Chapter 1

His English teacher being sick, 15-year-old Martin Betts as well as his class mates were told they were done for the day, and were allowed to go home. It was only 14:15 pm so that gave Martin a lot of extra time to play his new XBOX-360 game, to see if it was as good as his buddies claimed it was.

Walking into the door, the house seemed empty; perhaps his mom was buying groceries.

Kicking off his shoes in the hall, the soft carpeting made Marty virtually silent as he walked up the stairs. But once the second floor was reached, Marty found that something else was not as quiet. He noticed some sound coming from his mother's bedroom and realized his mother was probably home after all. So just to let her know he was home, he opened the door and indeed noticed his mom sitting in the chair behind the computer-desk, with her back to him.

It was only when he was standing beside the chair that he noticed that his mother was almost naked, wearing nothing but her white bra and panties.
What's more, in a split second before his mother finally discovered someone standing next to her, Marty also noticed that she had one hand squeezing her left tit, and her other hand inside her panties rummaging around. The 34-year-old brunette woman had her legs spread, and was looking at something; or more specifically: reading something on her PC monitor.
Marty didn't have the time to see what it was that his mother was reading, but it sure seemed to turn her on.

It was only a fraction of a second later that Stephanie, Marty's mom, noticed that her very own son was standing next to her, watching her masturbate as if hypnotized and unable to move.

"Oh Marty. Dear God..." Stephanie uttered, quickly pulling a moist hand from her panties, the elastic waistband snapping loudly against the flesh above her mound. "You're home? I didn't realize you were home."

"Mom, I ehh... Mr. Jenkins got sick and we were told we could go home. What are you doing, mom?"

Marty knew what she was doing, but his mind was blank for something smart or meaningful to say. It is, after all, not often that a 15-year-old boy finds his mother half-naked and masturbating. He kept standing in his position, almost afraid walking away was the wrong thing to do under the circumstances.

"Oh Marty, baby..." Stephanie uttered, slowly regaining her composure. "Mommy thought she was alone, and, well... Your mother has urges, you know? Ever since your father left, I've been alone, and I have urges that I need to take care of. So that's what I do when I'm alone, and I thought I was, so..."

Torn between her still rampant horniness and the need to make the feeling of awkwardness go away, she was thinking of something to make out of the situation, and it was remembering finding one of her dirty panties under his mattress that made her realize she could actually turn this whole situation into something to both their benefits. The boy had been secretly jerking off with her underwear, and was probably having all sorts of sordid thoughts about her, so why not give both the boy and herself something they needed?

"Mommy likes to read and also write dirty stories on the internet, honey," the mother told her son to explain what was on the monitor. "I take care of my needs my turning all of my horny fantasies into words and putting them on the internet so others can enjoy them as well. I've had lots of e-mail from lots of unknown people telling me they like it and use them to masturbate."

Marty heard his mother say the words "horny" and "masturbate" and felt his dick stir. He never heard her say those kinds of words. Sexual words. Hearing those words come out of his beloved mother's mouth did something to the boy.

"I know you've got needs too," Stephanie told her son, alluding to his jerk-off sessions. "So you'll understand if your poor old mom makes herself feel good, don't you?"

"Uhh, yeah, I guess," the stunned 15-year-old told his mother, afraid to say something that might disappoint her. Besides, there was something about the way she was talking now that he liked. He felt some sort of connection now that his mother had taken some of the awkwardness away by almost pretending that what she was doing was not such a big deal. Almost as if she trusted the boy with it; almost treating him as a mature young man.

"Would you like to watch me a bit, honey?" Stephanie told her boy, hoping he would answer in the affirmative. "Would you like to watch your mother as she makes herself feel good? I would really like it if you would. It makes me feel even better if you would stay here and watch me masturbate."

The boy didn't say anything, but didn't make any impression of wanting to leave either, and it made Stephanie's clit tingle.
She was going to make something great out of, what was only minutes ago, an embarrassing situation. With some very quick thinking and some risk-taking, she could make one of her nastiest fantasies come true.