Watching
by MicaMeesha
Copyright© 2026 by MicaMeesha
Incest Sex Story: A young man realises his mother watches him in the bathroom, and then his mother realises that he is watching her in the bedroom. Eventually things come to a head.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son .
Everyone was out; I was home alone. I took the time to have a leisurely shower, and when I had done I sat on the bath for a shave. I shaved my crack once; never again. Boy, that itched for days; now I just leave it alone. I gelled up my pubis, dick, and balls. I sometimes get an irritation rash on my balls when I shave them, but it is not too itchy – just redness. I grabbed my wet and dry electric razor, held my dick vertical and slowly ran the razor over it. I don’t apply too much pressure; I just gently run over.
My dick soon stiffened a little, not fully, but enough, and the razor slipped easily over. Luckily my hair stops about half way up my dick, so the semi was just enough for good coverage. I always find it difficult to do my balls; I can’t see them, so I pretty much have to go by feel, and I have to be honest, even though I probably do it a hundred times a day, I am not keen on fondling my balls. Pulling my sac tight, I ran the razor over my balls and then along each side but not beyond; oh no, that way is itch city.
I ran across my pubic mound and into my thighs, done. I caught a movement out of my eye; Mum was standing in the bathroom doorway watching me.
“Oh, sorry, Mik,” she said and left, leaving the door open. But then I had left the door open, mostly because I thought I was home alone.
She must have come home early; luckily I was only shaving. I mean, no male likes to think of his Mum watching him wank. Shaving, well, that’s okay, I guess, but stroking the love machine? That is a no. I got back into the shower and rinsed, ensuring all the gel was gone, and rinsed the shaving residue down the plughole. I know I am the only one that uses this bathroom; Mum and Dad have their own ensuite shower, and so they rarely use the family bath. This is pretty much my own room.
I got out of the shower and towelled myself dry and then reached for my moisturiser. I don’t spend stupid amounts on products. I wash myself with baby shampoo; some of the fancy ones irritate my skin, but baby products don’t, and I use a supermarket’s own brand of after-sun as a moisturiser, as it’s cheap and leaves my skin feeling good. Satisfied, I put my bits and pieces away, wrapped a towel around my middle and headed across the landing to my bedroom.
I sat on my bed and wondered what the rest of the day would bring. With luck I would see Sarah; she had promised to come around later, and hopefully we could have some intimacy, by which I mean that we can shag. It had been a few days, and my balls, whilst they were shorn, they were still full and in need of emptying. I didn’t like to wank on days that I might see Sarah; I always worried that it would lessen my performance.
A sound at the back of my hearing interrupted my thoughts; a sort of gasping was probably the best way to describe it. I just couldn’t quite place it. As I stood, my towel fell to the floor, but I didn’t really notice it. I went and stood on the landing, tipping my head this way and that to locate the source. It seemed to be coming from Mum and Dad’s room, and as I stood in their doorway, I could see why.
Mum was lying naked on her bed, her legs half crooked and a dildo in her fanny. The gasping was hers as she pressed the toy home inside her. I realised I was standing there naked, in her doorway, a hard-on fully present, and as I was about to turn away, Mum looked my way and caught my eye. Rather than stop, or tell me to go away, she just smiled and, if anything, went harder and faster, the plastic dick plunging deep within her. I was transfixed and watched as she brought herself off, her boobs swaying on her chest, her legs pushing down on the mattress.
Her eyes closed and her back seemed to lift off the bed. Her heels pushed down, and I was pretty sure she used my name as her orgasm overtook her. It was a whisper, but it was there. I left her to her pleasures and went back to my room, much on my mind. I hadn’t imagined sex with Mum for a very long time, some years in fact, not since I managed to enjoy the pleasure of girls, first with my fingers, and then my dick, and on one very memorable occasion with tongues.
So Mum watched me shave, and then she masturbated, my name on her lips as she did. I wonder if she thought of me that way often. It had never occurred to me that she might; after all, she had Dad and his dick for whenever she wanted; she shouldn’t need to go elsewhere.
