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Masturbating Mom 
by Eros (1989)

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Mom gets caught masturbating by her 16 year old son. 
(F/M-teen, inc)

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I was totally horny. I couldn't stand it any longer. My 
husband, Jim was away on business again and I couldn't 
wait another minute, much less another two days. My 
son, Paul was out on a date, so I was all alone in the 
house... alone and frustrated! My pussy wanted 
attention in the worst way. Since Jim wasn't around to 
help the situation, I was just going to have to take 
matters into my own hands... so to speak. 

I wasn't new to masturbation. Quite the contrary. I 
loved doing it. It was fun. Some of my girl friends 
said that they would never do such a thing to 
themselves. It was too "dykey". That's a lot of crap. I 
like it. It feels good. But I don't have any desire to 
mess around with other women. It's just a personal 
experience that I enjoy whenever Jim can't fulfill my 
needs. (Actually, I think some of my friends really do 
it, but they're too chicken to admit it.) 

So, there I was... horny as a girl could be, and the 
house completely to myself. I was all alone. I was 
really going to enjoy this. I put some light music on 
the stereo in the bedroom, turned down the lights, and 
pulled the corner of the sheets down on my side (the 
left) of the bed. 

Then I went and took a shower. 

While drying off in the dressing area, I glanced at my 
reflection in the mirror. "Not bad for 35," I thought. 
I was in pretty good shape. I looked like I was in my 
twenties, rather than a tired old mom of 35. Up to now, 
I had little trouble keeping my 5'-6" frame at a steady 
110 pounds. I was especially thankful for the 
appearance of my breasts. Not huge by some standards 
(36D), but Jim insisted that their shape and size is 
perfect for me. I believe him. 

I'm not really preoccupied with my body. I just take 
inventory from time to time. 

Now it was time for some periodic maintenance. I took 
my razor from the drawer and made my way into the 
bathroom. With one leg up on the edge of the toilet, I 
began to shave the three-day stubble from my hairless 
cunt. Yes, hairless! It had been my husband's idea. Jim 
loves to eat my pussy more if it's completely shaven. 
He told me once that it was because it made me look 
even younger. I think he's got a fantasy about fucking 
little girls, maybe he even does... but I don't care as 
long as he brings that big, thick cock of his home to 
me when he's finished. 

With a splash of my favorite after-bath, I was 
finished. 

I made my way back to the bed and hopped in. I put the 
covers over me, put my arms behind my head and relaxed. 
(Gee, I just love how the cool, satin sheets feel 
against my naked body, especially my hairless pussy.) 

This was always the hardest part. What do I start to 
think about? How do I get in the mood. I wondered what 
my husband was doing right now... fucking some 
squealing little motel maid senseless, no doubt. Oh, I 
knew what he got up to on these business trips. How? He 
told me!... Yep, Jim told me everything. I didn't mind, 
in fact, it actually enhanced our sex life. When Jim 
came home and told me of his sexual indiscretions -- in 
detail -- we normally fucked for hours! So noisily at 
times, I was certain our son, Paul, could hear us. 

I suddenly wondered if my 16-year-old son Paul 
masturbated while Jim and I fucked. A vivid image of my 
son's strong young body lying back on his bed, cock in 
hand, fisting himslef while he listened to Jim fucking 
the living daylights out of me, flashed into my horny 
mind. My pussy began to itch with moist arousal. Jesus! 
What was I doing! I was getting sexually aroused by 
thinking about my own son! I tried to stop thinking 
about it, but the image remained. Have you ever tried 
NOT to think about something? The more you try, the 
more you can't stop! 

In desperation, I looked frantically around the room 
for something to distract my lustful incestuous 
thoughts. I looked to my left and could see myself in 
the mirrored closet door. I flashed back to when I saw 
myself in the dressing area mirror and how glad I was 
about how I looked. I began to wonder what Jim and I 
looked like when we made love. 

