It was the noise that distracted me. It was so soft at first I thought I was imagining it. But it was there: a slow and steady hum broken with little noises I couldn’t identify at first, until they started coming faster and faster. They were moans. My mother’s moans, accompanying her vibrator as she pleasured herself in the next room. It was the sexiest thing I had ever heard.
I was 26, recently separated from my wife. We’d married too young and three years in found me cheating on her with a woman from work. I’d always had a high sex drive and thought getting married would cure my wandering eye. It didn’t turn out that way. My wife found the condoms in my car and kicked me out of the house. With nowhere to go, I turned to my mother.
Mom was divorced from my stepfather and at 46 was beginning her life over again. My 22-year old sister had just moved out so she had an empty room. I promised that I would only crash long enough to patch things up with my wife or until I found a new place to stay.
Mom was very cool about it, telling me I could stay as long as I needed, but I could tell she was a little frustrated by my presence. She had been looking forward to having the place to herself, to discovering who she would be without a husband and without kids at home. I was definitely putting a crimp in her plans but I had nowhere else to stay.
About a week after I’d moved in, we were having some wine and I finally told Mom everything about the break-up, confessing to my cheating and being honest about it for once. Her response surprised me.
“Sweetie, I can’t say I’m shocked,” she said. “You’ve never been able to be with one girl for very long. I love your wife, don’t get me wrong, but I always felt you got into this too young. You just have that high family sex drive. It’s a blessing and a curse, baby, I know. You’re not the only one who’s screwed things up by needing more than your partner can give.”
We’d never been shy about talking about sex at home but Mom had never admitted that she had the same kind of sex drive that I had before. I chalked it up to the wine but I couldn’t resist teasing her a little.
“So is that why you’re single again?” I asked. “You just too much woman for my poor old stepdad?”
“Damn right I am!” she laughed. She stood, a little unsteadily, and struck a cheesecake pose. “Ain’t many men can handle all of this, baby!” She sat down again, giggling as she took another sip of merlot.
I had to admit, Mom looked great. She wasn’t a workout fiend but she was lifting weights before it became cool and had been a runner since high school. She was toned and fit. I’d never asked but I figured she was about a 34B or so, perfect on her 5’3″ frame. Combined with a pixie cut of her brunette hair, flashing blue eyes and a smile that always seemed to be lurking on her lips, Mom could get any man she wanted and she knew it. There was an easy confidence about her that was sexy, as well. She loved to flirt and had never let being married stop her. Now I knew that she’d gone beyond flirting.
“So is my being here causing a dent in your schedule?” I asked.
She laughed. “No, baby. Mama is on a break from dating for a bit. I could use the affection but it’s hard to find men my age that haven’t let themselves go or have other issues. I’m kind of finding out who I am right now. Not who I belong to or anything like that. Just me. It’s kind of nice.”
I saluted her with my glass. “Well here’s to you discovering how awesome you are!”
She clinked my glass. “And you too, baby. Find out who you are right now. Be honest about your needs, your wants. Don’t get to my age and wonder what you’re doing. You got a lot going for you, sweetie. Take your time to figure it out. I wish I’d thought about it a bit more when I was your age. I feel like I kind of denied some real important parts of myself for far too long. Don’t make the same mistakes your mama made.”
We talked for another hour or so and then went off to bed. As I undressed, I had to admit that Mom was right. I’d never completely accepted the fact that sex was really important to me. I’d always been kind of ashamed of my needs. I needed to stop lying to myself.
I lay in bed and slowly stroked my hard cock. I couldn’t go to sleep without an orgasm. I thought about booting up my laptop, looking at some porn but being a little drunk, I couldn’t rouse myself from just laying there. I began running fantasies through my mind until I heard the low hum. I dismissed it as a house noise but it was different than anything I’d heard the past week. If I had been sober, I think I would have realized the source sooner.
That first moan caught my ear. Then another. And another. Not loud but in the quiet house I could make them out. As it came to me that I was hearing my mother masturbate with her toy, I felt my cock throb in my hand. It felt kind of naughty to keep on stroking but I couldn’t help it. I was already horny and hearing even these soft sounds of sex made me even harder.
Slowly her moans got faster and faster. I couldn’t believe how erotic it was to hear. I’d never heard my mother like this before. I’d heard my dad and my stepmom fucking quite a few times so a little passive eavesdropping wasn’t new to me but for some reason this was even more arousing.
I found myself stroking in rhythm to her moans, not even trying to fantasize about anything else. I just enjoyed the sounds of her pleasure as I felt my own orgasm approaching. Her moans turned to soft yips and then I heard her orgasm with a muted groan, no doubt muffling herself with a pillow or her hand. That proved too much and I cam along with her, muting my own grunts of ecstasy as best I could. It was only after I’d finished cumming, laying there, panting, that I realized how loud I might of been. But as I slipped into my post-orgasmic slightly drunken slumber, I felt nothing but satisfaction and pleasure.
The next morning, we both bustled about, getting ready for work. We didn’t talk much, kind of avoiding each other until we both ended up in the kitchen at the same time. Mom looked at me with a little guilty smile and I blushed a little. We looked at each other… and burst out laughing. We couldn’t stop giggling, both of us having to sit down. As our laughs subsided, I looked in her eyes and we both lost it again, doubling over as we giggled like teenage schoolgirls.
Finally, after a few fits and starts, we both settle down. Wiping her eyes, Mom said, “So, do anything fun last night?” making us both lose it all over again. Finally able to breath evenly again, we just smiled at each other.
“Well, I guess that was bound to happen,” I said. “We’re both adults with… um… higher… uh.”
“We’re both horndogs, you mean,” laughed Mom. “It’s all right honey. You’re right, we need to be grown up about this. Let’s just forget about the whole thing and move on. Deal?”
“Deal.”
With that, we finished getting ready and waved to each other as we drove our separate ways. I turned on the stereo and couldn’t help but laugh as I got on the freeway.
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