Day 3

The bathroom was just outside my room, past mom’s bedroom. I tiptoed across the corridor, my bare feet silent on the cool hardwood floor.

A strange noise was coming from mom’s room, like a soft buzzing. I stopped to listen, my heart rate quickening. I’d never heard anything like this before.

“Is she brushing her teeth?” I whispered to myself, though something about the sound suggested otherwise.

Should I look?

The question hung in my mind like a forbidden temptation. What if I saw something I wasn’t supposed to? I didn’t want to disturb mom or witness something traumatizing.

But curiosity won over caution. I couldn’t go to sleep without checking on mom, could I? What if she needed help or something bad was going on? I couldn’t rest until I’d investigated.

I approached her door with careful steps.

Quietly...

The door was slightly ajar, and I could just peek through the narrow gap. I couldn’t see much from this angle, but at least mom had left her bedside lamp on, casting a warm glow throughout the room.

The buzzing got louder as I pressed closer to the crack. It definitely came from her room.

I scanned what I could see – there was the window, mom’s bedside cabinet, and there, her bed.

What I saw made my breath catch in my throat.

“Mmmmm, yeah, ohhhh,” came mom’s breathless voice from within the room.

Oh, fuck.

I stared in disbelief at the scene unfolding before me. Mom was on the bed, completely naked, voluptuous and glistening with sweat. Her nipples were large and swollen, dark against her pale skin, and her enormous breasts rose and fell with each labored breath.

I held my breath and kept watching, unable to believe I was seeing her like this. My mother – the woman who had raised me, scolded me, comforted me – was sprawled naked on her bed in the throes of passion.

I glanced away for a moment, checking the dark corridor behind me, then put my eye back to the crack in the door.

Mom was heaving and moaning, her huge breasts covered in small beads of sweat that caught the lamplight. She gasped and sighed as her hand moved rhythmically over her crotch.

I squinted, trying to make out the details through the shadows, but it was too dark to see clearly. Still, her enormous breasts and soft moaning were enough to get my blood pumping, and my cock started to push against my underpants.

“Ohhh! Mmmmmm, come to mommy!” mom gasped, her voice thick with arousal.

Mom pulled her hand away from between her legs, revealing a huge vibrating dildo. The sight of the massive toy made my eyes widen – it was easily as thick as my forearm and longer than anything I could have imagined. She didn’t waste time though, and the dildo quickly disappeared back into the shadows that covered her crotch.

Is she thinking of...?

Mom started working the dildo with desperate intensity, sliding it in and out of herself as hard as she could. Sweat trickled down her forehead as she lost herself in the pleasure.

“Mmmmm. Go deeper! Ah! Fuck me harder!” she moaned desperately, completely lost in her pleasure.

Holy shit! She’s really going for it!

“Hah! Ahn! Deeper!” mom cried out, her voice becoming more frantic with each thrust of the toy.

I couldn’t stop staring as mom convulsed in pleasure, her huge breasts rippling with every movement. She moaned so loudly I started to worry that the girls might wake up and investigate.

But I didn’t care. I wanted to see her cum.

“MMMMmmmmmhhhh!!!” Mom’s climactic scream filled the room as she arched her back in ecstasy.

Mom arched her back, her legs trembling violently as she reached her climax. A clear liquid squirted out of her pussy in powerful spurts, and I had to resist the overwhelming urge to pull my cock out and masturbate to the incredible display.

“Mmmm ... more ... I need more...” she gasped breathlessly, her body still trembling from the aftershocks.

Mom gasped and groaned, slumping back onto the bed for only a few seconds before she was at it again. Her hand slowly pushed the dildo back inside her, and she began the process anew.

She’s going again? Wow!

My cock was so hard it felt like it was about to burst from my underwear. I couldn’t contain myself any longer – I needed release desperately. The smart thing would be to go back to my room and masturbate there in safety.

But mom was right there, her breasts on full display as she rode a dildo the size of her forearm!

It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but I knew the risks.

I was horny – hornier than I’d ever been in my life. I could feel my cock pulsing painfully in my pants. The urge to pull it out and stroke myself while watching mom was almost unbearable, but I forced myself to stand still and keep watching.

I was horny, not stupid. It was one thing to risk it in a dream, and another entirely to do it when I was standing just feet away from my mother.

“Haaa, nnn, mmmmm!” mom gasped between waves of pleasure, her body writhing on the bed.

Mom gasped and squirted again, her pussy completely soaked with her own juices. But she kept going relentlessly, driven by an insatiable need.

“Mmmmmm, haaa!” she moaned, pushing the massive toy deeper than seemed possible.

She was pushing the dildo so deep it must have been grazing her stomach. She tried to suppress a moan by clamping a hand over her mouth, but it escaped anyway as she continued her frantic self-pleasure.

“Oh God, yes!” she cried out, her voice muffled by her hand as she tried to stay quiet.

Then she arched her back as she came again, squirting all over the bed and shuddering with the intensity of her orgasm before slumping back down motionless.

The dildo remained inside her as she lay there, her chest rising and falling heavily. Soon, exhausted snoring filled the room.

“MMmm...” came her satisfied murmur as exhaustion finally claimed her.

Sweet dreams. Speaking of which, I need to go. Can’t be late for work on my second day.

I crept back to my room and collapsed onto my bed, letting my head fall heavily on the pillow. I couldn’t get mom out of my head – the image of her perfect thighs, her enormous breasts, the way she’d pleasured herself with such abandon.

I started to stroke my cock furiously as the scene replayed in my mind. There she had been, legs spread wide, completely vulnerable and lost in ecstasy.

I masturbated with desperate intensity, feeling my climax building rapidly.

Fuck—

“Ohhhh, mom ... Nnnnnggggg!”

I came harder than I had in years, spraying thick ropes of cum across my chest and the sheets. It seemed to never end – my cock throbbed violently, ejecting load after load of white cum as I rode out the most intense orgasm of my life.

Then I let go and slumped onto the bed, letting my arms fall to my sides.

Shit, I need to clean up ... but ... I feel so drowsy, I can’t keep my eyelids open...

I woke up suddenly, squinting as a ray of harsh sunlight hit me squarely in the face.

I tried to shut my eyes against the brightness, but the light was too strong. I finally sat up, already in a foul mood. Who the hell had decided to keep the curtains open?

I stumbled around half-asleep until my eyes wandered to the alarm clock.

I rubbed my eyes and looked again.

8:30 a.m.

Shit, I’m late!

The thought of losing my job on the second day sobered me up instantly. Within minutes I had sprayed on deodorant, thrown on clean clothes, and was rushing toward the front door.

I was about to head out when I heard a grunt from the living room. I stopped to listen, thinking I had imagined it, but the sound came again – a soft, feminine grunt of exertion.

I thought everyone had left already, but apparently someone had stayed behind. Could it be Lucy? Unlikely – she was probably already on her way to class.

Curiosity got the better of me, so I decided to investigate. At worst, it would be a burglar who would stab me to death with his machete.

But when I peeked through the open doorway, it wasn’t a burglar’s weapon that greeted me – it was a young woman with her ass prominently displayed as she bent over in skin-tight yoga pants.

Was that ... Helen? She was doing some sort of exercise, completely unaware of my presence.

“Huff...”

Helen repositioned herself, giving me an even better view of her thick, perfectly rounded ass. The yoga pants clung to every curve, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.