vRaj ignored his mother and didn’t look up for a few seconds when she walked into the living room; he had been enthralled in his new video game and was too busy to pay his mother any attention.
However, when he did glance up he was forced to do a quick double take. ‘Wow, Mum,’ he whistled when he saw the short hemline of his mother’s skirt. ‘You look great.’
He had never taken any notice in the past, but today he finally appreciated what a fantastic pair of legs his mother had. It had been years since he’d seen his mother wearing anything other than jeans or slacks, but the short skirt she was wearing now certainly brought home the truth about how his mother was put together physically.
‘You don’t think it’s too short, do you?’ Vinita queried her son nervously. ‘I’ve been out of the dating game for over twenty years… I don’t want to give the wrong impression.’
Raj appraised his mother’s figure speculatively. He was torn between the desire to boost her confidence and the jealousy he felt at her burgeoning social life. His parents had been divorced for two years now, and it was time his mother put herself first for a change. She deserved some fun even if Raj had some minor psychological misgivings.
The young man sighed despite the many comments that he could have raised. His mother had put his needs before her own so many times over the preceding two years that he decided to give her the gentle nudge she so obviously needed. ‘You look beautiful, Mum,’ Raj smiled. ‘Really sexy… Go out there and knock ’em dead.’
Vinita blushed at her son’s reference to her femininity. She had viewed herself as ‘Mother’ for so long that she had all but suppressed her sexuality; now she had a chance to let her hair down and enjoy herself. Her son was over eighteen and free of her apron strings. She had done all she’d vowed to do when her husband had left her for a younger model three years previously. She had seen to her son’s welfare and his education, but now she was ready to enjoy herself a little. When she’d finally succumbed to a work colleague’s invitation to join him for a drink her stomach had turned and churned with trepidation for days afterwards. Was she doing the right thing? Would Raj mind? What should she wear? These immediate questions and a thousand others had run through her troubled mind from the moment Vinita had acquiesced to James’ invitation, but now the moment of truth had arrived.
Raj watched his mother standing nervously while she waited for her admirer to arrive. She jumped in response to the doorbell, but quickly threw her coat around her body and kissed Raj’s cheek hurriedly before she disappeared into the night.
He sat for a few minutes, bewildered slightly and feeling unsettled. He couldn’t put his finger on what it was that was troubling him, there was certainly something, but he just couldn’t identify the feeling. He turned his attention back to his video game but couldn’t seem to settle into it again, and an hour or so after his mother had left for her date, Raj found himself at a bit of a loose end.
He was at a loss with how to occupy his time and then he suddenly remembered the porn DVD his friend had lent him. Raj hadn’t had chance to look at it as yet due to his mother’s ubiquitous presence, but now…
He slid the disc into the machine and settled back on his bed while the film loaded and the menu screen flicked on. Very soon Raj was captivated by the images on the television screen. He was enthralled and excited by the sexy action and felt his penis stiffen quickly as his inflamed lust pushed any disquiet from his mind.
The young voyeur couldn’t resist the urge to play with his hard cock and lifted his buttocks from his bed so he could work his jeans and underwear off. The sweet pleasure Raj experienced as he stroked his cock intensified the longer he viewed the film until Raj was finally and frenziedly tugging at his penis, his eyes glued to the sordid goings on and with his precum leaking copiously from the eye of his throbbing cock.
Raj flicked through the scene skip facility until he found the images he was looking for. He watched avidly as a mature woman took two young studs in a variety of positions until the culmination, which showed her being liberally covered with cum. Her enthusiastic and vociferous exhortations to her young lovers excited him hugely and caused him to grunt loudly with the onset of his irreversible climax.
Just as the first arc of semen burst from him in an agony of ecstasy, Raj’s attention was drawn by a perceived movement at his bedroom door. He looked up to see his mother standing slack jawed and wide eyed as she watched her son’s semen gushing from his cock.
The jolt of surprise hit him like a blast wave. No! This wasn’t happening. She couldn’t be there and his reality slewed and time slowed down. Every detail of that shame filled moment was clear in his mind. He saw the appalled expression on his mother’s face, her hand at her throat and her eyes wide with shock. He had time to notice her long legs and short skirt, and even in the whirl and confusion of the immediate time frame, Raj found he could still appreciate the slim lines of her lean, athletic thighs and her well turned calves. The perversity of his mind’s workings was a momentary distraction for Raj, but his abrupt realization of his circumstances brought him back to earth rapidly.
