that with her toes whenever she told me that I was eating or rubbing herpussy really good, so I had no doubt she was enjoying herself. Soon, she began spreading the gap between her legs wider, and the moment her moans startedgetting wilder, she slowed down fucking the vibrator in and out of her wet pussy andmoments later, she completely stopped doing that and left it buzzing away with most of itslength inside of her. I realised that she was about to come and my live show was soon goingto be over. If I were to walk in on her and catch her right at that moment, my past week’s indiscretion wasn’t going to matter anymore because the two of us were going to be even. I was probably going to emerge as the better person because masturbating naked like she was doing made her look double as horny as I got on my worst day. But as much as it was a good idea to walk in on her and make her know that I’d just found out she masturbated too, I didn’t know the best way to make an entrance and avoid getting the intrusion flipped over on me because she was cunning like that sometimes. But she made me feel like masturbation was the worst thing a human could do, and after remembering how that went down, I wanted to see what she was going to do if I were to walkin on her more than ever. Storming in the second she was going to start having her orgasmseemed to be the perfect moment to make an entrance. I just had to wait because she wasn’t there yet, and a few seconds later she screamed, “Yes!” then, “Oh!” and quickly after that came “Yes! Oh Yes -- Oh my God. Ahhh!” After that she just screamed and screamed, letting herself go as she thought she was alone in the house. I took that as my cue to storm inside because I doubted if she was going to stop screaming at that point. “Mom -- is everything o --” I dropped my jaw intentionally, pretending to be genuinely shocked by what was in front of me. She let out one more scream, and after that she did her best not to do that again, but the vibrator stayed in her cunt until the orgasm stopped makingher thighs shudder. While she waited for that to happen, I took a good scan of her pussy and the rest of her naked body up close, planning to use the image when I was going to masturbate after leaving her bedroom. She had a really beautiful pussy, and the way it was glistening with her juices made me want to kneel down and start lapping away at it while my hands mauled her big tits. I would’ve loved to see how far that thought could’ve gone, but it couldn’t get any farther than that because the confrontation about my storming in was about to come since her orgasmseemed to have just ceased. She sat up in a flash, keeping me from seeing her nipples foranother second because she quickly covered her boobs with her forearm, and just after shepulled out the soaked vibrator from her cunt, she crossed her legs to keep me from seeing themuffin too. But that was a late reaction because in the few seconds her orgasm kept her from doing that, my mind had already registered a lasting image of her bald piece of heaven. “What are you doing here? Can’t you see that I’m naked? Get out!” she screamed, trying to frighten me with the tone of her voice. We were even. She found her panties with my cum on them, and I’d just walked in on her wildly doing the same thing she spent more than half an hour making me feel bad about, so there was no reason to be scared at her angry voice tone that morning. I kept staring her, taunting her with a judgemental look while I savoured my triumph at shaming her like she did to me the morning she found her panties under my pillow. Her most shocking and dirtiest secret had just come out in the open, forever tainting her perfect image. I still couldn’t really believe it myself that she masturbated too, and that we’djust become one and the same. She no longer had the right to tell me that masturbation was wrong, and even if she might’venot realised it before she screamed at me, after seeing me being unresponsive to herthreatening voice, she surely did, and the way she quickly yanked up a sheet she was seatingon to cover herself proved that.As if what I’d done already wasn’t enough to make her feel embarrassed to death, hervibrator got tossed at my feet the moment she yanked up the sheet it was lying on, and as weboth looked at it, I felt her mortification swirling up in the air. To add salt to the wound, Ilooked up at her face with a sneering look on mine afterwards, but even though I dealt her aknockout blow by doing that, she still managed to be crafty. I’m your mother for heaven’s sake,” she said that looking at my tenting erection and although it was an obvious attempt to get back at me for shaming her with my intrusion, Ifelt too embarrassed to keep standing in her bedroom a moment longer. But before I left, Ilooked at my tenting cock, grinned at it, and then I looked up at her face and grinned at hertoo. After I got back to my room with my dick still hard, I couldn’t get myself in bed before wanking with the spectacle I’d just witnessed still fresh on my mind, so I unzipped my jeans and finally fished out my cock to give it a stroke it had been aching for since the moment I heard the first moan coming out of my mom’s bedroom. It had been a week since I last masturbated, so nothing else considered, the orgasm was inevitably going to be explosive, and when I closed my eyes and started seeing everything from the moment I peeked into my mom’s bedroom, I couldn’t start imagining how amazing it was going to be the moment I was going to start shooting out my sperm. The moment she fucked her vibrator inside her wet cunt while she was furiously rubbing her clit at the same time is what I spent most of my time visualising, and I didn’t get much time doing the same for the time she began screaming when she started having her orgasm becauseI suddenly came. I tried to keep replaying everything I saw while I shot out hot strings of my semen on a shirt,and to some extent I managed, but it was only an image of how sexy she looked when herhair was spread all over her face the moment she sat up after having her orgasm. “What are you doing here…?” I remembered the way I was staring at her bald wet pussy when she asked that, and that image