The most alluring thing about my mother is the way her neck muscles flare when she's having an orgasm. It makes a spectacular v-shape. She always tilts her head back, her eyelids would flutter. But it's her neck that creates the lasting impression. She's tall and thin, almost swan-like the way she moves.
Her expressive eyebrows. The deep laugh lines around her mouth and blue eyes. Everything comes to life when she cums. She has a stern face that can never hide her mood. When she's happy you'd know it, when she's upset, you'd know it. The same is true when she's in sexual heat. She's like a woman possessed, not something which can ever be faked, not even in porn.
After each orgasm, she goes back to her normal self, like it never happened. There's a sense of shame with her sexuality. She never talks about it, never turns it into a big deal.
Kissing her neck is probably my favorite way of giving mom aftercare. It bothers her being kissed there after she cums, but if I don't, she'll wonder why her needs are being ignored. I guess she's grown used to the admiration but she doesn't want to admit it.
We've had conversations about taking things further, to push the boundaries more, but in the end she's always held firm, masturbation is the furthest I can ever go into her world. Sometimes she'd be partially nude around me. It helps her relax around the house. Sometimes I wonder if she thinks about me when she pleasures herself. She refuses to say.
The City Councilwoman
It's 9:38 in the morning and she composes herself after a masturbation session. My head is on her lap, near her pubic hair, and we're in bed listening to birds chirping outside. It's her bedroom, as always. White walls, everything is neat, everything clean. There's an assortment of vibrators arranged on the shelf. She only puts them away when she hosts family parties.
She had already showered earlier, so she stands and wears her undergarments, then jeans and a thin sweater. While putting the final touches on her outfit and applying a small amount of makeup, she talks to herself, making sure her speech is on point, she even rehearses her smile in the mirror.
An hour later we're in the park for a 4th of July community event. Banners and American flags are being arranged by staff. Grills are being lit and there's going to be plenty of burgers and hot dogs. Families are arriving, so are the community leaders and first responders. It's a wholesome neighborhood and the only real drama that exists is how to allocate the city budget.
Of course, the looming cloud over everyone's head is the mayoral appointment next week, and my mother being a front runner. It's not a job she wants, to be clear. She never sought that position. The only reason she ran for city council years ago was because of her conservative views on education. I was in high school at the time, that's why it mattered so much to her.
Now I'm out of the house, living on my own, I work as a firefighter. But my mother became fully invested in her role as city councilwoman. Call it a sense of civic duty.
"Congratulations. We're rooting for you."
"Honestly, it'll be nice seeing a woman in charge."
"Oh, hey there, are you running for another seat?"
People shake her hand and take selfies. My mother is all smiles. The burgers come fresh off the grill, people sit around and eat, enjoying their weekend as a community. No one has a clue how she masturbated with a pink vibrator hours earlier, making herself shiver with me next to her. It's a secret that would erupt into a national scandal.
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Carpenters finish a remodeling effort in mom's bedroom. At night, she calls me over for a look. It's somewhere after 9 pm and she's relaxing after a stressful day. As a firefighter, she often asks for my opinion on anything she does around the house, but today she wants to show me her arrangement.
Her new bedroom shelf has a glass casing with display lights inside. She told the carpenters that the shelf was for antiques and vases and random art she collects, but seeing it now, it's an arrangement for her sex toys and vibrators. They glimmer under the display lights.
While I'm looking at the craftsmanship, my mother is undressing behind me. She's stripping out of her gray pantsuit. Earlier she hosted a dinner party as the new Mayor, sitting at the head of the table alongside city council members. I can hear the sound of clothes ruffling, things coming off, things being worn.
"The food was delicious," she says. "The steak was so tender, and that gravy with potatoes, my god. Jerry was being an asshole again. Tina and Michelle were sucking up more than usual."
I'm the only person she vents to about her colleagues. When I turn to look, she's in her nightwear. A thin piece of lingerie, brown color, with tiny straps that hang from her shoulders. The older she gets, the more elegant she looks. Most of her upper chest is showing. She's barefoot and most of her legs are visible.