In a vain attempt to conceal himself from his mother, Raj covered his gushing cock with his hands. He felt the violent splashes of cum spattering against his palm and could only close his eyes to blot out the reality of his situation as his cock continued to spit hot, thick spunk.
He lay on his bed for half a minute with his eyes screwed shut, and when he finally peeped out from under his eyelids his mother had gone.
Had she really been there? The brief exultant hope was dashed on the jagged rocks of truth. The answer was yes; yes, she had been there. His mother had caught him in one of the most humiliating positions a young man could ever find himself. He’d been caught winking. Not only caught, but he’d been in the throes of orgasm at the time. His mother had witnessed his hot outpouring of pent up lust. How could he ever face her again?
Raj pushed the stop button on his remote control and the screen went blank. The troubled youth’s mind was just as blank as he contemplated his future. His mother had seen him… ‘Oh God,’ Raj groaned and felt his stomach curdle with the anxiety.
He lay on his back in his bed. He’d lifted the covers over his naked lower half and now just stared at the ceiling until his consciousness was drawn back to the present by his mother’s voice.
‘Raj?’ she murmured tentatively. ‘Can I come in?’
‘Oh no,’ he groaned again. ‘Mum…’
Vinita took a step inside the room. ‘Honey…’ she began. ‘Raj, please…’ His mother appeared to be experiencing as much difficulty as Raj in dealing with the embarrassment of the situation.
Raj felt her weight at the bottom corner of his bed and he turned away from her.
‘Please Raj,’ Vinita persisted. ‘Don’t be embarrassed… please… I should’ve knocked… It’s natural for you… Normal…’
It may be natural and everyone does it, Raj thought, but no one wants to be caught doing it. He groaned again at the memory and felt his face flush hotly.
‘Mum…’ he began, his voice muffled by his pillow.
‘Honestly Raj,’ Vinita said quietly. ‘I understand. You’re young, you have urges…’
Vinita understood the urges herself; only too well. She had been celibate for three years or more, she understood alright. If Raj only knew about how his mother used her fingers against her throbbing clit as she lay in her wide, lonely bed night after lonely night… If he could only hear her fevered groans and animal grunts as she pushed her sticky fingers deep into her sodden cunt and sought release from the frustrations of her sexless lifestyle…
Vinita felt a brief flush of desire as the unbidden image of her son’s thick cock spurting its load burst across her consciousness.
‘Please Raj,’ she whispered. ‘Don’t let it bother you. I truly understand.’
Vinita ran her palm over her son’s huddled form. She bent forward quickly and kissed the only visible part of him, his hair at the top of his head, and then she left him to his thoughts.
***
The following day Raj was out of the house well before Vinita got up. The weather outdoors was foul and Vinita spent a desultory mid morning performing household chores. She paused for a moment before entering her son’s bedroom with a pile of freshly laundered clothes, but eventually steeled herself and pushed inside to lay the clothes on his bed. As she turned, Vinita saw the DVD player and recalled the circumstances of her untimely entrance the previous evening.
She was sure he’d been had been watching porn.
Vinita stared at the blank, benign screen of Raj’s television. She was curious as to what he’d been viewing, and despite severe moral misgivings over what she was about to do Vinita pushed the on switches to both the TV and the DVD player.
She sat on her son’s bed and pressed the play button on the remote control. The DVD loaded and then a message appeared prompting Vinita to either play the movie from the beginning or from the last scene viewed.
Vinita chose the latter option and felt her face flush when she saw the mature woman and her two ardent lovers.
‘Oh my God,’ Vinita whispered as she sat transfixed. The actress must be around the same age as herself. She was being used enthusiastically by the two young men; one in her mouth and one in her pussy, and she seemed to positively adore the experience.
Vinita felt her heart quicken and her blood begin to surge. Her vagina felt hot and throbbing as her excitement flushed her insides, and Vinita’s nipples and clitoris also clamored for sudden, urgent attention.