I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I watched the 
covers rise and roll as I moved my right hand over to 
my left breast. I cupped it gently. I ran my fingers 
lightly around the underside and would occasionally 
push it up in a reassuring grasp. "What does this look 
like?" I wondered. I bet Paul would love to see that. 
STOP IT! I thought, you're his mother for crissakes! I 
rolled onto my left side and continued to look at 
myself in the mirror. I pulled the covers down until my 
navel was visible. I looked at how my full breasts 
formed a deep line in the middle of my chest. 

My caressing, however gentle, had caused my nipple to 
shrink and become erect. I liked it. All thoughts of my 
son had vanished, or rather, been temporarily 
suppressed. I was feeling good! 

I widened my touch to cover my entire left breast. A 
great tingle shot through my body the first time my 
nipple was rubbed by the palm of my hand. I began to 
lightly squeeze my breast, leaving my nipple exposed in 
the space between my thumb and forefinger. 

I was beginning to feel the benefits of my caresses in 
an area other than my breasts. I could feel a dampness 
beginning to form deep within my groin. 

Soon my left nipple was getting a bit too sensitive to 
my touch. I brought my hand to my mouth and briefly 
sucked on the index and middle fingers. I returned my 
hand to my breast and deposited as much saliva as I 
could directly on my nipple. This certainly helped. I 
repeated the process with ever increasing frequency. I 
expanded my attentions to include both breasts. 

After a while, I found that my saliva wasn't helping 
with the increasing speed and firmness with which I was 
caressing myself. I needed a thicker, and more 
slippery, lubricant. I definitely knew where to find 
one. 

Still on my side, I continued to watch in the mirror 
and uncovered the rest of my body. 

I started to raise my right leg. 

I had a perfect view of my pussy. As I my leg rose, I 
could tell that my wetness had caused the lips of my 
pussy to stick together. As it went higher and higher, 
my lips began to open on their own. It was a very 
erotic sight. 

I used my index and ring fingers to spread my cunt 
lips. I could see my fully exposed clitoris and the 
opening to my vagina clearly in the mirror. I slowly 
pushed my middle finger into my cunt. I let out a short 
gasp. (There is something very unique about the first 
stroke into a woman's vagina.) I moved it around and 
felt every bump of my precious insides. I began to move 
my finger in and out; knowing that this would cause my 
body to immediately produce more of the lubricant that 
I sought. 

Indeed it did. Soon my hand was coated with the clear 
fluid. I removed my hand and moved it towards my 
breast. I was excited with feeling of the warm slippery 
juices clinging to my fingers. 

Eagerly, I began to spread the slick lubricant over my 
nipples. My body reacted instantly. My pussy rushed to 
make more and my nipples sent shivers the length of my 
body every time my fingers touched them. Again and 
again my hand returned to between my legs for the 
sensuous nectar. Faster and faster I rubbed it all over 
my breasts. My breathing became faster and heavier. As 
it evaporated, I could feel my chest becoming more and 
more sticky. Every time I moved and my breasts would 
part, I could see my juices clinging to try and 
maintain contact with both of them. I could now smell 
the musk that I was so happily spreading on my body. 

The mirror was unimportant now. I shut my eyes and laid 
flat on my back. Both hands were free to bring the 
wetness from my cunt and place it anywhere I wanted. 

I used my right hand to caress my breasts and allowed 
my left to remain between my legs. I inserted my middle 
and ring fingers into my vagina and rubbed my clitoris 
with the upper part of my palm. I was in ecstasy! 

I began to use my right hand to feel what my left was 
doing to me. As if detached from my body, I wanted it 
to feel my middle finger move in and out of my vagina. 
I wanted it to feel how, with each outward stroke, a 
small amount of my inner flesh would follow my finger 
out. Faster and faster I moved my fingers inside my 
body. 

