Watchin Porn With Mom

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Chapter one:

I’d gotten home a little early after school and thought I’d take advantage of the empty house. A buddy of mine had given me a porn DVD that I couldn’t wait to watch on our 52” TV with surround sound. I was sure no one was gonna be home for a few hours so I flopped the movie into the DVD player, took my shirt off, loosened my pants and got comfortable on the couch.

The movie was hot. It showed this really good looking older woman doing all kinds of stuff to this young dude. It wasn’t long before I had my pants off and my dick in my hand, when all of a sudden...
“What the hell do you think you’re doing Robert?”

I jerked my head around and saw my mom standing off to the side of the couch with her hands on her hips, glaring down at me. My mouth dropped open.
“Is this what you do on MY couch when nobody’s home?”
I was in shock. I let go of my dick and reached wildly for my pants. My mother took a quick step towards me putting her foot down on my crumpled pants pinning them to the floor. She slipped her glasses down her nose and pressed me for an answer. “Well?”
 

My mother is a paralegal. She’s pretty stern most of the time, a little uppity and somewhat unpredictable. She’s very moody. She’s forty-one and quite beautiful really. She used to be a model. Dad made her give it up when they got married. I think she’s still a little bitter. Looming over me in the living room now, she looked a little more than just bitter.

I didn’t know what to say. I mean, really, wasn’t it obvious what I was doing? I sat there looking at her with my hands in my lap trying to hide my dick the best I could. In hind-site, I guess I should have been reaching for the remote. My mom glanced in my lap then shot a quick look at the TV. The movie was still playing. I sat there as the sound echoed around the room.

“Do you want me to suck your cock?” The woman was asking the young boy on the TV. My mother whipped her head back around to me with a nasty look.
“Nice movie.” She said sarcastically.
To my horror, she spotted the DVD case lying beside me on the couch. She reached over, picked it up, and looked at it disapprovingly.
“Well, isn’t this sweet…” More sarcasm.
She studied the cover and read the title, out loud.

“A Mother’s Seduction”.

I felt the last of my boner disappear. If my dick had had legs, I’m sure he would have taken off and left me on the couch a lone to deal with this.
“A… Moth… er’s Se… duc… tion…” She repeated, emphasizing each syllable. She turned back to the television screen in time to see this woman, about her age {Early forties}, swallowing the boy’s cock. And I mean SWALLOWING!

She looked back at me again harshly. I wanted to die. I reached for the remote to turn the TV off but my mother stopped me:
“What do you think you’re doing?” She growls at me.
I was a little confused by the question.
“I’m… …I’m turning it off.”
“Did I tell you to turn it off?” She barks.
“Well no, but I thought…”
“You thought! You thought WHAT Robert?”
I assumed it was rhetorical.
“You thought you’d sit in MY living room naked and jerk off on My couch, right?”

I didn’t know what to say to that. I mean… …Yeah, that’s exactly what I thought, but I figured this was no time to be a smart-ass.
“I don’t think you ‘thought’ at all…” She went on, “Suppose I had walked into this living room with a friend or, God forbid, someone I worked with?”

She stood silent, waiting for an answer. Before I could say anything the boy’s voice on TV filled the living room, “Let me fuck you now, Mom.”
Mom turned her attention to the TV screen. “Mom?” She questioned the TV.
The older woman was bending over the arm of the couch and “The boy” was stepping up behind her. We both watched as she reached back and guided his hard dick into her pussy.

My mother stood wide eyed for a few seconds then glared back at me.
“What kind of perverted movies do you watch?” She asked coldly.
She took another look at the DVD cover in her hand then turned it over and began to read the back… ….Out loud.
“’A Mother’s Seduction’. The steamy story of a lonely frustrated Mother and her hidden desire, and the son who is determined to break down her defenses and take advantage of her weaknesses.”

I sat there, waiting for the hammer to drop. I was thoroughly embarrassed and terrified at the same time. She looked down at me from the DVD case coldly, then let her eyes drift to the TV.

The “Son” was working his hard dick in and out of his “Mother” from behind. The “Mother” was begging him to do it harder. {Had he done it any harder, he would have drove his “Mother” into the next room.}

“This is the kind of stuff you like to watch?” She asks; a kind of loathing dripping off each word; her eyes never leaving the TV screen. I didn’t dare answer.
“This is the kind of shit that excites you Robert; a mother that lets her son do that to her?” She went on. “That’s sick Robert. I suppose I’ll need to make you an appointment with Dr. Washburn” Her Psychiatrist. She says disappointingly; her eyes never leaving the television once as she belittled me.