Vinita wasn’t even aware of her own low groan as she almost unconsciously pushed herself further along the bed and opened her legs. Vinita rubbed her excited pussy through her jeans for a while until the itch between her legs grew too big to ignore. She stood up and pulled her jeans off impatiently. After a brief struggle Vinita was back on the bed and she pulled the gusset of her underwear to one side before running an expeditionary finger through the crease of her sex.
The porn actress’s wild shouts of pleasure were loud in the room as Vinita fingered herself softly. Her eyes were glued to the screen; she had never imagined that watching a porn film would be so exciting, but the images and the noises…
‘Fuck,’ Vinita groaned in an uncharacteristic flash of profanity. ‘You dirty slut… Two cocks… How greedy…’
Vinita’s head lolled back while bursts of electricity pulsed from her the epicenter of her lust and through her body to her hard nipples. She imagined how it must feel to have two ardent males paying such lavish attention to her needs. Could she cope with two men simultaneously? Vinita was damn sure she could.
‘One in my cunt and one fucking my mouth,’ she murmured as she lifted her tee shirt over her taut breasts and squeezed the plrajt flesh urgently.
Vinita was enthralled by the novel experience of watching pornography. Her fingers squelched obscenely as she massaged her juicing vulva, and she plucked and flicked her stiff teats hard with no thought as to how they would ache later in the day. She was travelling further and further along the path towards her climax that she had no real perception of the present. Her body was thrumming, her clit was an insistent beat between her legs and her pussy was clenching with the anticipation of a non existent cock.
‘Oh my God… Oh my fucking God!’ Vinita cried as she came. On screen the woman was once again receiving her dual sperm delivery, and Vinita writhed and panted on her son’s bed while she rejoiced in her own climax.
Then she opened her eyes.
In a bizarre reversal of the situation, Raj, her son, was stood in the doorway watching with the same slack jawed disbelief that Vinita herself had exhibited the previous evening.
‘Raj!’ Vinita called in utter horror at the realization of her lewd exhibition being discovered
‘Mum?’ He responded dully.
The pair stared at each other for several seconds. Vinita just lay there, with legs wide and breasts bear until her son turned slowly and walked away.
‘Raj!’ she shouted again and pulled her tee shirt down to cover her breasts.
Too late, she heard the door slam and he was gone.
***
Raj walked blindly. He had no idea where he went, or how long he had been away. The next conscious thought after leaving the house in shock came when the cold and damp brought him back to the present.
He shivered and then blinked several times as he took stock of his surroundings. He was in a bus shelter and it was cold. Raj watched the puffs of white breath and he wished he was safe and warm at home.
Home? Could he go home?
Raj’s mind was in turmoil with confusion. He hadn’t come to terms with the humiliation from the night before and now he had to deal with what he’d witnessed when he’d returned home earlier.
What a mess. What a difference twenty-four hours could make.
There was one certainty however, and that was that he’d have to find somewhere warm soon. He was chilled to the bone and was in no frame of mind to spend the night outdoors, no matter how hideous going home could prove.
‘Thank God you’re back,’ his mother sighed when the young man shut the front door behind him.
Raj just stared at his mother without speaking and Vinita gazed back at him, equally silent. His mother was fully dressed now, but the vivid mental picture of her using her fingers against her sex kept flashing across Raj’s consciousness.
‘Mum…’ he began.
‘We need to talk about this Raj,’ Vinita interrupted. ‘This whole episode could end up driving a wedge between us.’ Vinita moved towards her son slowly. ‘You’re my son and I love you; we can’t let this scene fester between us.’
‘Mum,’ Raj murmured and his eyes dropped. He gazed down at the carpet blindly and squeezed his eyes shut wishing that he could turn back the clock, that it could be yesterday all over again. ‘I’m so embarrassed,’ he managed to whisper, the memory causing his face to redden with the renewed flush of humiliation.
‘Well, so am I,’ Vinita managed to laugh. ‘You caught me out too, remember.’
Raj looked up and found his mother’s green eyed gaze as she looked at her son with deep concern.
‘Wow,’ Raj thought suddenly. ‘She really is beautiful. How come I never noticed before?’
He shook his head to clear the thought away. He couldn’t allow such things to sneak into his brain. This was his mother. Catching her masturbating was one thing, but to entertain carnal thoughts was beyond the pale; inconceivable.
