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I tore off my shorts and worked my cock frantically. Her body convulsed, and she shuddered against me as a huge orgasm rocked her body. My cock started to harden, and I began to stroke it gently. Mom was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. My mother never took her eyes off it, as she took her hand off my thigh and delved it into her panties. Incest Fantasy incest mother-son mom son masturbation. In truth I was trying to see through the embroidered front for a glimpse of her pussy, or at least her pubic hair.

I want to see you. I had masturbated in front of my mother, masturbated at her command, but the implications were lost in my post-climactic languor. What are you looking at? I had just found a new one, well-written for a change, and I was working my way through it, reading quickly, but drinking everything in. There was an awkward pause. Carry on.

for Free! And then Mom unhooked her bra and slung it carelessly in my direction. She too was still.

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Mom was reading the text on the screen. Something made me glance up, and I saw Mom looking at me quizzically. We were silent for a long moment.

She straddled my lap, with her knees on the couch. It was succeeding. Like most eighteen year old boys I masturbated every day, usually more than once, and of course my mother knew that I did. The moment seemed to last forever. This evening I was hotter than usual, no doubt because of the material I was looking at on the iPad. I caught the strong musky smell of her femininity, and I felt my cock twitch. But we did. I was dressed as I usually was for hanging around the house - just an old pair of gym shorts, commando. I want to see you cum.

I reached a climactic, as it were, point in the story, and paused to day dream a little about the scenario. Then my mother took charge, and my life changed forever. I felt completely relaxed, not really thinking about the enormity of what had just happened.

She knelt up and took my face in her hands, her fingers against my cheek. My Mom smiled again. Her lips were slightly parted, and I could see the heat in her cheeks. I may have blushed a little; I certainly must have looked flustered. And then, with a sound that was half howl, half growl, and all roar, I spurted semen into the air and over my naked body.

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Although my real life was strictly vanilla, I liked femdom stories and incest stories - and best of all, stories that combined the two. I want to see it. Famous Story. We ought to turn the AC up. Never one for half measures, my mother slipped out of her shorts, revealing skimpy bikini panties, also white, and embroidered at the front.

My mother recovered first. I was transfixed. I could tell from the angle of her hands that she was wanking her clitoris with one hand while the other was deep inside her. Not actually masturbating, but not not masturbating either. Masturbating for my Mom "Mom watches me masturbate" 20 Votes Score 4. Even Moms need release from time to time, you know. Perhaps you should take off your shorts. The panties blocked my view, but in my mind I could see her gaping labia, her swollen clitoris, the flowing juices as if on a giant screen. It was more the unexpectedness of my mother being there, rather than the fact that she had caught me holding my cock, that prompted my reaction.

Mom leant over to look at the screen, one of her nipples pressing against my naked chest. My mouth was dry and I could feel l my heart pound. Take your shorts off.

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The Florida heat can be harsh and humid, and my Mom and I often wore very little. I was beyond help. Mom gestured at it. My mother let out a strangled gasp as she pressed both hands hard against her crotch. It landed on my leg, and I could feel the warmth of her body still in it.

She let out a throaty chuckle. Mom kissed me gently on the lips, briefly, with an unreadable expression on her face, and backed away. But nicely done. Not just for masturbating. I pretended to watch the baseball. I was sitting at one end of the couch in the family room, looking at my iPad, with my hand down my shorts.