MANY THANKS TO CARIZABETH FOR HELPING WITH THIS STORY. HONESTY IS THE BEST POLICY!!!!
I had never before thought of my mother as a sex object or infact, anyone I would even think of as being attractive.
She was in her late 50's, had not really taken that much care of herself since divorcing from my father and looked like a typical old mother does look.
Her breasts had started sagging many years ago but, to be fair to her, they were still large and appealing. She had a very large arse which contoured down into very large thighs.
Her face was still semi-attractive but as I said, I would never look at her as an overall package and think any thoughts other than "she's my mother."
However, things do change!
My grand-mother had recently passed away and my mother (Sue for the purposes of this story) had really been affected by her passing.
It was one Saturday morning when I received a phone call from her Husband (my step-father, Stuart) asking if I would pop round and Sue was really not feeling herself and Stuart was just not happy and felt that I could maybe shake my mother out of this malaise she had gotten herself into.
"No problems Stuart, I'll just tell Sam where I'm going and I should be with you in 10-15 mins." We live just round the corner so to go there was not an issue; it was just something I could not be bothered with.
You see my mother and I had never really gotten on that well and I was much closer to my father after the divorce.
"Sam, I gotta go and see mum for half an hour or so, Stuart says she is really down and maybe seeing me might brighten her up."
"FINE," was the reply, "it's not as if she ever does anything for you. I just don't see why you need to run around just because the bitch is feeling down."
Sam, my darling wife, was never a big fan of my mother, especially since we had given her two beautiful grandkids. She felt there was just no effort on Sue's behalf in trying to involve her in their lives.
Anyway, into the car I got and off I went to see mum and be as quick as I possibly could in getting back out of there.
"Stuart, it's Jason here," I spoke through the intercom.
"Thanks for coming, Sue has been upstairs all morning after we had a bit of an argument and she has been ignoring me whatever I ask her. She has shut her bedroom door and won't come out, although it does sound like she has been doing a lot of crying."
"Is it OK for me to go up then and see her?"
"I'm sure she will not snap at you but I better not shout up to tell her you're here, otherwise she might just totally freak."
I so couldn't be bothered with trying to resolve what actually seemed more like a 'lovers tiff' than an emotional issue my mum had, but here I went.
The one thing I could immediately agree with Stuart about was that it really did sound like my mum was sad. It seemed like there were moans and groans coming out of her bedroom which were as though she had been crying too much and was punishing herself for the loss of her mother or just maybe she was really pissed off with Stuart and really was crying a hell of a lot.
It was only when I actually got to her bedroom door and was about to knock when I actually changed my mind on what I was hearing. It actually sounded like the moans and groans which were coming out of her bedroom were that of pleasure and definitely not of pain or unhappiness.
As I listened intently at her door, my ear pressed right up to it, I was sure I could hear the unmistakable 'slurp' associated with masturbation when a dildo was being used.
Surely I was imagining things? Surely there must be some other reason for the noises I was hearing? I mean my mother had just lost her mother; she had a blazing row with her husband this morning and had retreated to her bedroom to wallow in self-pity.
However, whatever I tried to get my mind to think, it kept on going back to the same, my mother was masturbating and was really, really enjoying it. No wonder she had not answered Stuart back!
I knew I had to go in and see her as this was the only reason I was here, but I was unsure as to how to do this. If I knock, she may just tell me to go away and leave her alone (if she was actually upset) or I could just walk in but then I risked 'catching' her out if she was having some fun.
My hand made my mind up for me a slowly started turning the doorknob. I really did not know what to expect when the floor slowly crept open but I can guarantee I did not expect to see what I was now gaping at.
