章節 3035: PATH TO A NEW FAMILY
I stared at my ceiling as my cell phone alarm was going off. Trying to decide whether to get up or not, I grabbed my cell phone to cease the buzzing. No new messages, no missed calls, a far cry from not too long ago. A new path has been forged, one that dramatically changed my life forever. Whereas before I had a girlfriend, a life, a plan, now I have nothing but questions. My name is Matt, and this is my story, one I believe is different from most, yet based on the same wants and desires as most. The details of my life are complicated, and as the uniqueness arises, I will provide more detail.
First off the who, Matt. Eighteen years old, standing 6'6", short brown hair and brown eyes, 220 lbs and in decent shape. Trying hard to get to a 6 pack but sometimes your favorite foods are hard to give up. In general you have a man who plays sports in the free time, and that is what keeps him in shape.
Secondly, the family. There are four of us including me. There is my mother Rachel, my aunt Stacie, and my cousin Vikki. Some maybe asking why I have included my extended family in this description, and this maybe the first uniqueness. When I say there are four of us, I mean truly that. There are no other family members, whether it be by accident, fate, age, or who knows what, the cards that my family have been dealt are not your average.
As for my father, he is nonexistent, not because I don't want to know who he is, or that he doesn't want to know me, it's that my mother doesn't know who he is. The most unique one night stand story I have ever heard, and won't bore you with, has left me with not a single ounce of desire to find out who he is. Only to be followed closely by the second most unique one night stand story with my Aunt Stacie producing my cousin Vikki. My cousin also having the same lack of drive or desire in finding who her father is. No grandparents, no other cousins, just the four of us and me being the only male, feeling like the center.
So as I awoke, I pondered the old path. The one where I thought I had life all figured out. It wasn't too long ago that I had picked up that same phone only to see one to two text messages from my girlfriend telling me to get up. I know I am only eighteen but I really did think I had life figured out. I was going to marry her, and start a family. We were the same age, but due to the different ages we started school I had graduated while she had another year left. So I stayed local to be with her. Then it all changed. She like all the other girls I see nowadays had decided that she wanted to have her party 20's at college, and that I was going to prevent that. So it ended, just like that.
We jump to today, not because the period of being heartbroken is irrelevant to the story, but because this is the first day on that new path, the path that I could never have possibly imagined. As I walked out of my bedroom and headed for the kitchen. My mother was standing at the sink, having made herself breakfast, she was cleaning her dishes. She was wearing these blue lace pajama bottoms, with a lighter blue tank top. This caught my eye this morning, which was odd.
This was a scene I had seen a million times before, but there was something different about it today. Something I could never have imagined and it felt like I wasn't looking at my mother in the traditional sense. She was my mother, I was her son, but it was like this relationship had a new light being shined on it. And through these new glasses one word came to mind, opposite.
My ex girlfriend, who shall remain nameless, was the opposite of my mother. My ex was 5'2'', petite, had A cup breasts, blonde hair, and blue eyes. A very cute, and in general a very tiny girl, especially in comparison to me being 6'6". My mother was somewhat the opposite. My mother Rachel was 5'8", weighed 130 lbs, had long brown hair, and brown eyes. Her body was average to hour glass, having curves in all the right places some may say. She was by all accounts a mother, a flat but not firm stomach, 38 D breasts, and beautiful. Not hot, or cute, just this look of beauty from a mature woman. I say mature even though she was only 36 years old having had me when she was 18.
A look I had seen time and time again, but today had stopped me in my tracks in the kitchen. My eyes drawn to this woman in her pajamas, seeing the blue lace of the bottoms hug the curves of her hips, and wrap around the bubble of her butt. Seeing her shirt bunched at her waist, yet tighten towards the top being pulled out by her breasts. I stood there not making a peep, not because I didn't want her to see me, but because I was in awe of how I was looking at her. After a few moments I awoke from my trance.
"Good Morning," I said to her, walking up next to her to open the cupboard.
"Good morning," She said back, leaning up to kiss me on the cheek, something she rarely did. I grabbed the cereal, a bowl, the milk and sat down at the kitchen table. My mother turned back to the sink, and I once again resumed the view that had caught my attention when I entered the room.
