It all started when I divorced my husband of nine years recently after finding him in bed with the neighborhood slut one morning. We tried for a while to make it last but I just found myself falling out of love with him, and I couldn't cope with the unhappiness that surrounded me every day and night.
My name is Karen, I am a five foot five large woman. On the internet I guess I am referred to as a BBW (big beautiful woman), a slang term that actually doesn't degrade me. I, in fact kind of think it's a cute way of saying I'm fat. I take after my mother, all the women in my family are large. I, myself, am 230lbs, but not in a bad way. I have large features but nothing grotesque or brimming over with cellulite. Some say I should be a model for one of those big lady catalogs. Well, you get the idea, enough about me and on with my story.
I found myself in some financial trouble after moving away from my soon to be ex-husband. I had never worked since being married and my waitress job just didn't cover all my bills. Tad (that's my husband), said he would help out with my bills but being the true asshole he was, never lifted a finger to help me. I knew I was better off not seeing him again anyway so when my mom offered to let me live with her awhile until I was better off, I jumped at the chance. This opportunity would give me rent free housing so I could save for awhile and we agreed I would do the housework and help cook to pay my way.
Two months into the arrangement everything was going fine. I was finally starting to be happy with my life again. My Dad passed away many years ago so I knew my Mom was happy to have the company. For her, having her only child back at home seemed to be perking her up as well. I noticed she was singing while she cooked dinner lately, something she hadn't done in forever.
Of course my sex life was null and void, every night it was me and my middle finger that put me to sleep. It was good but I missed the soft touch of flesh and feeling heat from another person. One morning I woke up very horny after a raunchy rape dream and so my inhibitions were down and I came straight out at breakfast and asked my mom "How do you stand not being with a man for so long Mom?". She just smiled and said "Let me show you my man honey". She motioned me to come with her and we went to her bedroom where she reached under her bed and pulled out a shoebox. She handed the box to me, "Open it" she said. I almost fainted when inside I saw three different vibrators. Now, I'm no prude, and sex talk in my family has always been open and honest, but I had no clue that my own fifty year old Mom would have such things. She told me that she had them for years now and that Dad use to love to watch her use one on herself.
My pussy was getting quite wet looking at these artificial cocks, but also a strange desire was overcoming me to see my Mom using one. I'm sure I was blushing heavily but at least my Mom would think it was just from what I was looking at in the shoebox. We both giggled a bit and then went on with our normal routine for the day.
The next week went by uneventful until one night on the news was a story about a man that had hidden a camera in a women's restroom. The news anchor went onto explain about pinhole camera's and I was getting intrigued. So, I decided that night as I was ramming myself with a candle from my dresser, that I would go check into these camera's the next day. I was so nervous when I entered the store I was almost shaking. But I contrived a story for the clerk that I needed something to watch my babysitter with to see if she was stealing from me. Well, was I surprised at how cheap the camera was. I ended up buying a perfectly normal looking clock radio that had a hidden camera inside that actually filmed in color and with sound.
I was having second thoughts about my plan but those seemed to disappear every time I remembered those vibrators under Mom's bed. So, one day at dinner I gave Mom my present and said it was to thank her for helping me out. She was delighted with the gift and said her alarm no longer worked on her clock so it was just what she needed. I had to be careful hide the other equipment I used in my bedroom to receive the signal on my TV. But she was very electrically ignorant so I don't think she would have figured it out even if she saw the extra stuff attached to my TV.
So now it's getting late and my pussy has been dripping for hours at how nasty I've become lately and what I'm about to see. Little did I know what was in store for me that night. We both said our goodnights and my heart raced as I practically ran into my bedroom and stripped down to nothing. I turned on my TV and was delighted with the placement of the camera. It was on top of her tall dresser and aimed straight at her bed.
I could see most of the room and watched carefully as my Mom stripped down. I had seen her naked many times over the years but now I was playing with my clit as I watched her this time. My God, it felt so good to slowly tease myself and watch her. I was surprised that she didn't put on any pajamas at all but just layed down on the bed naked and flipped on her TV.
Half an hour went by and nothing happened. She just watched TV and I was getting kind of bored. Then, she got up, and from my view I could see her walk to the wall that adjoins my bedroom and put her ear to the wall. I watched as she kept listening to my room for a few seconds. She was turned away from the camera and I kept perfectly quiet in my room since she was listening. Suddenly I realized her arm was moving and although I couldn't see it, I could tell she was rubbing her pussy. I almost yelled out I was so surprised. Then I guess she was content I was asleep and layed back down in her bed. I was glued to the screen as I watched my own mother proceed to spread her legs and rub herself with one hand while the other was pinching her nipple and massaging her breast. She looked so sexy laying there playing with herself. My own hand was working pretty hard on my clit as I watched and had to stifle my moans not being sure how well these walls would insulate the sound. I had the volume all the way down on the TV as well although it was on the opposite wall form her bedroom, but I didn't want her to think I was awake.