After dinner Sarah came round, and we went up to my room, me carefully shutting the door after us. I was pretty sure Mum and Dad were aware of what went on in my room when we were alone, but there was no need to provide them with any evidence; let them imagine. Sarah put her hands up her dress and pulled her knickers down.
“I hope that you have saved him for me,” she said as I undid my trousers and pulled them and my underpants down, my dick springing free, showing just how ready I was. I hope that one day Sarah will go down on me and let me lick her, but so far she just shook her head when I suggested it. No reason, just no. When she was on her period, she would just give me a hand job; she wouldn’t even let me see her fanny at that time.
The pill made her regular and also meant I didn’t have to use a condom. If it meant getting into her fanny, I would, of course, wear a condom, but it wasn’t necessary, and Sarah said she loved to feel my spurts inside her, and a condom hides that.
“From behind today, Mik,” she said, “I want to try it that way, but make sure you don’t miss.”
Usually she lay down, and we played with each other a bit, and then I lay over her, and she lined me up; I pushed in, and we shagged. Sometimes she orgasmed, sometimes she didn’t. I never knew what the different things I did or didn’t do made the difference between orgasm and not. I mean, I always orgasmed.
Sarah knelt on the bed, her face resting on the pillow, her sex gleaming between her legs. Oh, what a glorious view. I think a woman’s sex looks better from behind; it is plump and almost waves from between her legs.
I knelt on the bed behind Sarah and lined my dick up with her crease, sliding it along her valley to gain some of her lubrication before pressing against her fanny and slipping inside her. I think I penetrated her more from this angle, but it didn’t feel as natural for me. Sarah slumped forward a little as I entered her and then began to push back.
“Oh baby, yes, I like this,” she gasped as I picked up speed and pressed harder, my pubic mound forcing her buttocks apart, her crinkle acting like a target as I shagged, a target I must avoid.
The slap of my pubis on her buttocks felt louder than the usual, and I was sure that Mum and Dad must hear. I didn’t care; we were both over sixteen, which was the legal age. Actually, we were both over eighteen, so what we did in private was up to us. I could feel my dick begin to tighten; her fanny was very wet, and I could feel the walls of her fanny squeezing my dick as I moved.
Things were too slippery for my foreskin to stay back; it just sprang back whenever it could, a strange sensation that I never managed to recreate when I masturbated, no matter how much lotion I used to ease things along.
The root of my dick, deep inside, pulsed, and I knew that the end was approaching. I pushed harder, trying to feel more of my skin moving within her slipperiness, but no, all I could feel was her fanny squeezing my dick, and then she gasped very loudly and let out a huge moan, and her fanny clamped tight on my dick. It was enough to trigger me, and I felt that odd little squeeze inside between my balls and my bum, and I spurted, three times, my dick pressed inside her, my balls emptying their cargo, Sarah gasping through her orgasm.
“Wow, that is so much better that way,” she said, “so much better.”
Her fanny relaxed and my dick slipped out, followed by a large dollop of my white cum. I rolled and lay down; Sarah did the same, and we lay together. It is odd because we didn’t do a lot of boyfriend-girlfriend stuff, but we did shag when we could.
“Next time, can we try my bottom?”
“What?” That was forbidden territory.
“Hanza is saving herself; if she is not a virgin when she gets married, her husband’s family will disown her and she will be disgraced, and she says that offering her bottom to boys helps. She says once you get used to it, it is really good. You need a lot of lube though.”
“Oh okay, of course we can.” Had I died and gone to heaven? Perhaps we could do that when she was on her period. Wow.
When Sarah went, I mopped up the goo from my quilt and dried it as best as I could. Mum would know when she did the laundry, but what could I do? Later that night I heard Mum and Dad go up to bed. I was still lying there trying to imagine shagging Sarah in her bum and was getting a little frisky, to be fair. After a while I realised Mum and Dad were shagging; their door must have been open, as was mine.
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