I could tell by the way her clothes hugged her that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. No bra, no panties, just the lace bottoms and a tank top. The look of awe on my face didn't match the puzzlement in my mind. Why did I care that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Why of all days we I enthralled by all these little details about my mother.
I have never eaten cereal more slowly in my life until that day. Each bite seemed to take forever from bowl to my mouth. Watching my mother wash dishes, the way her muscles moved, the way her butt jiggled a little with each scrub. Seeing the lace shape around her ass, the fabric forming the crease between her ass cheeks, watching the lace loosen as my eyes went down her legs. It was like being mesmerized. With each passing moment, I cared less and less why I was so taken with her. With a spoonful in my mouth, she turned around, and just smiled at me.
"All done", she said, walking to the table to sit down across from me.
She seemed to be oblivious to my gazes. My eyes now fixed on her breasts as she walked toward me. It was like a scene out of a movie. The morning sun coming through the kitchen window hitting her just right, illuminating her hair, all while my eyes were staring bullets right at her nipples. They were hard and very easy to notice as her tank top hugged her chest tight. Her breasts slowly swaying and bouncing a bit too each side as she took a step. As she sat down, I finished the bite that must have been held in my mouth by the spoon for what felt like an eternity.
"So how are you doing Matt?" She asked while reaching her hand out to hold mine that was resting on the table.
"I'm doing find Mom" I responded, the priority in my head noticing how soft her hand was, and not really understanding the question.
"I can tell you're not heartbroken anymore, but you know there is someone out there for you. You will find a real woman who will love you for the great man that you are." She said this smiling and squeezing my hand.
"I know Mom, and it just is what it is. I know I am young, but I know what I want. I want to be married and I want to have a family. It seems so simple yet apparently I have to wait for it."
My Mom released her hand from mine, and said "Well don't wait too long. After you were born I became very very picky when it came to the men I dated. Never once seemed to live up to the level I wanted. So you were the only man that I needed."
Now I had known my mother rarely dated, but it wasn't until she said that that I was reminded of the truth of that statement. I can't recall a single guy my mother went on a second date with. When I was younger I could recall her going out, and coming back late. Never the same guy though. Then as time went on, those first dates became more and more infrequent. The routine was always the same. They would walk her to the door, try to give her a kiss, maybe she would let them kiss her cheek, and that was the end of the date. She would walk into the house, put her stuff down, and check on me. Then it hit me that my mom hasn't gone on a date since I was 14.
"So Mom, you are worried about me, but what about you? What do you want?" I said, pushing my cereal bowl to the side and leaning back in my chair.
She sighed, "Even though my life is totally complete with you Matt, I really do wish I would find a great man and get married and have another baby."
"Well," I said leaning forward towards her. "Here is to us finding true love and happiness." I held my hand up holding an imaginary glass. As Mom got up she made the same gesture and said, "Cheers to that!"
She pushed the chair in and uttered, "Time to get dressed," walking by me I instinctively turned my head to the left. My head just below eye level with her breasts, watching them again bounce slowly. Her blue lace pajama bottoms inches away, knowing that was the only fabric between me and her skin. My head continuing to turn going to straight to her ass as she walked towards her bedroom until the door shut. Never once had any of this happened. A thousand previous breakfasts and I had never checked out my mom. From the moment I walked into the kitchen to the moment she left, my eyes didn't leave the sight of her once.
Even the conversation was different. It was strange to me that it all felt like a first date. Both asking what we want out of things and giving the same answer. Checking her out as if it I was set up on a blind date and to my amazement it was with a beauty like my mom. As I picked my bowl up I realized something. I was aroused.
Now obviously being 18, morning wood was a natural state in my every day morning routine. However I was more than calmed down before I came into the kitchen. I sat there in my pajamas, which for me was just a white t-shirt and black basketball shorts. So many questions ran through my head. At what point did I get hard? Was it the first moment I saw her, the conversation, her sitting across from me, or walking away. For the life of me I couldn't narrow it down.
