I guess I really don’t know just how long my mother had been spying on me. I noticed it many weeks ago when I was laying in my bed. I looked up at my bedroom door that was partially open and I could see her in the shadows standing there watching me. At 1st I thought it was just a casual glance but then I started to pay attention, leaving my door just a certain way. I found that if I have my door almost closed but not latched that before long there would be a small crack in the space.

The thought of being watched at first upset me, then it sort of excited me and I thought I could maybe push this a little bit to help me get myself off. At first, I would wait until I was pretty sure she was outside the door just watching through that small crack that I mentioned. And when I thought I saw something move I would start to take my clothes off. It was just strip down to my underwear and then lay back on the bed reading or something casual like that.

After several times of being sure that she was there I stripped all my clothes off and laid on my bed on my back and just kinda slowly fondled myself. I made sure I held my cock upright so she could get a good look.

I hadn’t noticed her for about a week after that so I’m not sure if I scared her, or what she decided so I decided to do it again and see what happened. I went through the same routine, waited until I was pretty sure she was there and stripped down to nothing. I laid on my back on my bed, and played with myself until I got tired of that and turned off the light. Once I turned off the light, I got myself off thinking about her watching me. The more I thought about it the more excited I became. We continued this cat watching the mouse routine for about a week and then I noticed as soon as I would turn off the light, I could see her better, even though she was still just a shadow, and it looked as though she was going into her bedroom and closing the door.

The next time I went through the practiced routine, once I turned off my light I waited until I heard the floor squeaking in her bathroom, then water running. Still naked I got up and walked out my door to find that hers wasn’t closed all the way either. I was able to gently push it in a little bit until I could see through the crack of her door and there she was, she was taking her clothes off. This is the first time I’ve actually seen my mother naked. She got down to her bra and panties and I was about to come in my hand. I decided I better not touch myself just in case because I was getting pretty close

When she took off her bra and panties, she didn’t put a nightgown on as I expected her to, but merely lay on the bed the same as I and when she opened her legs, she put her hand between them and started playing with yourself. At this point I had to get myself off and I didn’t take but about 2 strokes and I was done for. It was pretty strong even though I’ve been jacking off about every other day. I went back to my room and laid there and thought about all this for quite some time. She had something going the next night and didn’t come home until late so I wasn’t able to do anything that night. But the following night I went through the same ritual, only this time I didn’t turn off my light. I just sat there stroking my cock until I got off shooting come straight up in the air and I let it land back on my hand. All this time I was watching the door and seeing if I see anything at all besides just that shadow.

And as before the shadow disappeared and I could hear noises from her room. Mostly noises attributed to showers, opening and closing drawers and so forth. All the times I did catch her playing with herself she was pretty quiet. And then one fateful night I went to the usual routine only this time I left the door open just a little bit more, about enough you could fit your hand through sideways up and down, which makes it about an inch and 1/2 crack, plenty for her to see. This time I was gonna really put on a show for her with no pretense.

I took off my clothes, and this time put a pillow under my butt and laid my head back and started stroking myself. I had to strain to look at the door, with my head laid back as far as it was, but I could clearly see a figure there. There was no doubting it in my mind now. And then suddenly I saw the door open a bit more and there was enough light from my room shining out by that time that I could see her face. She was staring at me watching me beat my cock and beat it I did.

This went on for a couple of weeks about every two or three days and it seemed as though every day the door was opened just a little bit wider until finally, I got tired of playing the game, so I left the door open far enough she could walk in if she wanted to.

I was in the middle of stroking my cock when I saw her at the door. Her eyes left my cock and came to my face and we locked eyes with each other. We knew the other was watching and neither of us did anything to stop it. I continued to stroke my cock until I came as watching her was a big turn on for me. When I was done, I grabbed a towel next to me and cleaned myself up and then she merely turned and walked to her room. Is that it I asked myself? Or is this going to go on? Where will it end?

A full two weeks had gone by with this same routine, every two or three nights we would go through the same ritual. I wondered why she just didn’t come out all the way in the room, so I thought perhaps it’s because she doesn’t know what to do when she got there.

The next night I got the chair from my desk and set it next to my bed, about even with my cock. It was still soft after I got undressed and laid on the bed, and within minutes she showed up, so I started to stroke it. We looked at each other in the eyes again and this time I turned my head towards the chair as an unuttered comment or suggestion. She hesitated a few moments and then actually walked inside my room and sat on the chair, right out where I had put it, in front of my cock. Neither of us said a word as I just sat there beating my cock and she sat there watching, only this time her hand went between her legs and about the time that I would get really excited she closed her eyes and rolled her head back as she came. Finally, she started the familiar sounds of small screams and moans. I was done before her so I watched as she finally gathered herself, opened her eyes and looked at me, she just got up and walked out of my room.

The next time we did it, as soon as I was done, she went through the same routine of just getting up and going into her room, only this time she didn’t close the door, so I took it upon myself to accept the invitation. I waited until I heard that the water was running in her bathroom, which meant she probably cleaned up a little bit, and I could hear the drawers open and close as she got out something for the evening. Only then did I get up and walk to her door expecting to stand there and watch but to my amazement there was a chair next to her bed just like the one that I left next to mine, a further invitation I thought. She was already on the bed naked with her hand between her legs, stroking herself. I didn’t know if it could be possible, but by the time I got to that point I was hard again, so I started stroking again. It took me much longer the 2nd time of course and it was a 1st time it ever happened to me. I watched her to get herself off, it was an amazing thing to see. She was also very wet, that I could see and hear.

The next morning, before breakfast, while she was in the kitchen I snuck into her room and grabbed a fresh pair of panties out of her drawer laid them on the bed and laid a disposable razor on top of them hoping she would get the idea.

All through all of these things in all these weeks have passed we had never spoken a single word at each other, not during the act itself or afterwards. For reasons I don’t remember the next time we actually got together everything went as usual until I got to the door and she was on the bed laying there waiting for me to watch. As soon as I saw her, I knew something was different. She had taken the hint and shaved herself and I looked at her face and she just smiled at me as she started to run her hands across herself and I could watch her fingers now as they went across the lips, one finger down each side. Then she would push them together first and then pull them apart, opening herself up so I could see. First one and then two fingers would dip inside pushing them as far as they would go and then she would start to stroke her clit causing her to have that great climax of hers. The very next afternoon, as soon as I got back from school, I walked in my room and what do you suppose was in front of me? I found a pair of my pants and my underpants were laying on my bed with a razor on top of them. That afternoon I took the hint and when I was taking my shower, I shaved myself as best I could. The next time she saw me I had no hair on my cock and she just smiled the same as I did when I saw her.