It started as an accident,
I had just come home from college for summer break. I brought my bags in and set them down in the foyer, not quite wanting to bring them up to my room yet after such a long drive home. As I set them down, I heard a noise in the living room. My mom should have been the only one home. I figured she must've dropped something, so I went to investigate.
When I turned the corner, my world flipped upside down. I saw my mom, naked, sitting on the couch masturbating.
Time seemed to stop for just a moment as I processed what I saw. She had headphones on that were connected to the laptop on the coffee stand, presumably playing porn. She was softly moaning to herself, completely absorbed in the pleasure. Her legs were spread wide with her feet on the coffee stand to stabilize herself. Her left hand was massaging the left nipple of her D sized tits while her right hand was using a purple dildo to massage her hairless pussy. Judging by the stain on the towel she was sitting on, she was extremely wet.
I drank in as much as I could at that single moment. But as soon as that moment was over, our eyes met and she screamed. She reached for the blanket next to her and flipped it to cover herself, the couch practically exploding with flying pillows. Her headphones flew off her head, across the coffee stand, and landed on the floor becoming unplugged from the laptop.
There was silence as I looked at my mom's face, with messy blonde hair, pale freckles, and hazel eyes. The only sounds were from the panting and moaning from the porn video. I think she wanted to be mad at me, but she was too embarrassed to move. Trying to stop and think for a moment, I finally stuttered and excused myself.
"I'm gonna go upstairs and unpack then,"
She shook her head, like she was trying to apologize, curse me out, make an excuse, and undo the situation at the same time.
I shook and turned out of the living room and then practically tripped up the stairs with my bags. I felt my jeans tighten as I threw my bags onto my bed. I turned and threw the door closed behind me, trying not to slam it and make more of a scene.
I decided that I should calm down and unpack. I paced myself as I categorically moved my clothes from the suitcase to the dresser, counting every pair of socks, underwear, shirt, and pair of pants.
When I was finished, I breathed a sigh of relief. I realized that I never took care of my bladder from the road, from there I jumped into my bathroom. After I pissed, I looked down at my cock and thought about what I had walked in on. I saw it and felt it start to harden again. Before I reached down to touch it I heard a knock.
I jumped a bit, but then came back to reality and zipped up my fly. When I opened the door, I saw my mom, she was dressed simply in a black pair of shorts and a blue top. I could see the straps of her white bra near her sleeves.
"Look, we need to talk," she said. "May I come in?"
I nodded and moved aside. I threw my empty bags under my bed, she then took a seat once the bed was cleared. I sat across from her in my desk chair.
After a brief pause, I hear her take a sharp breath in and say "first off, I'm sorry that you had to see all of that."
I nodded and mumbled "it's okay."
After that brief acknowledgement, she started again. "Second off, I thought you weren't going to be home until sunday?" To which I quickly answered that I had finished my final projects early and that I wanted to get ahead of the traffic.
She nodded, not actually caring for the excuse but obviously trying to think of a way to bring up her next point.
"Third, I was thinking of something."
"Thinking of what?"
"Well, I was thinking that you were an adult now."
That confused me. I had no idea where she was going with this.
"I've known that you were masturbating in private ever since you were a teenager. I didn't want to say anything and make it awkward, but I came to acknowledge it and decided to not press you on it."
"Since you moved to college, I was a bit lonely and I figured, If you were able to do it, then there shouldn't be any reason for me to not do it. And then I started making it a regular thing, and I found out that I enjoyed it more when I did it outside of my room, and then I started wearing less and less clothes and then, well, y'know."
"Ok" I said, still not knowing where she was going with this.
"When you came home and saw, I was angry at you of course." she said. "But then I calmed down and thought about it. You already saw the worst of it, that, plus my knowledge of your, um, habits made me realize something."
"What?" I asked.
"Well, Why keep it a secret anymore?"
I was floored. My mom hadn't been super conservative, but she still knew when to present herself. This was completely out of the blue, but even then, I wasn't ready for what she said next.
"So, with that being said, would it be ok if I still did it around the house?"
There was silence as I contemplated what she just said. She must've seen my mouth gaping wide open.
"I won't if you're not comfortable with it, I just figured since you're home and we'll be seeing each other a bit more over the summer, that it might not be that big of a deal."
"Uh no, no it's ok. It's not a big deal" I stammered. "It's your house after all."