How could I not remember or not even notice. As I sit there, my cock is pushed down right next to my left leg, feeling all 8 inches of it. The clear feeling of it trying to stand at full attention, but only to have the fabric of my shorts keep it inline. Also, the feeling of just how hard it was. Now in most cases a guy gets hard and that is that. Every once and awhile, usually through teasing or wanting it very bad, I swear I will pump so much blood down there, every vein, and every part of my cock will be harder than a rock, literally. That was where I was, and up until my mom left the room I hadn't even noticed.
I put my bowl in the sink and started walking down the hall back to my room. With my room being at the end of the hall this would mean I would be passing my mother's room on the left. As I walked, being led my still hard cock pushing through my shorts; I noticed that my Mother's door was about 2 inches open. My first thought being that she had thought to have closed it only to have it open up a little. Never once entertaining the thought that she had left it open purposely, I mean why would she?
As if it was destiny, as if the grand designer of this house had put everything in its place, everything just where it needed to be. Through the 2 inch gap of her door, I was able to see a clear shot into the bathroom which was on the right side of her bedroom. In looking through the gap I saw the bathroom door open. My guess believing that she thought she had closed the bedroom door and she hardly ever had a need to close the bathroom door. My sightline was right into the bathroom mirror looking right at my mom. I stopped instantly in my tracks, not for fear, not for excitement, but again looking at her like I had never seen before.
As if on cue, as if she had been magically waiting for me, she looked herself over and her hands reached for the bottom of her tank top. Now I had never seen my Mother naked before. In an instant, all the vivid memories of her body came rushing in. She in tight dresses, her in a swimsuit, in her pajamas, shirts that hugged her body, all of it was filling my brain. Just as all those images were shot into my brain, it went blank. I was zoned in on the mirror, and what I was about to see.
She pulled the tank top off slowly, revealing her midsection. As I said before her body has curves. Her stomach that she was revealing was flat. As the shirt rose higher you could see her extend her hands outward in order to go around her breasts. I was in total awe. I had never pictured what her breasts looked like before, it wasn't until just this morning that I had begun to check out my mom, and in record time I was going to see it all. With the shirt now all the way off, she tossed it to the side. Her hands now at her side, almost posing for a few seconds and what a pose it was. Her nipples were hard, and her areolas small. Not taking up much space on her D sized breasts. They were natural, and in all great description looked like these two perfect pillows on her chest, naturally each leaning to each side. Curved perfectly I could definitely tell why her tank top hugged them back. Her nipples perfectly placed in the center. These were a far far cry from the A cups I had spent the last couple years with.
I couldn't speak or think. Like a reconnaissance team I was running my eyes over every inch of her upper body. Not just her breasts, but how her hair fell over each shoulder. How her arms placed at her side, right behind the edges of her breasts. How you could see the somewhat hourglass figure she had. Wider in her chest, going in a little, and starting to widen at her hips, and just like that her hands were on the waistband of her lace pajama bottoms.
As she started to push them down, she disappeared dropping below the counter, and I will fully admit my heart skipped a beat fearing I wouldn't see her pop back up. Instead I was in luck. As she stepped out of the pajama bottoms, she stepped closer to the bathroom door, giving me not only the front view from the mirror, but an actual side view. Her pussy was trimmed. I don't know if that shocked me or not. She hadn't had any male visitors or male attention to my knowledge, but that of course didn't mean she didn't want to keep things in order. It was a landing strip, and looked to be crafted by the gods; every little hair seemed to be in perfect place leading down between her legs. Glancing from the front to side, I received a good look at her left ass cheek. This bubble butt that I had been staring at earlier was now present to me, at least half of it.
I had seen my mom in a bikini before, but something about seeing her naked puts everything into context. Her hips looked wider, her butt looked bigger, seeing it cup back to her thighs, seeing her legs, everything just seemed to fit. Her body, her curves, seeing her breasts hang down, her ass free of all clothes, all of it, every inch of it was all symmetrical. She was beautiful. She wasn't by any means some thin model but that didn't matter. I was looking at the most beautiful thing I had ever seen with my own eyes.