I brought my wet right hand up to my nose and took in a 
deep breath of the sweet magic aroma. I opened my eyes 
only to briefly look at my slick glistening fingers 
before they disappeared into my mouth. I licked and 
sucked feverishly at every digit. It was like I had a 
great thirst that would never be satisfied. Again and 
again I wet my hand with my cunt juices and coated my 
lips and tongue with the special taste. My left hand 
continued the in and out thrusting of my fingers and 
the up and down caressing of my clit. My eyes remained 
riveted shut. I was a million miles away. My orgasm was 
fast approaching. 

"Mom?" is what I heard and it seemed to echo from a 
great distance. 

But it was close. Paul had come home early from his 
date and was standing right next to the bed. My body 
tensed and instantly froze. My mouth was open and my 
tongue was between my fingers. My legs were spread 
eagled on the bed and my exposed pussy was in plan 
view. Two fingers of my left hand was still buried deep 
inside my vagina. 

After a tenth of a second, that seemed like an 
eternity, I relaxed again. My passion, momentarily 
gone, had now returned with full force. When my eyes 
focused for the first time, I could see that Paul had 
been there for some time, stroking his cock. He was 
completely naked. His magnificent young prick was fully 
erect and standing straight out from his body. The tip 
of his penis had already begun to ooze its own clear 
wetness. 

There we were... mother and son... both naked. Me, 
totally exposed along one side of the bed, involved in 
what was up to now, a completely private experience. 
There was Paul, leaning against the bed, a huge, 
throbbing erection in his young fist, obviously 
excited. Then he spoke again, very softly. "Don't stop, 
Mom. Please don't stop." 

His voice was calm, reassuring, supportive, and gentle. 
Instantly, my guilt and embarrassment faded, to be 
replaced by love and rekindled lust for my handsome 
young son. I sensed he wanted me badly. The way he was 
looking at me made my pussy tingle with need. I should 
have put an end to this madness right then and there, 
but I couldn't help myself. 

I resumed the thrusting of my fingers in my pussy, 
watching the look on my son's face. His eyes were wide 
and gleaming and he was breathing heavily, his gaze 
fixed on my juicy, hairless cunt-slit. I finished 
licking the wetness from my fingers and closed my eyes 
again. 

"Oh baby, I shouldn't be doing this in front of you..." 
I heard myself say. "but... I'm just so horny!" 

"Me too Mom. Me too," was his reply. "You look so sexy 
rubbing you pussy that way. Does it feel good?" 

"Oh yes... yes it does," I said. 

I felt a warm drop on my stomach. I opened my eyes and 
again looked at Paul. He was using his fist to rub his 
throbbing erection. That, coupled with the sight of 
what I was doing, was really turning him on. He was so 
close to the bed, the lubricant from the tip of his 
penis was beginning to drip onto my body. My pussy gave 
a twitch at the thought of my own son's spermy fluid 
dripping onto my feverish body. I suddenly had the urge 
to touch his cock. 

"Oh honey, you're so hard!" I gasped, "Here, let me 
help you with that." 

I moved my left hand from my pussy. It was completely 
coated with a slick film of moisture. Threads of the 
sticky juices stretched from finger to finger as my 
hand made its way to my son's crotch. With a confident 
motion, my hand wrapped around his stiff cock. Quickly, 
I lubricated the shaft with my wetness. With a firm 
grip, I began to stroke him. I had never felt so 
excited in my life! 

I reveled in the feeling of every bump and vein as they 
moved underneath the outer skin of his penis. God, only 
16, but his cock was as big as his fathers! I marveled 
at how the circumcised head would partially disappear 
into the skin collected at the apex of my stroke. I was 
delighted every time my actions would cause another 
drop of his wetness to make its way to my stomach via a 
long liquid thread. 

He watched intently and gasped, "Oh yes! Oh yes, that 
feels so good, Mom!" 

