This story starts from the end of the story, Settling a Bet in the Mrs. J series. It's not 100% necessary but it does help provide context for this story.
I was a little freaked out by my mother's confession after she walked in on me with Mrs. J and Lori. She was pretty upset at first, mostly because of the shock of the unexpected sight, I guess, but as she calmed down, she started to share some information about her past and about my father that helped explain my huge cumloads. I couldn't get the conversation out of my head, but I didn't think anything would ever come of it.
As it turned out, Mom was similarly stuck on it, and while I had plenty of outlet for my sexual energy, Mom did not, at least as far as I knew,
A few days after her confession, we'd had dinner like normal and spent some time sitting together on the couch watching television when she abruptly said, "I'm going to call it a night." She stood up, looked down at me and went down the hall to her bedroom.
It was a little early for bed for me. "Good night, Mom, I'm gonna finish watching this show and then I'll go to bed." I called after her.
A few minutes later, as the show was ending, I heard her open her bedroom door and then a moment later, call down the hall to me. "Hey, Joe, can you come in here and help me out with something?"
"Sure, I'll be right there." I said.
I got up, shut off the television and the lights, and headed to her room. Her door was open, so I just walked in.
She was sitting on her bed, she'd changed into her usual sleepwear, an old, oversized t shirt. I don't know what she had on underneath, but I could make out the general shape of her boobs and the occasional brush of a nipple on the front of her shirt.
I'd never thought of her in a sexual way before, but something had changed between us. She was wearing what she always wore. I'd seen her in the same shirts, or others like it, hundreds of times before. But somehow, now it was different. My mom was 38 and in good shape. She ran and did yoga. I'd seen her in tight and skimpy clothing plenty of times, but I'd never paid attention. She had a decent bust, a tight, round ass, really toned legs. She took good care of herself; her skin was clear, and she had almost no wrinkles. She looked amazing. The big difference is now I was imagining her as a sexual being, with a cock in her mouth, cum in her hair and dripping off her face, the way I'd been seeing Mrs. J. in the past few days.
She asked me to get a couple big boxes down from the top shelf of her closet.
"No problem." I said, and went to get them. "What's in them?"
"Oh, just some old photos and videos and some other personal stuff I've been thinking about lately." she replied.
"Ok. Can I help you go through them? I'd love to see old pictures of you." I asked, reaching for the top of a box, sort of hoping I might see pictures of her in a bikini or whatever.
"Oh no, honey. I've got it. Some are pretty personal; I want to look through them myself first. I may show you some another day." She said, quickly ushering me out of the room and shutting the door behind me.
I went to my room and as I didn't have any specific plans to get together with Mrs. J, I decided to have a nice, prolonged jerk session. I started in my bed, getting myself thoroughly aroused, I edged myself several times and then went to the bathroom to finish myself off in the shower where I could let things go without worrying about the mess. I was thinking about the recent activities with Mrs. J, especially the amazingly satisfying morning blowjob that ended with me completely emptying my balls down her throat.
I was getting close to blowing my wad when the vision in my head seemed to automatically shift to my mom holding my shaft and nursing the load into her mouth. The taboo and unexpected image seemed to intensify my orgasm, causing me to groan louder than I expected and blast the walls so hard you could hear the repeated sounds of jet after jet of my load hitting the tile. As I came back down to earth, I saw the hall lights go out and then I noticed that bathroom door was ajar. I cleaned up the shower and went back to my bedroom.
As I lay quietly in bed, the pleasure of my release still coursing through my body, I swore I could hear what sounded like passionate breathing and someone murmuring. I got out of bed and stepped quietly into the hall. I could hear the sounds more clearly coming from my mother's room. I stood and listened at her door. Her breathing was loud and ragged, I could hear her bed rhythmically moving, bumping the wall occasionally. The tempo of the sound was increasing steadily, then it suddenly accelerated, I heard her gasp, then nothing for a second, then I heard her cry out, a whimper almost, "cum... cum for me... cover me, yes, please, all of it." And then another cry and the bed banged the wall, hard, several times and then I heard just her breathing, slowly slowing down and her bedroom light switched off.
My cock was rock hard from the moment I realized what I was hearing.
I quietly crept back to my room. I'd never heard my mother masturbate before. I was sort of shocked at first, but then I realized everyone does it. Hell, I'd done it 5 minutes before. My mother had been a single mother for about 15 years. My dad died in a car accident when I was little. I don't really remember him, but I'm reminded all the time that I look just like him. My sister is older by several years, she tells me little things she remembers from before he died. I knew my mother had been out on dates, but I couldn't exactly remember when, it's been a long time. She's never had a long term, serious relationship since my dad. She's never even brought one of her dates home to meet her kids. She's in great shape and very attractive, I'm sure it's not for a lack of interest from men. I'd never really thought about it before but as I did, lying there in my bed, I started to wonder why.
The next morning, I came downstairs for breakfast and found my mother doing yoga, she was in a downward facing dog pose, in the family room and I could easily see her labia through the pants and then, as she stood up and turned to greet me, both of her hard nipples and huge areolae clearly visible through the thin tight cotton tank top. I'd never seen her in these clothes and my cock clearly took notice. I was sort of in a daze as she gave me a hug, pressing her whole body against me and then turned and resumed her yoga. I stumbled into the kitchen to get something to eat.
My mother was in a great mood all day. Humming to herself, dancing to a tune in her head as she did things around the house. She'd showered after her yoga, put on makeup and a hint of perfume. She was wearing a frilly sundress, a little lacy bra peeking out the low-cut front and the lines of a thong visible when she moved just right. Her hair up in a ponytail.
She gave me little hugs and kisses whenever she was nearby. She even caressed my arms and shoulders and gave me a little back rub after I came in from working in the yard. She pinched my ass while I was standing at the kitchen sink. If she'd spied on me last night and then got herself off on it, and today was the result, then great.
That night, she sat next to me on the couch, snuggling up against me. I could smell her hair and her perfume, I found myself staring at her neck and collarbone and my eyes kept drifting down to the edge of her top, the hint of lace bra showing. My cock was hard, and I kept shifting to try avoid her brushing against it.
She turned to me and said, 'You know, I sort of owe you an apology."
"For what?" I asked.
