“Because I knew you were coming home to me, Andrew. You have no idea how happy it’s made me.”
That just made me smile. Now that everything was out in the open, we sat back again in silence, drinking wine, listening to the music. It wasn’t long until Mum rested her head on my shoulder, wrapping an arm around her as she wrapped an arm around my chest. I thought she was going to sleep but she didn’t, instead occasionally squeezing me, absolutely content.
“Want to make out for a bit?” she asked sometime later.
That made me chuckle. “Um… Yeah, sure.”
I mean, I’d be stupid to say no, right? So we made out and it didn’t take long for hands to start wandering. I know she spent time appreciated my body. I wasn’t what you would call muscular, but despite my youth, the years of training at university had certainly broadened my shoulders and given my body a bit of definition at least. Mum was just fit and it wasn’t long until she was laying back on the couch underneath me. Eventually she broke our make out session, leaning back slightly.
“I know you want to take this slow so… Would you like to watch me masturbate again?”
I nodded, immediately scooting back to give her room. She spread her legs as much as she could, lifting her skirt before she completely disrobed. I almost slapped my forehead when I realised she wasn’t wearing a bra or panties. Her cunt was already glistening from the excitement as she lay back, running her hands along her body though her eyes never left mine.
Watching my mother masturbate was probably the hottest thing I’d ever seen to that day in my life. It wasn’t the night before, where it was dark and barely took a few minutes. She really took her time as she spent time playing with her nipples and breasts, running her hands across her body before she finally started to finger her cunt or gently flick her clit.
“Masturbate too, baby,” she asked.
Well, I’m not one to say no to my Mum so I quickly had my erect cock out but I wasn’t worried about trying to cum. I simply drank in the view of her. I did move even closer and I swear I could feel the heat radiate from her sex as she continued to play with herself. I think she was close to orgasm a few times but slowed down. I’ll admit I was tempted to join in but… As we’d agreed, we’d take it slow. There was certainly no rush for us to simply enjoy a fumble though I knew we both wanted to.
“I’m going to cum, baby,” she cried in between the series of moans, her body starting to spasm as what must have been one hell of an orgasm took hold. Once she’d settled down, I simply listened to her deep breathing, her eyes still locked on mine before they moved down to my groin.
“Are you going to cum? Would you like to cum on Mum again?” Then she smirked. “How about this; tits or mouth?”
“Mouth,” I replied immediately.
We spent a few awkward seconds getting into position as I was already rather close to ejaculating. Her face was so close to my cock that she could have probably touched it with her tongue. Which is what she did a few seconds later. I groaned, stating I was about to cum, so she wrapped her lips around my cock just as I started to shoot ropes. It was another fantastic orgasm and Mum didn’t spill a drop, her hands wrapped around my waist as I finally finished. She looked up at me with a large grin on her face, opening her mouth to show it was empty.