I noticed things had gone icy with how my Mom and Dad were behaving. For weeks, the two of them were moping around, and the usual chatter at dinner time was no more. Dad would drink and go to bed early. Mom would spend each evening soaking in the bath tub, and then stay up later than either Dad or me. She would sleep in past both Dad leaving for work, and me leaving for my community college classes. Mom used to be the first one up, making breakfasts for all of us. There was something going on, but I didn't know what.
I woke up hungry one night, and went down to raid the refrigerator. When I passed by the door to the basement, I saw the dim light cast from the computer screen downstairs. I quietly padded down the first few steps to see if someone had left the computer on. When I heard noise from that end of the room, I sat on each stair, extending my feet to the next step, and softly slid to the next step. Approaching the fifth stair, I was able to see Mom's silhouette on the far side of the room, in the computer chair.
Her form from the back was unusual, in that she was slouched somewhat, and her feet were raised and rested on the edge of the desk, on either side of the keyboard.
When I focused on the bright light surrounding her, I recognized what she was viewing - amateur porn. A camera was positioned at the foot of a bed, pointed toward a young man and older woman sitting on the bed, making out.
She looked to be Mom's age, just over fifty, with ample boobs and long, greying hair. He looked a lot younger, probably around my age, 19 or 20. His cock stood straight up as the two faced each other, lotus style, her hand stroking him up and down. The young man soon guided her head to the pillows and he moved to the foot of the bed, where he could kneel between her legs to eat her pussy.
I heard Mom begin to moan, and noticed one hand move to her groin. Her nightie must have been hiked up, but the chair hid her upper thighs from view.
As the boy's head moved up and down between the older woman's splayed legs, his hard cock and balls hung between his legs, rocking with his every movement. Mom's hands worked faster when the older woman's head lurched forward as she climaxed from the boy's tongue work.
I, too, became aroused, seeing and hearing my mother masturbating for the very first time. Her wetness could be heard from where I sat, as her fingers made sloshing noises within the walls of her vagina. The boy on screen raised up off his elbows and crawled betweeen his lover's legs, taking hold of her ankles and raising them high in the air. He looked down at himself lining up his dick and used one hand to lubricate his cock with the juices from her drenched labia. When he finally entered her, the older woman emitted a groan of deep satisfaction.
While his strokes pushed deeper into her, he pulled her thighs to him, leaving the woman's feet flailing above him. I heard my mother moan even louder. Suddenly, Mom's head and neck left the cushion, pulsing back and forth as her own orgasm took her over.
The boy continued to pound the older lady, and Mom's fingers worked furiously over her clit to bring her once more to a crescendo. She came again, watching the young boy flex his ass muscles tightly while he emptied his sticky load inside the woman.
When the young man collapsed on top of her, Mom's hand came into sight as she raised it to her nose and smelled her juices. My cock was leaking, and as much as this voyeuristic scene had ne on edge, I knew it was time to leave. I started to glide up the stairs, when Mom swiftly pulled her feet down off the desk edge and she began to stand up. For an instant, Mom's curvy ass was exposed, before the nighty rolled off her hips, back to its normal length, just above her knees.
When she clicked off the computer, I panicked, seeing the dim night light of the kitchen above, highlighting my form. I turned and took the stairs two at a time until I got to the top. My toe caught the edge of the landing, making a thunking noise.
I went straight to the fridge and opened it, my heart racing as I wondered if she noticed my fleeting shadow on the stairs before I got out of there. As I stood in the light of the fridge, I heard her coming up the stairs, so I reached for the milk and removed the pitcher.
It was then that I looked down to see that my pajamas sported a noticable tent from my all too aroused cock. Before I could reach down to fix myself, Mom said, in a low voice, "What are you doing up, Peter?" I saw her try to hide a smile while she observed me pulling my hardness upward to pin the head of my dick against the elastic of my pajamas.
I was so nervous and my mouth was dry, so my response came out very hoarse. "Just needed a drink, Mom," I answered, noticing how the erect nipples of her D cups stood out prominently through the thin fabric of her nightie. Mom's boobs must have been so perky in her day, but even though they hang lower than they do in her high school pictures, they still look good enough to suck on. Many of my nightly jerkoffs have been to her fat melons, or seeing her in some of the sexy thongs I've masturbated to over the years. She caught my stare and quickly folded her arms across her chest.
I said, "You're up late," as I took a glass from the cupboard and filled it. I caught a peek of her red painted toe nails on my way to the table.
"I know," she said, leaning against the fridge in the dim night light at the sink. "I'm not sleeping well, lately."
I sat down at the table and asked, "Is eveything all right with you and Dad?"
She stood there for a moment and replied, "Yes, we're okay. He's just... well I, um..."
