My limp cock twitched in my pants as I walked toward the door, my mind was full of thoughts, thoughts of my mother, the feel of her wet mouth on my cock from a few minutes ago, my hard-on returned, it had recovered from my reckless orgasm. I replayed the events back in my mind, "Fuck," I whispered to myself.
As I got to the door I paused, I was unsure if I should go in. I swallowed the emptiness in my mouth, nothing but saliva and air went down my gut. "But she's my Mum," I thought. My dick grew in my pants in that moment. Now I wonder up why I asked myself that question.
'Fuck it,' I knocked.
"Come in," she said.
I took a breath and walked into the room, the lights were off except for the half lit bulb on the adjustable half moon holder, it was enough to see with and set the mood at the same time. She was on her side, elbow on the bed, her head resting on her hand, her breasts already popping out of her revealing crop-top and the soft mounds of the one on top resting on the one below, the sight of her caramel coloured areola sent jolts of impulses to my already hard cock, they looked good enough to eat.
My eyes wandered down her pillow-like breasts to her ass. A velvet-coloured Thong was all she had on. I closed the door and much like my stiff member, stood there like a lamp post, my bulge clearly visible. I still wonder why I closed the door, it's not like anyone else was around.
She smiled noticing my hesitation, "Harry. Come here." She patted the side of the bed next to her.
I went to her, laid on my side, facing her. I'd thought of this moment for so long and now I didn't even know what to say, I'd gone over every scenario I could think of. But this was nothing like any scenario I had imagined. There was this savoury smell that perfused by nostrils.
"I saw you," she said after a brief moment of silence. "The first day you watched me, I saw you."
My eyes widened. "How?" I asked myself.
She smirked at my obvious surprise, "Look," she pointed to the mirror on wall behind her. "You were so horny you forgot that was there didn't you?"
"Fuck, I'm sorry Mum. You just looked so hot doing that and then you em..." I said.
She smiled, "Said your name?" She interrupted, I nodded slightly.
"I've been touching myself and thinking of you since the day I saw you in the shower." She confessed with no remorse. I was surprised, another thing I had missed.
"When I saw you watching me that day I wasn't scared, I was sooo turned on. I came so hard. It made me want you even more baby.
"I loved it, I can't believe it but I did. I know you did too," she continued putting her hand on my cheek and tracing her way down.
"Did you like seeing Mummy fuck herself? Did you like seeing her cum?" She finally arrived at my engorged cock, grabbing it forcefully and making love to it as she waited for my answer.
"Yes," I finally gave my answer; not that she was waiting for it though. The jolt of adrenaline from her touch brought me back to life. "I've thinking about it ever since."
"Mummy's really lonely Baby. Daddy's away and she needs you to help her out with a few things."
"Anything," I blurted out.