I brought my right hand to the small pool of my son's 
juices that had formed on my stomach. I played with it 
and rubbed it 'round and 'round. I coated my fingers 
with it and then placed them where they would do the 
most good... in my hot, sticky cunt. Once again, I 
concentrated on my own pleasures by plunging my fingers 
back into my overheated fuck-hole. Again and again I 
collected Paul's seminal fluid's to lubricate my 
thrusting fingers; all the while continuing to fuck my 
son's cock with my left hand. 

I first sensed it when my hand was near his balls. He 
was going to come. He didn't have to tell me, but he 
did anyway. I ever so slightly pushed his prick towards 
the lower portion of my body. 

His cock swelled against my grip. Paul's head fell back 
and his back arched sexily, his hips jerking in a 
fucking motion into my fist as he groaned in orgasm. 

A long creamy white stream of cum burst from the end of 
his prick. Most of it landed across my perfectly 
hairless cunt, as I had hoped. A slender strand of cum 
ran along my lower abdomen and up to the side of my 
body. It stopped precisely under my son's cock. 

A second spasm from Paul's body deposited an equal 
volume of rich, incestuous sperm almost in the same 
place. 

I kept stroking him as again and again his slender 
young body convulsed. Then his ejaculations diminished. 
Each new spasm produced less and less cum that was now 
landing on my arm, closer and closer to its point of 
origin. 

For a woman, at least this woman, the moment of a man's 
orgasm is very precious indeed. He is completely 
vulnerable. He cannot stop or alter the inevitable 
results. He has no control over his body. All of my 
actions culminated in this moment. I had caused this to 
happen. I was in control. 

The proof of my success, similar to a rainbow after a 
storm, is the wondrous sight of a man's cum spurting 
from his penis. Some women don't like it. Some are 
turned off by the taste, smell, and texture. Some don't 
like to see it or feel their lovers come in their 
mouths. They feel controlled. 

Not me. I am in control. I can decide when he is to 
have an orgasm. When a man's penis is in my hands, or 
in my mouth, I can determine the exact moment when I 
will have his cum. It is on my terms. I almost feel 
that a man's cum is actually mine. In this case, the 
'man' was actually a boy... my own son, but it didn't 
seem to matter any more. All that mattered was that he 
was male and I was female, with the right equipment to 
give each other pleasure and right now that was exactly 
what both of us needed badly. 

The sight of what Paul had done was overwhelming. Huge 
drops of the white translucent cream slowly dripped 
down my arm. I was beginning to feel his warm cum drip 
from my pubic bone and down to my pussy. I released my 
grip on my son's cock and used both hands to open 
myself as wide as I could. We both watched as the 
thick, pearly flow oozed down over my belly and 
trickled slowly between the hairless lips of my cunt. 
Just as it reached my swollen clitoris, it instantly 
mixed with the wetness already there and quickly raced 
towards my open cunt, and began to seep inside. 

Now it was my turn. I began to rub my pussy with 
rapidly intensifying movements. I rubbed the sticky 
combination of my own juices and Paul's cum all over my 
clit. Faster and faster I went. My breasts jiggled with 
every motion. I plunged as many fingers as I could deep 
into my cunt and fucked them in and out. The depravity 
of what I was doing only seemed to make me even hotter. 
I was rubbing my own son's cum up inside my gaping 
cunt... masturbating myself with his sperm while he 
watched. God, what a turn on! 

Again and again I fucked myself. 

I was so close now. With cum still sliding down my arm, 
I used my other hand to wildly pump my son's still 
oozing cock. 

Faster and faster. Harder and harder. Closer and closer 
I came. 

"Your hand! Give Mommy your hand, baby!", I managed to 
gasp. My eyes opened wide and my back arched. I grabbed 
his left hand and quickly thrust three of his fingers 
into my cunt that was on the verge of eruption. I held 
my pussy open and I rubbed my clit as fast as I could. 

"Oh Fuck me Pauly! Fuck me! Fuck Mommy with your 
fingers, baby!" I yelled. 

