Prologue
I knew that my mom had been dreaming of having s*x with younger men after dad had passed away two years back. I was not a voyeur but reading her diary would make me come to such conclusions then I had never thought of that as well. I had found that she had been fantasizing about men about twenty years younger than her.
My mom was a widow, but in her mid forties also she could easily pass as early thirties. She was one hot piece of ass. And I knew that I had to do something or I was never going be able to lose my virgin tag.
Angela, my Mom, had been having bad nightmares for quite some time which made the doctor suggest that probably she needed someone to be there for her when she was having those dreams. I had shifted to my mom’s bedroom since last night. Now we were the only ones in the house. And tonight was the night.
We were both sleeping side by side to each other in the same king size bed. And I thought of making the conversation.
"I saw you getting out of the shower the other night," I said quickly before she could leave. I continued to stroke my c**k, praying for a response.
"You shouldn't peek at your own mother like that." She remained motionless on her side of the bed, still turned away from me.
"I only saw a little bit of you from behind, but it made me hard."
"You got excited when you saw your Mommy naked?"
"Yes." I slid my hand up and down my shaft with measured control. "I saw your back, and your long legs, and I saw your naked ass." She didn't say anything for several tense moments. I reached down and fondled my balls. While I continued to rub myself I held my breath in anticipation. Eventually, Mom rolled onto her back.
"I knew you were outside the door," she confessed softly. "I noticed how you were watching me--how you were always looking at my body--so I did a bad thing and left the door open just a little, thinking maybe..."
"I like looking at your body. I think about it all the time," I admit.
"But it's wrong, honey. It's wrong to look at your mother like that."
"I can't help it. You're so beautiful. And your breasts are so big, and your ass is so round and smooth," I speak without thinking, without caring, lost in the incestuous bliss of the moment.
"Please, stop saying those things. Just...play quietly, sweetie" she begged. I defiantly let out a low groan of pleasure.
"Masturbate with me, Mom. Put your hand down there and touch yourself."
"No, honey, I can't. It's not nice for a mother to masturbate with her son."
"It's okay, Mom, I want you to. I want you to make yourself feel good."
"It does feel good when Mommy touches herself down there."
"Please, Mom," I whisper in my most plaintive tone.
"All right then," she answered after a long hesitation. "But no more talking. And absolutely no peeking at Mommy while you have your p***s out."
And I knew that I had hit the jackpot. After all Mommy knows the best always.