"Do you think you'll ever like this job?"
"I already despise it, but that's not the point."
"What will make you happy then?" I ask.
"A great novel. The beach. Creamy pasta for lunch."
"These toys?"
"Don't be silly."
And that's the delicate dance we often do. Discussions about her masturbation can never be direct or else she'll shut it down. She dims the lights and lays on the bed, her hair splayed across the pillow, her arms outstretched. There's nothing beneath her nightwear and her legs are showing.
"The shelf is beautifully designed," I say. "They did a great job with the lights."
"What do you like about it?"
"How classy it looks."
She's being vague on purpose. I'm talking about the shelf, while she's giving innuendos about the assortment of sex toys that shine under the lights. I can tell she wants to masturbate now. The way she's dressed, her relaxed mood, it's a recipe for self-pleasure.
"I have an idea. You're the mayor now. Why not do more things for mothers? Isn't that something you've always wanted?"
A long pause always means she's thinking. She lays there looking at the ceiling, not saying a word, until her body squirms in bed.
"You're right," she says. "First thing tomorrow, I'll have my staff get to work on it."
"Any ideas for what you'll propose?"
"Maternal-friendly workplaces. That's always been an issue that irks me. We need more mother-friendly policies. Flexible hours. Lactation rooms. Better accommodations."
"Now you're passionate again."
"The passion has always been there. I guess it needed a little dusting off."
"How about your other passion?"
"My other passion is always there," she says.
"Can I choose tonight?"
"If you must."
That's the way of getting her to open up. You can never be direct. Only indirect.
I open the glass panel and choose a blue sex toy she ordered months ago. It has curves and it's designed to slide inside a woman's vagina. I thought it was amusing the first time I saw it in her collection, though I've never seen her use it before.
She lays in bed, her eyes locked on me and the sex toy. I sit on the bed and hand her the toy. She takes it and lifts her bottom to expose her curly pubic hair. She spreads her legs. Already wet. Her eyes are fixated on the ceiling as the toy teases her labia before going inside. She gasps when it enters.
We have rules for this. No sexual contact. Only watching.
The Mayor
It's her third month as mayor and she's eased into the job in ways she hadn't expected. She's laughing and chatting with others in the park. Another community event, turnout is great, food is being grilled. She's wearing a navy blue sundress with white polka dots, pantyhose, and flats on her feet.
When the wind blows, her dress flows and her hair moves in the same direction. I've noticed a few guys checking her out, but nobody wants to ask the mayor out on a date, especially at a public event.
At around 3 pm the event comes to a close. People leave with smiles on their faces, often shaking hands with mom first. Women especially have been thankful to her after all she's done for them. She's the first female mayor in over a decade.
Exhausted, she sits under a tree shade on a picnic blanket alongside her close friend. They're talking, unwinding, and having apple cider. When the friend has to leave, mom takes a breather and leans back against the tree and takes a sip of her drink.
I go over and sit next to her under the tree shade. She's still enjoying the moment, and when a gentle breeze blows, her hair moves and so does the hem of her dress. She closes her eyes for a moment to enjoy the wind flowing up her long legs. I'm tempted to tease her, because isn't that what a good son does? Tease their mother.
"Did that breeze up your legs feel good?" I ask.
"It did feel good. More than you can imagine."
Her eyes scan the park like a tiger on the prowl. The remaining guests are talking amongst themselves from a short distance away. My mother lifts the hem of her skirt when we have enough privacy, opening it in my direction so I can look inside. The pantyhose goes all the way up her thighs. Her panties are sheer.
Beneath her see-through panties is a mysterious pink device that's nestled in between her labia. It's not your typical sex toy and it's something I've never seen before. Not exactly a dildo. It looks like something operated remotely, which is new to her repertoire of sex toys.
"Does it vibrate?" I ask.
She pulls her skirt down and smooths it over to make everything look normal. Her eyes check the surrounding area, we're safe, and she got the adrenaline rush she wanted.
"Yes, it vibrates."
"That's wild."
