The first rule of M Club is: You don't talk about M Club. The second rule of M Club is: You don't talk about M Club. Third rule of M Club: No touching anyone but yourself. Fourth rule: No recording devices. Fifth rule: No clothing below the waist. Sixth rule: If this is your first time at M Club, you must masturbate.
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Sean closed the front door and noted the silence of the house. After school at this time of year, his dad would still be at work and his brother at practice. His mom would sometimes be home, otherwise she might be out at a class. She'd reached a point in her yoga teacher training where she was filling in for a few classes around town when the regular was unavailable. When she was home, it was usually obvious -- the sound of her moving around or playing music. Given the silence, he assumed she was out.
He climbed the stairs, heading for his room, when that assumption was proven wrong. He could just make out a faint humming sound coming from the end of the hall. It was nearly steady in pitch, with only brief modulations up and down. That it was coming from his parent's room, he assumed it was his mom in the master bathroom, using an electric razor or toothbrush or something. Probably just got home from teaching and took a shower.
Sean was about to slip into his room and get to work on his European History paper, when another sound joined -- a low moan. What was that? For a second, he thought she might be in pain. Another moan followed, however, and this he recognized as pleasure. It was not unlike some of the sounds he'd heard coming from his parents' room late last night. There were few things more embarrassing for a teen than hearing his parents having sex. But if dad wasn't home, did that mean she was masturbating?
He was even more keen to get in his room and pretend he hadn't noticed a thing, but then he noted that their bedroom door was cracked open. Seriously? Had she forgotten that he said he'd be home after school when she asked that morning what his day's plans were? It wasn't like she didn't have the house to herself most of the day, if she felt the need to take care of herself like that.
For as much as masturbation, both in private and with friends, had become a major part of his life over the last several weeks, he still had trouble picturing other people doing it -- his parents, in particular. There was no reason to think they lost the urge after getting a little older or even married. It just seemed...odd.
Sean remained rooted in spot, his imagination running at the thought of his mom masturbating. It was the first tangible evidence he'd ever had that she did anything of the sort. That hum almost had to be a vibrator. What kind did she have? Was it anything like Denby's? Did dad know about her toy, or toys? Did they ever use them together?
Again, thinking of his parents that way was unsettling. Perhaps less so than it had been a year or two ago, though. They were attractive enough for their age. His mom, if he was honest, was quite attractive. Andy openly lusted after her, and had teased Sean for years about having dibs on her should his parents ever separate. Still...it was mom.
The right and proper thing to do would be to just go in his room, close the door, and pretend he'd been completely oblivious. She was just engaged in a perfectly normal and private behavior and it was none of his business or concern. He expected and had received the same privacy from his parents, right? Then again, he'd never left his door open when jerking off before.
Against all better judgment, Sean found himself tip-toeing down the carpeted hall, his backpack still slung over a shoulder. His hands shook and his heart beat so hard he thought for certain his mom would hear it over the noise. With each step closer, however, all he heard was the humming and moaning in greater intensity.
A foot from her door, which was cracked perhaps two inches wide, he stopped. He still had time to do the right thing and slip away. Would peeking irrevocably scar his image of mom for life? Just listening to her had already changed things. She was mom, but she was also a woman with needs and urges.
He leaned forward, just enough to see the foot of their bed come into view and it sounded as if she had to be there rather than in the bathroom. Just an inch further forward and a bare leg -- bent at the knee and spread wide -- was revealed. He wiped his palms on his shorts. She really was doing this.
Mouth dry, he leaned forward just a bit further. Most of his mother's body was now in view, laying back on top of the bedsheets with her head on a pillow. She wore her pink bathrobe, but it had come undone and was splayed open, revealing her naked body in its entirety. As Andy had put it many times, she was a true MILF -- lovely breasts, somewhere between Denby and Lisa's in size, hanging just to each side, a toned tummy, shapely legs, and a smooth shaved pussy spread wide.
That last bit was something of a revelation. His mom shaved. Yes, it was hardly unusual these days, but it still projected something of a sexual connotation that he had trouble equating with his mother.
She was indeed using a vibrator of some sort. It was small and pink, almost completely enclosed in the palm of one had, and apparently focused on her clit. With the other hand, she used her fingers to play around the folds of her pussy, teasing and rubbing. The glistening sheen on the skin left no question as to the state of her arousal.
Sean was suddenly very aware of his own state. His cock strained inside his shorts to the point of extreme discomfort. He was forced to adjust himself and after that slightest bit of contact he left his hand in place, outside his shorts.
