Chapter 4

After Sara left, Margaret came downstairs. She needed to talk to Tom. Margaret wasn’t ashamed of what Tom and she did. She was only ashamed that her daughter had caught her. She enjoyed having someone around to play at sex with. At this time in her life, she found Tom to be the ideal partner for her needs. He was not demanding or pushy about taking it further than she was prepared to go. She still remembered the first time Tom had her so turned on from the kissing and playing with her freed breasts that she masturbated in front of him instead of going to her bedroom.

Her blouse was undone, and her bra was unhooked and pushed up. Tom was feeling her up and kissing her nipples as he rubbed her pussy through her clothes. She could feel his hard cock through his pants. She remembered how she sat up and turned around, then leaned back against his chest as she pulled up her dress. She put her hand in her panties and masturbated. Tom sat behind her with his arms around her as he held her and kissed her neck. He ran his hands over her breasts and played with her nipples. She knew Tom could see what she was doing, but she didn’t care. It felt so much better with his hands on her and kissing her neck. She remembered how she encouraged her son to continue providing that sense of warmth and closeness to go along with the sexual stimulation she craved, “Keep kissing me, Honey. Keep touching me.”

Tom renewed his efforts to please his mother. It wasn’t long before she groaned and rubbed her clit a little faster. She was close, and more than ever, she wanted Tom to touch her and kiss her, “Kiss me, Tom. Please kiss me.”

Tom stopped kissing her neck and feeling his mother’s breasts. She turned in his arms, and Tom pulled her to his chest and kissed her. Margaret kissed Tom with a passion she had not felt in years while keeping a hand between her legs. It was at that moment her hips bucked, and she squeezed her pussy as an orgasm caused her legs to twitch as a warmth flowed through her body. She kept kissing Tom as she continued to rub her very wet pussy.

Margaret took her hand out from her panties and pulled away from Tom. She sat back against the back of the couch with a sigh. Her fingers were wet with cum, and she knew Tom could smell it. Margaret rubbed Tom’s hard cock through his pants, “I’ll stay while you do it if you want me to?” Margaret knew her being there would make it more erotic for Tom. The simple fact was she also wanted to see what she had been feeling when she rubbed his cock through his pants.

Tom was so turned on by his mother’s erotic display that he didn’t even think as he undid his belt and fly. Margaret put her arm around his shoulder and kissed him as he took out his cock and stroked it. Tom had his head thrown back with his eyes closed. Margaret’s eyes were wide open as she watched her son stroke his cock. The last cock Margaret had seen was her late husband’s over five years ago. Margaret felt no shame as she watched her son pleasure himself.

After that first time, Margaret would paw at his belt and tell him he should do it with her. The sight of Tom’s hard cock when they masturbated together thrilled her more than she imagined it would. Sex with Tom was fun and playful. For a few moments, it made her feel young and desirable again.

Leaving Tom after a hot make-out session and running to her bedroom to masturbate like she did the first few times never again entered her mind. She knew Tom had been getting himself off after she left to masturbate in her bedroom. Now that they were masturbating together, she couldn’t imagine herself doing it without Tom there with her.

Tom and Margaret found that they enjoyed watching each other. They would spend a good amount of time kissing, and Tom would play with his mother’s breasts. Margaret would rub Tom’s cock through his pants and let Tom know she was ready to masturbate by unzipping his pants and then sitting back on the other end of the couch and lowering her slacks and then her panties or lift her dress and push her panties past her knees. Tom would kick off his sneakers, undo his pants, and lower them just enough so his cock was out and ready for him to play with. Tom would sit on one end of the couch, his mother on the other end, with their backs braced against the upholstered arms. Their bare feet would be touching as they watched each other masturbate to an orgasm.