I was speechless. I felt like some kind of pervert; like I’d been caught peeking into one of the neighbors bedroom windows late at night. I could just picture her telling my Dad and all three of us sitting in therapy for the next ten years. I just sat there naked with my hands in my lap. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to get another hard-on again.

She turned to me and gave me a long hard look. “ Well. . .” She scrutinized,
“. . .You must be in pervert heaven, huh?.” She says, totally catching me off guard.
She read my face and continued, “I mean after all, hear you are, jerking off to an Incest movie and your MOM walks in and catches you. No doubt that scenario has been played out somewhere in the beginning of this dreadful movie?”

She glanced back at the TV screen. The “Son” was sitting on the couch, his “Mom” now kneeling in front of him, between his legs. “Jerk off for me sweetie.” She says. “I want to watch you cum.” She adds as she licks her lips.

“Oh, look there. He’s jerking off for his Mommy, Robert.” She spoke with such contempt as she watched. “How appropriate, don’t you think? I suppose you would like to do that as well.” She mocked.

Mom stood there with the DVD case in her hand and her foot planted firmly on my pants pinning them to the floor, watching, until the “Son” shot his load.
I heard mom, “Oh!” as the kid shot a huge load into the air in front of his ‘Mother’. Before the boy was finished, the ‘Mom’ lunged forward with her mouth open and caught some of the boy’s cum in her mouth and on her lips.
“I can’t believe. . . . . . people do stuff like that.” She said softly.

I’m not sure why but I thought about my dad. I pictured my mom, in curlers and face cream, laying on her back in her bed with her robe open and her legs reluctantly spread; a stopwatch in one hand and a club in the other.
“Go-a-head…” She tells my poor Dad. “…You have three minutes.”

I wasn’t sure if she was talking to me or herself.
She stood there and watched as the “Mother” licked the boy’s cock clean.
I watched my Mom as she stood there watching. I didn’t think I could feel any more uncomfortable. That is until my mom turned and looked at me.

“Well, go ahead Robert.” She says as she glances into my lap.
I thought that was my cue to grab my pants and run to my room. {Perhaps hang myself or at the very least, cut my balls off} But as I reached down towards my pants my Mom tells me, “No.”
“You’re not getting off that easy.” She says as she grabs the remote and fast forwards the movie to the next sex seen. When she stops the movie, The “Mom” is giving her “son” a hand job behind some boxes in the garage. “We have to make this fast…” She whispers to her son, “…before your dad comes out here, and catches us.”

“There ya go.” My Mom says and stands there looking at me.
“What?”
“Well, go ahead.”
“Go ahead and what?”
“Go ahead and jerk off. . .”
I felt my mouth drop open and I’d stopped breathing.
“I thought that’s what you wanted to do. That’s what it looked like when I came in here.” She says to me, and then just stands there looking at me.

Well. . . I’m dumbfounded. I’m just staring up at her, covering my shriveled dick with my hands as best I could {Which was kind of pointless considering my dick and balls had high-tailed it up into my stomach someplace} and waiting for all this to end; hoping for something as simple as an earthquake, praying a meteor would slam into the earth; with any luck…maybe I would just die right there on the couch from a heart attack, leaving my mother to explain the circumstances to the authorities. The heart attack would be my choice out of the three……Less mess and carnage to clean up. I’m considerate that way.

“What’s the problem Robert?” She asks; still a hint of bitch in her voice.
I thought this was the kinda stuff you liked.” She says as she nods her head towards the TV.

“God Mom!” The boy says; filling the living room with his trembling voice. The mom looks back over her shoulder at the kitchen door to make sure they’re still alone. Then she turns and gives her ‘son’s’ cock her full attention.

I couldn’t respond.
“I just figured since you liked jerking off to this kind of stuff, that you’d like it even more with your MOM watching. So, ga-head.”

I’m confused. I can’t tell if she really wants me to or if she’s just trying to make me as uncomfortable as she can. I’m thinking the latter although she couldn’t have made me feel any more uncomfortable if she inviting grandma, my school football team, and Pastor DeFayo to come watch.

“What? Not ‘dark’ enough for you? Not wrong enough Robert?” She asks me.
There’s something in her voice that makes me think she’s really enjoying this whole thing way too much. I’m not sure if it’s the power she’s wheedling or the heavy dose of humiliation she’s dishing out. I suppose it’s like Peanut butter & Jelly… They’re better together.

So…I’m sitting there staring up at her like an idiot. Deer in the headlights.
“Well?. . . .Ga-head, I’m waiting!” She nods her head towards my lap.
I’m frozen. I’m afraid to move and I’m afraid to say anything. I’m thinking this must be a trick, some kind of ‘Test’ or something. You know, to find out just how much therapy I’ll really need.

