Mom Caught Watching taboo Porn

If you’re a single guy, living on his own, don’t – repeat don’t – allow your mother to come and live with you. Even on a temporary basis. Holidays of a defined length are OK, as long as they end on time.

Look, I’m going back a little in time with this tale, to when I was 31, some years away now, and living in deepest Surrey, but owning my own house, working as a school deputy principal, and generally having a ball. I had lady friends, some of whom often stayed overnight, and some of whom didn’t even wait till we were in bed. Know what I mean?!! I was generally randy most of the time, and any female I hooked up with at the gym, the pub, etc. soon realised what was what.

My mother, on the other hand lived in London, worked as a secretary, rented an apartment, and, I understood, lived it up a little, like me. Well, I had to get my sexdrive from somewhere.

Anyway, one evening she telephoned me, in a bit of a panic. She had managed to lose her job, and now was having trouble with her apartment rent. Could I help her? When I cross-examined her about the job loss she became a bit vague, but, reading between the lines, I gathered she had allowed one too many of her work colleagues (all male!) to entertain her and the boss’s wife had found out. Result: no more job. And, of course, no meaningful reference.

I could easily have loaned her the outstanding rent, but thought, stupidly, that it would be nice to have her come live with me for a while. I thought she could get another job in London and commute daily, saving money till she could get another apartment in London and resume her lusty lifestyle. So, the invitation was issued, mother agreed it was a great idea, and I duly helped her take up residence in my spare room. I lived, at that time, in a 3 bedroomed semi, at the end of a quiet tree-lined lane, not too far from the railway station, and mother thought my plan for her was tophole.

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Oh dear. Mother never looked for a London job. Apparently the word was out that she was a danger to male workers, married or not, young or old. So a local newspaper was purchased every Friday and the situations vacant columns read. But, with no good reference she was not offered anything. The weeks dragged by, she got one part-time job after another but nothing to earn her the sort of money necessary to start meaningful saving.

I believe it’s time to tell you a bit about her. At the time she was 52, long divorced from my father, who had had worse morals than her, was a trifle overweight, especially in the hips and bum, but certainly turned (male) heads when out and about. I’ve no idea of her bust size but knew they looked good in a tight blouse. All in all a woman to make a man wonder if she would…

Anyway, the part-time nature of her jobs caused her to be in the house often when I was at school, especially the afternoons. I knew she watched TV a fair bit, and one evening I looked at my small collection of porn videos and reckoned they’d been disturbed. Had she looked at them? Maybe watched one? I realised then that with her in the house not only had I stopped bringing lady friends home but her actual presence had stopped me watching the vids. This sequence of thoughts made me realise I was horny, horny as hell. It was several weeks since my last fuck and I wanted one.

What to do?

The school I work in was mixed sex, and some of the senior girls knew exactly how to make a man desire them. However, I knew better than to become involved there. A couple of the female teachers had graced my bed occasionally, but, again, it was dodgy ground.

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And then, one evening, the situation got out of control.

I had no classes that afternoon, and decided, on a whim, to go home and finish my notes for a series of classes for the next term. So, at a little after 3pm, far earlier than normal, I coasted my car into my drive and got out. Immediately I saw that the front room curtains were closed, and It occurred that mother might be “entertaining”. I nearly got back in the car and returned to school, but remembering it was my house I went round to use the back door, something I often did. Entering my kitchen I could immediately hear sound, coming from the front room. Ah, I thought, she’s watching television.

I put my document case on the kitchen table and went towards the front room, to ask mother if she’d like a cup of coffee. As I reached the not-quite-closed door I realised the sound was of short jerky sentences, punctuated by what sounded like gasps or panting. Surely she hadn’t brought one of her admirers home?

Slowly I inched the door open, and peeked around it. My TV was behind the door, and the settee thus in front of the window. Mother was on the settee, right before me and I got a tremendous shock. In an instance I realised she was watching one of my porno vids, and it was all too obvious she was enjoying it. Sprawled on the settee she had her blouse completely open, and one big tit completely free of her pale blue bra. Her left hand was fondling that titty, every so often tweaking or twisting the nipple, which was showing signs of arousal. Her other hand was down in the front of matching pale blue panties, and it took me a second to see her skirt was right up round her waist. She was watching the TV but with her eyes half closed, and with appropriate sounds from her open mouth. As I watched she withdrew her hand from the panties and put the fingers, one by one, into her mouth and sucked them, closing her eyes as she did so and murmuring unintelligible words to herself.

My cock in my trousers was already hard, and this action caused it to really stand out. I watched mother, as she now half turned so that she could still see the TV but could run her hand over her bum, pulling aside the panties to fondle her own flesh. Her other hand had to leave her tit to brace herself against the arm of the settee, and the forlorn titty bounced once before she began to rub it, catlike, against the back of my settee.

I walked into the room, and initially mother didn’t see me. But then she saw me, screamed and tried to cover her bare tit and pull her panties straight, all at once. She was too slow because, as I reached her, my hand closed on her bare tit; oh boy, it was hot from her fondling, and the nipple pushed vigorously into the palm of my hand.

“Tony, no, please!” she whimpered, but didn’t attempt to remove my hand. For my part, I grabbed the remote and froze the video, thus stopping most of the lusty noises in the room. Then I pulled her to her feet. Mother again attempted to cover the one exposed tit, but I stopped her.

“What the hell are you doing, mother?” I asked, and she had the grace to look even more embarrassed. “Stand up straight, woman. Leave your body and underwear alone and look at me.”

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Mother stood still, the twisting ceased, and she put her arm across her breasts. I laughed and said “Oh put that down, I’ve just seen one naked and the other one looks about to fall out.”

