As a teenager, I was extremely sexually high strung. I often masturbated five to six times a day just to take the edge off of my sex drive. The story I'm about to tell you about actually happened shortly after I turned 18.
I have always been into reading. I would read almost anything and had no set genre as to what I liked. I guess it was only a natural progression that as I matured my tastes in erotica leaned more towards reading stories than visual. I had a large collection of magazines and stories that I kept stashed in a box in my room. This was in the days before the internet so if you wanted adult erotic stories you had to find an adult bookstore to find them. In my area there was only one place to find these magazines.
My parents had a rocky relationship. I believe one of the main sources of friction between them was my father seeking sex outside of their marriage. This left my mother frustrated on many levels. One of which I was to discover was sexually. Apparently dad spent too much energy chasing tail to take care of the wife he had at home.
Mom and I had always been fairly close and were able to talk about many subjects. Sex was one of the few things we didn't discuss as it was to awkward of a conversation for both of us. That started to change slowly over the summer after I turned 18 as we both began to see each other in a different light.
I can distinctly remember the first time I saw my mother in a sexual light. I had just gotten home from unloading hay and she must not of heard me come into the house. I saw that the t.v was on in the living room and went in to tell her I was home. As I started to enter the room she was sitting in one of the recliners with her back to me. As I glanced down on her from behind I realized she was reading one of her romance novels. What I also noticed was that she had her pants unbuttoned and had her hand down inside her panties. It took a couple seconds for me to realize that she was fingering herself right there in front of me. I stopped and stared for a minute becoming aroused at the same time I was embarrassed at what I was seeing. I slowly crept back into the kitchen and banged the inside door like I had just gotten home as I called out her name. I saw her scramble a little in the living room as I told her I was going into my room to rest.
Almost as soon as I was in my room I pulled out my dick and started to masturbate thinking of what I had just seen." Holy crap I just saw my mom masturbating," I thought, and the image of what I had just seen was enough inspiration to bring me to a hard climax as I remembered what I had just witnessed.
Shortly after this I found that my taste in erotica started to lean towards the more taboo subjects out there. I found myself especially interested in incest stories and started to see all of my female family members in a different light. I couldn't help myself and started to sneak into the house when I came home instead of just barging in. I also started to become more stealthy around the house as I couldn't help wonder just what I could catch my mother doing when she thought no one else was around.
It didn't take me long to realize my mother masturbated almost as much as I did. If I was quiet in my movements around the house I could catch her masturbating almost daily. This lead to me having more and more erotic thoughts about her but I never acted on them as I didn't think the feelings were the same between us. I didn't want to destroy our relationship acting on my feelings for her. It was around this time I realized that someone in my house was going through my box of magazines. I would go to look at one of my new books only to find it missing. Then it would reappear in the box in a couple days time.