Her mobile was ringing repeatedly in the hall but my mother who should be in the house was not answering it. I got out of bed and went into the hall. Unplugging the hand-phone from the charger, I decided to bring it to her. I heard loud music coming from her bedroom and knew that the noise must have drowned out the ringing. Without a second thought, I went to her door and opened it after knocking. Greeting me eyes was my mum, naked in bed, and obviously oblivious of my intrusion. I felt a shock when I saw that she was masturbating herself.
I knew that it was not right of me to stand there and watch her engaging in her secret activities. In my 18 years of existence, I had never once thought of peeping at her. It was something that had never came into my mind. In recent years, I had developed many fantasies of women and girls and in the past years, I had even dated my classmates and went out with them, mutually groping in dark alleys, parks and the movie theatres. My mother never featured in my fantasies because it was taboo. As an Asian male, it simply wasn’t right to think of things sexual with one’s own mother. But at that moment, despite having a red face, I somehow felt a strange longing to want to peep, to see her nakedness and to watch her indulged in auto pleasuring her own body. I closed the door, leaving a small gap that allowed me to watch her on the bed.
Mum’s eyes were close. She was spread eagled and appeared to have a humming vibrator lodged inside her hairless pussy. Both her hands were busily squeezing her 36D sized boobs. I noticed she was heaving her hips in an up and down motion as her excitement grew with the mechanical titillation of her secret love chamber. She was moaning and in the throes of an oncoming orgasm. Above the din of the stereo, I tried to make out the words coming from her moaning and what she was mumbling brought an immediate automatic erection to my 18 year old prick.
‘Ohooo….ohooo… it is nice … it’s so nice…. Push your big cock into mummy’s dirty cunt… ‘ She kept repeating the words as her breathing became harder and her heaving motions increased in height and intensity. Her fingers were squashing her two pistachio sized nipples so hard that I imagined it must have caused her pain. But she seemed never to mind as her actions became more violet. At last her senses were overcome by the onset of her climax. It was the first time I was watching a woman have an orgasm and it seemed so explosive and so violent that the bed was shaking with the thumping actions. She was then screaming louder a stream of Chinese obscenities with a mixture of ‘cunt’ and ‘cock’ punctuating each verbal expression of her lusts. It was so uncharacteristic of my mother in everyday life to use coarse language and I felt my cock twitching and pre-cum seeping into my boxer shorts as the first slimy drop fell onto the floor of the passageway. I saw her bringing one of her hand to the vibrator that was lodged inside her vagina and she was pulling and pushing the toy deeper and deeper into the nether folds. She was contracting violently as her whole body twitched and tumbled on the bed and in her finale, she was expressing something I was hearing for the first time from my mum, ‘fuck my cunt, Fai fuck my cunt. Fuck mummy till she dies…’
At last, her motions subsided. She was slowing rubbing her own busts and her clit. I suddenly felt a sense of shame and hastily withdrew to my own room carrying her phone with me. I forget to close her door, leaving a gap which she must have became aware of when she had recovered her senses.
It was at noon when I came out of my room to join mum for lunch. She was conservatively dressed in a night-gown with helms reaching to near the floor. I saw her beautiful eyes so full of life as if she had just been rejuvenated from a session at the spas. She was blushing when our eyes came into contact, but said nothing as she laid the food on the table. We ate in silence and then she asked me to join her on the couch after she had put the leftovers away.
I felt awkward because I knew that I should not have done what I did in the morning. She remained quiet while seated so I decided to retrieve the mobile to hand over to her. At last she held my hand as she said, ‘I feel so bad this morning to have left the door open.’ I felt myself blushing as I blurted out, ‘No, it’s so shameful of me to peep at you.’
Mum did not reply to my confession. Instead she used her other hand to stroke my palm as she remained seated composing her thoughts. ‘No, it’s my own carelessness. You should not feel bad or be ashamed. I am your mother and you have already touched my most secret places during birth. You are part of me, so there is no need for you to feel bad. I am older and should know better. It’s me who should feel shameful. I love you so much son.’
‘Mum I know it’s natural for you to pleasure yourself like I do to myself at night. But you never peep at me nor ask me any questions about what I do to my body. So it’s bad for me to be so naughty because you deserve your own privacy and I destroyed it by what I did. Please forgive me.’
‘Son, there is no secrets between you and me. You are my son. So you can share my secrets. Your father is already is already 62. I am only 37 and you are so much closer to my age. You are the man whom I feel I can rely on more. Your father has always been good to me, but his health is not so good now and so I know in the future, you will be the man I know who can take care of me.’