Mother found her voice, and began to try to talk me into leaving the room, but instead I turned to see what she’d been watching. Interestingly, a big busty blond was just getting her panties pulled down by a male who looked to be 20 or so. Aha, mother liked younger men involved in sex. Mother continued to rant at me, for coming home early, for spying on her and for daring to touch her tit.

“Mother, SHUT UP” I shouted, using the voice that could stop a playground fight at 50 yards. She stopped, gobsmacked that I’d yelled at her. As her hand dropped from her breast I slapped the tit hard, and for a fleeting second witnessed the oddest expression on Mother’s face, before she screwed her mouth up and cried out in pain.

And suddenly my day got better. My cock all this time had been on high alert, and the sight of a partially clothed woman finished it off. I slid my zip down and pushed mother to her knees. Her face was upturned to me not sure what I was doing.

“suck it” was all I said.

Mother looked mortified, but stared at my cock. It was erect and in line with her mouth. Fearfully she edged forward and opened her mouth, then glanced up at me. I simply slapped her gently across the cheek, and she hastily took my cock in to her warm mouth.

Ooh, the feel of it! My own mother’s tongue was lapping at my cock and I couldn’t help but begin to force her head back and forth, back and forth, giving me the sensation of a hot cunt in action.

I opened my eyes and looked down. What a horny sight. My erect cock being sucked by my mother, who had both tits exposed, and whose panties, I knew, were half down. Pure heaven.

There and then I decided that I wanted the ultimate: I wanted to fuck my mother. She was the reason I’d gone without for so long. Payback time!

“Mother, stand up” I said, speaking as I did to recalcitrant kids at school. She instantly removed her mouth from my pulsating cock and scrambled to her feet. Her blouse was, of course, still open, but her skirt had resumed its correct position. Reaching out I lifted her left tit and felt the hard nipple pushing against my palm. Mother tried to pull it away, but I remembered the look from earlier and slapped her tit, harder than before. It bounced out of my hand and she cried out in pain. I decided to keep up the momentum.

“Take your skirt off.” She stared at me. : “No, Tony, it;s not…” The end of the sentence was lost as I slapped her other bare tit. Oh how it bounced as she cried out. “Skirt…OFF!”

Hastily her hands went to the waistband and she undid it and allowed it to fall to the floor.

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“Now lose that blouse.”

No delay this time, mother shrugged it off and stood there, looking cowed, and waiting for whatever came next.

I took a step back and took in the sight. My mother, bare titted, dressed only in a half-off bra, askew panties and a suspender belt and stockings was obeying my orders. My cup runneth over!

“Turn around, I want to see your bum,” and without hesitation she did as requested. Framed by the suspender belt and her half-off panties it presented a picture. I wished I had a camera handy.

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“Bend over the arm of the settee.”

“Oh Tony, what are you going to do? Look, I’m sorry I disobeyed your order and watched the video – I was just interested, I’ve never seen porn before. Please, I am you mother, this is just wrong.”

“BEND…OVER!”

My cock was, if possible, harder than ever.

Mother moved as if in a dream – slowly but deliberately – and settled herself over the arm. I was so close to an orgasm, I had to be careful not to ruin the situation.

“Pull you panties down to your ankles and spread your legs as far as they allow you to” I ordered. I could hear my voice had got thicker with anticipation

She did as ordered, and as I moved around in line behind her I could see her puffy cunt – she was excited despite her protests.

“How long since you were fucked, mother?” A long pause and then “not since I left London. Oh Tony, please don’t ..” she hesitated over the choice of the next word ..”don’t make love to me.”

I laughed. “Mother, I’m not going to make love to you, I’m going to fuck you.”

Her gasp as I said that was turned into a cry of surprise as I thrust my cock in to that puffy, wet cunt.

Without hesitating to savour this attack on my mother I began to pump in and out, My orgasm was near and I didn’t want to cum before I’d felt her cunt walls excite me even further than her mouth had.

Mother, meanwhile, began to cry, but only for a matter of a minute or so. Then she began to make the noises that only a woman at the height of lust can make, and I knew she was mine. Oh yes, she was mine. I reached forward and grabbed her hanging tits as I shot my load for the first time, and heard her mumbling “yes…yes” as I kept pumping, in, out, in, out, heading towards a second orgasm.

Mother was mumbling and muttering as I fucked her, and when I started to stretch her nipples she shrieked with, I think, joy.

Now, did she have an orgasm yet? I suddenly realised that it was important that she did.

So, I eased back a little on the pumping, though not completely as this was a momentous moment in my life, and I intended to be able to remember it afterwards. It was the making of a grand masturbation memory!

I suddenly realised mother was trying to say something, but the lust I appeared to have created in her cunt was making this difficult.

“Please…stop…I’m…I’m…oh God, Tony, please…stop. Sorry…I…oooh!”  she suddenly stopped talking and squealed, yes, squealed, and I felt her cum, and again, almost at once. I’d done it. I’d fucked my mother to orgasm.

Reluctantly I removed my cock from her cunt, and pulled her panties back up a little so I could wipe it dry. Mother fell forward, face down, over the arm on to the settee.

Standing up I tidied my trousers, and watched her panting, slowly regaining her breath.

“I repeat my wish, mother, that you do not, repeat NOT, touch my DVDs. Next time I won’t be so…loving… about it. So, mother, I suggest you go to your room. If you stay down here I’m liable to punish you more.”

Without a word she half pulled her panties up, and left the room, seemingly oblivious to the fact that her tits were totally naked above her pulled down bra.

I was already thinking about tomorrow!!

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