With an instant she was gone, going farther in to the bathroom, away from where I could see her in the reflection. As is stood in the hall, my body felt like an engine. My heart beating a mile a minute, trying to pump as much blood as it could to the muscle between my legs. As I took that first step towards my room I heard that familiar sound of the water in the shower turning on.
Finally making it to my room I was like a dog chasing his tail. So much had changed in so little time, but nothing was truly different. I ran my hand through my hair scratching my head until I gazed into my bathroom. I walked slowly toward my bathroom, recognizing things which had always been true, but just didn't matter to me before today. As I got closer to my bathroom you could hear the water running through the pipes in the wall. As I said before my Mother's room is on the left side of the hall and mine is at the end. Our bathrooms share a wall. A fact I had always known, but up until that moment hadn't cared about.
With a desire that I felt I could walk through that wall I started walking towards my shower. I removed my shirt with ease, and with a little wider tug, was able to pull off my shorts. Only to leave my cock bouncing up and down before it finally settled down. Like a GPS devise pointing at its location, my cock was rod pointing right at my shower. Technically through the shower at the woman on the other side, the woman I now seemed to desire.
As I got in and turned on the water I knew she would know I was just on the other side of the wall. While we rarely showered at the same time, it's obvious when we both are showering. You hear the water, and of course that first change in pressure as the hot water now has to go to two destinations. As the water started to drip down my body, I looked at the wall, trying to imagine what it looks like flowing down my Mother's. I reached my right hand down and began to stroke my cock. I wasn't going fast, and I didn't need to. As hard as I was I knew it would only be a matter of minutes before I came.
As I closed my eyes I pictured all the details of her body I had just seen. I felt the water slide down my body, down my arm, to my hand where it encircles my cock. Sliding back and forth, I truly feel how hard I really was, how hard my Mom had unknowingly made me. As I continued to stroke there was only one thing on this earth that could have broke me from the trance I was in. I heard her voice. Through the noise of the water, the wall, and the additional noise of her shower, I could hear her voice. Was she singing? Was she moaning?
Then it all hit me. The idea of her moaning instantly put an image in my head. That image was of her naked in the shower, her hair wet, flowing down her shoulders and on her back. The water, soapy, was dripping down her chest, and like a river flowing down her stomach right over her trimmed pussy. Her left hand pushed up against the wall that was connected to my shower, and her right hand buried between her legs. That picture had her at orgasm, and with her familiar voice she was moaning "Oh Matt!!!"
I was a goner at that point. Instinctively I reached up to the shared wall with my left hand, and moaned, "Oh God Rachel I'm cummingggggg!!!" And oh did I ever cum. I lost count of how many times I shot a load in the shower, but it felt like more than I ever have. Even when I thought I was done, I felt this last push coming from my toes to fire one last shot into the shower.
As I leaned over to catch my breath, I was given a shock when she turned her shower off. Shocked not by the act, but by the fact it was followed so closely after I had yelled "Rachel I'm cumming." Had she heard me or was it just a coincidence. My nerves instantly changed into questions. Was she really just singing in the shower, talking to herself, or did I catch her in a moment of pleasure? Did she hear me yelling, in my moment of ecstasy? Had I yelled to the entire house that I was cumming?
Through all of that, the number one question that I pondered as the water continued to pour on my back, I had obviously been overcome with excitement by her and I would have to deal with that in the coming days. However, when the image of her cumming on the other side of the wall, I instantly thought she would say Matt, and I said Rachel. I had referred to her by her first name, not mom, or mother, but Rachel. A name I have never referred to her before.
I stayed in the shower for a few minutes more before I toweled off and got dressed. I stood by my door about to open it and potentially face my Mother Rachel for the first time since this defining act.I stood at my door and just paused. Remembering what I had just done. I was a few minutes removed from cumming while thinking of my Mother Rachel. I had never even thought about her in that way, yet this day has been on a road that was very different than any Saturday I had experienced before. I finally opened my door after a deep breath, contemplating that my Mother might be right outside. As I opened the door, the hallway was empty. In jeans and a t-shirt I began the journey down the hall, almost walking carefully to not make any noise. As I approached my Mother's door, I noticed it was still open just a little.