She turns her attention back to the TV briefly. The “Mom” is stroking her son’s dick faster now. “Tell me when you’re gonna cum Honey…” She says to her son. “…You can cum in my mouth so there’s no mess.” She smiles up at her son.

“Wow! Look at that…” Mom says; still no shortage of sarcasm. I still feel like I’m sitting in the display window at Macy’s trying to pick lint out of my asshole with my elbow.

She looks down into my lap again. “We don’t have all night here.” She tells me as she looks at her watch. I’m starting to think she’s serious.
“Your Father will be home pretty soon.”
“Mom?”
“What?” She says nonchalantly; almost joyfully.

I’m still not sure what to say. I’m wishing this will all just go away.
Once, a long time ago, I got myself lost in the Mall. I was four I think. I walked around crying for what seemed like hours. I thought I’d never see my home again. It was the worst day of my life………I now wished for that day.
“What’s the matter? Are you having a problem? Don’t tell me you can’t get it up with your MOM standing here?”
My eyes almost popped out of my head. Did she just say that? I’ve never heard my mother talk like this and I never expected to.

Truth be known… …I DO like these kinds of movies… “Forbidden sex” and all that. And I HAVE jerked off thinking about my Mom. My Mom is a very good looking woman, hot, with a kick-ass body. All my friends give me shit about it;
“Can you fix me up with your Mom?”
“Do you have any pictures of your Mom naked?”
“Do you have any of your Mom’s underwear we can have?” Shit like that.

I’ve dreamed about situations that have led to just such a thing, but they never went quite like this. And when I didn’t think it could get any worse;
“Move your hands Robert. I can’t see.” She says with a tiny smirk on the corner of her full lips. More humiliation. She was having fun.
“Mom, I…”
“I said MOVE YOUR HANDS!” The stern authority was heavy in her voice. “Now!” She demanded

I slowly, reluctantly, did what I was told to do. I slid my hands away to reveal my sorry, lifeless dick. I remember thinking this would be a pretty good time for a 747 to fall on the house.

My mother’s eyes were focused between my legs.
“Huh, I don’t understand…” She teased. “I thought you liked this. You certainly looked like you were enjoying it when I walked in” She says. “Do we need to go in the garage or something? Get down behind some boxes? Or maybe out on the front porch so everyone can watch? I suppose you’re into that too.”

I figured she was baiting the trap. And she was doing it with great glee.
“Mom…”
“What Robert?”
“Can I go upstairs?”
“Why? So you can jerk off in the privacy of your room. I don’t think so. That seems a little too ‘Normal’, don’t you think?”
“I get it MOM.”
Her brow narrowed, making her look more sinister. “I don’t think you do.” She stated; her tone even and sharp.

I closed my eyes and sighed. “But I’m not…” I began, but she cut me off.
“You’re not WHAT Robert? I thought this was the kinda shit that turned you on. What are you waiting for?”
“But… …I can’t…”
“Well I hope you’re not waiting for me to do it for you.”
“No!” I almost shouted.

She stared at me for a few seconds. I couldn’t read her at all. She looked at her watch again.
“It’s getting late.” She says. “I don’t think you’re trying hard enough.” She says; my protests ignored.
“I guess I’m not as hot as the Mom in the movie, huh? Maybe you should watch the movie a little more. I’m sure that will help.”
“Mom?”
Her eyes narrowed again, “What?”
There was a long awkward silence.

“You’re going to sit there and do it or you’ll be sitting here like this when your father comes walking through that front door. And if I were you, I would pray he doesn’t bring anybody home with him, your choice. Maybe you’ll think twice before you do something like this again in my living room.”

She sounded callous and uncaring. Down-right heartless. My Dad would be home in less than an hour and a half, assuming, God forbid he didn’t come home early. I don’t know what she was expecting from me, but I tried to do as I was told.

I watched the movie, to keep from looking at my Mom.
She looked at me then looked down at my shriveled dick.
“Well…” She waited.
I halfheartedly began to rub my lifeless dick. It would seem my dick had blacked out, gone to its happy place leaving me to deal with all this. My lucky dick.

The “Mom” was kneeling down on the concrete floor of the garage now, one hand on the boys thigh, the other stroking his dick; hoping to make him cum quickly. “Come on Honey, before someone comes in.”
The boy groaned and leaned into his mother’s hand.
“That’s it Baby. Give it to Mommy.” She cooed.