‘I told you yesterday that what you were doing was natural. We all have those urges, baby…’ Vinita laughed at the irony and smiled a rueful smile. ‘Even me, your Mother… I have sexual urges as well, Raj… I’m only human after all.’
As uncomfortable as Raj was at the mention of his mother’s sexuality, he recognized the truth in her words. Sexual urges were natural, even for his mother, and although masturbation was a private thing, at least he felt it was, it was still a natural act.
Her son relaxed visibly and Vinita sighed with the relief of seeing his body physically ease. She led him to the sofa by the hand and they both settled into the soft, cushiony seats. Mother and Son talked the whole situation through. Well, Vinita did most of the talking; easing Raj away from the corrosive guilt and shame as she coaxed him into a brighter place.
Finally it was decided that there would be no sexual taboos between the pair. They would be open about their feelings, which would also include Vinita’s sexual desires and how she felt the time had arrived where she would find herself a boyfriend. Raj could have his privacy. If his bedroom door was closed then he could rest assured that his mother wouldn’t disturb him, and the same respect was expected from him.
The new open situation between Raj and Vinita worked well. Raj felt lighter and happier with the new arrangement now he was released from the cloying atmosphere of having to masturbate slyly and sneakily. His modest collection of porn grew slowly, but never rose above half a dozen discs at any one time. The only cloud on Raj’s horizon was his mother’s voiced intent to find a boyfriend. She wanted a lover to help to satisfy her sexual desires and longings, but Raj wasn’t entirely sure he was happy with the idea at all. He knew he was being selfish and did his best to keep his jealousy at a distance. He wasn’t entirely sure why he was jealous. It was just a kind of emotional gloop that stuck to him.
Vinita hadn’t had a man since her husband had left her. At first she hadn’t missed a physical relationship; she had been too devastated to even think about sex for a long time after her husband’s departure. However, slowly but surely over the past few months her libido had returned. The crowning moment for her had been when she’d let herself go in Raj’s bedroom while watching the film. Her carnal desires had burst hotly into her psyche and Vinita was hungry for more.
Her quest to find a suitor proved to be a rocky path that was littered with weirdoes and arseholes as far as Vinita was concerned. All the good men seemed to be taken and Vinita was damned sure she wasn’t going to go for a married man. She had been on the receiving end of that little game, and the thought of putting another woman through the same pain that she’d endured was unthinkable.
James was still hovering in the background, but the date Vinita had been on the night of the fated discovery of Raj masturbating had proved to be a disaster, which was the sole reason for Vinita arriving home early in the first place and catching her son in an unguarded moment.
So, Vinita found herself borrowing her own son’s porn.
‘Do you mind?’ she asked after she’d finally grasped the nettle and asked Raj outright if she could borrow one or two films. ‘Is it too weird?’
‘Well, yeah… it is a little,’ Raj confessed, ‘but it’s nothing I can’t handle…’ he shrugged and grinned. ‘Besides, if it’s okay for me… It’s only natural.’
Vinita smiled at her son’s recital of the ‘natural’ mantra. She’d created a monster!
Vinita picked a film at random and sheepishly left Raj to his own devices. She left the disc in her own bedroom and went off to work. Her day was spent in a fugue of anticipation and Vinita couldn’t wait until that evening when she would slide the DVD into the player and spend a sordid hour fingering herself.
Vinita’s underwear was sodden by the time she arrived home. Her clitoris and nipples throbbed in tandem, but Vinita was now determined to prolong the sweet agony of her desire. She lit candles in the living room to create a relaxed atmosphere for herself. She did the same in the bathroom as she drew a deep, hot, steaming bath. Then she luxuriated in the almost-too-hot-to-bear waters with an icy cold glass of white wine in her hand as the scented candles worked their calming magic on Vinita’s overwrought, over-excited senses.
Eventually, bathed and sweetly scented, Vinita settled on her soft bed and pushed the button to begin the film.
Her son certainly had a penchant for the more mature woman it seemed, and Vinita found that she was feeling decidedly envious as the busty blonde woman on screen received oral attention from her fit, muscular young lover. The tension that had built up during the day, coupled with the images Vinita was watching on screen soon had the woman writhing and groaning on her bed.
Her fingers swirled around the loose flaps of her labia and tickled her attentive, aching clit and very quickly Vinita was lost in a deep fantasy that involved her being licked to a climax by a virile, young stud.
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