“It’s all right, Sean,” she assures me, moving even closer.
But to my mind it most definitely isn’t. It’s very far from ‘all right’. I’m not too impressed by my mother walking in on me mid-wank, even if she is the principal focus of the masturbatory frenzy I was so heavily involved in.
What comes out of my mouth is the entirely predictable, “Get out!” I wave her away while gasping, “What the hell are you doing?”
“I just want to watch,” she repeats. “Please.” My mother stands at the side of the bed, squirming as she reaches down to yank at the sheet.
There’s a tussle. She yanks at the sheet, I pull it back.
“Mum … Shit … What are you doing?” I squeak.
“I thought you’d be wanking,” she tells me, giving up the fight. My mother steps backwards a pace. “I just wondered…” She pouts and shrugs and slides her palms over her body from brisket to hips. “I don’t know, really,” she says, shrugging again. “But I just thought you might like to look at me while you’re doing it. You’re thinking about me anyway, aren’t you?”
The way her hands moved over her body stirs me. I see her looking, her expression unreadable. Then I look at her near flawless body and think, why not?
Why the hell shouldn’t I do it?
Just as I think it, my mother goes on to say, “Isn’t it what you’ve been imagining, Sean?
“Me? Nude? With you?”
I’m fired up with desire for my mother. God, but she’s hot.
I croak, “Yes,” and her head cants to the side.
My mother gnaws on her lower lip, eyes wide. “Well?” she says.
I hesitate, wanting to do it, but she’s my mother and that puts on the brakes.
Although, when she moves in to reach for the sheet, I don’t stop her from pulling it away.
She breathes out a sigh when she sees me. “There you are,” says my mother. “What a lovely big boy.”
It feels like I’m swallowing a brick when I gulp and look at her face. She’s avid, gazing at me with an intensity which sends a surge through my core. What’s going on is so wrong. There’s danger in behaving this way.
But, with her staring at me, I pick up my length and curl my fingers around the girth of my hard-on.
My mother’s hair sways when she gently shakes her head. In a whisper she says, “God, that looks good.”
Our stares meet and engage. I’m looking at her while she watches me, the thrill of it making me groan.
“Do it, Sean,” murmurs my mother. “Pull it. Show me. Wank that big thing.”
There’s a crack in her voice when she delivers the last, and I realise she’s turned on.
“I don’t believe this,” I groan while she stands there and gazes at me fisting my cock.
“Well, it’s true. Believe it,” she tells me, turning to show off her rear. “Tanlines, was it?” she asks, knowing the story. “I’ll have to dig that bikini out,” my mother continues, waist creasing as she twists round to look back at me. “I could do with some sun. I might go nude in the garden.” She chuckles and turns round to face me.
My eyes are level with my mother’s smooth vulva as she stands with her fists on her hips. She’s so close I could lean in and kiss the flat plane of the tummy.