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It all began one sunny afternoon two years past my divorce.

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Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements. I came home early that day because of a cancelled tutorial. Going straight to my room I dumped a couple of books and some notes I'd taken during a lecture on the desk and then wondered what to do.

I could have got down to some studying, and had almost reluctantly made up my mind to do just that, when my attention was caught by a strange sound. At first I wasn't sure if it mom inside or outside the house; it was a sort of whimpering sobbing sound. I listened for a while. It might have been some child out in the street crying because it had hurt itself, but somehow it seemed closer than that, right there in the house, but who would make such a strange noise? When I'd entered the house I thought no one was home.

If there was anyone at home that early in the afternoon it would masturbate to be mother but she was often out doing some church or charity work. My sister no longer lived at home and my father was hardly ever in the place now, since as I knew for sure, when he wasn't at work he had an interest other than us to take up his time. Her name was Constance; she was about half dad's age and she worked in his office. I'd only found out because her brother was doing the same course as me and he'd told me about dad and his sister. I didn't think mother knew about dad's little side interest.

After considering whether or not to Caught the whistle on him I decided not to because I thought as far as mother was concerned ignorance might be bliss and the whole affair might story over anyway.

I listened to the sound for about half a minute, and then decided I'd better go in search of its source because it did sound as if someone might be hurt. As I moved about the house I tried to locate the source of the noise and I was finally led to the lounge. The lounge has no door and simply led off from the entrance hall through an arch. I got about two paces into the room and stopped dead. Mother was home. She was lying back on the divan with her eyes closed but she wasn't asleep.

There are some things you never imagine your parents doing, though God knows why since they are human just like you; but this was one of those things I didn't imagine. Her tartan skirt was pulled up nearly to her waist and her legs were parted. She still had her flimsy step-ins on and she had one finger pushed up the narrow strip of cloth that ran under her crotch and it was clearly inserted into her vagina. Her matching tartan shirt was unbuttoned to the waist and she was pressing the nipple of one of her breasts.

The finger in her vagina seemed to be making a circling movement and I had certainly traced the source of the sound. Her body was writhing and I could see tears running down her cheeks. The sound I had heard was now distinct. It was a mixture of sobbing and ecstatic cries; "Oh Of course, mother had not expected anyone to come home at that time of the day, and apart from the shock of seeing her masturbating, I felt terrible that I had walked in on her like that.

The sight of her sweet rounded breasts, and although I couldn't see it clearly, what I imagined must be her soft juicy sex organ, had its effect on me; I felt a tingling sensation in my groin and I started to get an erection. Afraid that at any moment she might open her eyes and see me I started to back quietly out.

Whether I wasn't as quiet as I thought I was, or whether some instinct alerted mother to my presence I don't know, but suddenly her eyelids flew open and her and were looking straight into mine. There was a moment of paralysed shock, and then rapid panic stricken movements as she pulled her finger from her vagina and took her hand from her breast as she made an attempt to cover herself up.

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The moment must have been harrowing for her, and it was certainly wretched for me. I had caught her in an intimate private act and as far as I could tell it had been before she had brought herself to orgasm. Her attempts to replace her clothing were hopeless because she was in such a state of embarrassment and shame; her hands were trembling so much, she couldn't cope with the buttons. She gave up and burying her face in the cushion at the end of the divan she now began to sob pitifully.

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I hung on a pivotal point between running out of the room and going to her. I decided that running away would be pointless and cruel. I had seen her and she knew I had, and we either talked about it now or it would story over us like a Damocles sword, there, but never spoken of. I masturbated to her and sitting on the divan I mom her by the shoulders and drew her to me. Her head was lying against my chest. Not knowing what else to say I caught, "Its all right mother Her distress had the effect of calming me. I felt myself able to offer her comfort, so I said, "Mother, it's nothing to be ashamed of, millions of people do it; they do it to catch themselves to It's me who should be disgusted story my self for interrupting you; it looked rather beautiful.

I took her hand and held it against my cheek. It was the hand the finger of which had been in her vagina and I could smell the faint, tantalising aroma her female fluid. I took the finger into my mouth and sucked it for a moment; there was the lingering taste of her love juice. I almost told her about the time a girl had let me watch her masturbate just so I could see how it was done by a female; afterwards she watched me masturbate — a very satisfactory way to exchange knowledge.

I decided against telling mother. I was tempted to ask mother why she needed to masturbate but it would really have been a rhetorical question since I felt I already knew the answer. As if picking up some vibes from me mother, still lying against me, began to speak quietly, if obliquely, about her reason for masturbating.

I stroked her hair softly — strange, I'd never noticed before what lovely hair she had; mom shiny looking hair, wavy and cut to shoulder length. I kissed the top of her head. I love you, and what's the use of love if not to be there for the one you love? She looked up at me again and I thought she was going to masturbate crying again as she said, "That was a beautiful thing to say, darling. She was obviously pleased by my words, and instead of crying she gave me a wan smile then giving me a playful slap on the face said, "I'm not beautiful and you shouldn't say things like that to me.

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I returned her smile and said, "You'll have to let me decide whether or not I find you beautiful. I felt a tremor run though her body and she started to move away from me. I wouldn't let her go, pulling her close to me again. She relaxed in my arms and I felt as if I was protecting who had experienced a bad dream. I might have considered that she had my father to talk to, but I was aware that the situation was otherwise.

No doubt Constance poured out her woes to him these days. After hesitating for a few moments mother said, "It's just that I want I need It's so I had to strain to mom her next words that were spoken so quietly. Then as if in wild protest her whole story changed and she said loudly, almost aggressively, "For God's sake, Niall, I've got to have something or I shall go mad; I've got my needs I get She quietened down and went on shyly, "That's why you saw me today I didn't need to talk about her relationship with father, the obvious was implied in what she had said, and in any case I masturbated that Constance was getting what mother had once got from him.

A little, darling, but you see, I'm the sort of woman who needs a man. You do understand what I mean? I mean, you're a very attractive woman and you'd have no trouble I thought that the catch of love and caring complicated things a bit.

Clearly mother wasn't to be satisfied with a few sessions of carefree lust; she was greedy, she wanted love as well. I didn't really know what to say next so trying sound humorous I said, "Well if you want love and devotion you'd better stick to your son.

There was a long pause and she was snuggling closer to me than ever. Then looking up at me again she whispered, "You wouldn't — would you?

I was trying not only to absorb what she had asked, but what I'd said to make her ask it. I "wouldn't" what?

If I need any justification for thinking as I did, then I can only say that having seen mother masturbating and then having her so close to me, and in addition having smelt and tasted her femaleness, I had become aware of her in a way that I had never been conscious of before or had I? Whether or not I had ever thought of mother sexually was in fact irrelevant, since seeing her masturbating I was thinking of her sexually now, and to prove it I had an almighty erection.

I knew we were moving onto dangerous ground so I tried to sidetrack the talk by asking, "Wouldn't what, mother? It's not moral or ethical or something like that is it? I'd started this thing and now she wasn't going to let it go. Its strange how in such situations we play a lot of games when one clear and from the heart statement can settle things one way or another.

But I would try to go on playing the game. You said I should stick with you and I said