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This account is not intended to be incestuous although some may view it differently. Although it involves my mother, I don’t desire her, I have never had lecherous thoughts about her and I’ve never tried to look up her dress.

Mother became a widow aged forty when my father passed away two years ago. He was twelve years older than her but still a bit young to have a heart attack. I often wondered how they’d got it together in the first place because he wasn’t good looking and tended to be a bit dull and old fashioned. They had married when she was twenty and I arrived two years later. It took her a while to get over his death but she seems to have got through it.

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Mother isn’t exactly cheesecake either. She’s quite petite with short dark hair but perhaps a little plump. She has average breasts; nice legs and I suppose one could say she is pretty. I like my Mum and since Dad died I’ve tried to be a good son. Occasionally I bring her flowers and sometimes chocolates and she is always pleased when I do.

When I saw her masturbating, I was stunned. I wasn’t shocked or embarrassed; I just couldn’t believe my eyes. Why? Because I’d never regarded her as a sexual person, which is really unfair. This was how it happened. I’d forgotten that my office computers were due to be upgraded. As we had to close for the afternoon and I had nothing else to do, I bought Mum some flowers and headed home.

As I got out of the car, I noticed that the downstairs curtains were drawn which was strange. For no other reason than I wanted to surprise her, I quietly entered and immediately heard the television. I carefully turned the handle of the lounge door and peered inside. The room was fairly dark because of the drawn curtains but, from the light of the TV, I could clearly see Mum from the side.

There she was, her dress pulled up to her waist and her hand between her thighs. Her legs were open and her panties were around one ankle. The poor dear was watching a soft porn film, one of the Emmanuelle series I think. Somehow she’d recorded it, which surprised me because she always claimed that the machine was a mystery.

Anyway, on the TV a guy who looked like Tarzan was going down on a buxom girl and Mother was just about to cum. I watched fascinated as she stiffened, arched her body, gave a little gasp and then subsided with her chin on her chest. I backed out as quietly as I could, got into my car and drove to the pub.

Over a pint, I gave it some serious thought. It was obvious that the curtains had been drawn because the TV faced the windows. I considered my feelings and what most surprised me was that, despite witnessing an erotic scene, I hadn’t acquired an erection. Nor did I have the slightest twitch while I was thinking about it.

Believe me, I’m perfectly normal and heavily into masturbation, especially with my girlfriend Sue who is a randy little bitch. We frig each other’s brains out and watching her going at it with a running commentary about how ‘hot and wet she is’, is enough to bring me off every time.

The truth was, I felt nothing but tenderness for my Mother and some pity. I’d never giving a thought to the fact that she might be sexually frustrated and I felt guilty. Why shouldn’t she get horny? She was young enough and in good shape and her pussy was her own business: or was it? Watching some crap movie from national TV was pathetic, so I decided to make it my business also.

I stayed out until the normal time and gave her the flowers. She was pleased and thanked me with the usual little kiss on my cheek and a hug. Then I went to my room and sorted through porn CD’s to find the least offensive. No anal, just blowjobs and general fucking.

Later, I went to Sue’s and we had some action but my mind was elsewhere and she said I was boring.

The next evening was Sue’s Italian class so I stayed home. After dinner, Mother sat reading a book and I was watching the end of a soccer game on TV. I’d already checked and, sure enough, the soft porn film had been deleted. I went to my bedroom and got the disk.

I knew it wasn’t going to be easy but I decided to take the plunge anyway. “Mother I’ve got a CD I think you might enjoy. I hope you’ll watch it sometime when you’re alone”.

She looked interested, “What’s it about dear?”

“It’s a porn movie”.

She looked at me without expression and I waited for her reaction. Quietly she said, “Anthony, why would I want to watch that sort of thing?”

This was it, “Well Mother, the office was shut yesterday afternoon and I came home with the flowers. Without realising that you were otherwise engaged, I accidentally saw that you were: enjoying yourself”.

All credit to her, she didn’t attempt to deny it. She sat frozen for a few moments, just staring at me wide eyed as her cheeks flushed. Then without a word, she got up and left the room. I heard her footsteps on the stairs and her bedroom door shut.

