“So is my being here causing a dent in your schedule?” I asked.
She laughed. “No, baby. Mama is on a break from dating for a bit. I could use the affection but it’s hard to find men my age that haven’t let themselves go or have other issues. I’m kind of finding out who I am right now. Not who I belong to or anything like that. Just me. It’s kind of nice.”
I saluted her with my glass. “Well here’s to you discovering how awesome you are!”
She clinked my glass. “And you too, baby. Find out who you are right now. Be honest about your needs, your wants. Don’t get to my age and wonder what you’re doing. You got a lot going for you, sweetie. Take your time to figure it out. I wish I’d thought about it a bit more when I was your age. I feel like I kind of denied some real important parts of myself for far too long. Don’t make the same mistakes your mama made.”
We talked for another hour or so and then went off to bed. As I undressed, I had to admit that Mom was right. I’d never completely accepted the fact that sex was really important to me. I’d always been kind of ashamed of my needs. I needed to stop lying to myself.
I lay in bed and slowly stroked my hard cock. I couldn’t go to sleep without an orgasm. I thought about booting up my laptop, looking at some porn but being a little drunk, I couldn’t rouse myself from just laying there. I began running fantasies through my mind until I heard the low hum. I dismissed it as a house noise but it was different than anything I’d heard the past week. If I had been sober, I think I would have realized the source sooner.
That first moan caught my ear. Then another. And another. Not loud but in the quiet house I could make them out. As it came to me that I was hearing my mother masturbate with her toy, I felt my cock throb in my hand. It felt kind of naughty to keep on stroking but I couldn’t help it. I was already horny and hearing even these soft sounds of sex made me even harder.
Slowly her moans got faster and faster. I couldn’t believe how erotic it was to hear. I’d never heard my mother like this before. I’d heard my dad and my stepmom fucking quite a few times so a little passive eavesdropping wasn’t new to me but for some reason this was even more arousing.
I found myself stroking in rhythm to her moans, not even trying to fantasize about anything else. I just enjoyed the sounds of her pleasure as I felt my own orgasm approaching. Her moans turned to soft yips and then I heard her orgasm with a muted groan, no doubt muffling herself with a pillow or her hand. That proved too much and I cam along with her, muting my own grunts of ecstasy as best I could. It was only after I’d finished cumming, laying there, panting, that I realized how loud I might of been. But as I slipped into my post-orgasmic slightly drunken slumber, I felt nothing but satisfaction and pleasure.
The next morning, we both bustled about, getting ready for work. We didn’t talk much, kind of avoiding each other until we both ended up in the kitchen at the same time. Mom looked at me with a little guilty smile and I blushed a little. We looked at each other… and burst out laughing. We couldn’t stop giggling, both of us having to sit down. As our laughs subsided, I looked in her eyes and we both lost it again, doubling over as we giggled like teenage schoolgirls.
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