Chapter 4

Over the next couple of weeks, Mom allowed me to masturbate with her four times as we watched her private stash of 8mm films. But mostly we watched each other. My imagination was working overtime as I watched my mother play with herself under her skirt or her slacks if that was what she was wearing that day. I liked it when she wore slacks. The zipper was in the front, and sometimes it would open enough so I could see Mom’s hand moving under her white cotton underwear.

The following week, on Tuesday night, Mom did something a little different. She was wearing slack and unzipped them as usual but pushed them and her underwear halfway down her thighs. We had a stag film running, but I’ll be damned if I remember what it was.

I had a raging hard-on pushing the front of my pajamas out. There was no way my mother could mistake the condition I was in. I could see my mother’s pubic hair, but I could not see her pussy. She had her legs shut tight and just her fingers lightly touching herself down here. She kept smiling as she touched herself. It was one hell of a tease.

I watched Mom warily for her reaction as I opened the slit in my pajama front, and my cock came out.

Mom swiveled in her desk chair and was facing me. I flinched, thinking she was going to yell at me. She opened her legs. “Come on baby, do it. Let me see you do it.”

I grabbed my cock and started jerking off. The stag film was completely forgotten. The projector whirred in the background. Light from the projector and the flicker of the film on the wall created a dreamlike atmosphere as we focused on watching each other. It could not have been three or four minutes later I was reaching for the tissues. I held them in front of me as cum shot out onto the tissues and my hand. My knees buckled.

Mom reached out with one hand to steady me as she continued to masturbate. I let go of my cock and steadied myself with a hand on the desk. I could not take my eyes off of my mother as she slid forward in the chair to an almost lying down position and rubbed her clit. Her eyes were lidded, and her mouth was slightly open as she took quick, short breaths. The lips of her pussy were parted, showing the pink of her vagina walls. She grimaced, and her hips bucked when she inserted two fingers as she had her orgasm.

She lay still with her fingers in her vagina for a full minute. Then she pulled herself back up to a sitting position in the chair. She seemed to regain her composure, pulled up her underwear and slacks, and crossed her legs.

“Well, Honey. It seems we have been a little adventurous tonight. Now give me a kiss and a hug, my sweet darling.” The film had finished unnoticed. I could hear the clicking of the film as it spun around in the take-up reel.

Twice over the next week and a half, Mom waited for me to come down before taking out one of her 8mm stag films. After watching one or two short clips, Mom would pull up her skirt, take off her underwear, and expose herself. I took my cock out of the slit in my pajamas, and we watched each other masturbate. The films were only background now, an excuse for what we were doing.

Our goodnight kisses and hugs became a little longer.