of her cunt oozing her juices kept me hard for another round which I felt I still needed because I came too fast the first time.When I left my mom’s bedroom, I did it before she could explain herself because among other things, I needed to jerk off, and also give her some time to find the right words. She always made sure to give an explanation whenever she did something that was against her morals, so that epic conversation was surely going to come. I expected the occasion to happen after I’d woken up, but she followed me to my bedroom for that and burst in without knocking. “son I’m --” hers was a genuine shock. More original than the choreographed jaw dropping I pulled when I walked in on her. She suddenly closed the door right after she saw my stiff cock chocked in my palm, shutting herself outside and I had nothing to be ashamed of like she did when I walked in on her.I kept on stroking my cock and I didn’t stop until I shot countless strings of hot semen on myshirt again. It was unlikely that she was waiting for me to finish while she stood outside my door, but I knew wherever she’d gone, her mind was still trying to deal with what she’d seenbecause since she already knew the reason I left her room turned on, I expected her to knowthe reason I was masturbating, and the things I was thinking of while I was doing that.Her bedroom turned to be the room she went back to, which was pretty obvious, and Ifollowed her there after I’d put away my limp cock. Before I entered, I knocked just to befunny and before she responded to that knock, I got in and went to sit on a bench that was onher dressing table.She was looking awkward from the shock of what she’d just seen, and although there wassome awkwardness I was also feeling about the things we’d caught each other doing, I triedto be as laid-back and comfortable as I could be. When I walked in on her, we became even because seeing her masturbate proved that she didit too, and when she walked in on me, we became more than even because I could’ve had theright to make her miserable after what I saw her doing. But once she saw me doing it too, no one had the right to make the other feel bad about it, and in a weird way, walking in on each other felt like an official confirmation that masturbation was no longer taboo in our house. I’d already embraced that, and although my co-wanker didn’t seem to have accepted that yet, I could see that soon she was going to.“Sorry, I just had to finish off -- you know -- It had been long so it was kind of important thatI had to go all the way,” I casually said with a sly grin. “So are we going to be treating what – um -- we do as normal now? Because you are talkingof it as if it is something which is normal and acceptable.” She was beginning to make hernaive statements again like how she said masturbation was going to make me blind, and Iwondered when the light bulb in her brain was going to switch on. It took a few seconds, anduntil that moment she realised the truth on her own came, I kept on looking at her. “Okaythen, if that’s what you want it to be like.” I smiled when she finished saying that and then I said, “There is nothing to be ashamed ofmom. Most people do it.” She sighed. “But you should know that I’m your mother and you shouldn’t stop respecting me. Even though it’s no secret any longer that we both like masturbating, I’m not going to stop respecting your privacy, and you shouldn’t stop respecting mine either --” She paused for a moment then she said, “The most important thing I wanted to say to you when I came toyour room is that I know I said some things that might’ve made you feel bad last week, and Ifake it all back. I’m sorry.” She was genuinely remorseful when she said that apology, but Ididn’t want to make the conversation get deep and I did my best to steer it away from goingthere.“It’s okay mom. At least now I know that we’ll be taking care of each other after it makes usgo blind.” I made fun of her statement and that made her smile a little. We remained quiet fora while and she kept on looking at me as if she was expecting me to say something else. “Is that all you’re going to say to me?” She eventually asked and I really had nothing more to say.“Yeah, what else should I say?” I asked back. “Don't know...maybe tell me how much of a hypocrite I am.” I chuckled. “You’re not a hypocrite mom,” I said and she was still expecting more words from me, but I still had nothing else to say to her. My eyes had been feeling heavy all along, and I was managing it, but once it started feeling like I wasn’t going to keep doing that for much longer, I decided to wrap up the chat to go get some sl**p. “So how was your night out?” She asked, wanting to start another conversation and the way she said that made me realise that the tension that had been going on for the past week because of my little indiscretion had gone away. Once I went along with the conversation she wanted to start, it was going to take an hour before the next chance she was going to let me slip away, and although I really missed chatting with her, I’d already decided to save that conversation for later, after I’ve had somesl**p. “I feel really tired. I will tell you about it after I wake up,” I said to her as I stood up and when she nodded to show that she understood, I went back to my bedroom and slept till midday. When she saw me after I woke up, we picked up where we left off, and we spent a huge part of the afternoon chatting just like we always did when everything was normal between us. The morning incidents didn’t even cross my mind, not even once, but towards the end of our chat, I noticed for the first time on her expression that there was something she still had tosay about what happened earlier, and suddenly, there was an elephant in the room. At first, I decided to address the issue, but since she was the one who was still concerned about something, I ended up waiting for her to bring up the issue, and after a while, she finally plucked up the courage to say what was bothering her. “The way you are taking what happened in the morning is really making me feel bad,” shesaid. “Why?”