A big thank you to SummerX who's encouragement and plot suggestions have motivated me to resume writing. She has given me many ideas for future stories and despite her not wishing to take any credit, she may not appreciate the impact she has had on motivating me to write again.
As always, constructive comments are always welcomed and I hope you enjoy this little tale.
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It was the third night in a row, I was lying in bed with my tablet watching a mother and son porn movie and I could see my bedroom door had been opened a crack and Mum's face was visible peering in as I watched via a small strategically placed mirror on my desk.
I was masturbating and had earphones in as I watched the movie, but was actually more excited at the fact that Mum was watching me.
My name is Andrew and I'm 22 years old and I've recently moved back home after college to live with my divorced mother, Katie. Mum is 46 years old and she split from Dad just after I went off to college four years ago. Neither of them discussed the reason for the split but as Dad moved in with a significantly younger woman he worked with, I guess he had been fooling around in the latter years of their marriage.
Anyway, I was stroking my cock, looking at my tablet and just glancing at the mirror from time to time making sure Mum was still there. For many years I had fantasised about having sex with Mum as I found her a beautiful and sexy woman. The last few days knowing Mum was watching me masturbate, but not challenging me about it suggested that she was possibly attracted to the idea of seeing me in a situation significantly more intimate than is usual for a mother and son.
The movie had got to a point where the son had given his mum a creampie and his semen was now displayed dripping from the mother's pussy. With the excitement of Mum watching me, I could still see her in the mirror, I was rapidly approaching my own climax. I pushed the duvet off me in preparation for my own climax and readied the tissues I had. The movement of the bedding caused Mum's face to disappear momentarily, but came back into view a few seconds later.
I started thinking about Mum witnessing my ejaculation and although I kept my head pointing at my tablet screen, I rolled more onto my back to tease Mum with a better view.
My orgasm was about to descend on me and I looked at Mum through the mirror and for a moment it looked as if our eyes locked onto each other and it was at this point I started ejaculating onto my chest and stomach. Mum's eyes moved to watch my spewing cock, but came back and looked into my eyes briefly one final time before her face disappeared and the door closed.
I was blown away with the fact that Mum watched me and I'm sure we both knew she was watching out of choice, and there was no obvious disgust at my actions.
I started to ponder what Mum wanted by watching me. Was it simply the sight of an erect penis that got her off or was it the sight of her son's erect penis? I know that for me knowing that Mum was watching me made the event almost mind-blowing. Plus the potential implications that my fantasy might have a chance of being achieved.
Suddenly the thought hit me; Mum knows I saw her watching. How will she deal with it? The last couple of days we never had eye contact so I guess she was able to "ignore" the issue thinking I wasn't aware of her presence. Today is a really different situation; we both know of her witnessing my climax, so it is significantly more difficult to ignore the elephant in the room from now on.
I decided it would be Mum who will either raise the issue or not. It will probably be best for me that I act as if it didn't happen until she decides to discuss it. However I still couldn't help a little excitement at the thought that Mum was watching me. With this final thought I finished cleaning myself up; switched off my tablet and the light and settled down and went to sleep.
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The next morning, I had left for work before Mum had got up. This wasn't particularly unusual because Mum only got up early enough to join me for breakfast when she needed to get into work early, which wasn't very often.
As the day progressed, on more than one occasion I found myself pondering, almost day dreaming, about the previous night's events. I had to keep shaking myself to concentrate properly on my job. As a result the day was a somewhat surreal one. All the time I wanted to get home, in the hope that Mum might make me an offer that I couldn't refuse. But at the same time I was finding it difficult to want to have the conversation with Mum in case it didn't go the way I wanted. So a very surreal day.
Eventually the day came to an end and I finally cleared my desk. Although it was a Friday and customary to have a drink to end the week, I excused myself from the custom and headed straight home.
The house was empty when I got home, again fairly normal, so I set about cleaning the house as Mum and I usually did on a Friday ready for the weekend. Whenever I paused I experienced an increasing feeling of dread and I began to worry that the relationship between Mum and I had been damaged beyond repair. I started to think whether putting the mirror up to see Mum was a good idea now. As the late afternoon went on I felt more and more concerned.
It was nearly 6pm and Mum would be home any time now. I had started the washing, cleaned the kitchen and lounge and was heading upstairs to clean my bedroom. After about half an hour, my bedroom was cleaned and bedding changed and I suddenly became a little worried that she wasn't home yet.
