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Of course I was excited to go home, but I was also unimaginably anxious — It had been almost a year since I last saw my mom, and she had only gotten hotter since then.

It certainly didn’t help that I would be staying with my mom alone over the summer. It used to be me (Adam), my mother Mary, and my sister Elizabeth all sharing the house together, but Elizabeth was spending the summer abroad in France this year. Any time my thoughts would wander in the direction of lewdness concerning my mom, Elizabeth was always there as a sort of buffer, for which I was always thankful. But now, that buffer wouldn’t exist. For the duration of the summer it would just be me, a big house, and my sexy mom.

These are the thoughts I’d been having my entire car ride home. My trip from the state school I attended to my small hometown is only around five hours, but I’d managed to stretch it to around nine with the handful of pit stops I had made. Of course, I really didn’t need to stop for coffee three times, but I was just so nervous to finally be home. What would she think of me? Would things be different now? Would I be able to contain myself around her? Would she be wearing that skimpy nightgown she used to wear every now and then?

I knew I was only torturing myself with these pit stops, not to mention most likely worrying my mom half to death. She was expecting me home around 7:00 pm, but it was almost 11:00 pm now, and I was still about 15 minutes out. Honestly, she might even be mad at me for showing up so late and not calling. I’d hate to start the summer out on such a bad note.

Psyching myself out, I pulled into a gas station parking lot, parked, and grabbed my phone to call Mom. I felt my heart beating in my chest as it rang and rang, scared that she was already upset with me and wouldn’t answer. But my fears were soon abated when my mom answered with her usually cheery “Hey, Adam, what’s up?”

Man, she’s so cool. “Hey Mom, sorry for not calling earlier…”

“No worries, honey! Everything alright?”

“Yeah, everything’s great. I just wanted to let you know that, well, it turned out I had more packing to do than I thought. So, I’m staying at school tonight to finish up, and I’ll head on home in the morning.”

“Aw, and I had already laid out the red carpet for you and everything!” she said, in mocking disappointment. “I’m just kidding, that’s totally okay, love. I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow! Can’t wait!”

“Awesome, thanks Mom! Love you, bye!”

“Love you too, sweetums!”

I heard the click as she ended the call. Sweetums, really? I’m 19 now, she can’t really expect that nickname to fly still, can she? Nevertheless, I could feel a slight smile taking over my face after the phone call. She always knew how to make me feel better, I’m not even sure why I was so worried to see her in the first place.

I felt bad for lying to her, and honestly was second-guessing my decision to postpone my homecoming, but I couldn’t take it back now, not without admitting to her that I was lying about still being at school. No, it was better to just lie in the bed I had made for myself. Speaking of which, where would I stay tonight?

My mind immediately went to my best friend since middle school, Nate. He’s always down for anything — whether it’s a late-night taco run, or streaking across the football field while your school’s playing their rival team (a true story) – Nate’s your guy.

Scrolling quickly through my contacts, I spotted his name and hit dial. The phone rings for only a second before loud club music blared through the phone speaker, causing me to rip the phone away from my ear. I put it on speaker and turned the volume down, waiting a second until I hear, “Yo, Adam, what’s up my dude?”

“Hey man, how’s it hanging?”

“Good, good — I’m at the club!”

“Haha, yeah, I can hear that. What’s going on?”

“Me and Eric hit up a couple of cuties on Tinder and we’re out here looking to seal the deal tonight! Hey, are you back in town already?”

“Yeah, I just got in tonight.”

“Aw man, sorry bro, I would’ve tried to hook you up if I knew!”

“Nah, it’s all good. Well, have a good time, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say man. Hey I’ll hit you up later this week, see ya!”

“Yeah, see ya!”

Nate hung up, and the car suddenly seemed much more quiet and lonely. Well, Nate’s place is clearly off the table — who else could I hit up? Eric’s with Nate, Sean is still off at school for another week; the only other person I really knew was my ex Katy, which was definitely a terrible idea.

With the car off and the heater stopped, the chilly nighttime air had started to creep in from outside, and I was reminded how late it was. Shivering, I looked around and saw how the gas station was almost completely deserted at this point. I scrolled through my contacts a bit more, seeing if there was anyone else I could call, but I was casino şirketleri out of luck.

