My Real-life porno with mom

When I started watching that XXX movie of my brother’s, I never dreamed
that I would wind up in a XXX episode of my own–with my own mother!

I was only 17 at the time, a senior in high school. On a Friday night
late, around 1:30, I couldn’t sleep, so I got up and slipped quietly
downstairs, wearing just a pair of jockey shorts. I had a video-porno tape
that belonged to my brother, who was away at college. I popped myself some
popcorn in the kitchen and then put the tape in the VCR and turned it on,
with the sound low so as not to disturb the rest of the family.

The film had been going about 15 minutes, the sexual action was hot and
heavy, and I had become really engrossed (and aroused) when suddenly I
discovered that my mother, in her nightgown, had appeared in the doorway
behind me. I grabbed for the remote control, but I fumbled it and it fell
to the floor. There was Mom, looking at the TV screen where two naked
girls were making life really exciting for a lucky guy. I figured that the
damage had been done now, so I just sat there, trying to hide my hard-on
and waiting to find out what Mom was going to say.

For a couple long minutes she just stood there behind the sofa watching
the sex party get more and more sensual. Finally she said, “Do you really
like this sort of stuff?”

I could tell from her voice that she was highly disapproving, so I tried
to cover by blaming someone else. “It’s really Rick’s movie,” I mumbled.

“But you’re watching it. Do you like it?” Mom persisted.

“Well, yeah,it’s OK, I guess. I couldn’t sleep, so it was just something
to do.”

Mom suddenly laughed. “Do you expect me to believe that? Here’s a typical
horny teenager watching a porno flick, and it’s just for something to do
because he can’t sleep?”

I grinned sheepishly. I know I was blushing red as a fire truck. “Well,
Mom, IxIxAll right, Mom. I’m sorry. I’ll turn it off and go to bed.”

“Oh no!” Mom said mockingly. “I wouldn’t want to deprive my adolescent
boy of his pleasure. Go ahead and watch, if it turns you on.Oh, what have
we here? Popcorn! Well, I’m glad I came down.”

She sat down on the sofa and helped herself to a handful of my popcorn. I
noticed that she had her eyes glued to the TV, where there was almost
nonstop nudity and sexual activity. Then I noticed that her nightgown was
rather sheer, and her nipples, which seemed to be hard, were dimly
visible. Since she was now sitting down, I couldn’t get a good look at her
crotch, but I was sure that her pussy hair must be apparent too, since
she’s a brunette.

For several minutes we just sat there and watched together, as Mom ate my
popcorn, and I was all tense and nervous. I just couldn’t imagine Mom
watching stuff like this. What I had been enjoying immensely, now became
very embarrassing to me, though my cock was still very stiff.

Then Mom really shocked me with another question: “Do you usually jack
off when you’re watching these films?”

I was so shaken up by the question that I actually just blurted out the
truth: “S-s-sometimes.”

“Well then, go ahead if you want to. I don’t want to break up the fun. I
can see that your–uh– thing is all ready for it,” she said, eying the
big bulge in my shorts.

“Mom!” I exclaimed and just sat there in shock, like a statue.

Mom gave another little trill of soft laughter. “Oh, come on, honey. I
know what young boys do. It’s perfectly natural and there’s nothing wrong
with it, so you don’t have to be ashamed.” I had no idea what to say or
do, so I just sat there stupidly.

Mom laughed softly again and moved over closer to me. (She actually
seemed to be having fun with this little game!) “Would you like me to do
it for you?” And damned if she didn’t put her warm hand on my bare leg not
three inches from my cock! I sucked in an astonished breath so quickly
that it made a loud hissing sound, and Mom laughed again. I had never
heard her laugh quite the way she was doing it on this night. It wasn’t
quite a giggle, just a merry little trill, very soft and delighted
sounding.

Mom reached out one finger and touched the tip of my cock very lightly,
but my rod gave a leap at that amazing contact. “You’re not doing a very
good job of answering questions tonight. Or maybe your penis is doing the
answering. Do you want me to jack off your dick or not?”

My voice actually sounded squeaky at the astounding nature of this little
late-night rendezvous.