By the look on her face, she loved watching me. Her eyes focused on my cock as she masturbated.
After several tense minutes of being in mom’s private little world, her toes started to curl and her feet clenched tightly. Her mouth opened wider and loud moans escaped her lips. She closed her eyes and her legs quivered. She was cumming.
A sudden rush of fluids gushed out of her vagina and onto the towel below her. She let out a scream of pleasure as more streams of clear fluids shot from her body, this time spraying far enough to wet the carpet, nearly touching my leg. Her body thrashed violently on the bed as her hand holding the vibrator continued its work.
Once it was over, she took the toy out of her body, leaving behind an empty hole which was still gushing like a small water fountain, slowly dying down with every little squirt. The shivering in her legs faded as well, and the look on her face became calm.
I furiously stroked my cock after I had seen my mother cum. She watched me intensely. My throbbing cock erupted with a huge orgasm of its own, shooting load after load of cum straight into the air and onto my body and floor. It was easily one of the best orgasms of my life thanks to my mother.
She then used a side of the towel to dry her crotch before getting out of bed and walked towards me. If what we did wasn’t taboo enough, she put her finger at the tip of my now flaccid penis and wiped across my shaft, collecting my sperm before putting it on her tongue.
“You taste good,” she said, savoring my cum in her mouth. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to shower.”
With that said, she turned around and walked to her bathroom while I sat and watched her round ass jiggle as her legs moved.
***
That evening. My mother called me down for dinner. She had recently come home after spending the afternoon with her friend. Her back was facing towards me as she prepared the plates in the kitchen, and so I walked behind her and gave her a big hug, cupping her breasts in my hands.
“I’ve missed you,” I playfully whispered in her ear, before kissing it.
“Oh, stop it,” she said as she jokingly slapped my hand. “I’m your mother. Not your girlfriend. Okay?”
I gave her another kiss. “I know, but I’ve thought about you all day.”
She picked up the plates and put them on the dining table, smiling. “Believe me, I’ve thought about you all day too. Come on, let’s eat.”
I did as she asked and sat across from her. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course you can.”
“Why did you let me watch you earlier? I mean, I obviously loved it and I’m really glad I got to see it, but there’s got to be more to the story.”
She smiled. “Maybe I like having someone watch me. Someone who appreciates what I can do down there. It’s a deal breaker for a lot of men because they think it’s abnormal, or that I’m peeing everywhere.”
“Yeah, most guys don’t know how to appreciate a woman who squirts. But for me, seeing it for the first time and so up close was special. That’s something I’ll never forget.”
“I’m glad. Trust me, I’ll never forget that either. There are certain barriers that should always exist between mothers and sons, and that was definitely one of them.”