My curiosity got the best of me, and probably my desire too. In a matter of hours I had started to desire my Mother, love her in a different way, and for the first time in my life I saw her beautiful body nude. What on earth could be next? As I positioned myself in front of her door, the bedroom was empty. I felt a little sad, as disappointment came over my body. Just I was about to walk away, I heard a noise. My mother was still in the bathroom.
A grin came over my face as I was going to get to see a little more of her. I heard the footsteps, and it was like a short countdown until I finally saw her. In the time it took me to compose myself, and get dressed, my Mother had just done her hair. As she walked out of the bathroom she had a white towel wrapped around her body. It covered just above her nipples, knowing exactly where they were now, and just covering the bottom of her bubble butt. Her hair was dry and flowed down her shoulders. She looked so sexy, but that seemed to be the only way I saw her now.
With the flick of the wrist she undid the towel and tossed it on the bed. Again her naked body was in front of me. I held my breath. She walked over to her dresser and opened the top drawer. As she bent over I could see the crack of her ass spread as she went through her drawer, her ass teasing me as the pleasure parts remained hidden. As my heart started to pound faster, I seem to not care at all if she saw me. The door was still just a crack open, but what on earth would I say or do if she did see me. That thought left my brain as my Mother pulled out these white and pink pair of panties and matching bra. She put the bra on the top of her dresser as she took the panties in her hand.
Unlike the view I saw in the bathroom, I saw my entire Mother's entire backside this time. I could see the curves of her body back lit by the sunlight coming into her room. Once again I was mesmerized by her. She reached down and stepped into her panties one leg at a time. As she pulled them up you can tell she knew her body, tugging them over her bubble butt naturally. Her panties were these cheeky type lace panties, and that when pulled over ass, made it looks so desirable.
As her fingers left her panties, she reached for the bra off the dresser. I didn't have to check but I knew by the feel of my heart pounding, my breath picking up speed against the door, I knew I was excited again. Here I was standing outside my Mother's door, admiring her. It didn't feel like spying, it just felt like glancing through the looking glass, getting to see something for the first time even though it was there the entire time.
With the pink and white bra in her hand, she turned around and once again I was able to see my Mother's D sized breasts. Surprisingly she failed to notice the door was open, or notice her 6'6'' son was just outside it, with his eyes locked on to her. As she put the bra around her body, I watched it cup her breasts, filling up the bra. I started to slowly back away from the door. Not because she was no longer naked, but because I need to step away from all of this just for a second. Just as quietly as I approached her door, I slowly stepped back and resumed my path down the hallway before I had been so easily distracted.
I got to the kitchen and threw my hands on my head. I looked down only to sigh, as I could easily see my cock was rock hard once again. I seem to have no control of this crazy morning or these crazy feelings. I tried hard not to given to my urges and just whip out by dick and feel another orgasm like the one I had just experienced in the shower. Thankfully I was able to compose myself. As I looked up I saw the cabinet that was next to the kitchen table.
Filled with picture frames, full of memories and moments of my life, I saw over and over my Mother and me. It really was just the two of us, my graduation, and our vacations together, any important moment; it was captured with a picture with both of us smiling ear to ear. Seeing us together in these photos, are arms wrapped around each other it became so clear. It was just my mother and I, and no one else. She was the greatest woman I have ever known, and of course I would be drawn to her.
As my thoughts began to make sense, I heard a door behind me open, followed by footsteps. Mom came up behind me and stood next to me.
"Reliving good times Matt?" She asked.
"Just admiring our good times together Mom." I said somewhat coyly.
Mom came up and stood next to me, and it was almost an instinct that I put my right arm around her shoulders. Without hesitation, she put her left arm around my waist. I failed to even remember that I was still hard. That her left hand, as it gripped my side, was inches away from my hard cock; a cock that she had unknowingly made hard while I watched her dress.