“You’re just acting like it’s no big deal, but it would be so much better if you tell me howmuch I’ve disappointed you,” she sounded like she was ready to cry if I wasn’t going to saywhat she wanted to hear and I chuckled. “Mom, it’s no big deal seriously. I thought you said we shouldn’t talk about it anymore,” I saw it best to be slippery about the issue and she shrugged her shoulders and sighed. “Fi-ine… nice talk, I gotta take a bath before I get dinner started,” she resignedly said as shestood up and walked to her bedroom, ending our conversation with that. It was heavily pouring outside and I didn’t have anything to do so I ended up in my room playing some video games. I got out when she called me to sit for dinner, and because I was back to my naughty ways, my cock was ready to be stroked at the table if she was going to turn me on during the meal. As if she was begging me to do that, the first thing I noticed when I saw her was that she’d shaved her shapely legs, and seeing them all smooth took them to a whole new level of sexy. I was sure going to masturbate on the table thereafter, but I made the mistake of sitting firstthe moment she rushed away from the table just as I got there. When she came back, she sat right next to me, making it impossible for me to go on with my plan to masturbate during dinner, and although I could’ve fixed that by finding an excuse to switch chairs, it was suddenly not an issue anymore as I became concerned with the mischievous looking face she came back wearing from wherever she’d rushed out to. It was her rare up to no goodface which I felt I didn’t have to ask why she had it on because it seemed she was going to spit the reason soon, and some minutes later after we’d started having our dinner she said, “I’ve left some things in your bedroom, under your pillow. We’re not going to talk about it, and if you don’t like what you find there just burn everything, okay.” The silk French knickersshe found in my room were under my pillow, and knowing my mom very well, and how she always overcompensated whenever I busted her doing something which she said to be against her morals, it was obvious that those panties had found their wayback there. When we finished having our chat before she went to bath, apart from feeling that we’d become slightly more than what we were when everything was normal between us, I had a feeling our relationship was just about to become more fun and surprising. So although I was surprised by what she might’ve done, that surprise was also the reason it was obvious that she’d put back her panties under my pillow. But even though going miles out of her way trying to get back on level terms with me was the most common weakness of hers, in all honesty, I didn’t expect the way she surprised me with suggesting that she was giving me back her panties. It seemed rather extreme, even on my scale, and it appeared I was supposed to expect more when I considered that she said if I wasn’t going to like everything I was going to find under my pillow I was supposed to burn all those things. That made the situation more interesting, and when I carefully thought about how I was going to find multiple things under my pillow which my mother had left for me, I ended up forgetting how extreme she’d gone because I became curious to know what the other things left under my pillow with my mom’s panties were. Asking her when she’d said she wanted to have no conversation about it was pointless because she never folded every time she said a statement like that, so there was only one way to find out. I had to go see what it was on my own, and after rushing the rest of my meal, I left the table for my bedroom without cleaning up after myself. She didn't usually let me do that under any circumstance, but that time she did, and the way she started marvelling at me right after I started rushing my food made me too eager to find out the things that were waiting for me in the bedroom. I found the silk French knickersjust like I expected, and nestled with them under my pillow were three nude photos of her with the usual witty letter she never forgot to include whenever she surprised me with a gift, but that day’s gift was nowhere similar to the usual gifts she surprised me with though. babe, The photos were meant for your dad when I was still madly in love with him, so don’t get ahead of yourself thinking that I’ll get photos like that taken just for you. They’re leftovers, and I don’t know if giving them to you was the right thing to do. I feel the same about giving you my underwear which you stained with your sperm by the way, but if you want to get carried away by me giving them to you, I guess you can because I did that just for you. Anyway, that was after realising that you were going to steal them again and masturbate seeing me nude like what I am in the photos. Knowing that you’re aware I masturbate makes me feel guilty about doing it. But knowing that you fantasise about me when you masturbate makes you a little bit worse than I am, unhinged rather, and giving you my photos makes sure you keep doing that, and again, make no mistake assuming that I did this for you. I didn’t. I did it for myself because it’s going to take away the guilt next time I’m gonna do myself because I’ll be knowing exactly what will be going through your mind whenever you do the same thing, and it also makes me feel like we’re even now, and not the hypocrite you should’ve told me that I am. So here’s to your weird and demented fantasises, and to making sure that I’m guaranteed a peace of mind every time I’m gonna do myself, and although I’m very concerned about the things you think about when you masturbate, I still love you. X.O.X.O Mom,the letter read. I was blown away– the woman I knew a day earlier as my conservative straight-edged mom had just given me her nude photos to use whenever I was going to masturbate. Even for the surprising, and more fun mother-son relationship that we bonded into because of our mutual love for masturbation, that was way too extreme and beyond the wildest of my wildest imagination – Well, except for wishing that we could fuck. The underwear was understandable though, and maybe that was because I was already expecting to get the French knickers when I found them, but nude photos -- that was so unlike her, no excuse – not even if I was expecting to get them. But nonetheless, I was so happy and too overwhelmed to keep wondering about that, and the feelings were so great I couldn't even masturbate that night. I just kept on looking at the photos while I fondled and smelled her silk panties, wondering if it wasn’t all a dream. It wasn’t, I later made myself really believe that, and as I kept lying on my bed, facing my old ceiling while I listened to the rain which was still pouring outside, I noticed that the water stain on my ceiling was getting bigger. A moment later I picked up a broomstick which I kept under my bed, and in an absent minded move caused by my immense excitement, I started poking on the wet stain on the ceiling with the broomstick. Part of the ceiling I poked on had become soft from the rain that had soaked in it, and it collapsed suddenly, drenching me and my bed with the rain that hadn’t soaked in it yet. “I’m getting dumb,” I laughed at myself as I went to the bathroom to clean myself up and I couldn’t get back to sl**p on my bed because my mattress had gotten wet, so I went to sl**p on the couch and took my giftswith me. The following morning mom woke me up blaring like a siren. “ What the hell are you doing on my couch?” She screamed on top of her voice. It was a brand new couch and she loved it more than her life and me. “That couch didn't just cost me an arm and a leg and now you want to ruin it!” “My ceiling caved in on me last night because of that roof leak that’s been making water stains all over it, and my bed got wet so I had nowhere else to sl**p,” I explained, sitting up. She wasn't expecting me to be out of my bedroom that early so she had come out of her bedroom putting on another one of her aged nightdresses. That one was much older than the one she usually wore, and it pretty much looked like it was made of transparent fabric. Everything was visible, and since she wasn't wearing a bra, her tits were practically bare in front of my eyes, and so were her red panties. I couldn’t help wishing if she’d come out of her bedroom wearing nothing underneath that transparent nightdress to make me see her pussy, but my dick seemed not to mind that because for an erection, what I was seeing was more than enough, and I instantly started getting hard. With the giftsshe gave me, I spent part of the night having the feeling that if I were to ask her for sex, it wasn’t going to cause bad blowback, even though she probably was going to say no. And for a moment, I actually thought of asking her for sex next since my cock was already stiffening, but after considering that I was probably reading her intentions wrong, there was a risk of causing bad blowback once I opened the sex door. So to avoid the risk of losing the great relationship that started with her giving me her panties and the nude photos, I held myself back, but at same time I told myself to pay more attention and avoid missing any hints that were going to give me an idea of her opinion about us fucking. “Oh… sorry,” she apologised for the ceiling accident and I saw she was actually feeling bad for me. That was so nice of her, but I didn’t pay attention to her sympathy much because watching her tits while my dick got harder was worth more of my attention. “The realtor gave me a contractor’s number to call when I want to do some renovations. Let me get that and see if he can come check it out.” She bent forward to pick up a coffee mug that was on a table in front of the couch I was sitting on just after she said that, and I stared down her body through the neckline of her nightdress. Although I was already seeing everything clearly because of her thinned nightdress, actual skin not covered by anything was more arousing, and watching her dangling boobs for a split second instantly got me fully hard. There was nothing worth staring at beyond her boobs, but I could see right down to her red panties and thighs. And as she stood up straight again, she noticed my hard-on, and her eyes widened. “Jesus…! Do you mind?” She exclaimed and it was obvious she’d realised how I got that boner. “You can’t keep doing that in front of me because it’s gonna start freaking me out. Next time that happens, I’m gonna put back strict rules in this house and take back what I gave you yesterday.” Her threat was obviously empty because the way she quickly walked to the kitchen made it clear she was trying to keep herself from staring at my cock for too long and make me realise that she actually enjoyed seeing me with a boner for her. But to be safe, I decided to play along with her game by apologizing, even though her reaction to my boner showed me a possibility of us fucking one day. She just needed a little bit of time to get comfortable with that, and I was going to gladly wait till that happened. “Sorry, but it’s not really my fault,” I said, and just to be teasing, I was clearly laying the blame on her dressing with the tone of my voice and the way I looked at her. “Whose fault is that then?” She defensively asked almost instantly. I chuckled, and to keep playing her lying game one more time, I avoided telling her that it was because of her nearly transparent nightgown. Instead I said, “It’s called a morning glory, guys often wake up with that, so I can’t promise it won’t happen again, and–” “Whoa! No details please, and I’ve lived long enough to not want a lesson about that. Just go away,” she chased me out and I went away laughing. That night it rained hard again and my room was still leaking so I had to sl**p in her bedroom because she didn't want me to ruin her expensive couch. We had shared the bed countless times before that night, and nothing had happened so she thought it was going to be the same. Even though I was officially hoping to have sex with her, I thought it was going to be the same as the other times we’d shared the bed too. But we were both wrong, and I realised that the moment she saw me wearing my boxers and a t-shirt when I entered her bedroom. When I slept alone, I didn’t put a t-shirt on, but the other times we slept in the same bed, what I wore that night was the same as those other nights, but the way she stared at me was different, and that’s why I realised we were wrong to assume