Mom Caught Watching Porn, He comes home early and finds mother watching taboo videos.
If you’re a single guy, living on his own, don’t – repeat don’t – allow your mother to come and live with you. Even on a temporary basis. Holidays of a defined length are OK, as long as they end on time.
Look, I’m going back a little in time with this tale, to when I was 31, some years away now, and living in deepest Surrey, but owning my own house, working as a school deputy principal, and generally having a ball. I had lady friends, some of whom often stayed overnight, and some of whom didn’t even wait till we were in bed. Know what I mean?!! I was generally randy most of the time, and any female I hooked up with at the gym, the pub, etc. soon realised what was what.
My mother, on the other hand lived in London, worked as a secretary, rented an apartment, and, I understood, lived it up a little, like me. Well, I had to get my sexdrive from somewhere.
Anyway, one evening she telephoned me, in a bit of a panic. She had managed to lose her job, and now was having trouble with her apartment rent. Could I help her? When I cross-examined her about the job loss she became a bit vague, but, reading between the lines, I gathered she had allowed one too many of her work colleagues (all male!) to entertain her and the boss’s wife had found out. Result: no more job. And, of course, no meaningful reference.
I could easily have loaned her the outstanding rent, but thought, stupidly, that it would be nice to have her come live with me for a while. I thought she could get another job in London and commute daily, saving money till she could get another apartment in London and resume her lusty lifestyle. So, the invitation was issued, mother agreed it was a great idea, and I duly helped her take up residence in my spare room. I lived, at that time, in a 3 bedroomed semi, at the end of a quiet tree-lined lane, not too far from the railway station, and mother thought my plan for her was tophole.
Oh dear. Mother never looked for a London job. Apparently the word was out that she was a danger to male workers, married or not, young or old. So a local newspaper was purchased every Friday and the situations vacant columns read. But, with no good reference she was not offered anything. The weeks dragged by, she got one part-time job after another but nothing to earn her the sort of money necessary to start meaningful saving.
I believe it’s time to tell you a bit about her. At the time she was 52, long divorced from my father, who had had worse morals than her, was a trifle overweight, especially in the hips and bum, but certainly turned (male) heads when out and about. I’ve no idea of her bust size but knew they looked good in a tight blouse. All in all a woman to make a man wonder if she would…
Anyway, the part-time nature of her jobs caused her to be in the house often when I was at school, especially the afternoons. I knew she watched TV a fair bit, and one evening I looked at my small collection of porn videos and reckoned they’d been disturbed. Had she looked at them? Maybe watched one? I realised then that with her in the house not only had I stopped bringing lady friends home but her actual presence had stopped me watching the vids. This sequence of thoughts made me realise I was horny, horny as hell. It was several weeks since my last fuck and I wanted one.
What to do?
The school I work in was mixed sex, and some of the senior girls knew exactly how to make a man desire them. However, I knew better than to become involved there. A couple of the female teachers had graced my bed occasionally, but, again, it was dodgy ground.
And then, one evening, the situation got out of control.
I had no classes that afternoon, and decided, on a whim, to go home and finish my notes for a series of classes for the next term. So, at a little after 3pm, far earlier than normal, I coasted my car into my drive and got out. Immediately I saw that the front room curtains were closed, and It occurred that mother might be “entertaining”. I nearly got back in the car and returned to school, but remembering it was my house I went round to use the back door, something I often did. Entering my kitchen I could immediately hear sound, coming from the front room. Ah, I thought, she’s watching television.
I put my document case on the kitchen table and went towards the front room, to ask mother if she’d like a cup of coffee. As I reached the not-quite-closed door I realised the sound was of short jerky sentences, punctuated by what sounded like gasps or panting. Surely she hadn’t brought one of her admirers home?
Slowly I inched the door open, and peeked around it. My TV was behind the door, and the settee thus in front of the window. Mother was on the settee, right before me and I got a tremendous shock. In an instance I realised she was watching one of my porno vids, and it was all too obvious she was enjoying it. Sprawled on the settee she had her blouse completely open, and one big tit completely free of her pale blue bra. Her left hand was fondling that titty, every so often tweaking or twisting the nipple, which was showing signs of arousal. Her other hand was down in the front of matching pale blue panties, and it took me a second to see her skirt was right up round her waist. She was watching the TV but with her eyes half closed, and with appropriate sounds from her open mouth. As I watched she withdrew her hand from the panties and put the fingers, one by one, into her mouth and sucked them, closing her eyes as she did so and murmuring unintelligible words to herself.
My cock in my trousers was already hard, and this action caused it to really stand out. I watched mother, as she now half turned so that she could still see the TV but could run her hand over her bum, pulling aside the panties to fondle her own flesh. Her other hand had to leave her tit to brace herself against the arm of the settee, and the forlorn titty bounced once before she began to rub it, catlike, against the back of my settee.
I walked into the room, and initially mother didn’t see me. But then she saw me, screamed and tried to cover her bare tit and pull her panties straight, all at once. She was too slow because, as I reached her, my hand closed on her bare tit; oh boy, it was hot from her fondling, and the nipple pushed vigorously into the palm of my hand.
“Tony, no, please!” she whimpered, but didn’t attempt to remove my hand. For my part, I grabbed the remote and froze the video, thus stopping most of the lusty noises in the room. Then I pulled her to her feet. Mother again attempted to cover the one exposed tit, but I stopped her.
“What the hell are you doing, mother?” I asked, and she had the grace to look even more embarrassed. “Stand up straight, woman. Leave your body and underwear alone and look at me.”
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