Tonight I shut the door. I went to one of my favourite sites of mature women masturbating on their own. It usually had the effect of my reaching for my lubricant which made wanking so easy, smooth and quiet. I went to one of my video sites to watch the latest. I was not disappointed. A plump woman in her fifties in a black corset and stockings with heels is masturbating to camera.
A few nights later I had decided to run off some incest stories that really got me going and kept me horny for ages. I stapled each story, some with a profusion of chapters, went to the bathroom and then back to bed. I usually had a read after two to three hours sleep. On waking I put on the small light by my bed enabling me to read and wank at the same time. After about half and hour I heard a movement outside my bedroom, but did not say anything. I think Mum had intended going to the bathroom but my light had distracted her. She was very quiet and it could have been that I had not heard her in the deeply carpeted hallway.
I carried on reading and playing with myself. The bed sheet was just below my erection and my headboard was adjacent to the door. So I could be viewed from the crack between the door and its frame. I was sure she was just standing there totally silent. I carried on reading and wanking getting very excited knowing she was just outside. I decided to maintain the fiction that I was unaware of her presence. I put more lubricant on my cock and continued feeling extremely tense with the tension and my sheer excitement at the thought she was watching me.
I decided to let go and just come for her and myself. I let out a quiet groan of pleasure and release as I came over my stomach and chest and just wilted back into the pillows, but very conscious of Mum outside. I heard her deftly move back to her room.
Putting my light out I was aware that she had moved about in the dark of her room. The benefits of doors ajar were becoming deliciously apparent. I lay still listening intently. After about ten minutes I heard small moans emanating from her bedroom, as she began to play with herself. No I would not do as she did and try get up to peak. Listening from my own bed was very adequate and helped maintain the fiction. Soon a small heave in her voice, I realised she was really getting in to it and I imagined her wanking over what she had just seen. My cock began to stir again. Deep and heavy breathing and sudden ohs and ahs and I knew she had come too. Being in the old family home was having its distinct benefits. I was looking forward to how my renewed acquaintance would unfold.
Next morning I was up and away before Mum needed to rise. Probably a good thing as I was not sure how we would have handled it.
Mum arrived home before me in the evening and we fell into a routine that was cosy and comfortable. She had got dinner ready, but before we ate we usually chewed over our days with a bottle of red wine. Part of the routine was her being comfortable on the settee with her shoes off but raised legs at the knees giving me a sight of her flesh just above her stockings. I could not work out whether it was intentional or not, but it certainly got my cock stirring sufficient for me to cross my legs to disguise my emerging hardon. Sometimes her face was hidden by a newspaper giving me easy viewing. On such occasions she had more thigh exposed. I was beginning to realise it was intended for my benefit. She was feeling better in herself I was sure.
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