That’s torn it, what should I do now? Well, I couldn’t leave it hanging so I followed her upstairs, knocked on her door and went in. She was sitting on the bed with her face in her hands and her back to me. In a whisper she said, “Please go away”.

I sat down beside her and resisted the urge to put my arm around her shoulders. “Mother there is nothing wrong with masturbation. I do it all the time and have done since I was a kid. I do it in bed, in the bath; I’ve even done it in the loo at work. Everyone does it: the President of the United States and the Queen have both probably done it. It’s a perfectly healthy and natural activity that is very enjoyable and totally free”.

I suddenly realised that this was an odd conversation to be having with my mother when it should have been the other way around.

She replied tearfully, “You’ve embarrassed and humiliated me”

“Mother, I’m the one who should be ashamed. I’ve never given a thought to the fact that you’re in the prime of life with normal sexual desires; but from now on I will.”

I stood up and left the CD on the bed. “If you want to give yourself pleasure in the privacy of your own home then I urge you to see the real thing, not that crap you were watching yesterday. I’ve got dozens of them if you occasionally want a change of scenery. They’re all pretty much the same, except for some that I don’t think you’re ready for yet”.

The next evening there wasn’t much conversation over dinner and it was a bit awkward. Finally, when we sat down and she’d picked up her book I asked, “Well?”

“Well what, dear?” she said quietly.

“Did you watch it?”

She was dignified, “Of course I didn’t”

“Mother, nobody could resist having a peep so don’t expect me to believe you.”

She stayed silent.

“If you don’t answer me,” I said ominously, “I’ll make you watch it.”

Her reaction was sharp, “All right, I did watch it, are you satisfied? And I’d like to talk about something else please.”

I pressed on. “What did you think of it?”

She looked down for several seconds and then carefully lowered her book. Finally she sighed and in a resigned tone said, “As you already know that I masturbate and you are obviously not going to give up, yes it was the real thing and, I have to admit; quite stimulating.”

“Ah, but did you do any stimulating?”

She was terse, “Mind your own business.”

I persisted, “I’m assuming that you did and, as I want to find the right porn for you, did you cum?”

Oh, don’t be so crude.” She stayed silent for a moment as if considering her options. Then with a sigh, “As I now have no dignity left at all; if you must know, yes I did and I’d like to drop the subject.”

I felt really pleased with myself and the following day I wondered how next I could increase her self-enjoyment: a vibrator perhaps? Maybe she already had one.

Sue was due to start her periods and always became bad tempered at that time. I still enjoyed her company but she preferred to go out with her friends. Usually, I would go pubbing with my pals but on this occasion I decided to stay home.

That evening, there was a noticeable and surprising change in Mother. She was unusually bright and quite skittish. She even pinched my bottom as she walked past and giggled when she avoided my retaliation. During dinner she surprised me even more. “Did you have a good day Anthony? Behaved yourself I hope.”

“How do you mean Mum? I asked.

“Didn’t do it in the toilet?”

This was so unlike her to make sexual innuendos that I wondered if she felt liberated now that her secret was known. “No, I’ve been shagging Sue every night and I’m knackered.”

I expected to be scolded for using vulgar words but all she said was, “Well don’t get her pregnant.” Then she asked, “Do you think the females in your office masturbate in the loo?”

It was becoming a conversation that I hadn’t anticipated but I tried to answer in a matter of fact tone, “I’m sure they do, or at least we men fantasise that they do. If any girl is out for more than ten minutes, all the guys give each other knowing looks.”

I decided to regain the initiative by putting the ball into her court. “How about you? Are you ready for a change of scenery yet?

“Oh whenever,” She replied casually. “I’m really not bothered.”

That was too casual I thought. She definitely wants to see another porn CD.

After dinner, I bought a few down from my room. “Let’s see what I’ve got here. ‘Flying High’: everyone screwing on an aeroplane. Passengers, cabin crew; and the Captain gets a blow job on the flight deck.”