As my son slid his stiffened fingers in and out of my 
cunt, I bucked my hips up off the bed frantically, 
secretly wishing it was his big, thick teenage cock he 
was fucking me with. 

And then I came. 

My stomach muscles contracted over and over again. 
Spasm after spasm. Each time, my lungs expanded and 
quickly collapsed, causing me to emit huge gasps. My 
head and chest lunged upward over and over again. 

I could feel my pussy contract over and over again. 
Each time, I could feel my muscles clench tightly 
around my son's still thrusting fingers. Each time, I 
felt my body just gush more and more of my cum onto his 
hand. I heard that wet sucking sound made every time 
his fingers momentarily left my cunt. 

And then it was over. 

I fell back onto the bed and, for an instant, couldn't 
move. My eyes were shut tight. My hands rested over 
Paul's to keep his fingers in me. Ever so slightly he 
would move just the tip of a finger and my whole body 
would instantly jerk once more. 

We remained essentially motionless. I could still feel 
my muscles randomly spasm on his fingers. I looked up 
at him with loving eyes. My own son had given me the 
most wonderfully exciting orgasm of my whole life. But 
his cock was still as hard as a railroad spike... and 
twice as long! I suddenly had a wanton urge to have 
that gorgeous young prick slamming deep up inside my 
tingling twat. 

I raised my hands up to my son and motioned him over 
me. He removed his hand from my cunt, placed himself 
over me and knelt between my legs. I reached out with 
both hands and lightly grabbed his still erect cock. I 
drew it towards my pussy. I let go with one hand and 
began to collect some cum from my cunt. He gasped as I 
used my hand to rub my juices all over the shaft of his 
long, thick shaft. 

After it was well lubricated, I drew him closer while I 
held my pussy open. A drop of his cum still hung from 
his gorgeous young prick by a slender string. I placed 
it right on my exposed clit and then began to rub his 
cock all over my pussy. Then, with a short rapid up and 
down motion, I used his cock to again separate my cunt 
lips. I placed the tip just inside my vagina. I looked 
him straight in the eye and said, "Fuck me, son!", and 
slid his cock home. 

His young cock completely filled my cunt, and for a 
moment, we laid there motionless. Paul rested his 
hairless chest on my tits and supported his weight with 
his elbows. He kissed me softly on the lips. Lovingly, 
like he'd always done... then suddenly his mouth opened 
and his tongue slithered between my lips, right into my 
mouth, and he kissed me like no son was ever meant to 
kiss his mother. 

I moaned and kissed him back, sending my own tongue 
deep into his mouth. He tasted fresh and clean and 
young... and my pussy creamed at the thought of 
actually fucking him. Jim would freak out if he could 
see me now, I thought, this time I'd have the erotic 
story to tell when he got home. 

I looked over to his left hand and could see just how 
strong my orgasm had been. His hand literally dripped. 
I could smell the special mixture of his cum and my 
own. It was almost clear and looked like an egg white 
as it coated his fingers. 

I moved my head over to it and licked some onto my 
tongue. It was delightful. I could easily distinguish 
our unique tastes. Quickly, I rubbed my tongue over my 
son's lips in hopes that he would share this very 
special moment. 

He did... and with a low growl, Paul began to fuck me. 
We writhed and moaned like animals for what seemed like 
hours, Paul slamming his cock deep up into my juice-
filled cunt, and me hunching my hips up off the bed to 
receive him. I came three times before my son finally 
shuddered and emptied his young balls into my hot, 
clasping pussy. 

We fucked like that all weekend long, enjoying each 
other whenever the urge arose, which was most of the 
time! I'd forgotten how quickly and easily a horny 
young 16-year-old boy can recover! 

But the time, Jim returned home, I was walking sperm 
bank. Except that all the sperm sloshing around in my 
ass, cunt and belly belonged to my virile young son. 
Now, I can't wait until Jim goes away on another of his 
extended business trips. Neither can Paul! 

The End 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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