This is a story of a mum and a son. Mum watches her son masturbate one morning before he left for University. Jack, the son, has no idea that his mother had watched him wank. It had aroused his mother tremendously; the son also had no idea that his mum's marriage was on the rocks. I hope that you enjoy this story. I have stopped taking comments as there are so many stupid trolls out there that don't like how the story is written. Please feel free to email me. Jack.
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It was just after nine on a beautiful September morning; mum was outside Jack's bedroom, she had some colour charts as she was thinking of having the hall wallpaper repainted, in her heart of hearts she didn't believe that this would happen. Her marriage was now a sham. It was looking as though divorce was the only way out. She had two sons and a daughter; Jack was her baby, the other two were married with children. Mum was now a gran. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jack moving in the standing mirror in his bedroom. He was utterly naked; he also had a massive hard-on, his penis looked enormous.
The mirror was placed in the corner of the room; it showed Jack's bed and the wardrobe beside it. Jack brought a magazine from the top shelf of the cupboard; several pullovers had covered it. Jack got the magazine back to his bed; it was titled Glamorous Matures 50+. As Jack wanked his cock, mum was mesmerised by its size; it was so beautifully proportioned. The length and girth were eye-watering; the bulbous head was crying out to be sucked.
Mum thought of interrupting Jack; what would she say? Can I help? I want to play with your big cock? Let me wank you? She didn't say or do anything; her eyes were glued to the mirror. Then Jack started to wank faster. He put down the magazine then reached for some tissues as the first squirt of his goo spurted out of his stiff cock. Mum now had a mental picture of the page he had been wanking at. Mum very quietly retreated downstairs. She went into the kitchen and made herself a strong cup of coffee.
Mum sat in the kitchen; she thought back to a Friday night over two years ago. Jack had been at a disco. Mum had been lying in her bed reading a newspaper. Jack had come into her bedroom to say good night. Even at that time, mum and her husband had separate bedrooms. Mum soon realised that Jack was a little drunk. Not falling over drunk, but he was talking a lot; he was happy and relaxed. They spoke for several minutes; then Jack said that he'd better get to bed. He leaned over; their lips met then mum felt Jack's tongue slide deep inside her mouth. It was a wonderful kiss. Mum enjoyed it. Jack then went to bed.
Nothing had ever been said about that kiss. Mum now wondered if Jack had been trying to send her a signal? The arguments were fierce with her husband at that time. Mum then heard Jack in the shower. As she walked past the bathroom, she said, "Are you up, darling? Will I make breakfast for you? What time do you need to leave at?"
"Thanks mum, could you do a fry up for me? I'll need to leave in thirty minutes. I slept in this morning."
Mum said no problem; she would prepare it now. She went into her bedroom; she was wearing a blouse and skirt with ballerina shoes. She then undid one of the buttons of her blouse; she was now showing cleavage. Her massive tits looked so erotic. She had Jack's breakfast ready when he came into the kitchen. Mum smiled and hugged him and gave him a cheek kiss; she also made sure that he felt the weight of her massive tits on his chest. She served his breakfast and poured his coffee. She then sat down, and they talked. Mum noticed that Jack couldn't take his eyes off the cleavage that she was showing.
As Jack was leaving, mum said, "What would you like for dinner tonight?"
"Whatever you want, mum, what time do you want to eat as I'm going to do some research in the University library this afternoon?"
"What time suits you, darling?"
"Seven would be great for me mum, is that good for you?"
"Wonderful, I'm going to have some wine tonight. Would you like to have some with me?"
"I'd love that, mum."
The hug and cheek kiss lasted longer than usual; mum could feel Jack's groin pushing against her leg."
Jack had a small Volkswagen, but he used the train to get to University. Mum checked Jack's room; he had spread his duvet over his bed. Mum then checked the wardrobe; under the pullovers, there were three mature magazines, the one on top was the one Jack had been looking at this morning. Mum took all three then sat on Jack's bed examining them. Soon mum realised that Jack was into mature big titted women with smooth vulvas. The pictures he had looked at were all women like this. The pages they were on were all creased. Some even had some semen stains. Mum then went to the bathroom; using Jack's razor, she shaved her vulva. It felt so sensitive now. Her long thick cunt flaps looked fantastic.
Jack got on the train; he could still feel the weight of mum's massive tits on his chest. Mum had been so friendly this morning; he loved it when she called him darling. He was looking forward to dinner tonight. The thought of having wine with mum excited him. He loved mum's unbuttoned blouse this morning. It was only one button, but what a difference it made when he looked at her massive cleavage. He wondered what mum was doing today. She had her hair done yesterday, he liked the way that it was cut, she looked so like the woman he had wanked to this morning, he wished that he knew that model's name, maybe she did some porn.
Jack thought back to the night years ago when they had tongue kissed. Mum had never mentioned it; Jack had tried to let her know how he felt towards her, but sadly, mum hadn't responded. Jack knew in him, if the opportunity arose tonight, he would tongue kiss her again. He would also feel and play with her massive tits. He dreamed of doing this with her. As he walked to University, he thought that he would buy mum a bouquet of flowers on the way home. He had never done that in his life before.
In the afternoon, mum went to a small boutique that specialised in lingerie. She knew that Jack liked crotch less Basques. Mum bought one and a push-up bra. As mum was trying them on, as she looked in the mirror, she realised with her hair and highlights and now the Basque. She looked like the model that Jack had wanked to this morning. She smiled, and she then had a good feeling about tonight. She would flirt with Jack; if things happened, it would be because both of them wanted it to happen.
At six-forty mum's phone beeped, she had a message from Jack, it read, "Be there at seven, I'm on the train now. Looking forward to our meal. Jack."
Mum was so happy when she received this. She had dressed for dinner. She had taken a side angled selfie; her tits looked enormous in the Basque she was wearing. She attached the picture to the message she replied to Jack with, she wrote, "So am I darling, I've dressed for dinner, I hope that you like what I'm wearing, love mum xx."