Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa, Fa/Fa, Consensual, Reluctant, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Incest, Mother, Son, First, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Exhibitionism, .
Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Sherry got very turned on by a website featuring people getting themselves off. When she slipped her hand into her pants to join in, she had no idea her son and his friend would be coming home from school soon. Sherry didn't know she had been caught until her son's friend's mother told her she had overheard the boys talking about it. Sherry had never felt so embarrassed in her life. She promised the friend's mom she would be much more careful in the future.
This whole thing started with an incredibly awkward conversation with the mom of one of my son's friends. Well, actually I guess it started when I first stumbled upon a video from that silly website. But I'll get to that. First, the conversation with Mary Ann, who is the mother of Andy, my son Robert's best friend.
"Thanks for meeting me, Sherry," Mary Ann said.
"Oh, of course," I replied. "I've always thought we should have coffee, since the boys are always together."
"Yes, well, I have too. But I'm afraid that my asking you to get together wasn't just a social invitation."
"Really?" I said as a variety of thoughts ran through my mind: she's going to try and sell me something, get me to volunteer for something, try and convince me to believe in something, etc. I was wrong on all counts.
"Yes ... yes, there's something I felt I had to talk to you about."
"OK, Mary Ann. What is it?"
"Well, this isn't easy to bring up, Sherry. But I, well ... I'm concerned of course. And I just ... well, not only am I concerned, but I also thought you needed to know about this."
"Geez Mary Ann. You're concerned about something? What's going on?"
I figured then it wasn't about raffle tickets, or joining her bowling league, or anything like that.
"When the boys were over yesterday after school, I heard them talking. And I want you to know, I don't make a habit of listening in when they talk. But sometimes you just overhear things, and sometimes you can't help but listen."
"I get that, of course Mary Ann. But, what were they talking about?"
"Well Sherry ... they were um ... They were talking about ... you."
"Me? OK, I don't get it. What do you mean?"
"Oh dear," Mary Ann said, after which she let out a big sigh. "Well, they were talking about, how they've... heard you."
"I ... what? I'm not following, Mary Ann. What does that mean?"
"Sherry, forgive me if I have this totally wrong, but I don't think so. I heard them pretty clearly. They said they had heard you ... masturbating. Although they didn't use that word."
I'm sure my eyes got as big as saucers, and that my face became red as a beet.
"Wha... ? Mary Ann ... how ... when... ?"
"I'm not exactly sure. It sounded like it was a day after school, earlier this week, I think. Does that make sense to you?"
My mind was racing. Since Robert's dad and I divorced two years ago, masturbation had become my favorite hobby, for sure. I was responsible for my own orgasms the whole time we were married, so that was nothing new. Admittedly I do it most every day. But it's almost always at night when Robert's asleep. And even then, I'm careful to be as quiet as possible when I know he's in the house, and even more so if Andy or some other friend is sleeping over.
Then it hit me.
"Oh, shit Mary Ann. I ... wait a minute. There was one time ... Monday I think, when I ... In the afternoon, which I rarely do, believe me. But Robert wasn't home! There's no way I would have done that during the way when Robert was home, much less if he and Andy both were in the house. Mary Ann ... I am so embarrassed, and so sorry."
She looked understandably skeptical.
"Sherry, what you do in private is your business. I know about your divorce, and it can't be easy raising Robert by yourself. I'm sure you get lonely. But can't you keep this kind of thing to yourself?"
"Mary Ann, please ... I do keep that to myself. Of course I do. I just don't understand how they could possibly have heard me."
"So, you do remember ... doing that on Monday, I take it? You didn't think it was possible the boys could walk in on you?"
"I just don't know what to say. Well, yes. Yes, I do remember ... doing that. But like I said, the boys weren't there."
"Apparently they must have come home, Sherry. And you say you had no idea they were in the house?"
"Mary Ann! No! Absolutely not! I'm mortified by this. I just don't even know how it could have happened."
That wasn't entirely true. Of course I had absolutely no idea that my son and his friend were in the house. I wouldn't have even thought about doing that if I thought there was the slightest chance they could come home. I must have lost track of the time and didn't realize that school was over.
I was taking a brief break from work, and I wandered into one of the video sites I go to now and then. I saw the face of a pretty, young brunette in one of the thumbnails, and I clicked on it. It turned out to be a video of this girl playing with herself. But it was different than anything I had ever seen. The whole time the camera was looking down at her face. It didn't show anything below her shoulders. But it was one of the most erotic things I have ever seen.
The girl appeared to be all alone in bed. She looked nervous at first. Then her face started to change as she was clearly playing with herself. I was wet in seconds. And the more this sweet girl got into herself, the wetter I got. Within a few minutes, she was cumming hard, and my hand was inside my panties. By the time her second orgasm arrived, my jeans were on the floor and my underwear was with them.
Now, like I said, I was certain I was all alone. It never dawned on me that Robert could possibly be coming home. I must have completely lost track of time. My office door was open. And believing I was alone, I really let it go. I got incredibly turned by watching this girl's face go through incredible contortions. She was totally into her own pussy. And that got me totally into mine. As I remembered the experience, sitting in the coffee shop with Mary Ann, I got a little tingly down below. Then I remembered how loud I had been that day and my eyes got wide again.
"What?" Mary Ann asked as she saw the expression on my face change.
"Oh, well... ," I said, "I was just ... Oh, Mary Ann. I'm so, so sorry about this. I remember now. Of course I had no idea there was even a chance that they boys could have come home."
"I guess there's nothing to be done about it now."
"How am I going to face either of them? How am I going to face my son?"
"Well Sherry, it was Monday. You've been around both Andy and Robert since then, right?" I nodded. "Were they acting strange in any way?"
"Um ... well, no. Not that I could tell. They're teenage boys, so they're always acting goofy. But they weren't any more goofy than usual."
"So, then I guess I wouldn't worry too much about it. All I can say Sherry, is please, please be more careful in the future. I hope you can understand that I don't want my son exposed to..."
"Oh, Mary Ann! Don't say another word! I hope you can tell how horrible I feel about this. Please, don't worry about this ever happening again!"
"I hope not. I know you understand that Andy and Robert are sixteen year-old boys, with all the raging hormones that go along with that."
"I know exactly what you mean. They're obsessed with anything sexual at this age."
"Yes, that's what I mean. I heard them talking, Sherry. And let me tell you, they weren't exactly ... turned off by what they heard you doing."
That comment got my attention.
"Wh ... what do you mean, Mary Ann?"
"I mean they were saying ... They talked about how they wanted to ... I can't repeat it, Sherry. Suffice it to say, please be extremely cautious with your behavior in the future."
"I promise you, I will, Mary Ann. I can't tell you how badly I feel, and how seriously I'm taking this."
Mary Ann said she understood, but she didn't look convinced.