I smiled as I watched my mother read the stories I had written. She was sitting on my bed Indian style, her eyes were intently on the laptop screen. We had just made love for the first time in years. It was fabulous. I told her that I had written of our previous sexual encounters and published them on the Internet. She was extremely excited and couldn’t wait to read them. She immediately had left my arms and grabbed her laptop. The light from the screen flickered in the dark, illuminating her beautiful nude body. She began to read the erotic stories that retold our many previous adventures. She soon also began to masturbate.
The first story she was now absorbed in was “Masturbating with Mom.” It was written in the third person, yet perfectly described how she and I began our journey “across the line” just before I went to college. Several weeks before I left, mom saw me masturbating through my open door and did not let me know right away. Nevertheless, I had seen her through the doorway. Over the next several weeks we found ways to put on a show for each other without any words. By doing so, we could somewhat claim denial of what we really were doing.
After several minutes, mom started to rub her pussy with more purpose.
“Where are you?” I asked.
“You can see me through the doorway and decided to keep doing it.” She confirmed what I had written.
At the time in the story, I hesitated just slightly, and then kept jacking off despite seeing her in the hallway.
” Why didn’t you just leave quietly?” I was curious.
“I was just about to, but dammit you were built so good and I was turned on. You hadn’t seen me yet at that point so I figured I’d watch a bit.”
“I think I saw you pretty quick though. I stopped for a second and then ultimately made the choice to keep masturbating for you.” It was great to talk to her about this now. Even when we got together in the past, this liaison never came up.
Her eyes were already back on the screen and she was rubbing herself even a bit faster. It was here that I had an idea. “Read it out loud,” I told her.
She smiled and immediately complied.
I sat there on my side and watched my beautiful mother by the light of the laptop screen. She was rubbing her pussy and reading the stories that I had just written over the last year or so. These were the stories of how our brief, yet passionate love affair, began twenty-five years earlier.
Her voice was throaty and she was breathing heavy as she read out loud:
I could not make out much; but I definitely could tell what my mother was doing in the hall just outside my slightly open door. The fact that I was looking directly at her, had to be obvious by now. At this point I knew she was aware I saw her. We were both putting on a show for the other, but at the same time, we were enjoying the show and about to please each other to the fullest.
I wrote these memories because it turned me on so much. Now to actually watch my mom masturbate as she read it out loud to me was more than I could handle. I started to stroke my cock as well. However, it was obvious that we both were moving at a pace slow enough to allow her to finish our story.
Mom continued to read about the numerous times during that three-week span that we each planned “accidental” open doors while we masturbated. Surprisingly while she read, we each maintained a slow enough pace so that her reading efforts could make it to the last time we were together before I left for school.
It was such an unbelievable turn on to hear her read my description of her orgasm as I remembered it.
I started to stroke as I watched my mom complete her orgasm. This one was different though because she clamped her legs together and was able to lift her ass off the bed. I watched her hips rise as she continued to climax. This excited me so as I continued to stroke my cock in her full view.
It was getting difficult for her to read it because of the heavy breathing and the sensations that were quickly overtaking her as she continued to pleasure herself now. The idea of her now watching me masturbate while reading about her doing the same thing 25 years ago was more than I could take.
Several more strokes and I came. It shot all over the mattress in front of me in several large spurts. Credit must be given to mom as she continued the story describing the vibrator and how it took turns between her pussy and her mouth while I watched. Several more descriptive sentences and then ultimately our characters came together.
It was here that mom’s voice gave out and she literally lay back on the bed as her orgasm swept over her body. Her legs were wide straddling the laptop. The light from the screen was now shining directly on her soaking wet pussy. The illumination made the fluids obvious to me as I watched them flow all over the sheets.
She then started to shake and I watched the light move as the laptop itself vibrated. Meanwhile, I had begun to caress her breasts and pinched her nipples. But I was not going to take my eyes off of her, as this was simply amazing.
After a minute or so things started to calm down. Mom regained her breath and her composure. My rubbing of her body now turned to caresses. Eventually, she opened her eyes again and I saw her loving smile as the two of us looked at each other.
At this point, I used my arms to pull myself over on top of her. She was able to kick the laptop aside to make room for me. As we held each other tightly and looked each other in the eyes, it was another very special moment.
Not only had we opened up our most personal exploration of our bodies for each other; but it was also done to the memory of the same thing when we were so much younger.
It did not take long however for mom to push me back into position beside her as she grabbed the laptop once again and assumed her Indian style position in front of the screen.
And she started to read “Disabled, But Still Able – Part 1”. She was about to begin reading, and then suddenly she stopped.
“You read this one,” she told me. It seemed only fitting as this primarily described my feelings as I first had sex after my paralysis.