I went downstairs and once again the same routine proceeded. This time however she was wearing a light blue nightgown that hung down a little bit further. It was much sexier though during our “session” due to the way she had to hike it up so high to please herself.
Other than that, everything was the same as the night before. It now seemed that I had a partner for my masturbation sessions. Nevertheless, these sessions soon got better.
The next day was Saturday and I didn’t have to work. My dad was gone for the weekend on a fishing trip. The thought of him gone and my mom home by herself had my thoughts running wild. Surely at this point something would happen wouldn’t it? Yet I wasn’t so sure I had the nerve. I also was not so sure I wanted to take that step. I don’t know why, but I was deciding to myself that anything more than what we were doing was not such a good idea.
The day went by quickly. That night I went out and Alan and I drove around town and stopped at several people’s houses. But once again, he was bothered when I said I was ready to go home shortly after 11 o’clock.
At first I once again feigned that I was tired. But then I was somewhat honest with him.
“I kind of want to spend more time with my mom before I go,” I told him.
“I can see that,” he seemed to understand. Yet he really didn’t fully understand. I’m sure he was not planning on going home to masturbate together with his mom. All these years later, and that thought still grosses me out.
Anyways, I got home shortly after 11, and mom was once again studying at the kitchen table. She pretty much lived there while finishing up her degree. I came in kissing her on the neck and once again could tell it excited her. I didn’t sit down though and instead open the fridge looking for some food. I found some type of leftover and ate it over the sink while the two of us talked briefly.
I quickly finished and then told her I was going downstairs. It was then that she made it more interesting.
“Since your father’s gone, I’m going to go take a shower and unwind in my room.” Ironically, she looked at me with direct eye contact as she said it.
“Okay,” I replied and I went downstairs and knew that tonight would be even better.
I got in my room and before I could even start to undress I heard the shower upstairs. This was perfect. I got undressed and took my shower. When I was done, I didn’t hear the water running upstairs anymore. I was extremely nervous. I went back to my room and I decided to put my underwear and a pair of black shorts on. Definitely my best look.
I then started to walk upstairs. All the lights were off downstairs as I walked up. Also, it was rather dark upstairs. Yet the hallway light was on. I looked down at the end of the hall and my mother’s bedroom door was open about five or 6 inches. I felt my heart pounding inside my chest. There was something that made this so much more exciting. I walked down the hallway and then thought about how my sister’s bedroom was right next door. This could be embarrassing if she came out. I didn’t care.
I stepped up to the crack in the bedroom door and peeked inside. Now it was my turn to stand and my mom was going to be comfortable in bed. When I first looked inside she was not yet in bed. She was looking inside her top left drawer. I knew it was her underwear drawer because of the several times growing up I had gone through it rubbing the soft material all over my cock. Several times in the past I had stolen her underwear to come in them.
Now she was reaching in and pulling out some stockings. I watched her sit on the edge of the bed as she slowly put on these dark black nylons. She started with the right and pointed her toe up to the top of the mirror in front of her. She slowly pulled down the stocking over her heel and up her calf until finally reached its resting point on her upper thigh. It was so obvious that she now knew I was there. She continued by repeating the exact same motion with her left leg. The irony was that was all she put on.
To this day I fantasize about what else she could’ve worn but of course she would’ve ended up taking it off almost immediately thereafter. Instead, I do take comfort and how sexy it looked as she scooted herself back on her bed with herself propped back on her pillows. She was now sitting back and turned slightly so that I had a perfect view.
I wasn’t looking straight on; but for the most part I could see directly between her nylon covered thighs as she already started to move her finger around her labia. In her usual pattern, her left hand immediately found her breast and started to squeeze tightly. I simply watched. At this point, I didn’t even touch myself. I could feel the erection become rock hard and it managed to work its way free so now it was resting comfortably under my underwear and shorts. However, the tip of it was slightly sticking out of my waistband.
I watched mom continue to play with herself just as I always had. But it was obvious that she was much more in her element. Her eyes were closed and you could tell she was pleasing herself exactly as she wanted and normally did. I finally had to give in and instead of wasting my efforts trying to stroke my cock through my shorts and underwear I simply took them completely off right then and there.
I stood there fully naked and started to stroke my cock. I now realized how much more difficult it was to do so standing up. Or, at the very least it wasn’t as comfortable. But that made me even more excited thinking about what I was going to see from my mother now that she was comfortable.
As I watched her continue to play with her pussy, I saw her eyes watching my cock as I stroked. It was amazing how the two of us knew exactly when we could look at each other’s eyes. I continued to slowly stroke and enjoy the show. It was not much longer after that that she sat up and got off the bed. My heart was racing. I thought maybe perhaps this was finally going to become more. I wanted it to be more; but I have resigned myself to the fact that I could not be the one to make the move. I don’t know why, but I couldn’t. But I knew that if she was willing and made the move I was more than willing to fuck my own mother. I wanted it so bad.
So when she sat up and got off the bed I was ready. Instead, she opened the top drawer of her side dresser. She pulled out what almost looked like a shoebox but was obviously more rigid material and covered in fabric. She immediately turned it over and dumped the contents onto the bed.
On the bed was a medium-size vibrator. Nothing fancy, just a simple white plastic vibrator. Yet seeing it excited me to no end. I also could not tell what else came out of the box. There was a paperback book of some sort. It was just days later I found out it was a graphic sex novel when I “borrowed” it for an evening.