The living room was filled with the “Mother’s” voice. Mom and I listened as she whispered to her “son”;
“Does it feel good Baby? Do you like me doing this to you?” She purred.
“I wish we had enough time to fuck again sweetie, but we can’t get caught doing this.” She tells him with great disappointment. She looks at his cock and chews lightly on her bottom lip while she obviously rethinks the situation. “Maybe you can put it in me for just a minute…” She moans.

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see my Mom watching the television intently. She seems to have momentarily forgotten all about me. Instead of getting up and running to my room like I should have, I turn my head and focus on her.

My eyes scan over her body. She looks good in her work clothes. Her long blonde hair lays sprawled over her shoulders. A dark tight skirt that hangs past her knees hides much of her beautiful legs, a silky white blouse that lays loose over her frame, the first two buttons undone, exposing a hint of the thin white under blouse that hid the roundness of her breast, and of course, the black high heels. She looks professional, yet soft and sexy. The hot Librarian look.

As I stare at her and rubbed my dick, I notice, to my surprise and horror, that my dick was starting to react. It wasn’t in a coma after all. I could feel the blood rushing back to my loins. I’m not sure how to handle this unexpected turn of events. Before I have time to give it much thought, she turns towards me and catches me staring at her. She shifts her eyes to my lap.

Her eyebrows go up, “Well, well...” She says. “…What do ya know about that?”
I froze; dick in hand.
“Isn’t that interesting?” She says. “Oh. . . . . . Don’t stop now.” She tells me.
She shoots another glance at her watch, “You’re running out of time.”

I’m embarrassed, afraid that I’ve failed the test. I brace myself for the wrath.
“Ga head… …get your hand around it.” She tells me.
I find her words and her tone strangely engaging. I comply.
I close my fingers around my dick and am amazed at just how hard I’m really getting.

“You better hurry before your father gets home.” She says. Her tone and manner seems to have changed a little bit. She seems more… …pleasant.

“That’s it, come on and fuck me!” The mom in the movie says. Her words echo off the walls.
We both turn and watch. The Mom is laying back on the hood of the car as the boy starts to fuck her.

Now I’m watching Mom watch the movie. She doesn’t seem so tense. She seems truly interested in what she’s watching. She looks a bit . . . . . .Dare I say. . .Subdued.
She turns her attentions back to me and once again finds me staring at her.
My dick is hard and swollen now; the tip is getting red and slippery. I continue to stroke myself as my eyes glide up and down her body.

“Why are you looking at me?” She asks me with a little less attitude. She seems like she really wants to know.
More interested in the way my dick feels then the trouble I might get into, I tell her the truth,
“Because of the way you look.” I tell her.

She raises her eyebrows and draws her head back a little. I think I caught her off guard. Her body language changes slightly, taking on less of an aggressive stance, more of a passive, almost “little girl” posture, less arrogant. Her tone is more mild, the tone of someone that’s modestly accepting a complement with just a hint of surprise.

“And… How do I look?” She asks as she straightens her blouse inadvertently gliding her hand over the ample cleavage the blouse barely covers.
“You look… …really hot.”
She has no reply. She seems a bit embarrassed by my honesty.
Her eyes move down to my lap.
“It looks like you’ve managed to get it hard after all.” She says; trying to regain some of the callousness in her voice. I like the way she says it.

She stares between my legs, “Really hard.” She adds with a tiny measure of either surprise or acceptance, I’m not really sure which. Maybe both.

“I’m gonna cum Mom!” The boy says. My Mom turns quickly to the television. I keep looking at her. My Mom watches as the boy steps back and the mother quickly scrambles between her son’s legs. She takes hold of the boy’s wet prick, opens her mouth, closes her lips over the head of her son’s cock, and jerks him off into her mouth. She lets his cum pour out over her bottom lip for the camera and it’s quite a load.

“My god!” I hear my Mom whisper.
She turns to me, “I bet that’s the kind of stuff you’d like ME to do, Isn’t it Robert?” She says. She’s trying to sound stern again, appalled, but seems to be falling shy of the mark. We stare at each other for what seems like a long time. My hand is steady moving up and down in my lap. I’d love her too but I don’t have the nerve to say it out loud.

“Are you going to cum… … looking at me?” She asks in a low, soft voice now; almost like she’s thinking out loud. Hearing her say that makes me shiver. I shake my head ‘yes’ with tiny, quick shakes. That’s the best I can do. I find her tone oddly soothing and exciting at the same time now.

“You’re gunna get cum all over my couch.”
I have no intention of stopping even if I could. I’m finding the experience pretty intense, to say the least.
She looks at her watch again.
“We’re running out of time Robert.” She tells me as she stares at my hard dick.

