I heard her again tonight. The sounds were unmistakable. The low buzzing like an electric toothbrush. The uncontrollable moaning, muffled by the thin walls, but clearly the sounds of self pleasure. Her soft cries building to a crescendo.
I strained to hear her. My thoughts running wild as I imagined what my mother was doing to herself. The picture was clear in my mind. She was laying in her bed in a loose night shirt, legs spread open with her panties pulled to the side. Her heavy breasts heaving with her panting and her hand feverishly working the vibrator over her clit.
My erection was begging for attention. I pulled myself free and began to stroke slowly to her sounds filling the night air. I was slow and methodical, trying to draw my pleasure out as long as I could. Her moans quickened and became louder. My dick leaked in anticipation.
But before I could fully get into my jerk session, it was all over. Silence. She must have came without me. I sat in the dark silently willing her to commence another round. Unfortunately there was no encore and my dick began to soften in my grip. An all too familiar ache in my balls developed. Another unsatisfying evening that I accepted with remorse and self pity. I rolled over and went to sleep.
I awoke in the middle of the night. My dick an angry soldier saluting me eagerly. I decided porn wasn’t going to be sufficient to accommodate my needs tonight.
I silently made my way to my mothers room. I opened her door as quietly as I could. Every sound I made seemed amplified in the dead of the night. I stood at her door making sure she wasn’t awake. I could see her clearly in the ambient light. My imagined vision of her was a bit off. She wasn’t dressed at all. My mom laid there completely bare. She was on her back torso twisted to the left. Her massive tits hanging to the side, legs pressed together stretched out.
I took that as a good omen and proceeded with my clandestine affair. Creeping into her room, I made an indirect path to her bed as to avoid creaking floorboards. I’ve done something like this before with her but hadn’t gotten very far. I balked in my previous attempt and chicken out at the last moments. Not tonight.
My mother was a heavy drinker and a pill popper. I knew she would be pretty sedated but still had to be careful. I edged toward her and admired her ample figure. She had an amazing rack with beautiful pink nipples and half dollar areolas. I reached down and slowly traced my fingers over an areola. As my finger ran over her eraser tip, I slightly pinched her flesh, testing the waters. She stirred slightly shifting a bit on her back. Her veiny engorged breast fell heavy to her sides in response to her movement.
I pulled away scared and waited briefly to make sure it was safe to continue. Once I was reassured she wouldn’t wake I reached down between her legs an slowly spread them open. Her pussy was bald except for a landing strip leading to her pleasure zone. Those fat lips glistened from her previous endeavors earlier this evening. I glided my fingers along the length of her slit moistening them with her juices.
A soft moan escaped her from my touch. I began to stroke my cock while slowly stimulating her wet cunt. I couldn’t believe how silky smooth her pussy felt. It needed to be filled. I cautiously positioned myself between her legs. The bed betrayed me, creaking loudly. I paused to ensure she wouldn’t awaken.
Not seeing her stir from my new position I began to slowly rub my cock against her flesh curtains. She felt incredible. Unable to resist any longer I slowly pressed into her, barely pushing my head against her opening. Her legs were open enough for me to see her tight asshole. That puckered ring of flesh was also very inviting, but I didn’t dare risk it. I kept the course inching my dick inside her.
The head of my cock slipped inside my mothers cunt quite effortlessly. The feeling of her warm, wet pussy was overwhelming. I nearly came right then. I stopped to control my reactions. She was softly snoring, but let out a soft sigh as I penetrated her. This was so wrong. The guilt and reality of what I was doing weighed down on me.
But simultaneously the feeling of pure ecstacy was a force all its own overshadowing all else. I couldn’t help but proceed. I slowly pushed further into her, watching my dick bury itself into her. I couldn’t hold on any longer. The built up tension reached a tipping point. I was going to cum, but I couldn’t cum inside her! She’d definitely notice that in the morning. I quickly pulled out but not quick enough and my load began evacuating my swollen rod. I spurted my warm jizz onto her naked stomach, dick pulsing with each effort.
I was petrified and held my position. I assessed the mess I made over her lifeless body. The slow rise of her chest from her soft snoring the only movement in that bed. I pulled off my shirt quietly and gently began to press against her belly to clean up. She shifted under my hand and began to turn her body. I panicked and shot off her bed. I bolted to my room in terror and jumped into bed.
I bit later I heard some commotion from her room and the toilet flush. I didn’t sleep at all that night. I stayed awake running through all the terrible outcomes of what my actions may have caused. The shame and guilt weighed heavy on me. Though through all the conflicting emotions, it was ultimately worth it to feel that tight cunt on my dick. I’ll deal with the consequences tomorrow.
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