Between porn and the club meetings, he'd seen plenty of girls masturbating. Yes, it aroused him. He was bothered, however, by how strong an effect the sight of his mother was having on him. It was wrong on so many levels. He'd never fantasized about her before. He still wasn't, despite his involuntary reaction.
Ashamed of his arousal, he wanted to back away as he should have done in the first place. His mom's moans intensified, however, and he was unable to get his legs to obey. Eyes locked on that place between her legs, he watched as her orgasm overtook her. Every part of her body shuddered and her moans became gasps giving way to whimpers. It was every bit as hot as watching Denby or Lisa, or even Vida.
Sean had rubbed his cock several times in those last few moments, but froze when the hum of the vibrator stopped and silence descended upon the house. He was suddenly terrified that she would be able to hear his breathing, the pounding of his heart, the shift of his backpack. Retreating and closing his bedroom door now would almost surely give himself up. How would she respond to his spying? He didn't want to know.
Frozen, breath held, he watched as his mom slumped back, spent. Her chest continued to heave, slowing as she recovered. To his surprise, she fondled a breast and pinched its nipple, then sat up and gave him an entirely different perspective of her naked body as her breasts assumed their natural hanging state. They certainly weren't as firm as Den or even Lisa, but they were still very attractive. He briefly conceded that dad was a lucky guy.
Mom turned and dropped her legs off the side of the bed and rose. Sean decided it was time to bail, hoping that the sound of her own movement would mask his. Should she go to the bathroom, he'd be safe either way, but if she re-tied the robe and came toward the hallway, he'd never make it unless he moved immediately.
Silent as possible, he hurried down the hall and slipped into his own room. He didn't even risk a backward glance before shutting his door with scarcely a whisper. Thank goodness it didn't squeak.
Still shaking with tension, Sean shrugged off his backpack and hurriedly retrieved his headphones and plugged them into his phone. He figured that way, should his mom poke her head in, he'd be able to feign having not heard anything. Actually looking her in the face would be a challenge, though.
He slumped into the chair at his desk and turned to face the piles of school notes and books. All hope of relaxing and focusing on his paper, however, were dashed when he noted something grossly out of place. His M Club journal, which he'd stuffed at the bottom of an chaotic pile and flipped upside down for good measure, was now sitting on top of the pile, cover side up.
"Oh fuck."
* * *
"Sean, anything new at school today?"
Sean shook his head and glanced up at his mother across the dinner table. He only met her eyes for a moment before returning his focus to his half-eaten plate. How she could act and look as if nothing was out of the ordinary was beyond him.
After watching her masturbate and then finding his M Club journal conspicuously moved, Sean had gone through a spectacular range of emotions. They'd kicked off with a gut-wrenching embarrassment at the thought of his mom having read all that very personal stuff about what he and his friends had been up to the last several weeks. That gave way to a burning anger and disappointment at his mother for having violated his privacy in the first place. He went out of his way not to give his parents any reason to distrust him, and they'd given him his space and privacy in return. Or so he'd thought. Had she or both been snooping in other ways?
Then there was the baffling reaction and non-reaction from his mom. She hadn't said a word about it -- nothing about how it was unseemly or risky or inappropriate. Nothing about punishment or not being allowed to see Denby. Instead, he'd found her masturbating with her bedroom door cracked open. Had it happened on any other day, that might have just been coincidence, but on the same day she'd apparently been reading his notes? No, that meant it almost had to have been intentional.
What the fuck did that mean? Why on Earth would his mom want him to see her masturbating? Had she been turned on by the whole thing instead of revolted? Was she trying to send him some subtle message that she approved of masturbation as a safe form of sexual outlet? Or, on the flip side, was it trying to mortify him out of the behavior by showing him what could happen if they were ever seen or caught? Could it be that she was far more sexually liberated than he'd realized and was simply signaling that it was nothing to be ashamed of?
The only way he was likely to know would be to ask her. He trusted his mom, but talking about anything remotely sexual with her was just something he didn't think he could bring himself to do. Even knowing that she'd read his notes and hadn't gone ballistic, it was still too much.
"Sean?" His dad gave him a puzzled look.
"Sorry," Sean said. "Nothing really. Just trying to figure out this paper I need to finish up tonight."
His dad nodded and shoved another bite of chicken into his mouth. Sean couldn't help but glance back at his mom and was unnerved to find her looking at him. Again, there was no anger or disappointment, but he saw something in her eyes. It was almost soft, sympathetic. What was she thinking? If her actions earlier had been intentional, was she having regrets? Did she even know if he'd seen her or not? She had to know that he'd found the notebook and knew she'd looked. Maybe she was worried about the message that she'd sent. Did she feel guilty about having invaded his privacy?