everything was going to be the same. The way I looked at her body in the old nightdress she always wore was filled with lust, and I also wondered the kind of experience we could’ve had at that moment if we were to give in to the obvious look of need that was on both our faces. It soon became embarrassing that we were clearly lusting over each other, and probably having the same thought of starting to fuck right at that moment, but we were both too stubborn to admit anything. My dick was even too stubborn to get stiff and rat out the kind of things that my mind was thinking, and to keep lying to ourselves that everything was still the same as the other times we shared the bed, we had a little chat before we fell asl**p because that happened on every night I shared the bed with her. After the chat and just before we fell asl**p, it almost felt like we could pull off sl**ping in the same bed like the other times by avoiding to admit what was really going on in our heads, but when I woke up in the middle of the night with a boner pressing hard on her ass cheeks, I couldn’t resist her anymore. Her ass felt verysoft and warm and my hips just started moving on their own, making my dick poke her ass. She was breathing heavily, so I knew she was fast asl**p and that gave me the opportunity to enjoy what I was doing until the moment she was going to come out of her sl**p. So with my boner still in my boxers, I kept on humping her ass for a couple of minutes, slowly lifting up the bottom of her nightgown until her ass was bare, and until the bottom of her nightgown was on her waist. I did that to feel the warm skin of her butt directly against my cock, and since one part of that was already done; I paused humping on her ass for a moment as I dropped my boxers down to my thighs, unleashing my raging hard cock. Once that happened, I fulfilled my intentions and the first moment her warm ass rubbed with my warmer cock, I couldn’t help making a loud gasp of pleasure because that felt amazing. She was still breathing heavily like a person fast asl**p so I didn’t worry that she heard me groan, and as I started rubbing my cock on her ass, I also didn’t worry about her feeling anything. “Oh yes -- put it in me. Fill my ass with your monster cock baby,” I imagined her suddenly saying that to me when I started rubbing on her ass really fast. Cumming on her was going to be too risky, but I couldn’t deny that’s where I was headed with my sudden increase of speed, and as I waited for my orgasm, I closed my eyes and started visualising her boobs dangling down like I saw them in the morning. After that it was the image of the bare ass I was rubbing my erect cock on, and when I went to the memory of her masturbating, I felt my orgasm getting near. I still had up until she felt what was happening to stop rubbing my cock on her ass, so right before I reached the point of no return, I blanked out my thoughts and stopped the tension in my balls from escalating to the point of making me climax.In a minute, I was calm just like in the beginning, and I started imaging us fucking themoment I resumed rubbing my cock on her ass. I didn’t get to reach a near climax that timebecause sometime during the fun I was having rubbing my cock on her ass, her breathingsounds changed. Promptly, I stopped and pretended to be sl**ping, and when she started breathing heavilyagain, I waited for a few minutes to pass before I continued rubbing my dick on her ass again,and that time I discovered that trying to wedge it between her buttcrack was morepleasurable.The fantasises I was having before got replaced by that because wedging the tip of my cockin her buttcrack was perfect on its own, and better at quickly building me up to a climax. Butsooner than I hoped, I realised the downside of doing that when her breathing sounds changedagain. Like the last time that happened, I faked to be sl**ping, and that time she pulled down her nightdress back to the middle of her thighs, and out of fear of getting caught, I didn’t tryto pull it up again.I just went back to rubbingmy dick on her covered ass, stopping myself from cumming everytime I was near, and that went on for about an hour until I finally got back to sl**p with ahard-on. A ringing cell phone woke us up the next morning and the sun was already up.“Morning,” I said to her when I woke up, yawning hard. She was still in bed and the sun wasalready up. That was unusual. It was a Monday too, and it looked like we were alreadyrunning late.“Hi,” she replied, yawning hard too as she got out of bed and her eyes still looked sl**py. “You look like you could still use some sl**p,” I said as I recalled what happened in the nightwith a smile on my face, and my hand was lifting up the covers to check how noticeable theboner I felt I had looked. It was tenting, and to avoid making her react the same way she didthe previous morning when she saw my boner in the living room, I felt like staying in bed fora while until she went to the bathroom. “I have trouble getting back to sl**p if I wake up in the middle of the night. You kept pokingme with your knee or somethinglast night, and that woke me up.” I thought she was really naive to mistake my dick for an elbow, and I looked away with asmirk on my face, amused by how my actions had gone unnoticed. What I didn't realise wasthat she knew exactly what poked her ass in the middle of the night, but she just didn't wantto say it out to my face.So she let me keep fooling myself as she went to her bathroom, and after she got in, I jumpedout of bed and ran to my room. I masturbated twice in the shower and when Derek came topick me up, she too was rushing out of the house to get to work. That night we slept in thesame bed again because the guys working in my room had only finished fixing the leaks onthe roof, and they still had to put a new ceiling before I could move back in.I had tonnesof homework to do and mom got into bed before me and she was fast asl**pwhen I went to bed somewhere around eleven. Like the last night, I was planning to rub mycock on her ass before I slept, and when I lifted the covers to get in bed I was happy to seethat part of the job was already taken care of for me.Her nightdress had ridden up her thighs while she was sl**ping, exposing half her butt. Shewas wearing a G-string like the previous night, and staring at her ass for a second got mehard. When I lay down, I already had my dick out of my boxers, but I waited for a fewminutes to be sure if she was really asl**p. After getting satisfied that she was asl**p, Ifinally started rubbing my erect cock on her ass.