Her head was back a little her eyes half closed her legs spread just a little I could see her pelvis moving back in forth in rhythm with her strokes. Occasionally she would slow her stroking, her eyes would open wider, a smile would form on her lips, and then she would resume her stroking once again. I had never watched Mom stroke herself off before and the spectacle really energized me. As I watched her shudder with an orgasm, I sent my own load into the washcloth that I had taken to bed with me. I could hear her moan and groan as she gained satisfaction and I must have been making similar sounds because I was shooting rope after rope of cum into my undersized receptacle. Finally Mom ceased her stroking put the washrag back in the bathroom, put her panties and nightgown on, turned out the light and went to bed. Tonight there were to be no sounds coming from Mom’s bed except for the sounds of even breathing and sleep. As soon as the light went out I went to sleep too and woke up fresh and rested in the morning.
The next night when I arrived home from work, Mom was in a robe, seemingly ready for bed. “I was tired and I took a little nap.” She said as if reading my mind. “I got a new robe. You like?” she said as she stood and turned around to model her purchase.
“Yeah, it looks very nice on you Mom.” I answered truthfully, although I really wanted to see it off of her and not on her.
“Oh thank you my handsome son” she gushed and she kissed me on the ear and said, “Why don’t you hurry up and take your bath so you can eat your dinner sweetie. I’m sure that you had a long hard day and would love to go to bed early tonight.”
I looked at kind of perplexed and answered, “Sure Mom, sounds good to me.” And I wandered off into the bathroom. I had removed my dirty clothes and was just about to get into the tub when I heard a knock on the door. I wrapped a towel around my waist, and opened the door to find my mother standing there with a little package in her hand. “I bet that you’ll like this. It’s some hand lotion and it will make your skin soft for the lady’s. I saw it today at the store and thought of you and how the gas makes your skin rough and all. I figured that you could use it.” She says and she leaned forward and gave me a little peck on the lips. Then she looked me up and down and said, “You certainly have grown up haven’t you. If you weren’t my son I would jump in that bath with you.” Then she looked down again and must have seen how my dick was getting hard under the towel because she smiled and let out a small sigh before she turned away to go back into the kitchen.
It took me a bit longer to take my bath because I had to stroke off first. That little experience of standing there almost naked in front of Mom had really stoked my furnace and I shot a load pretty quickly, but I stayed in the tub a bit longer than normal because it had shaken me a tad too. It felt so normal to get hard at the sight of my mother now and it made me feel ill at ease. It was one thing to lie there and watch her in the mirror when everything was dark around you, that experience was removed from reality somehow and felt like something going on in a movie or a book, just a fantasy. It was another thing entirely to have those thoughts and reactions when she was right in front of you in flesh and bone you might say. It was then that I reverted to the right and wrong, mother/ son conundrum. It still felt correct and exhilarating, but at the same time immoral and unclean. I didn’t want to have these impulses, but my body seemed to react of its own volition like it had a separate set of rules. In other words, when I saw my mother naked, my dick got hard whether I wanted it to or not. Oh well I would wrestle with the question another time.
I got back to the kitchen just as Mom was spooning the stuff on my plate. She moved around the kitchen in her new robe serving me this and pouring me that, I felt like royalty tonight. Once when she bent over to pour me a fresh cup of coffee the robe fell away from her body and I saw that she had a new nightgown too, a thin red one, that barely covered her nudity. She flushed and quickly covered up, tieing the robe tighter around her waist. I was at the same time excited by the view and disappointed. If she were already dressed for bed, I would miss my show tonight.
She must have seen me frown because she asked, “What’s the matter baby? Does my big boy have a problem?”
“ No Mom” I replied, “I was just thinking.”
“Ok” she replied and she sat down there next to me at the table with her leg occasionally brushing against mine as she animatedly talked about her day at work.
I finished my dinner and she yawned and stretched saying, “Damn, I’m tired. We had better get to bed.”
I responded with, “Yeah, I could use some shuteye too.”
I stood up and bent over and kissed her on the lips, just a light kiss but it was on the lips and not the cheek as I usually did. She seemed a bit surprised, I saw her eyes go wider for a split second but she was not overwhelmed and she said, “Good night Ted. I love you.”
I responded with “I love you too Mom.” And went off to bed.
I lay there slowly stroking my hard cock when I looked at the mirror and to my surprise Mom was standing there with her robe still on, looking in the general direction of the mirror. As I watched a smile spread across her face and she slowly loosened the belt of the robe and pushed it back from her shoulders, letting it slowly slide from her shoulders and fall to the floor. She was wearing that red nightgown that I got a glimpse of earlier, I noticed now that it opened in the front and was held together by a half dozen bows. One by one she untied each bow until the gown was hanging open exposing her lovely cleavage. She crossed her arms over her breasts and reached up with both hands and slid the straps off her shoulders, letting it ride down until it was held in place by her crossed arms, then straightening her arms she let it drop to the floor and roughly kicked it away. She stood there for a moment with her eyes half closed and then she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the matching sheer red panties and slid them slowly down her legs, exposing her small tuft of dark brown hair.
She let the panties drop to the floor and bent to pick them up, her boobs swaying alluringly with the motion, jiggling in such a delicious way that I nearly came right then and there. She straightened up very slowly, her eyes looking toward the mirror in a very intense way. Then she put her hands to her breasts and began to stroke them very sensuously, squeezing them together and pinching the very erect nipples before running her hands over them and smiling. She seemed to be smiling at me, but I knew that could not be the case, “she must be just enjoying herself immensely tonight” I thought to myself as she tilted her head back slightly and slowly ran her hands once more over her tits. She was smiling, her eyes half closed as if in ecstasy. She let her hands slide from her breasts down her body over her stomach finally coming to rest amongst the brown hairs covering her vagina. She stroked there for a few seconds then opened her eyes and took a couple of steps toward the mirror. My heart stopped beating, I held my breath and thought, “She has seem me” and stopped my stroking for a few seconds. But then she turned and bent over to pick up the nightgown from the floor, exposing to my view both her lovely pussy and her sweet, tight ass. I began to stroke furiously once more, my excitement rising with the lovely view she afforded me. She remained bent over for ten or twelve seconds, before she stood up, turned around, looked directly into the mirror, and blew me a kiss. It was then that I had my first orgasm of the night.
I was still shooting my wad into my towel when I heard her say, “When you are finished Ted, I need you to come in here. We have to talk son.”
She stood there naked, her hands on her hips, just staring at the mirror and I knew that indeed she had seen me spying on her.
“Oh shit.” I said to myself, “Now I am in deep crap for sure.” I finished up and cleaned myself up as best I could. Then I walked the million-mile walk from my room to hers.
When I got into Mom’s room I found her wrapped in her new robe and lying on the bed. She patted the spot next to her, and I sat down. “Stretch out lover, this is going to take a while.” She said.
“Ok Mom.” I said expecting the worst.
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