Hm. Well, my mom’s an early riser, and has always tried to be in bed by 9:30, 10:00 at the latest. It’s now 11:30, and since I told her that she shouldn’t be expecting me tonight, she’s probably already in bed fast asleep at this point. I supposed I could try to sneak in tonight, and when she wakes up and sees that I’m already here, I’ll just tell her that I got some last-minute help packing stuff up and left around midnight. It’s a stretch, but I really don’t have any other option at this point.

I turned my keys in the ignition, feeling relieved as the hot air escaping the vents reached my skin. I pulled out of the gas station and onto the road, driving easily through the traffic-less roads. By the time I got to the road my house was on, it was 11:45, and I was sure my mom would be asleep already. Just to be safe, though, I turned my headlights off as I pulled into the driveway, parking and turning off the car as quickly as possible.

I decided to leave the majority of my stuff in the car for the time being, so as not to make too much of a racket bringing everything in. Grabbing my backpack from the seat next to me, I slung it over my shoulder and exited the car, closing the door behind me as quietly as possible. I walked up to the front door and unlocked it, not worrying too much about the noise it made, since my mom’s bedroom was on the second floor on the other side of the house.

As soon as I slid the door open and shut it behind me, I was acutely aware of a strange sound coming from the direction of her bedroom. The sound was faint and muffled, but, if I didn’t know better, I’d swear it sounded like moaning.

Instantly I felt myself begin to stiffen in my pants. Am I really hearing what I think I’m hearing? Being careful to not make any sound whatsoever, I silently slip off my coat and shoes and tiptoe towards the stairs in my socks. The sound was still quiet, but it was clear now that those were my mother’s moans I was hearing.

I couldn’t believe it! Was she having sex with some guy? No, I had only just told her I wasn’t going to be here tonight; there’s no way she’d have time to call someone over and get down to business so quickly, even if it wasn’t uncommon for her to have one-night hookups with random guys. Plus, I don’t hear anyone other than my Mom. That must mean that she’s currently masturbating. I’m hearing my mom masturbate right now!

My face flushed red as the realization hit me. I’d only ever caught my mom playing with herself once before, when I was seven and ran to her room because I’d had a bad dream. I didn’t understand what was happening then, and only realized later that she had been touching herself when I burst into her room. Ever since then she’d kept her door closed at night, and must have been very stealthy about her masturbatory habits, because I’d never caught her again.

Until now, that is. My heart was racing. I was fully erect now, almost painfully so. I’d spent so much of my life denying how much I got turned on by the thought of my mother, but there was no denying it now. Dazed, and without fully realizing what I was doing, I crept up the stairs, still on tiptoes, until I reached the top. Down the hall to the left lay my room, the bathroom, and at the very end, my Mom’s room. Peering down the dark hallway I could see light coming through a small crack between her door and the door frame — she had left her door open!

Her moans were even louder now, and it was driving me crazy. I could even hear the bed squeak lightly and rhythmically, betraying the rocking movements her body must be making. I knew it was wrong to listen to her, but I couldn’t help it — I was so unbelievably aroused, more aroused than I could remember ever being. In that moment I knew there was no turning back. I had to see her.

I began my descent down the hall, creeping even quieter than before. Honestly, I wasn’t too worried about her hearing me, considering how loud she was being. I passed by my room, and then the bathroom, and then I was there, standing in front of her door. I peered through the tiny slit, but the angle wasn’t right, and I could only see the edge of her bed. Now that I was this close, though, the sound of a rather strong vibrator joined the cacophony of sound coming from her room. Unbelievable — just when I thought this moment couldn’t get any hotter!

Without even realizing it, my hands started to unbutton my pants, then unzip my zipper; before I knew it, I had my cock out of my boxers and was already a few strokes in to jacking off.

Hold on — what the fuck am I doing? My mom is directly on the other side of that door, what would she do if she caught me here? Her own son, masturbating to his mother — she’d be horrified, and probably never forgive me. I shouldn’t want to do this, anyway; I should be disgusted with myself!

But as much as I tried, I couldn’t seem casino firmaları to pull myself away from the door. I wanted more than anything to see what was happening in there. I put my eye up to the crack in the door again, scoping out the situation. My mother’s moans were now even stronger and more frequent, telling me she was coming close to a climax. If I could move the door just the slightest bit, I’d be able to see her, and she’s probably to engrossed in her own pleasure to notice such a tiny movement.

