Unable to sleep, I put on my robe and head down to the kitchen for a late night snack. As I walk past my parent's bedroom door, I notice it's ajar and I hear an unusual sound. Knowing my mother is alone, I'm concerned and peek into the room.
Moonlight is beaming through the bedroom window's sheer blue drapes, casting a pale blue light on my mother's figure as she lay on the bed.
Before I have time to ask if she's alright, I notice my mother's hand is cupping her breast and her fingers are squeezing her erect nipple. My cock throbs as I realize the sounds are moans of pleasure.
I slip into the room and quietly close the door behind me, watching as my mother's hand slides down her belly and she slowly spreads open her legs. As she begins to touch her clit, my cock is now bulging under my bathrobe. I loosen the robe's belt and it falls open, exposing my naked body.
Reaching down, I firmly grasp my erect cock and begin stroking it as I watch my mother fingering her pussy. She moans, "Fuck me harder" and I close my eyes, lean my head back against the bedroom wall and stroke my cock faster.
Unexpectedly, my mother sensually whispers in my ear, "Jeffrey, let Mommy do that for you."
She drops to her knees and I feel soft lips wrap around the head of my throbbing shaft as she begins licking, sucking, and deep throating my hard cock.
I don't speak or touch my mother as she totally dominates me, and soon demands, "Jeffrey, feed me your cream, NOW!" I obediently shoot a big load of cum in her mouth, and she savors every drop.
Hearing a voice in the distance, I quickly open my eyes.
There on the bed is my mother...back arched, body shaking, moaning and enjoying an intense orgasm.
Looking down I see my hand, covered with cum, wrapped around my cock. Wiping the cum on my robe, I quickly open the door and quietly leave my parent's bedroom without my mother ever seeing me.
Breakfast the next morning is awkward, to say the least.
Sitting at the kitchen table, my eyes glancing in every direction but hers, I feel ashamed of what I'd done the night before. My only solace is knowing my mother hadn't seen me enter her bedroom. And, thank God, she doesn't know I'd jerked off while watching her masturbate.
"Jeffrey, is there something you'd like to tell me?"
Startled, I look at her and notice she's staring at me. Just like the moonlight illuminated her naked body, last night, the sunlight casts a glow around her now. My mother looks angelic, and I feel guilty as hell.
"No, Mother," I lie.
She rises from her chair and stands behind me, placing her hands on my shoulders, as she leans down and tenderly kisses my cheek.
"Jeffrey, I'm happy you're home for the Christmas holiday, I've been so lonely."
I turn and look into her big brown eyes, filled with tears.
"Mother, I'm glad to be home, too."
That cruel bastard, how could he do this to my mother? They began dating in high school. He was her first and only, and they'd married when she became pregnant with me. Four months ago, after I'd left for college, my father confessed to an affair and said he needed his space to figure out what he wanted. He packed two suitcases and drove off, leaving my mother, after twenty years of marriage.
"Mother, get dressed, we're going shopping!"
Three hours later, I'm dragging a six foot Christmas tree through the front door. Mom's behind me carrying bags filled with lights, garland, and decorations.
I put up the tree, hang the lights, and then sit on the carpet and drink eggnog, as mother continues decorating.
She's a beautiful woman with large perky breasts, a small waist, slender hips, and long shapely legs. Even today, while we were shopping, guys turned to look at her. I assume to many men, she's a thirty-nine year old sexy MILF. To me, she's just my mother...but, that was before last night.
Standing high on the ladder, arms raised as she decorates the tree, her dress hikes up exposing black sheer panties that barely cover her toned ass. Hot damn! Hmmm, my father was definitely a fool for leaving her.
Mother looks down, catching me as I'm peeking up her dress.
Smiling, she declares, "Jeffrey, I need you!"
What? Did I hear her right, or is this another figment of my vivid imagination?
