“I’ll head to bed soon too.” And definitely masturbate, thinking about you.
“I’ll see you in the morning.”
I sat in the living room, flicking through the channels but there was nothing on. I finished my beer, dumping that in the bin outside, heading to the bathroom to take a leak. After I flushed, I looked in the mirror and chuckled to myself, shaking my head. “You want to be a true motherfucker, Andy. Just admit it,” I said quietly to myself in the mirror, “You would have fucked your mother tonight if given the opportunity.” I sighed. “But could you ever truly make that leap? Could she? I mean, you’ve thought about it for years. You think you’re a sick fuck but maybe there is something there. You’re both adults now. Who would actually stop you?” I paused. “Bah. No point worrying about it now.”
Turning off the light, I turned left instead of right, again wondering what I may see. Her door was wide open and, in the faint light from outside, I watched my Mum masturbate. I couldn’t help my hand move down to my own cock and I started to masturbate myself. But when I heard my Mum moan my name, I knew that next step may not be so impossible. My heart beating furiously in my chest, I quietly wandered forward until I stood over her bed. And I know she saw me as her head moved and watched me walk towards her. I dropped my shorts, exposing my erect cock as I continued to masturbate.
I can admit, here and now, I’d never seen a sexier sight than watching my Mum finger herself to a shuddering orgasm. And once I heard her moans as she finished, again stating my name as she did, I matched her with my own groans as I shot thick streams of cum over her stomach and onto the bed. I sucked in deep breaths as I finished before realising what I’d just done. “Shit,” I stated, before grabbing my shorts and hurrying out of the room.
Chapter 2
I woke up early the next morning, my body clock still used to the early rising of university life. I tried to make as little noise as possible as I poured myself cereal while making a coffee at the same time. I wasn’t surprised to see Mum wander in while I was pouring the water into my mug.
“Coffee?” I asked.
She kissed me on the cheek and hugged me, somewhat awkwardly. “Thanks. I’d love one.”
I poured her a coffee, taking it to the table with my own and cereal as she made some toast. She eventually joined me and we sat in relative silence. I wasn’t feeling awkward, considering what happened last night, and whenever our eyes met, she just returned a grin that lit up her face.
“What are your plans for today?” she asked once we’d finished.
“I was thinking of heading to the local gym for a session.”
“Hold fire on that. You won’t have to join one.”
“Why?”
“I’ll show you in a minute. Any other plans?”
I shrugged. “Not really. Just hang out around here.”
“No plans to catch up with old friends?”
“Maybe. Lot of them have long term girlfriends or young families nowadays. Hard to organise things sometimes. I have plenty of time.”
“So I may have you all to myself?”