She sighed a little and commented, "Nothing but good times with you." As she said that my eyes had wandered from the pictures to her body. She was dressed now wearing jeans, and a low cut tank top. I could see right down her chest, seeing the pink and white fabric of her bra, knowing exactly what it looked like having just seen what she looked like in just that. As I look down at her I saw her head go from the pictures down at my jeans. I wondered was she staring at my cock? I mean it was clearly obvious, but I held my breath.
"Looks like we are in sync today my dear," She said calmly.
"What do you mean Mom?" I said confusingly.
"Well breakfast together and I know you were stealing some of my hot water when you showered at the same time. Here we are in jeans and shirts. I wonder what we will do next today." She laughed as she walked away, giving me another peck on the cheek like she did earlier in the morning.
I had to pause as not to react to her last comment. I stood there not knowing what to do to. At this point I had given up trying to make any rational decision and just let the day guide me. I only had to wait minutes until the night was planned.
"Any plans tonight?" Mom said yelling from the kitchen.
"Nope, just going to stay in tonight. I think I will finally watch that Netflix movie that I've had for a week" I responded.
After a few seconds she popped her head out of the kitchen, "I think I will join you if you don't mind?"
"Not at all Mom" I said with a smile. Just like that the night was planned.
The rest of the day was a blur as I counted down the hours to a reasonable time to start the movie. Finally the evening came, and we both had no intention of doing much tonight, so we just ordered pizza for dinner. After that it was movie time.
As I walked towards the living room to put the movie in I could hear Mom running towards her bedroom yelling, "Don't start it yet, I want to change and I don't want to miss the previews."
I only smiled, placing the blu-ray in the player. I sat down on the couch and was getting it all ready when she came back in. Her pajamas tonight were these flannel print cotton set. With boxer bottoms, the drawstring tied around her waist. A button up top with two pockets placed right over each breast.
"Not going to change and get all comfy Matt?" She asked as she got comfortable on the couch.
"I am perfectly fine in my jeans and t-shirt" I replied.
I had to be good in my jeans, because I knew if I changed into my shorts, I wouldn't be able to hide my excitement for her. At least with the jeans, it would hold down my massive erection I had for my Mother.
As we began to watch the movie, Mom started to fidget, first having her legs up on the couch then, placing her feet on the ground. Only to bring them back up on the other side. In doing so she was a little bit closer to me. I couldn't tell you what movie was playing, what the plot was or why the bad guy was doing what he was doing. I was entirely fixated on my Mom.
I analyzed her pajamas once more, just like I had done with the set earlier in the day. The button up top gave me little peaks at her body. Even though I had seen it all, I still couldn't take my eyes off her. I didn't want to just relive the image of her naked; I wanted to enjoy her sitting next to me. That just in her presence she was teasing me, and I seem to be ok with it.
My eyes wandered down to her feet and started up her legs. They were shaved and looked so smooth. Mostly likely done this morning when she was cleaning up and I was working on a different part of my body. Getting to her inner thighs, her white skin disappeared under the fabric being wrapped by the cotton flannel boxers, tugging in between her legs. Knowing that her trimmed pussy was right there and most like nothing between it and I but the boxers.
Analyzing the top, I could see little parts of her stomach through the spacing of the buttons. Of course the buttons went all the way to the top, and failed to show me the cleavage I wanted to see. Instead I got the outline of her breasts pushed against the top, knowing that behind those little pockets were two hard nipples waiting to be played with.
At some point the movie ended, and I was brought back to reality by my Mother's voice. "Well that was a good one. That one actor, the villain, I always liked him."
I quickly mumbled a response, "Yeah that was good."
My Mom gave a glance as she could tell I was out of it, "Well I am going to go bed my dear." As she finished her sentence she leaned over for another kiss on the cheek.
By this time I was out of my trance and leaned towards her to receive the kiss, but not before I adjusted my sightline down her top. As she leaned down, I was able to see right down her top. It didn't revealing anything, but just able to see her chest move, and her breasts begin to hang down as she leaned towards me gave me a smile.
After the kiss I quickly responded, "Yes I am right behind you, just need to shut everything down. Goodnight Mom."