“Don't do that,” she suddenly said with a half asl**p voice and I became still like a dead man.I didn’t think she actually realised what I was doing, and after a few more minutes I assumedshe was asl**p again, and I continued rubbing my dick on her ass. She pushed it away after Irubbed it on her a few times, and although it was the second time she’d stopped me that night,I still thought she was doing it in her sl**p and didn’t know what I was actually doing, so Iwaited a few minutes again before I continued. The moment my dick got on her ass again, I finally realised that the night before and thatnight, she was aware of what was going on. And she was also waiting to trap my cock in herpalm the next time I was going to put it on her ass. “Dammit Charles… Quit that and go tosl**p, I don’t want to wake up late again tomorrow,” she yelled, still chocking my pulsatingcock and I quickly rolled to face the other side the moment she set it free from her grip.“Sorry,” I mumbled a moment later, but even in that low voice, the embarrassment that cameout with that apology was still obvious. For a few minutes that followed, I remained silent, trying to squeeze my aching hard dickuntil it became soft. I knew my mom was still awake too, probably hoping to get to sl**p likeI was, but I couldn’t because of my erection. Plus I wasn’t feeling comfortable falling asl**pwith the side I was facing, and after a while I tried to fix that by tossing back around to theside I was facing before.I didn't do it to start rubbing my cock on her ass again, but I was still erect, and I accidentallybrushed past her ass when I was turning around. She thought I was about to start rubbing mydick on her again and she suddenly sat up, looking bothered.“If you don’t take care of your business before you get in bed tomorrow, I promise I’ll kickyou out,” she said as she turned around to face me and although she sounded pissed off too, itwasn’t anywhere near the look on her face, and as I thought of words to explain myself, she suddenly ducked inside the covers and I felt her hand brushing on my stomach, and a secondlater it was sneaking inside my boxers, touching my pubes.The next moment, the front of my boxers got pushed below my balls, and after that my cockwas suddenly getting wrapped by an alien hand and it received that with pleasure. It wasunbelievable and happening really fast, and although I was thinking of lifting up the covers towatch and ask her what she was doing, and say a million other things, I couldn’t. I stayed tongue-tied and paralyzed like that while her hand was wrapped around mythrobbing cock which was almost bursting its veins with a greater surge of bl**d that startedflowing to it the moment she touched my pubes. A moment later I saw her head moving inthe covers, approaching my crotch where her hand was still holding my throbbing cock.When she got there, I felt her lips on the bulbous tip of my cock, and slowly they opened up,making me enter her mouth slightly. After that, her tongue swirled a few times on the rest ofmy rod, slicking it with her saliva before she lowered her head some more, swallowing theentire length inside her mouth, and just like that, my own mother started giving me head. That was too much for my balls to cope with for more than a few seconds, but for that shorttime they managed to cope, I managed to feel what entering my mom’s throat felt like. I alsomanaged to feel how surreal it was having her lips around my cock and brushing against mypubes while her tongue was swirling on every inch of my cock it could cover.She was amazing at giving head, and she made me figure as much in those few seconds myballs could cope after she swallowed my dick, and from the moment she ducked inside thecovers and did everything else that ended with her swallowing my dick deep inside hermouth, the only reaction I managed to make was letting out a loud groan of pleasure.That was just before my balls released my hot sperm, and in an instant I began shooting thatload down my mother’s throat. She swallowed every single drop without choking, and Ilevitated until my dick stopped jerking violently inside her mouth. After putting my backdown on the bed again, she started bobbing her head up and down because I was still hard,but going soft.“Ohhh – Hmmmm -- Ohhh,” I was able to make more reactions that time as I groaned whileshe swallowed my dick in and out of her mouth like that, and I was also holding her head over the top of the covers, helping her with the motions of her head. That delightfulexperience unfortunately lasted less than half a minute because my dick eventually becametoo soft to continue sucking, and she took me out of her mouth after that happened.“That was quick, if you could let me have my sl**p now?” She asked as her face emergedfrom the covers and then she immediately went back to the sl**ping position she was beforeshe turned around to give me head. Her voice had a tone of sarcasm in it, and that wasobviously because of my quick orgasm, but what concerned me more is how she was notshowing any other emotion apart from that.“Thanks mom,” after a while, I finally managed to mumble that but I wasn't sure if thosewere the words I was supposed to say.