Squirting for Her Son, Mom reveals a special talent to her son, It was early Saturday morning. I grabbed my small hamper full of dirty clothes and carried them down to the basement to toss in the washing machine, only to find that my mother had beaten me by a few moments.
“I had no idea you’d be up so early on a weekend,” she said as she shoved her bed sheet in the washing machine.
“I’m going to the gym later and I forgot to do my laundry,” I replied.
“Oh. Well, this won’t be too long.”
“No worries. Are you washing your sheets again? Didn’t you wash them a few days ago?”
Her eyebrows raised a little. “I did, but I was sweating all night because of the hot weather. Believe me, the last thing I want to do is lay on fabric filled with perspiration.”
I couldn’t put my finger on it, but my mother seemed to be unusually evasive and dodgy for such a simple question.
“No problem. I’ll come back in 45 minutes.”
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When I headed back upstairs, I couldn’t help but notice something in my mother’s bedroom. It stood straight up on the counter next to her bed, and it was shiny and silver. My curiosity got the better of me and I went inside her room to see that it was a vibrator on full display.
My mind raced with lewd thoughts as I picked up her sex toy to examine, which looked like it hadn’t been cleaned yet from a recent use. It was still wet and glistening.
Finding out that my conservative mother owned something like this was both shocking and (strangely) erotic at the same time. She’s obviously human and has her needs like everyone else, but this was something I never imagined her owning, considering how modest a person she is.
“You obviously aren’t supposed to see that,” my mother said behind me.
I turned to face my mother standing by the door with a humiliated look on her face. She had seemingly accepted this embarrassment.
She added, “It’s my fault for not putting it away. I didn’t think you would be awake at this hour.”
“Oh… sorry… I… ”
I realized that I was still holding her vibrator, and when I turned around to put it back on the table, I noticed a giant wet spot in the middle of her bed.
She shook her head in disbelief. “You weren’t supposed to see that either. God this is humiliating.”
My mother squirts. There’s no other way to explain all of this; the washed bedsheet, the wet vibrator, and now the wet spot on the bed. Judging by the size of the wet stain, she can squirt a lot. It was like something out of a fetish porn clip on the internet.
Sure, lots of women leave wet stains. Both of our eyes glanced at the bed again, seeing the impressive scope. That much? My own mother?
What was I supposed to say?
“It’s okay, lots of women do that,” I replied, trying to make her feel better.
“Great, this is exactly what I need right now. You giving me reassurances about my body.”
“I don’t want you to feel embarrassed.”
She pursed her lips. “Thanks, I suppose. Now if you can do me a favor, please forget you saw this. And don’t mention it again. I’m sure you’re disgusted.”
“Actually, not really.”