"Goodnight Matt" she quietly said as she walked away. Hearing her footsteps go off in the distance, only to be silenced by her bedroom door opening and closing.
The door shutting was like a starter's pistol for me. I quickly undid my belt, button and zipper on my jeans, and whipped out my cock. I was in autopilot at that point. The entire time wanting to feel every inch of Rachel's body, wanting to feel my mother's body. I worked my hand up and down my shaft; it felt even harder than it did in the shower. After a few thrusts of my hand I stopped. I only needed a little release after sitting next to her for 2 hours, and I also realized I didn't have much of a game plan for cumming in while in the living room.
I took a few deep breaths and composed myself as best I could. A minute or two later I pushed my hard cock back in my boxers and stood up to pull my jeans up. I just did the button as the belt and zipper were not needed since I was taking them off as soon as I got back to my room. I shut off the TV, stereo, lights and blu-ray player, and started the trek back to my room.
As I got to the door of Mom's room, I was instantly reminded that she had shut the door. I sighed and in some symbolic effort like I had done in the shower, I put my hand on her door. Just to give me some sort of gesture that this crazy day was about to end.
Once I brought my hand off her door, I heard it. The house was dead quiet, and I could hear the softest moan. At first I didn't know what it was until I heard it again. I knew where it was coming from, and there was no audience watching me, yet I acted like I didn't know what was going on and I should somehow investigate. That response was pointless, as I knew it was coming from the other side of my Mother's door. I turned my head sideways and put my ear on the door. After a few seconds of silence, I heard it again. This time a little louder, and with my ear against the door, much clearer.
I pulled my head away. My heart went from zero to sixty-nine in two seconds. What the hell was I going to do? As the moans very quietly got just the tiny bit louder, I knew every ounce of me wanted to see what was on the other side.
I reached my hand towards the doorknob, and to my surprise I was shaking. I made a fist and quickly pulled my hand away. I couldn't be shaking, or I would make a noise and my Mom would hear me. Why was I shaking though? I paused to reflect on everything that happened today.
After all the moments I had experienced with my Mom today, none of them required any effort or intervention by me. Admiring her, checking her out, masturbating while thinking of her, seeing her naked or whatever erotic loving moment I had, had all come by chance, luck or fate. If I woke up tomorrow and felt differently, she would have never known what I had seen or done.
Opening the door would change that. I had no intention of opening the door and fucking her, the thought actually never came into my mind. If I opened that door, I would be approaching that line one has to cross. I would be actually seeking to see my Mother Rachel pleasuring herself, because it's what I wanted, and not because she had left the door open. The door was closed, and if I wanted it, if I wanted her, I was the one who had to open it.
My thoughts were silenced by another one of her moans. At that moment I came to my decision that I was going to open the door. I stepped towards the door and reached my hand out once again. I was still shaking, but I made another fist to calm myself. After that I was locked in. My hand cupped the doorknob, and I slowly and gently began to turn it. Every muscle in my body went stiff, except for the one that was already stiff.
It felt like an eternity to turn the knob, but once I finally felt it resist I knew I was home free. The continued moaning was my assurance that my Mom hadn't heard me. I began to push the door slowly. Realizing as I pushed I couldn't just open it all the way. Even she in ecstasy might clearly notice that. Luckily for me, fate was on my side once again.
I stood in the darkened hallway, and began to see low lit light of my Mother's room. I could instantly tell that she only had the light on her nightstand on. With my wrist still turned, I made the slow reverse movement to undo the doorknob. Releasing my grip I had accomplished what I had set to do. I moved my hand back to the wood of the door and slowly began to push.
Once I got the door open to the two to three inches like it had been this morning I first saw her. On her dresser was a large mirror, and from my angle I was able to see her lying on the bed. In the mirror I couldn't see it all, but what I could see was way more than enough for me. She was on top of her bed, lying on her back on her white comforter. Her eyes were closed and I could tell that opening the door had not thrown a monkey wrench into anything she was doing.