Deep down, I knew it was a terrible and risky idea, but I was just too horny to care. As gently as possible, I nudged the door slowly inwards just a few millimeters until my mom’s figure started to come into view. First, I saw her head — it was thrown back on the pillow, eyes closed in ecstasy. Immediately I was struck with how beautiful and sensual she looked in that moment. Here hair was wonderfully tousled, and her cheeks glistened with sweat from intense exertion.

I was still stroking myself, and could have easily came right then, but I had to see more. I had to see all of her.

Feeling confident that she hadn’t noticed the movement of the door, I continued to press on it until her torso was in full view. I was forced to stop and appreciate her massive breasts, bouncing up and down her body in rhythm with her moans. I wanted nothing more than to rest my head between those two precious mounds, sucking on her nipples just as I had done when I was younger.

The thought made me groan with pleasure, causing me to stop dead in my tracks, hoping I wasn’t loud enough for her to hear me. I held my breath and cautiously looked through the door — whew, it doesn’t look like she noticed me. Her eyes are still closed, and her moaning hasn’t abated in the slightest.

I resume my own self-pleasure and, risking my luck, push the door open just a hair more until — there it is — her vibrator-clad pussy was now fully in my view. I remember catching a quick glimpse of her boobs and butt when I walked in on her all those years ago, but this was the first time I’d ever had the chance to look fully at my mom’s lovely vagina.

The large Hitachi wand vibrator — that explains the intense noise — rolled smoothly up and down her heavily moistened pussy, parting her thick brunette bush whenever it crested her supple mound. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it — it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.

My mother’s moans turned into cries of pleasure as her hips started to buck fiercely against her toy. I watched her, thinking only about how much I wanted her. How much I needed to feel her body pressed against mine, her warm, wet pussy engulfing my hard, thick cock-

Without warning, my body spasmed as long ropes of cum spurted out of me and onto the door frame and floor. I watched with a confusing mix of horror and pleasure as my semen puddled into the carpet, helpless to stop it. As the last wave of pleasure subsided and my thoughts started to clear, panic overtook me. I had made an absolute mess, and there would be no question as to what these stains were to anyone who saw them.

Quickly, I tiptoed into the bathroom and dampened a washcloth, making sure the faucet wasn’t too loud. Luckily, my mom was still working hard on that orgasm, and likely wouldn’t notice me. Still, I wasted no time in mopping up what I could from the carpet and door frame while trying my best to remain out of eyesight.

As I wiped the last bit of visible liquid, A powerful “Oh, fuck!!” came from my mom’s bedroom, followed by silence as the vibrator clicked off. Damn, I just heard my mother cum. Worried that she would come out of her room soon, I hurriedly threw the washcloth into the bathroom hamper before sneaking into my bedroom and shutting the door silently. I left the lights off and slipped into the already made bed, then listened closely. I heard footsteps walking to the bathroom, then nothing for 30 or so seconds until I heard her flush the toilet, wash her hands, then walk back to her room and shut the door.

“Whew,” I whispered. As far as I could tell, she had no clue that I was even home. Satisfied with myself for having gotten away with everything, I relaxed into my bed, eager for a comfortable night’s rest. But, much to my surprise, I could feel my dick poking painfully into the fabric of my clothes. Damn, I’m already hard again? Hearing my mom cum like that must’ve been enough to get me fully aroused again. Accepting that it would be nearly impossible to fall asleep in my current state, I pulled my pants down, and got back to business. 30 seconds later, I cleaned myself off with my t-shirt, discarded my clothes to the side of the bed, and fell into a deep and restful sleep.

*****

*knock* *knock*

Dazed, I slowly opened my eyes, looking around to figure out where the sound was coming from. Eventually I realized I had just woken up, and the sound was a knock coming from my door. Before I could respond, though, güvenilir casino my mom opened the door and stepped in, carrying a tray with buttered toast and juice.

“Good morning, sweetie.”

Mumbling, I responded, “G’mornin’.”

