[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/um9k2m/my_only_fan_part_1)
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ux7sb9/my_only_fan_part_2)
It was a few agonizing hours after I’d made my own mother promise to video herself masturbating in my room before she came home. Remembering that I’d made her promise “Miles” she’d use my vibrator, I took it – a dildo shaped vibrator like a long red lipstick tube – from its usual hiding place inside an old shoebox buried in the back of my closet and instead put it in the bottom of my underwear drawer — literally the first place anyone would look.
I felt my heart racing as I did it and more than once heard my blood pounding in my ears as I realized I was inadvertently holding my own breath.
The hours ticked by slowly until, as per usual, I saw mom’s car pulling back in the driveway. I sat myself back down on the couch in the TV room, poured myself a glass of wine and did my best to look deeply engrossed in the episode of Law & Order SVU I’d just started.
The door opened and shut and I looked up as I saw my mother walk in wearing the same sexy pencil skirt, heels, and blouse she’d left the house in that morning. I could tell she was agitated and watched out of the corner of my eye as she poured herself a dangerously full glass of wine and it wasn’t until I saw her throat bobbing as she swallowed several unladylike gulps that I chimed in without looking.
“Hi mom, how was work?” I asked as innocently as I could muster.
“oh, fine Stacy. It was fine. Any plans tonight? You going out?” she asked, and I could tell her innocence was far more forced. Notes of panic and anxiety tinged her voice.
“Not tonight. I was thinking I’d probably turn in early actually.” That last bit was a last minute spark of wicked creativity that worried me with how much pleasure I took in all this.
“Oh!” Mom said inadvertently, “well, watch your show hon, I’ll be down in a bit.” I watched out of the corner of my eye as she downed the rest of her wine.
She walked off and I heard her heels click-clacking up the wooden stairs. My heart was pounding again as I waited two minutes, five minutes, ten minutes before getting up and silently padding across the house.
I reached the base of the stairs and listened…nothing.
I took two tentative steps up the stairs and strained my ears. A shock of adrenaline coursed through me as I heard a faint constant bzzzzzing coming from my room.
OH MY GOD SHE’S DOING IT. I thought.
I stood, stock still, paralyzed on the stairs, unable to move up or down. After what seemed like an eternity I took silently another step up the stairs. Whether it was my step or the vibrator working it’s magic on my moms clit, alongside the bzzzzzing I caught the faintist sound of moaning.
I blamed the anticipation and the wine and the secretive nature of it all, but I instantly felt a rush of warmth towards my pelvis and became instantly aware of my own pussy. I knew without feeling that I was moistening beneath my black lace crotchless g-string (somehow I’d been okay with my mom literally using my vibrator, but slutty underwear would have been too much so I just had put them on).
It was just curiosity I told myself as I, still standing stock still, slipped a hand across my chest to feel how hard my nipples were. Feeling a slight stiffness to them I (again for curiosity) slowly dropped my hand to the waistband of my running shorts and, forcing my fingers under the elastic, ran them straight to the exposed portion of my underwear and then along the lips of my pussy, shivering as my fingernail grazed my clit.
Drawing my hand out, my eyes widened as I saw just how wet I was, “why am I so turned on,” I wondered.
I was shocked from my thoughts by a louder moan from my room and I hurriedly tip toed back to the TV.
A few minutes later, I heard my mom call down the stairs, “Stacy, it was a long day, I’m gonna get a shower and turn in to read for awhile before bed. Good night!”
“Night mom!” I shouted back. I resisted the urge to run to my room and somehow turned my show back on. A couple episodes, and several glasses of wine rolled by and no notifications on my phone. Was mom calling “Miles'” bluff?
I went to my room around 10PM determined to stay up till midnight. I found my vibrator in my dresser where I’d placed it. I turned to get my pajamas –BZZZ.
My phone buzzed. My heart stopped as I picked it up and saw the dating app notification. I locked my door, put in my headphones and got into bed without changing.
The app simply read “here” with a video attached for download. I clicked the down arrow and watched as the circular progress indicator slowly filled, 30%, 75%, 90%,…100%.
I clicked the link and saw my room from a few hours ago. The vantage point was from my dresser pointing at my bed. My mom wasn’t on camera, but I heard the door slowly lock and then she was on screen with my vibrator in her hand, her long thin fingers, and French manicured nails wrapped around it.
I watched as she pulled her blouse off, and then unzipped and slid out of her pencil skirt. She turned and my heart stopped as she looked right into my eyes as she glared at the camera lens. She flipped the camera off – which made me smile – before before putting her arms behind her and removing her bra, her perky Bs gently falling out.
She laid down on the bed, and drew her legs up to her tummy as she slid her panties off. My heart was again beating with anticipation. I jumped up across the room holding my phone and fished the vibrator out of my drawer. Jumping back into bed I ripped my shorts off just as my mother turned the vibrator on and began using it on herself.
I copied her moves, laying where she’d been just hours before and similarly rubbing my own clit with the vibrator that had just been on hers.
The sheer dating taboo of it all was driving me insane. I rubbed the vibrator up and down more vigorously, it’s shape spreading the lips of my vulva and pressing them against the black lace of my crotchless panties.
On screen my mother had spread her legs wider and had begin massaging her nipples with one hand. FUCK, I thought, this is hot. I was only dimly aware that this was my own mom against my appreciation that she was a legitimate hottie on camera.
A wave of pleasure hit me as I watched as my mother, without warning, tried to slide the whole vibrator inside her. I saw the resistance she’d had and my eyes widened as I saw her pull my vibrator up to her mouth and press it whole between her glossed lips, drawing it back out with as much saliva as possible. She moved it back to her gleaming pussy and easily slid it inside her.
I did the same with mine, and we both started to alternate fucking ourselves and rubbing our clits. She started moaning and I did my best to keep quiet. I felt a wave of pressing tightness in my lower belly as my orgasm rushed up in a wave.
I felt myself cum, waves of hot pleasure in my clit, as my mother did the same bucking on the vibrator I was using now.
Slowly, I felt the pleasure fade into the background as one of the most powerful orgasms of my life receded.
I turned off my phone screen, and my vibrator, my chest heaving in the dark of my room.
“Fucking hell.” I thought. “what the fuck did I just do…”
A darker thought followed it, “what do I want to do next…”
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