She was also incredibly turned on. She hadn’t turned the vibrator off when she stopped fucking herself and could still feel it buzzing away in her hand. “Fuck it,” she said out loud to herself, “I’ll apologize later. I need to finish.” She threw the covers off, and went back to work, only this time when she closed her eyes, it wasn’t Jason Momoa she saw, but her son, standing just where he had been moments earlier, naked with his cock in hand.
After catching his breath, Chris stepped across the hall to his room and closed the door behind him and fumbled to get his clothes off as quickly as he could and, much like his mother, threw himself down on the bed. He took his rock hard dick in hand, and, also like his mother, imagined that he had stayed to watch her finish.
In separate rooms mother and son furiously masturbated themselves to intense orgasms thinking about the same thing. Elizabeth, having been working on herself for the past 15 minutes, felt her orgasm hit and turned her head and bit into her pillow to keep from screaming out as her body vibrated, shaking the whole bed. She moaned loudly into the pillow, as she slowly pulled her toy free of her soaking wet pussy. “Holy shit…” she moaned as she turned it off and tried to catch her breath, her body covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
Chris was amazed at how excited he was, as within seemingly the space of just a couple of minutes he was shooting jets of cum out of his cock, covering his hand and his stomach. “Fuck…” he moaned out, hoping his mother didn’t hear him. After his orgasm passed he reached for the small towel he had swiped from the linen closet to clean himself up with. He usually hid the towel in his weekly laundry, since he was responsible for doing his own laundry now. “I’ve never cum like that before.” he said to himself, “Or that much, or that quickly.”
Both mother and son felt some slight regret over imagining the other as they bought themselves off. They both lay naked in their beds staring at the ceiling trying to process what had just happened, and their actions after the fact.
Chris got up, threw on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and quietly and slowly opened his door, his mother’s door was still closed and he quickly crossed the hall and put his ear to the door. He didn’t hear anything, he almost knocked but thought better of it and went to grab a soda and a couple slices of pizza. He headed back to his room and turned on his TV trying to sort out his thoughts.
Elizabeth also waited a few minutes before getting up, getting dressed again, and mirroring her son. She could hear the TV through the door but decided not to knock, and instead grabbed a couple of slices of pizza and a beer, and headed back to her room to watch TV even though her mind was not on what was on the screen.
The next day, Saturday, Chris got up early and headed out of the apartment, his thoughts still on what happened the night before. He couldn’t bring himself to face his mother just yet. He headed down to a local park before aimlessly wandering around trying to distract himself.
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