Her mom wanted to watch
Many years ago, when my ex Liz was pregnant, she lived at her parentâs. We were both only 20 and not prepared financially. They were nice enough to let me stay there as well. I got along with them well. Her mother, Debbie, is quiet and nurturing, though as far as the dynamic with her husband, there didnât seem to be much spark. I got the feeling she was left a little in need of excitement.
We used a miscellaneous room as a bedroom. It was an old house with a staircase in the middle. Walking in the front door, you were in the living room. To the left was our bedroom, then around to the right, the kitchen. There were no doors to our room so we had mesh/woven panels you pulled to the middle. It gave enough privacy but when up close, you could see through them.
Liz had a difficult pregnancy and by the third trimester, she had to see the MD almost weekly. I went sometimes but it became so routine, her mom or dad would take her otherwise. I worked 2nd shift so was at home during the day. Now, given I got along with her mom very well and the fact Iâm not too bashful, it wasnât unusual to wake up and wander into the kitchen for coffee only in my boxers. I didnât do this if her dad was home but on occasion her mom would walk in and weâd have a normal conversation. No big deal. In fact, the thought of possibly arousing her was amusing. She wasnât a milf exactly but like I said, she likely got most of her pleasure from masturbation. A dirty sidenote is Liz and I couldnât have intercourse during and after her pregnancy. She was nice enough to give me frequent handjobs and often slipped her panties off and jack me off into them. Knowing her mother handled them and probably noticed the dried cum was arousing.
Some mornings if Liz was gone, Iâd masturbate after waking up. Other mornings Iâd take it further and suck my cock. I had discovered the ability when 16 while dating my ex Adrienne. It was her suggestion in fact. Liz wasnât a big fan of this, usually saying she rather suck it herself. As a result, I did it when she wasnât around. I was somewhat careful with making noise so it wasnât blatantly obvious to her mom. A part of me hoped she heard just to make it more kinky.
One morning I woke up. I heard noise coming from the bathroom. Liz was at the MD with her dad, so I knew it was Debbie. Horny as always, I first started jacking off. I had sucked myself a little with her mom around but never full on. This time I went for broke. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I slipped my hands between the mattress and box springs. This kept me in position and I began sucking it at first using my tongue, then bobbing my head. As usual, I sat up occasionally so I didnât over exert. Iâd take a few breaths while staring at my cock, glistening with my saliva. Then back down again. I knew I was being loud but didnât care.
I heard footsteps and ignored them. Then Debbie shoves one of the panels open and asks me what Iâm doing. Sitting up I froze. It was awkward. She just stood there, eyeing my cock and acting kind of disgusted. I apologized and she was at a loss for words. She ultimately told me it was okay but didnât know what to make of it. She was going to leave but I said she didnât have to. It turned serious and she sat down beside me. She wasnât smiling but wasnât mad, just curious. She said she was sorry once noticing I had gone flaccid. I told her I wanted to finish. She agreed.
To get hard again, I leaned back on my left hand while stroking with my right. I really got into it to give her a show; grunting, tilting my head back. I remember glancing her way and she was intently watching and not moving. As I started to harden, I leaned down to take quick swipes at the head. Once fully erect, I again grabbed the mattress. My hair was shoulder length then and not long after I resumed sucking, I felt her hand pull my hair back and hold it. The fact she was that interested in seeing did it for me. I sucked hard and came. It was very intense. After swallowing the last of it, I leaned back. Out of breath and recovering. She asked if I wanted a glass of water, which she then got me. She sat back down while I drank it. I saw her eyeing my cock again and told me it had been âneat.â
We used a miscellaneous room as a bedroom. It was an old house with a staircase in the middle. Walking in the front door, you were in the living room. To the left was our bedroom, then around to the right, the kitchen. There were no doors to our room so we had mesh/woven panels you pulled to the middle. It gave enough privacy but when up close, you could see through them.
Liz had a difficult pregnancy and by the third trimester, she had to see the MD almost weekly. I went sometimes but it became so routine, her mom or dad would take her otherwise. I worked 2nd shift so was at home during the day. Now, given I got along with her mom very well and the fact Iâm not too bashful, it wasnât unusual to wake up and wander into the kitchen for coffee only in my boxers. I didnât do this if her dad was home but on occasion her mom would walk in and weâd have a normal conversation. No big deal. In fact, the thought of possibly arousing her was amusing. She wasnât a milf exactly but like I said, she likely got most of her pleasure from masturbation. A dirty sidenote is Liz and I couldnât have intercourse during and after her pregnancy. She was nice enough to give me frequent handjobs and often slipped her panties off and jack me off into them. Knowing her mother handled them and probably noticed the dried cum was arousing.
Some mornings if Liz was gone, Iâd masturbate after waking up. Other mornings Iâd take it further and suck my cock. I had discovered the ability when 16 while dating my ex Adrienne. It was her suggestion in fact. Liz wasnât a big fan of this, usually saying she rather suck it herself. As a result, I did it when she wasnât around. I was somewhat careful with making noise so it wasnât blatantly obvious to her mom. A part of me hoped she heard just to make it more kinky.
One morning I woke up. I heard noise coming from the bathroom. Liz was at the MD with her dad, so I knew it was Debbie. Horny as always, I first started jacking off. I had sucked myself a little with her mom around but never full on. This time I went for broke. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I slipped my hands between the mattress and box springs. This kept me in position and I began sucking it at first using my tongue, then bobbing my head. As usual, I sat up occasionally so I didnât over exert. Iâd take a few breaths while staring at my cock, glistening with my saliva. Then back down again. I knew I was being loud but didnât care.
I heard footsteps and ignored them. Then Debbie shoves one of the panels open and asks me what Iâm doing. Sitting up I froze. It was awkward. She just stood there, eyeing my cock and acting kind of disgusted. I apologized and she was at a loss for words. She ultimately told me it was okay but didnât know what to make of it. She was going to leave but I said she didnât have to. It turned serious and she sat down beside me. She wasnât smiling but wasnât mad, just curious. She said she was sorry once noticing I had gone flaccid. I told her I wanted to finish. She agreed.
To get hard again, I leaned back on my left hand while stroking with my right. I really got into it to give her a show; grunting, tilting my head back. I remember glancing her way and she was intently watching and not moving. As I started to harden, I leaned down to take quick swipes at the head. Once fully erect, I again grabbed the mattress. My hair was shoulder length then and not long after I resumed sucking, I felt her hand pull my hair back and hold it. The fact she was that interested in seeing did it for me. I sucked hard and came. It was very intense. After swallowing the last of it, I leaned back. Out of breath and recovering. She asked if I wanted a glass of water, which she then got me. She sat back down while I drank it. I saw her eyeing my cock again and told me it had been âneat.â
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