Without her realising, I stare, cock twitching again.
“Mum?” I murmur, leaning in, torso angled while my feet stay fixed in neutral territory.
Even at her age, in that light, I think she’s beautiful.
“Sean,” she says, flat, dull, listless. Her inscrutable expression and neutral tone don’t give me a clue about her mood or thoughts or what it is she’s feeling.
“I’m sorry,” I say when nothing else comes to mind. Then I go back to staring at her while thinking how much I want to touch her skin.
“No,” she replies with a little shake of her head. “I’m sorry, Sean. I really don’t know what I was thinking. I can’t believe I did that.” Her eyes slide away to the Buddha, her voice tapering off to a sigh.
I go to step forward, lifting my foot before hesitating. I lower it again and seek her permission. “Mum? I say. “Cuh-can I … Can I come in?”
“I suppose you’d better,” she says with a shrug. “We’d better talk this one over. God,” she adds with a gasp and a wince. “What an idiot. I’m so sorry, Sean. Bursting in on you like I did … I’m appalled at myself. Mortified.”
Moving forward I tell her, “It was a shock when you did.”
When I get to her a dark chasm yaws open inside me. Yearning is a dull ache somewhere in the indefinable deep. I can feel the heavy mass of my cock inside the tracksuit bottoms still sluicing pre-cum. The need for sexual release keeps it thick, and it won’t take much to have it puffed up and angry.
Without realising I’m doing it, I slip the waist of the tracksuit down over my hips.
“Sean,” she says, gulping. “What are you doing?” Her voice has cranked up an octave or two, eyes going wide.
It seems she’s about to protest, but then my erection springs into view. My mother sees the long jib arcing in front of her.
She gasps and groans a throaty, “Oh God…”
It’s a sound to make my cock tingle.
I’m working on instinct. So far my mother hasn’t given a clue, but I feel the best thing I can do is start jacking my dick. Right there in front of her, up close and personal.
Her mouth hangs open. My mother just gapes, staring straight at my length as I work at it, groaning because it feels so fucking good.
“You wanted to watch,” I mumble, the words clotted with lust. “And I want you to watch.”
“I did,” she breathes in reply. “But, Sean, I shouldn’t have done it … You shouldn’t be doing that…”
I’m in no mood for any objections. It’s gone too far. I’m getting wild with the glorious sensations and there’s no power can stop me.
“But I want to,” I moan. “I have to. I’m going mental.”
Her throat works as she gulps, face tilting, big eyes intent on my face. “Were you thinking about me?” she gurgles. “Before, when I went to your room?” She angles her head in the direction of my bedroom. “You know, when I walked in and caught you … Were you thinking of me, Sean?”
It’s my turn to swallow. “Of course I was, Mum,” I admit on a whine. “Who else?”
She’s staring at my cock as she breathes, “What do you think about? What do I do?”
I’m slowly caressing it, showing it off. I flaunt my size at my mother and whisper, “Oh God, Mum … Everything. You do it all.”