My mom reached under her nightgown to pull her panties down to her ankles before kicking it away. She then grabbed the chair in front of her desk and pulled it to face the bottom of the bed.
“I have two conditions,” she said. “One is that you never tell anyone about this- ever.”
“Of course not. I would never do that to you.”
“Good. The other condition is that you drop your pants as well. I refuse to be the only one exposed here. It’s even this way. And you can pleasure yourself if you want. I don’t mind.”
I suddenly tensed. “Are… are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. You don’t have to get completely naked. Just having your bottom off will do.”
“You’re sure?” I asked again.
She took an even firmer stance. “Do you want me to squirt or not? If you want to see it, then it would help me a great deal to have some visual stimulation. Even from you. You’re a handsome guy and I’m sure you have a nice package.”
“So I’ve been told.”
“Well? Let’s see it. Then I’ll squirt for you. Fair is fair.”
I pushed away my inhibitions and pulled my shorts and underwear off. Her eyes immediately roamed around my growing erection, which she hadn’t seen in a very, very, long time, and I sat down on the chair as instructed.
“Very nice,” she said, nodding, then getting to work.
She grabbed a nearby towel which she unfolded and spread across her bed. She then lifted her gown, exposing her bare thighs and her neatly trimmed pubic hairs to me, before sitting on top of the towel with her upper back pressed against the wall with her pillow behind her. Her knees were up and her legs were spread wide open, giving me an intimate look at her vagina from where I sat.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, noting my expression. “Do you find your own mother attractive all of a sudden?”
“Umm… sorry about that.”
“I’m only teasing. Here we go.”
She started off by rubbing her fingers up and down her brown labia. Each time she rubbed herself, I was able to see a little bit more of her pink insides. And the more she would rub, the wetter she became. Her fingers, labia, and pubic hairs all started to glisten with traces of her clear fluids.
My erection became harder as she reached over to pick up the vibrator on her countertop. She turned it on and the room filled with the buzzing sound. She brought it down to her crotch, and the moment she pressed it against her clitoris, her legs twitched and her mouth slightly opened, and her eyes widened. Soft and subtle groans exited her mouth.
She spread her legs further, opening her vagina wider. From that position, I was also treated to the sight of my mother’s tiny brown anus, but my attention immediately found its way back to her pussy as she pressed the vibrator against the pink inside of her flesh. She pushed the toy in to her opening, causing her lower back to arch in the process. Once her canal had adjusted to the vibrating object, she slowly used it in-and-out of her body.
I stroked myself. I couldn’t believe that I was jerking off to the graphic and surreal sight of my mother pleasuring herself with a sex toy. It took every ounce of my own strength not to jerk off furiously and cum right away. I did it slowly. I didn’t want to finish too soon. I wanted to watch my mother squirt first, so I savored the moment.