It was then I realized that we were now most likely at the limit of this adventure. So I decided to make sure to enjoy it to the fullest. I propped myself back in my side and now started to stroke my cock at the same rapid pace that my mother was caressing her pussy. It was just about then that I became concerned. She had stopped. But I quickly realized that I had nothing to be worried about. Because as soon as she stopped both hands moved to her waist and she now was pulling her panties down to her ankles and stepping out of them. She threw them to the side and now went back to what she was doing before.
Only now, it was obvious to me that she was putting her middle finger inside her cunt. In fact, after a few strokes it was her forefinger and her middle finger that were now entering her pussy each and every stroke. Each time a she pulled her fingers out it was obvious she was running them over her clit. That was the motion that seemed to get the most reaction from her face. As I watch her please herself to the fullest I was so glad I had the foresight to turn on the hall light earlier.
It was obvious she was about to come. Ironically, I had been focusing on her so much that I had completely neglected myself. For a brief period, I’m not even sure I was stroking my cock. I was so enthralled by watching her and I wanted to focus all my attention on her. It was now so obvious that she was about to come. I realized that I had some catching up to do.
I started to stroke faster and harder. But it was definitely going to be her to reach climax first. Right then I watched her once again freeze and remain completely motionless and silent. At that point I realized how much heavy breathing and painting she had been doing just prior. But now there was nothing. She stood there completely still with her right hand very deep inside her cunt. Her eyes were closed so tight.
To this day, the most exciting thing I still can ever witness is a woman having an orgasm. The excitement of it took over at that moment. She then started to quiver. I can remember the way she shook, and it finally made me just about cum myself. I watched her continue to shake as her right hand now moved very slowly over her soaking wet hairy pussy. Her left hand continued to squeeze her breast and pinched her nipple.
The sight of her was too much for me and I threw my head back and my entire body clenched as I shot my first load completely off the bed. I managed to open my eyes quickly because I wanted to see her some more. Now her eyes were open. I think she saw the first shot, but I know she saw the second. It did not go as far and ended up on the end of the bed. As it shot, I saw her eyes tracked the motion of the semen. At this point I decided to lay back and at the last two shots shoot upwards onto my chest and my abdomen. I laid there propped up on my left elbow still watching her as she slowly caressed her pussy. Our synchronized pace once again continued as I slowly stroked my cock which was no longer fully rigid.
I wanted for her to come in and lick my semen off of my belly. But more so I wanted her to come in so that I could throw her on the bed and bury my face between her legs. So badly I wanted to taste that sopping wet pussy. I had gotten a whiff of her odor the night before and now that intoxicating smell was in my head.
We both calmed down to the point where our hands were hardly moving at all. We continue to explore our bodies with our hands while exploring each other with our eyes. But we were very cautious to never make eye contact. It was then she stopped and reached down to grab her panties. I remember how sexy it was to watch her put them back on. I also was turned on by the fact that I could see the dampness transferred to the panties the second they touched her hairy crotch. But I would not be treated to that view for much longer.
There was no eye contact. There was no “goodbye”, nor a “good night, honey”. Instead, she turned and walked down the hall. I heard her continue to walk and several seconds later the hall light was off. It was obvious that we both were going to simply not acknowledge this. Yet we both seemed to want it and enjoy it enough to hint to each other how we could make it happen. That was fine with me. The hints would continue.
The next morning was like any other. I had breakfast quickly before work and I kissed my mother goodbye. I did make sure once again as I kissed her I pushed my body up close. I may have even wrapped my arms around her while doing so. But then it was off to work.
“Probably going to Alan’s after work,” I told her.
“Should I wait up?” She asked. The tone in her voice made the double meaning of her question so clear.
“That sounds good.” I said it in a soft reassuring tone. “I won’t be too late.”
My day was usual. Work, and I hung out at my best friends house doing pretty much nothing. He was a little surprised though when I went to leave at about 11 o’clock on a Friday night. I explained it was a slow night anyways and I was rather tired. He understood, it had been a rather boring night.
When I got home, my mom was once again reading in the kitchen. I pulled up behind her and planted a kiss. This time on the nape of her neck right near her ear. I felt her quiver and I could tell it was almost the same as when she orgasm in front of me the two previous nights.
Sat down next to her and we talked for quite a while. The amazing thing is how we talked like nothing had really happened between us. The only time our conversation became different was as the conversation was ending.
“I’m tired,” I told her as I stood up from the table.
She then started to hint, “are you going to take a shower and unwind?”
“Of course, ” I quickly replied. “Are you?” I asked in return.
She smiled, “yeah, after the day I’ve had, I need it.”