1. Oh God


    Date: 1/14/2017, Categories: Taboo, Voyeur, Author: kap007, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    how the neighborhood had changed in one short year. Before I knew it I was back outside the front door, traipsing upstairs to put my headphones on and drift into a mindless stupor. The first sign of something odd was that Mom was nowhere in sight. She told me she would be glad to get rid of me for the afternoon so I wasn't getting under her feet while she washed, dusted and performed other wifely duties in one of her rare moments away from work. I shrugged it off and continued upstairs. Then I heard noises. Coming from my parents' bedroom. It sounded like a muffled kind of cry, the kind someone would give if they were in a small amount of pain, but for some reason or other refused to cry out. Fearing the worst I grabbed the nearest "weapon", (an umbrella propped against the wall) and burst into the room, flinging the door open, umbrella swinging wildly. What I saw shocked me more than if there HAD been a stranger in the house. My mother was lying in bed, her back arched and legs spread wider than I would've thought possible. She was stark naked, save for an enticing pink lace bra which obscured my view of her breasts. The bad faced the door, so I was presented with a front-on, front-row seat to her pussy and rear-end. In her right hand she clutched a magnificent metallic blue dildo – large, glistening, with just the right amount of curve in it. Needless to say, upon my intrusion she sat bolt upright, a look of horror at being caught etched in her features, and threw the ...
    sheet she had only moments before been grasping in ecstasy, over her half-naked body. Still wearing an obvious expression of utter disbelief, I turned and fled the room, dimly aware of how tight my pants suddenly were, and just how awkward fleeing was at the time. Her excuses fell on deaf ears. I stumbled into my room and collapsed on my bed, still trying to digest what I had seen. It wasn't so much the fact that I now had concrete evidence that my mother masturbated, I suspected as much given Dad's profession, obviously obligated not to sl**p with his wife, but the fact that I had caught her in the act was both shocking and somewhat disturbing. I flicked my mp3 player on and tried to burn the image out of my eyes with an assault on my eardrums. No dice. A knock at the door. I knew it was inevitable – she would just try and rationalize what I had seen and give me the talk about boys and girls and needs that was long overdue. "Come in", I said meekly, my voice cracking almost imperceptibly. She came in, wearing shorts and a singlet, obviously the first things she could lay her hands on. "John, let me start by telling you how sorry I am for what you just saw. I hope I haven't scarred you too badly. You see...grown ups have certain...desires and –" "Stop Mom...I know all about this stuff...they teach you in school and, well, you find it out eventually...I'm 19 you know?" "Okay, well let me tell you something you didn't know." She paused, as if considering whether or not to divulge ...
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