I notice that this time she said “We’re” running out of time. My minds is running wild as she stands there watching me.
She takes a quick look at the TV. Then, as if she’s making excuses, “I don’t want my couch ruined…” She says softly. She pushes back her sleeves, throws her glasses on the coffee table, and drops to her knees in front me. She pushes my hand away and takes hold of my hard dick in her soft hand. I feel her fingers close around my cock. I think I’m dreaming as I watch her. I find myself now praying a 747 doesn’t fall on the house after all.

“You can’t tell your father…” She whispers; staring at my erection as she opens her mouth and lowers her beautiful face. I can feel her moan a quiet surrender as she nuzzles between my legs and fills her mouth. She sucks softly at first and then with more enthusiasm. The sight of my mother’s beautiful lips wrapped around my dick is too much and I can’t hold back.

“I’m cumming!”
“Um-hum―” She acknowledges my words but seems surprised when my dick explodes in her mouth. She jerks her head back, and a thick rope of cum hits her forehead and splashes into her hair. There’s a lot,
“Oh God!” She whispers, closes her mouth over my dick again and swallows as she jerks me off. Some cum dribbles from the corner of her mouth. She catches it with her free hand as it drips off her chin.
“Ump…um.” She keeps stroking me; making me cum and swallowing what she can until she’s gotten it all. She moves her head up and down over my dick a few more times as she looks up at me.

I’m in shock, just staring down at her. I just can’t believe it.
“That was a lot.” She says quietly.
She turns her attention back to my dick as she slowly moves her hand up and down, squeezing it gently. She looks like she’s in her own little world; nothing like the bitch that hovered over me a few minutes ago. She milks the last few drops of thick cum from my dick. She smears it around the head of my dick with her thumb then slowly lowers her head and sucks the tip of my dick back in her mouth. The sensation makes me tremble.

She gracefully lets my prick fall from her hand and slowly stands. She looks at the cum in her hand and her whole attitude changes again.

“I can’t believe you did this!” She says to me as she licks the cum off her lips.
“What?”
“I said I can’t believe you did this.”
“You can’t believe I did what?”
“This.” She shifts her eyes from mine to my wet dick and then to her hands. She looks almost disgusted now as she shows me her messy hands.

Once again, I was confused. I took offense to her attitude. I was instantly pissed.
She couldn’t just send me to my room when she caught me… But Nooooo… She had to embarrass me and intimidate me and scare the shit out of me. Cum on the couch?!? She should be glad there’s not a pile of shit between the cushions.

If she wanted to blow me or just watch me jerk off, all she had to do was just come right out and say that. I’d dream about that very thing a thousand times.
I have to admit, it was great, but there was no need to humiliate me and make me think she was going to keep me there ‘til my father got home.
What’s up with that shit?

“I won’t say anything to your father…” She tells me like she’s doing me a big favor. “…As long as you’ve learned your lesson.” She adds.
{For the life of me I can’t figure out any “Lesson” here. If blowing me was supposed to be some kind of deterrent to keep me from jerking off in the living-room…Well…I thought she was gunna have to rethink that plan a bit.}

My mouth drops open. I’m pissed off to no end.
“You go right ahead and tell Dad.” I burst out.
She was stunned. Not only by my defiance but by what I might be implying.
“Listen here Bobby…” She started.
“Bobby” she calls me now…Not Robert.
“No you listen!…” I went off. “…I’ can’t believe you’d blame all this on me. I’m sorry you caught me jerking off, I really am, but you’re the one that wouldn’t let me have my pants. You’re the one that told me to watch the movie and rub my dick! And you’re the one who dropped down on her knees and…”
We both heard the garage door opening. My Dad was home.
“Oh my God!”
“Shit!”

I grabbed for my pants. Mom looks at the cum on her hands and then quickly wipes off her forehead with the back of her hand.
“Hurry up!” She tells me, standing there like she doesn’t know what to do with her hands. I picked up my pants but have no time to put them on. Mom grabs them from me and wipes her hands. I grabbed the DVD out of the DVD player and snatched up the case. Mom took off for the steps with me right behind.

“We have to talk!” She tells me from the bathroom threshold.
I gave her a dirty look as I ran past her heading for my room.
“Bobby?”
I stopped and turned towards her, we stare at each other for a long second.
“You better not say anything.” She tries to sound threatening but there’s too much going through my head right now to care.
I heard the kitchen door open just before I closed my bedroom door.... TO BE CONTINUED , but pls dont forget to comment on it it will encourage me to write the next part, 

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