A mother gives her son “hands on” lessons in sex

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Chris decided to surprise his mother with a pizza for dinner, since Friday was her “I’m not cooking, let’s order in” night. He walked down the hall towards the apartment, guitar case in one hand, pizza in the other, fumbling for his keys. He finally put his guitar down long enough to fish his keys out of his pocket and let himself into the apartment. Elizabeth, lost in a fantasy of being fucked by Jason Momoa didn’t hear him come in.

“Mom?” he asked locking the door behind him. “Hey, Harl.” he said putting down his guitar and kneeling down to scritch the cat.

Elizabeth was getting closer and closer, she knew her body all too well and knew just what she needed to do to get herself off. She was lost in her fantasy and didn’t hear her son at all. She was pumping herself faster and faster, her other hand alternating between pinching her nipples and rubbing her clit. She just needed a few more seconds…

Chris put the pizza on the dining room table and headed down the hall towards his mother’s room. “Hey mom, I got us a pi- oh shit…”

She snapped out of her fantasy when she heard his voice and for a long moment mother and son stared at each other, mouths open in shock. Chris took the moment to drink in the sight of his mother’s body before she realized she was naked with her vibrator still in her. She pulled it out and grabbed the blanket to cover herself up.

“Chris! What are you doing in here?” she yelled.

“I’m sorry, I-I just wanted to let you know I was home.” he stammered, looking away.

“GET OUT!” she yelled.

“Sorry mom,” he said and bolted out of the room slamming the door behind him.

For another long moment, he stood there trying to catch his breath amazed at what he had just seen, and also surprised that his dick was hard. “Did that just happen?” he asked himself.

Elizabeth sat there in bed, suddenly feeling bad for yelling at her son. He had surprised her, but she supposed it was also her fault for not closing the door when she came into the room to masturbate.

She was also incredibly turned on. She hadn’t turned the vibrator off when she stopped fucking herself and could still feel it buzzing away in her hand. “Fuck it,” she said out loud to herself, “I’ll apologize later. I need to finish.” She threw the covers off, and went back to work, only this time when she closed her eyes, it wasn’t Jason Momoa she saw, but her son, standing just where he had been moments earlier, naked with his cock in hand.

After catching his breath, Chris stepped across the hall to his room and closed the door behind him and fumbled to get his clothes off as quickly as he could and, much like his mother, threw himself down on the bed. He took his rock hard dick in hand, and, also like his mother, imagined that he had stayed to watch her finish.

In separate rooms mother and son furiously masturbated themselves to intense orgasms thinking about the same thing. Elizabeth, having been working on herself for the past 15 minutes, felt her orgasm hit and turned her head and bit into her pillow to keep from screaming out as her body vibrated, shaking the whole bed. She moaned loudly into the pillow, as she slowly pulled her toy free of her soaking wet pussy. “Holy shit…” she moaned as she turned it off and tried to catch her breath, her body covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

Chris was amazed at how excited he was, as within seemingly the space of just a couple of minutes he was shooting jets of cum out of his cock, covering his hand and his stomach. “Fuck…” he moaned out, hoping his mother didn’t hear him. After his orgasm passed he reached for the small towel he had swiped from the linen closet to clean himself up with. He usually hid the towel in his weekly laundry, since he was responsible for doing his own laundry now. “I’ve never cum like that before.” he said to himself, “Or that much, or that quickly.”

Both mother and son felt some slight regret over imagining the other as they bought themselves off. They both lay naked in their beds staring at the ceiling trying to process what had just happened, and their actions after the fact.

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