“Goodnight honey,” she said, bending her knees and bringing her ass backwards a little, stillacting like the blowjob she’d just given me was as petty as helping me with a math problemor something. But me, I still couldn't believe what had just happened, and as I started trying to wrap myhead around it, I touched my dick and it was still wet with her saliva. That helped making mefinally accept that my mother had just given me head. It didn't matter that I had only lasted afew seconds before I came, it just felt great, and I raised both my hands in the air, celebratingwith a grin that stretched to my ear. New doors had just beenopened, and I’d found the mouth I’d been hunting for since I leftmygirlfriend. Mom wasn't just my co-wankernow, and she had no idea what she had got herselfinto. The next time I was going to fuck her throat until she had no voice, and until my ballsran dry.I was already in need of that next time, but I decided to let her rest like she had requested, andthinking about how she was probably going to regret the choice she made by sucking mycock made it worth the wait. For the meantime, I decided to check if we really didn’t haveboundaries anymore by moving closer to her body, and after she made no protest to that, Iwrapped my arms around her and we cuddled. She even rubbed my arm to gesture that it wasnow acceptable to do that, and when shemoved her ass further back to press hard against my body, my stiff cock kept her seveinches away from putting her ass against my groin. I found it arousing, and she found it amusing because I heard her sniffle like she wassuppressing a laugh, and while she was still getting a kick out of that standoff between mydick and her ass, I started copping feels of her tits with my right hand which was wrappedaround her body close to them.Just like my attempt to cuddle, she made no objection to that. She in fact started to caress theother hand which wasn’t feeling her boobs, and gradually, she increased the speed of hercaressing. I decided to copy the way she was increasing the tempo of her caresses, and faster and faster,I began stroking her large tits with my right hand. In no time, things became frantic, and Iwas squeezing and pinching the fleshy part of her boobs, and it wasn’t subtle strokinganymore.I even pinched her nipples and she let out low throaty moans each time I did it,and soon she was grinding back on my cock which was still pushing her ass away, and Ibegan humping back. “Was that not enough?” She suddenly asked when it became obvious that we were bothturned on and wanting something more to happen about that. The next second, she tossedaround to face me, and I took a moment longingly gazing at her beautiful face. “I don’t think so,” I blurted out, awkwardly, and I was hoping that she was going to disappear under the covers again and give my erect cock another blowjob, but the next thing I realised, her lips were catching mine, her tongue prompting me to open my mouth. There was no way I could’ve objected to that, so I promptly let her tongue enter my mouth and an instant after that, we were French kissing. During that arousing kiss, I touched her everywhere my hands could reach, from her thighs, to her ass, her back, the back of her head, her face, but a significant part of that time was spent fondling her meaty breasts and pinching her nipples. She moaned whenever she could, and as the passion of the kiss got more intense, we began grinding our crotches against each other, fiercely. I was inheaven, and I didn’t need her to say anything to prove that she was in the same place with me, and just after I began thinking that the kiss we were having couldn’t get any better, it did when she suddenly rolled me on my back and got up on top of me without breaking the kiss. She kept grinding on my crotch too, and I bucked up to contribute to that sometimes, but it was mostly impossible to keep doing that with the amazing things she was doing to me. “If this doesn’t work, you’re out of my bed,” she said just after she broke the kiss and rolled on her back just like me. “You know what we’re getting into right? If anybody finds out we’ll go to jail, so --” “I got you mom. I won’t tell a soul,” I wasn’t absolutely sure what she was talking about, but whatever it was, I was down for it, and I didn’t need time to make that decision. “Very well,” she said right after that as she flipped her nightgown up her belly, and a second later she lifted her butt off the bed and quickly slid her wet G-string off her smooth legs. “You are going to have sex! You are going to have sex! You are going to have sex!” A delirious voice in my head started screaming those words and I felt like jumping up to celebrate. “Calm down, you need to be cool about this, don’t be such an amateur,” I told myself that when I felt my excitement was about to make me do something silly, and while I was wasting my time with all that, mom wasn’t wasting any. She was already done taking off her panties, and her nightdress was almost off through her head. A second later I was staring at her nude body sitting next to me, and she opened her legs wide right after that, shamelessly showing me her wet pussy which was quickly filling the air around us with its pungent scent. I could’ve spent a lot of time watching her sitting nude like that if she hadn’t said, “Take off your boxers and let me take care of that boner again,” and boy, The Flashwould’ve changed his name to The Slothif he saw how fast I took off those boxers. I wanted to get up on top of her just after I got naked like her, but before I could do that, she got up and straddled me again, and her wet pussy rubbed its juices all over my balls and my cock when she settled down on me, making them slick. In a moment, I wasn’t going to be a virgin anymore, and after seeing that she was assuming that I was already not a virgin, I felt it best to tell her because I wanted a few pointers for my first time. “Mom, there is something I have to tell you --” “What is it?” she quickly asked with a rasping voice as she raised her pussy up from my groin. Her hand grabbed my dick right after, and the way she was in a hurry to get it inside her made me realise that it wasn't just about me anymore. It’d just become more about her, and although she asked me to tell her what I had to say, it was obvious that she wasn’t going to stop and listen. I had to do something to get her attention, but before I figured what to do, she rubbed my cock up and down her slit a few times as she tried to put it at the right spot, and I squirmed and groaned to the tickle of what she was doing. Just after that, I felt a peculiar wet and warm orifice engulfing my dick from the tip going down as she sat down on me. My dick was parting the tender flesh of her pussy, and hearing myself think of that made me feel the most wonderful feeling I’d ever experienced in my life. Once I was