Her hair was sprawled out on her pillows, and her white teeth were biting her lower lip. Her body was lit dimly but perfectly by the lamp on her nightstand. Her left hand was cupping her left breast. I could see her fingers playing with her nipple, only to back down and hold and squeeze the entire breast. Her right hand was pushed down between her legs. From my angle I couldn't see her pussy, because her left leg was propped up. Up until that point the lips of her pussy and her asshole were the only parts of her body I hadn't seen.
With one leg propped up, I instead saw her fingers and hand rise up and then disappear down between her legs. I could tell she was playing with her clit and teasing herself by occasionally sliding fingers inside her when her right arm extended all the way. In one day I had seen my Mother naked, and now I was watching her pleasure herself.
I was no longer nervous, and I knew what I wanted to do. With my pants still semi undone I reached my right hand down and pulled out my cock, making sure not to make any noise. I was still rock hard, and even if there was a small chance I wasn't, after seeing my Mother like this, I would be. I worked my hand slow, my hand trying to match the rhythm that her hand was moving.
It was like watching pure ecstasy. She would curl her toes, only to release them, and then push her feet against the bed. Her hand slowly picked up speed, and she began to rock her pelvis a little. On the moments when I looked down to watch my hand stroke my shaft, I still had the wonderful sound of her moaning. Hearing her voice in a way I had never heard before, hearing the pleasure, and excitement was a turn on all in itself. She began to get louder, and even my breathing was beginning to get heavier.
She turned her head towards the mirror, hair resting on her cheek, her eyes still closed. I could see the smallest little smile on her lips, as she released her teeth from biting her bottom lip. I could tell she was close, and so was I.
Just as I thought she was going to cum, I saw her bring her right hand up from her pussy and slide her fingers in her mouth. She was tasting herself, and I swear she sucked every drop of juice off her fingers. As her fingers exited her lips, she rolled her hips to the right and got on all fours. I couldn't have guessed this was her routine. I larger moan was let out as her right hand had reached back down between her legs and she picked up exactly where she left off.
It seemed by the movement of her arm, she had started to finger herself faster and harder. Obviously she had teased herself enough to cum, but instead wanted to cum hard. At that moment I too picked up the speed of my hand, as I wanted to cum with her, and share in her pleasure. Her moans were louder and fast paced. Still with her eyes closed she turned her head. Her smile was gone, and the look of her face was pure thrill.
My breathing was heavy enough for me to take notice and to back away from the door a little, I couldn't let her hear me, and I couldn't let her stop. Finally it happened and we both were cumming.
"Oh god fuck me, fuck me, fuck...." She yelled as her voice went inaudible. In getting on all fours it allowed her to bury her face in her pillow as she moaned through her orgasm.
"Fuck me Rachel, fuck me Mom, I fucking love you Mom!" I blurted out quietly as I took another step away from the door.
I closed my eyes picturing her, my load began to shoot. I pushed my cock down toward the floor, the first few shots hitting the door itself, the rest firing into the carpet.
My body froze, my hand still aiming my dick downward, the house was dead quiet. I regained a normal breath and slowly released my cock from my death grip. With a deep breath I took a step forward. Still looking in the mirror, I could see my Mother's body collapsed on the bed, her face still buried in the pillows. I could tell she came hard and put everything she had into it.
After a few seconds, she rolled on to her left side, giving me a glance at her breasts, now leaning down towards the bed. Her nipples rock hard, and she brought her right hand up against her chest. Her body curled up a little bit. Her eyes still closed, but a clear smile as she sighed with relaxation. She reached over to turn off the light and just like that she had disappeared in darkness.
At that moment, I calmly walked to my room. I shut the door quietly behind me as not to give her any indication that I wasn't in my room when all that had just taken place. I released the grip on my jeans and they hit the floor. My cock still semi erect pushed out the top of my boxers.Even though she had buried her face in her pillow to silence her moaning, the sound of her cumming rang through my mind like church bells. I leaned against my door, and knew that by opening her door I think I had opened the flood gates. And what I said next I had to say at loud in order to make it real.
I sighed, feeling so relaxed, having cum so hard, only to get up the nerve to utter, "I need my Mom, I want my Mom, I am going to seduce my Mother Rachel."
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