“I brought you some breakfast,” she said kindly. “When I saw your car out front this morning, I figured you must have drove all night to get here, so I thought you’d appreciate some breakfast when you woke up. It might be a bit cold though — I made it a few hours ago.” Mary chuckled.

A few hours? I twisted my head to the side of the bed where my alarm clock sat — 10:45 am. Damn, I really slept hard last night, didn’t I? Suddenly the events of last night came rushing back to me, and I remembered why I slept so soundly. Holy shit, I can’t believe I saw my mom playing with herself!

Recalling the scene in my head got me excited again, and I felt myself blush, seeing my mom standing in front of me right now while I laid naked in my bed. My excitement was only exacerbated by the outfit she was wearing — slung lightly around her body was the same skimpy teddy I loved to see her wear.

The dark-blue fabric was silky and sheer, dangling from her shoulders by just two slim threads. It barely contained her boobs, showing clearly her nipples prodding and poking through the thin material. It continued down her shapely torso and culminating just beyond the bottom of her buttocks. Left almost entirely bare were here smooth, toned, tan legs that coyly teased but never revealed the prize they held between.

But now I had seen the prize. I saw it very clearly, and its image will be forever imprinted in my mind.

I must have gotten visibly redder, as my mom asked, “Is everything alright, dear?”

“Oh yeah, of course!”

Mom didn’t look convinced. “Alright, scoot over.”

I moved over slightly to my right, careful not to let the blanket slip even the tiniest bit, as I was fully naked underneath. As I did so, she set the tray down on my bedside table and planted herself right next to my thighs. She smoothed out her teddy and turned to face me, legs draped over the bed and pressed together as much as they could be.

Even so, a hint of lacy red peeked out from under the fabric. Does she realize how much of her I can see right now? Or even that I’m totally naked under these covers? As it was, all that was showing of my body was my head and upper torso; maybe she just thought I was wearing boxers or pajama bottoms. I couldn’t help but think about how the only thing separating my bare cock from my mom was two layers of bedding and about 12 inches. Well, maybe even less than that now, as I could feel my penis growing under the sheets. I tried my best to shift my body in an effort to hide my erection.

“Is it okay that I’m sitting here, honey?”

“Oh yeah mom, I’m just trying to get a bit more comfortable. So, what’s up?”

Mom sighed. “Oh, nothing. I guess, just, as your mom, it’s hard to not worry about you.”

“Worry? I’m totally fine, Mom. What are you worried about?”

“Just you, school — everything, I suppose. It’s kinda my job.” She chuckled. “I don’t know, I just wanted to check in and make sure everything’s going okay.”

“Yeah, Mom, everything’s great. If this is about last night, I really just underestimated how much packing I had to do. You know how much of a procrastinator I can be.”

“Oh yes, I know very well.” She smiled — a wonderful, generous smile that put me at ease, just as it has always done. I had forgotten how nice it was to just talk to my mother. She’s always been kind, understanding, and easy-going.

“So, you’ve been making friends all right, then?”

“Sure, I’ve made a couple good friends. They’re good guys; you’d like them, I think.”

“That’s good!” She paused slightly. “So, you’ve met some good guys… what about any girls?”

I blushed. “Yeah, sure… I mean, yeah, a couple I suppose.”

She warmed her smile even more, then rested her hand on my lower thigh. Whoa, what is she doing? My dick rose even further, and, not being able to shift any more, I just had to hope that she wouldn’t look too closely.

“Are you sure? It’s just, I never hear you talk about any girls.”

“I mean, they weren’t anything too serious, but I’m not too worried about that right now. I just want to focus on making sure I’m getting my schoolwork done for the time being.”

The truth was, I had met a few girls, but I just could never get interested in any of them. For a while I thought it was because I hadn’t met the right girl yet, but the truth was that I had. The only girl that had really gotten me excited was my mom, and I don’t think I had ever fully admitted that to myself until right now.

“Why are you asking me about this, Mom?”

Her hand started to caress my leg slightly. I assumed it was just an act of motherly comfort, but it certainly felt sexual to me. “I just worry about you, and want you to be happy, Adam. I’m your mom — I love you, and your happiness means more to me than anything. Whatever it is that makes you the happiest, I want you to have that.”

Is she implying that she thinks I’m gay? “What are you saying, Mom?”

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