in balls deep and nudging her womb, the sensation I felt was beyond words, and a second later I felt my dick getting free from her warm clasping cunt as she began raising her pussy up from my crotch again, and soon, I was entering back into her hot and wet tunnel as she sat on me again. “Oh fuck,” I let out a groan full of pleasure as I reached my hands behind her to maul her soft ass cheeks. “I don’t like that language,” she sharply chided and that was ok, as long as she was fucking me. “I’ve never had sex before mom,” I finally said when she started grinding on my dick really fast with her hands on my chest and I felt like I was going to start cumming very soon. According to my expectations, the feeling of an approaching orgasm was supposed to feel just the same as it did when I jerked off, but it didn’t.What I was feeling with her pussy clenching me and all was slightly different and strange, but incredibly delicious at the same time, and I wanted to her to tell me anything I could do to keep feeling like that longer than I lasted with the blowjob. “It’s okay. I’ll walk you through it,” she said but that meant more like I’ll fuckyou through it because she didn't stop, or even slow down grinding on my dick to start teaching me how I was supposed fuck her. I kept hoping that she was eventually going to start teaching me, but I realised I was wasting my time doing that when she dropped her body down, pressing her warm tits hard against my chest then she began riding my dick faster, and her ass and my thighs made loud smack noises each time they came in contact. “Mmmmm Yes… Oh -- Yes,” she moaned with her head shaking wildly from side to side while her hair was getting spread everywhere, and that sight was closely similar to what I imagined every time I fantasised fucking her, just more arousing. “Mom,” I called one more time as I squeezed my hands between our pressed chests to knead her boobs and she kept riding my dick wildly without paying attention to me. She was using my dick to pleasure herself and not caring about anything else, and at that moment, I finally realised that she wasn’t going to teach me anything, and I needed to step up to enjoy myself too. “Yes… Oh,” she gasped when I lifted my butt to thrust my dick up her cunt with some vigour. That proved it pleasured her as much as it did to me and I naturally started to lift up my ass to meet up with her. We both began enjoying that, and when she raised up her upper body again, my hands kept kneading her breasts until her orgasm was almost near. “Yes! Oh my God, Yes…! Oh Yeah!” she screamed right before she fell on top of me again and began riding me so fast I went stiff. I only started to move my hips again when her cunt began clenching me fiercely as her juices flooded her orifice, and then they were flowing down my cock and drenching my pubes. There was no doubt she’d just had an orgasm she was going to remember for a very long time, and I gave myself a moment to enjoy being a man because my cock had just made a woman have an insane orgasm. I felt more confident after that moment and I flipped her over to get on top of her and take charge from there. Since she wasn't going to teach me how to fuck, I was just going to use my instincts and a couple of moves I saw in porn movies. The guys in porn movies seemed to give the women more pleasure when they pounded them at rocket speed, so I began fucking her like a hamster, telling myself that nothing could possibly go wrong. That turned out to be the dumbest thing I ever told myself because something kept going wrong. My dick kept slipping out and each time I put it back, I huffed loudly before continuing to pound her pussy really fast, and it always took a few seconds before I had to put the dick back inside her again, and like it was an essential requirement, I always huffed loudly as I entered. She eventually began laughing at me because of all that, but I kept doing the same things. “You have to slow down baby and since when do you have asthma?” She asked, giggling. “What?” I quickly responded as I kept up with my rapid hammering. “Don't do it like you’re jacked into a power supply. Stop for a moment and follow the rhythm that I’ll go at you,” she said and although that was probably an embarrassing thing to be told, my determination to learn how to fuck her right kept me from minding the embarrassment. After a brief pause with my dick buried deep inside of her pussy, she began rocking her hips back and forth, smoothly slipping my dick in and out her warm cunt. I slowly started to go in rhythm with her, and her tempo was better than the frenzied fucking I was doing before. “That’s it. Yes… go a little faster… yes! Keep doing that,” she moaned the instructions and when she stopped doing that, she pulled my neck down and kissed me. I’d alreadygot the hang of it by that time, and while we kissed, I was changing tempos -- going faster when it felt good doing it fast, and going slow when it felt good going slow When we broke the kiss, she put her hands on my shoulders, and began bucking against my thrusts some more. That prompted me to pick up my tempo to match hers, and she began panting my name not long after that.“Charles! Oh Charles – Yeah -- Charles,” she kept moaning, even when she had an orgasm, and while she was calming down in the aftermath, I kept going and when I felt my muscles starting to tense up, I pounded her faster. “Oh Yes. I’m coming,” she moaned and just after she started shuddering violently again, I began filling her warm snug cunt with my sperm, groaning hard. “Now I can’t sl**p, you have to get it up again one more time,” she said right after I rolled on my back, slipping my wilting cock out of her flooded cunt with a wide smile celebrating the first time that I emptied my balls inside a pussy. “Okay… no problem,” I confidently said and in a few minutes we were fucking again. After that round she made me fuck her again and again before we got out of bed in the morning. If we weren’t in a rush to get out of the house after that round, I could’ve fucked her one more time in the shower, and although it sucked that she didn’t let me, I couldn’t complain after a blowjob and four rounds of sex the first time I fucked a woman.