It was the weekend, but Dad was working away, as he often did.To cheer Mum up, I brought her a cup of coffee in bed, I knocked and entered; for a fraction of a second, I saw her, naked, with her legs splayed open and, her hand between them.She slammed her legs closed, and pulled up the covers. We both tried to ignore the moment; I put the coffee on the bedside table and tried to chat. But, I knew she had a dildo shoved deep into her vagina. I could hear its hum; I could feel the low buzz through the mattress and, into my thigh.Mum couldn’t concentrate and, all I could think of was the buzzing toy in her sticky hole. I knew my prick was growing and shuffled my position to hide it. Instead, its bell end burst through the fly hole of my boxers.I saw my mother’s eyes widen at the size of it. She knew, there was no disguising the toy between her legs, or my arousal at the thought of it.I made my excuses, pushing my stiffy back into my underwear, I left the room. Closing the door behind me, and listened for a moment, I heard her groan and sigh with relief. Then the sound of footsteps coming towards çapa escort me, I had waited too long.I half ran down the landing to my room and closed the door, then stood still, safe behind the door. My prick was so stiff it ached; with one hand on the door handle, I stroked my cock with the other. Suddenly, I felt movement on the door handle; I just knew my mother was holding the other side.I looked down; under the door, I could see the shadow of her legs. Was she waiting to surprise me, cock in hand? What would I do? What would she do?I was terrified, but still unable to stop myself rubbing my shaft. I could bear the tension no longer, my prick fired a huge bolt of spunk; it splattered on the floor and spread under the door, another followed, then another.Standing where she was, my mother couldn’t have missed it.I fled to the en-suite and cleaned up. When I thought it was safe, I grabbed some tissues to clean the floor, but my cum had gone. Only a thin smear marked where it had been. My mother must have wiped it up with her fingers.I fındıkzade escort was almost terrified to go downstairs again, but she was calling for some help with unpacking the supermarket delivery in the hallway.She put the box down, bending at the hips, and sorted through it. She wasn’t wearing knickers, and her pussy was shaved. Her lips were framed between her thighs, they glistened with moistness; was that my sperm? I yearned to take her. So did my cock, it broke free again out of my boxers.When the groceries were unpacked, my mother laid the table for breakfast. The normal cloth on the glass table was missing, we sat eating breakfast, her pussy exposed to my gaze, my erection sticking proudly out of my shorts.I wanted to push my cock into her. Was that wrong? My body is made from hers, it should be no worse than masturbation?When dad came home, the following week, things cooled. Mum wore knickers, and the cloth was back on the glass table top. But, another trip away for dad was imminent.This time it may not be so aksaray escort bad, I had a girlfriend. We were snogging by the second date; I held her breasts on the third date and touched her pussy on the fourth. I felt like my life was coming together.Dad’s trip was confirmed, he would be away a couple of weeks at least. Mum gave him a farewell fuck. Unknown to him she left the bedroom door ajar; I watched them.Mum knelt on the bed, head turned to face the open door, Dad pounding her from behind. Her breasts hung out from her red lace bra, they matched the thong, which swung from one of her ankles. Dad groaned and the two of them slumped on the bed.Dad left at first light the next morning, I found her Mum’s bra and knickers set in the wash bin, the stale smell of her sex had aphrodisiac properties for me. That night, I sniffed them before beating myself to sleep.The next evening, to my horror, I found Mum had made my bed, I remembered her thong would have still have been in it. Panicked, I checked the room, and found them, neatly folded under my pillow. The game had started again.My girlfriend and I had got to the stage of making each other cum; Mum’s constant teasing made me randy all the time. If she wore a sleep tee-shirt, she would lean forward so I could see her breasts swing, or bend over showing me she had no knickers on. I just longed for the first time Jude and I made out, perhaps that might ease my pain.