I was just about to get my phone to call her when I heard a car pull up. I looked out the window to see Mum's car on the drive and the door open with Mum getting out. I watched her go to the boot and watched as she got some shopping out. It seems Mum had gone shopping, which she normally did on Saturday. So perhaps there was no need to worry after all.
I went downstairs and opened the front door as Mum was looking for her key. She looked at me and clearly flushed as I looked back at her. She lowered her eyes and simply said, "Hi. Thanks."
I felt myself flush as I replied, "Hi." I then asked, "Do you need any help."
Without looking at me Mum replied, "Yes please. There's more shopping in the boot." She continued past me without looking up to me.
I was worried now. Perhaps last night wasn't a good idea. I went out to the car and got the remainder of the shopping and took it into the kitchen where Mum was sat at the kitchen table her head in her hands and I suddenly realised she was crying.
"Hey. What's wrong?" I asked, surprised at how upset Mum was.
Mum just burst out crying.
I came over and put my arms around her. But Mum seemed to want to pull away from me.
"What's the matter?" I asked again.
Between sobs Mum finally said, "I'm so sorry Andy."
"Sorry for what?" I asked.
Still unable to look at me, and after a pause she eventually said, "Invading your privacy."
"Oh. You mean peeking at me last night."
"Andy, I'm so ashamed that I watched you. I shouldn't have done it."
I squeezed her shoulders and this time Mum relaxed into my embrace. I bent down and kissed her on the forehead and said, "Mum. It's ok. I liked that you were there." Trying to put her at ease.
"But I was so weak. I should be able to control myself better."
"Look Mum, you're obviously upset. Let's forget about it for now and perhaps chat about it later. But I can assure you the only thing I felt about it was being flattered. So no harm done."
Mum looked up at me a little shyly and still with tears on her cheek, and with me rubbing my hand on her shoulder she said, "Thank you Darling. Let me go and sort myself out and change, then I'll make something to eat for us."
With that I released Mum and she got up and before heading out of the kitchen she turned to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek, another smile and headed upstairs.
I put the shopping away and decided to cook a meal. Something fairly quick so meatballs, pasta and sauce with a green salad.
I was just about to call Mum down when she walked into the kitchen. She had her casual joggers and a tee shirt on. Her brown hair was damp and she wasn't wearing any make-up, but she looked fresh and had a glow to her complexion.
"I was about to call you." I said. "I've made some pasta and salad."
Mum smiled and said, "Thanks." She then sat down at the dining table and I served up the pasta and salad.
Before I sat down I asked Mum if she wanted a drink and she asked for wine, which I poured and then I joined her at the dining table and we ate, mostly in silence.
With the pasta eaten, I was desperate to know what caused Mum to decide to watch me. So I took a breath and asked, "Mum, why did you decide to watch me?"
Mum looked at me and said, "I'm so sorry Andy."
"I'm not annoyed or scared or anything like that, I'm just trying to understand what would have pushed you far enough to do what you did?"
Mum seemed to be searching for something in my expression before she finally answered. All of a sudden she replied, "Andy I'm going to be honest with you, but it will mean that I will tell you things that are very personal to me and I hope you will treat them in the strictest of confidence."
"Ok." I replied and I sat back and let Mum speak,
She began, "After you came back from college I couldn't help but notice how masculine you had become. You also looked so like your dad when I first met him. I became curious and wondered if you were the same as your dad in all respects, so I needed to see you naked.
"For the last few weeks I've tried to see your, uh, genitals, to see if you were like your dad in all respects, but a few nights ago I caught you masturbating and for some reason I couldn't stop watching. Last night I saw you watching me watching you in your mirror and I still couldn't pull myself away. In the end, after you had finished I suddenly thought I had done something inexcusable and probably ruined the relationship we have and I don't know how to forgive myself, or what to do to get you to forgive me.
"So I feel like I've betrayed you in the worst possible way. Can you ever forgive me?"
Mum's head dropped and she just sat there not saying anything more.
"Mum?" I called.
She didn't respond.
"Mum?" I called again and put my hand on top of hers.
This time Mum seemed to flinch at my touch and then she looked at me.
"Did you like what you saw?" I asked.
