Masturbating With My Mom

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Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, True Story, Incest, Mother, Son, Masturbation, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: My mother ended up watching me masturbate; ultimately, she let me do the same.

It was the summer of 1985 right after I graduated high school. I couldn't wait to finally move away and go to college. Not that I was truly upset with my home summer was pretty consistent, yet boring. I did not have a girlfriend and so it seemed all I really ended up doing was working. I ended up working overtime considerably to save money for school. I did spend a little time with my friends; but overall my last summer at home was uneventful. That is, it was uneventful until the last few days before I left.

I guess I should continue by also mentioning the one other thing that kept me very busy throughout that summer – masturbating. Without a girlfriend, a 17-year-old male has to find a way to release his pent-up sexual energy. I pretty much was unstoppable. Any time I had some privacy, I was finding a way to bring myself off.

I had a collection of pornographic magazines hidden in my suitcase in the top shelf of my closet. We are not talking your average collection. I had spent many years ever since eighth grade purchasing skin mags and of course no man ever throws them away. Looking back now, I know my mother knew they were there. I also know that throughout high school she always knew what I was doing with them. In fact, I think that's why perhaps those last days I was at home ended up being as special as they were.

I remember the day it started. I actually came home from work early. Coincidentally, my mom had been running late and therefore, so was dinner with the family.

"Did you eat yet, honey?" She asked as I approached her in front of the stove.

I gave her a quick peck on the cheek and then stood behind her closely as I looked over her shoulder. I saw what she was still cooking and happily replied, "No. We were slow, so Chuck sent me home early. I figured I could get some leftovers, but it looks like I lucked out."

"We all did. Not many more opportunities for us to all sit down together. It should be done in about a half-hour." She concurred.

The look on her face and the tone of her voice showed she genuinely was happy about this. Mom was not looking forward to me leaving. Sure she was excited about me moving on in the world and she was proud. But the two of us were very close and both of us were getting very nervous about our upcoming separation.

I was anxious to leave for college soon; however, at this point I was starting to get a little reminiscent. I also was starting to realize how much I was going to miss mom's cooking. What I didn't fully realize at this stage was how much I was going to miss her.

You hate to say that one parent or the other is a favorite; but there's no doubt for me. Dad worked a lot and for some reason it just seemed like we didn't click. As I got older he and I became closer. But back then, my mom and I were extremely tight. She knew everything that went on in my life from schoolwork to girlfriends. I just never felt uncomfortable sitting with her some evenings and talking about anything and everything.

Ironically, what was about to happen and continue for the next several days was something we were unable to talk about for quite some time.

I went downstairs to my bedroom and quickly stripped off my clothes. I stepped outside of my bedroom and took an immediate left into the bathroom that pretty much only I ever used. I stopped and looked at myself in the mirror. The typical vanity of a 17-year-old male made me stop and admire my own body. In fact, since I had played football for all those years and weight lifted off season, my body did look great. Not a bit of fat could be seen anywhere. I literally had six pack abs and all the muscles in my legs and arms were truly defined. Unfortunately, looking back now, I realize that was the best it was ever going to look.

I took a quick shower and as I was drying myself off once again in front of the mirror, I realized my cock was at full attention. As I said, there really were not many times when it was not. I took a moment or two to admire myself with my hard cock and then couldn't help myself and started to stroke it. I knew I had a few minutes before dinnertime so I figured it was time to do it properly. I quickly returned to my room; however, I didn't notice that the door did not fully close.

Such a mistake would normally lead to the most embarrassing times of a man's life. For me, it ended up being one of the most exciting.

I did not even take down the suitcase this time and instead just reached up to pull down whatever magazine I happened to grab. It was one of my favorite "High Society" magazines. I threw it on the bed and threw myself right next to it. I knew exactly which set of pictures I wanted to watch this time.

I knew I didn't have much time. Also, there's no worry about foreplay when you're alone. So I immediately started to pleasure myself just the way I wanted. This particular time I was lying sideways on my bed on my left side. This gave my right hand perfect access to my cock. As I slowly turned the pages through the pictures I continued to stroke it a consistent pace. I knew I had at least 20 minutes so I decided to simply savor this session.

I simply spent a lot of time looking through this set of pictures and then moving to the next all the while slowly stroking my cock. It was just about time to increase the rate and so I went a little faster. At the same time, I think I threw my head back somewhat because when I did I saw that the door was open.

That didn't really bother me. My room was the last room at the end of the hall down in the basement. No one ever went down there. Also, at this point I was so into what I was doing I didn't really care. It was then however that I looked through the crack in the door and saw her. My mom was standing there in the doorway peeking through the approximately 4 inch space that it was open.

I stopped ever so briefly; but then something inside me made me keep going. My mind was racing because of the fact that she was still there, yet never said anything. I kept going at a slow and steady pace now. I decided to look directly at the crack in the door to see if I was mistaken.

It was then that I realized I definitely was not mistaken. She was standing there and I saw that her shirt was untucked. As I looked closer I saw that her hand was rubbing the outside of her skirt. Her other hand was fondling her left breast. I could barely make it out; but once I did it was obvious. My mother had been watching me jack off and found it stimulating enough for her to do the same.

It was here that it all became so interesting. When I first saw her, my reaction was to stop. Instead, I kept going and looked closer at the crack of the door. At the same time, my mother must've had the same idea. She surely stopped for a brief second; but it must not have been long because I watched her hand move up and down her crotch underneath her skirt.

I cannot make out much but I definitely could tell what she was doing. The fact that I was looking directly at her now had to be obvious to her. At this point I know she was aware I saw her. We both were putting on a show for the other. But at the same time, we were enjoying the show and about to please each other to the fullest.

I continued to watch her move her hand up and down over her crotch through the material of her skirt. Her left hand was grabbing her left breast and I could tell she was squeezing it. Meanwhile, I continued to stroke my cock but I slowed my pace just a bit. Normally I would never let go of my dick during a session. But now I let go of it exposing it to her in all its glory. At this point, I decided to be a full exhibitionist.

I moved my hand to the top side and I pushed my dick so it extended completely out from my body. Doing this always made it look longer. It's an unnatural position but I know what it looks like after examining me in the mirror so many times. I was showing off for my mom. From what I could tell, she enjoyed every minute of it. It was obvious because at this point she now moved her hand inside the waistband of her skirt.

I couldn't wait much more and I had to grab my cock once again. At this point the two of us began moving up and down at about the same pace. My right hand was moving up and down my shaft. Her right hand was moving up and down her crotch underneath her skirt. To this day I still do not know if her hand was inside her panties as well. I like to think so. I like to imagine that she actually had slipped a finger to deep inside her cunt. I know that's what I was imagining at that point.

It really didn't matter though. We both were extremely excited and we both were about to come any minute. In fact, it was no more than two minutes of this simultaneous pace that we both ended an orgasm at the same time.

Of course, mine was obvious. I shot my first load past the magazine onto my bedspread. It was the second load that ended up shooting directly onto the naked woman in the picture in front of me. As my semen was pumping out of my body harder than I had ever remembered it doing so, I watched my mom completely stop moving. She completely froze standing right there. I really could not see her face because of the shadows. But I could imagine it in my mind and it led me to pump another glob of semen out onto the bed.

My mom then started to quiver just a bit. And her right hand started to move up and down her crotch once again but very slowly. Her left hand now unclenched her breast leaving a horribly wrinkled blouse. After about a minute she took her hand out of her skirt. I heard her take a deep breath followed by the sound of two knocks on my door.

"Honey?" She asked as if nothing had happened.

"Yeah, mom," I replied in the same fashion.

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