“Thank goodness for the Autopilot” said Mother.

“‘Spirited Passion’. Three girls stay in a haunted mansion and get fucked by horny ghosts. I didn’t believe any of it. How about this one? ‘Roped In’: it’s bondage.”

“What’s bondage?” Mother asked.

“Couples take it in turns to tie each other up and then do naughty things while the other one is helpless.”

“What strange behaviour”, she said. “I’ll have a look at that one some time, just out of curiosity.”

I had the wildest idea! Did the thought of bondage arouse her? Let’s find out.

I went to the kitchen and got three clean tea towels from a drawer. Then I carried a straight-backed chair from the dining table and put it down in front of the TV. Mother was looking alarmed. “What are you doing Anthony?”

“Come over here and sit down Mother”

“No I most certainly won’t,” she said and started for the door.

I cut off her escape and lifted her with one arm around her waist. She was no weight at all and I easily carried her to the chair and sat her down.

She was looking really scared, “What on earth are you doing, have you gone mad?”

I took one of the towels, pulled both her hands behind the chair and wrapped it around her wrists. Then I went to the front and, despite twice being kicked in the face, managed to secure each ankle to opposite sides of the chair. Her legs were bare and I removed her shoes.

During this operation, she was going berserk. She alternated between threats and pleas. ‘How dare I do this to her; she was never going to speak to me again and please untie her because she didn’t feel well.’

Finally, she became calm, “Anthony, I know we’ve been discussing some intimate things but you’re going too far. If I’ve given you the wrong idea, then I apologise.”

I sat down and checked my nose to see if it was bleeding but it wasn’t. “Mother, you have nothing to worry about. I have no intention of touching you; this is just an experiment. We are going to watch a porn film together. The only difference is, you’re tied up and I’m not.”

I selected a CD that contained a mixture of tracks that I’d taken from others. It contained all the horniest bits that I liked. I put it in the player and dimmed the lights. Mother protested that she wasn’t in the mood to watch porn, the towel was hurting her wrists and she thought she was going to faint any minute. I started a track and she said she had her eyes shut and wasn’t looking.

I sat down in an armchair slightly behind and to the right so I could see her but she would have difficulty in seeing me without straining her neck.

The first track was a short amateur effort involving a naked young couple and probably their camcorder. The girl was kneeling astride the boy and masturbating a few inches from his face. They were both very exited and she kept telling him that she was going to cum soon. He was stroking his cock behind her and kept squeezing the end to stop from cumming. She finally achieved orgasm by grabbing his head and frantically rubbing herself on his face while he ejaculated impressively.

Halfway through the sequence, Mother stopped protesting and with an exaggerated sigh as if to humour me, sat quietly. I watched her closely.

The next track I played was one of the horniest sequences I’ve ever seen. A naked girl was roped flat to a bed. Her hands were secured to the bed rail and her legs were tied open to their fullest extent. A pillow lifted her buttocks so that her pussy was an inviting target. The muscular guy who was working on her was an expert. With his tongue and finger he kept her writhing like an eel but never let her cum. She was pleading and sobbing and every time he flicked her clitoris with his tongue, she jerked as if she’d been electrocuted. He knew exactly when to stop and she must have been close to losing her mind.

Mother was now watching wide-eyed and clearly interested. Suddenly I saw her bottom move. She sort of rubbed it backwards and forwards on the chair and then quickly looked sideways to see if I’d noticed. Here we go I thought!

The Stud was promising to let the girl cum soon so I pulled up a chair and sat down beside Mum. I leaned sideways and whispered in her ear, “How’s your pussy Mother, getting a bit squidgy?”

She didn’t answer.

“It must be driving you insane to have your legs tied open and your pussy all wet and juicy. I bet you’re dying to use your hand to play with yourself; but you can’t”.

She was definitely breathing quickly. She closed her eyes and spoke through clenched teeth. “Will you shut up” and then pleadingly, “Why are you doing this to me?”

Still close to her ear, I said softly, “Because Mother, I’m teasing you. When you do cum, and I promise you will, it will be the best orgasm you’ve ever had. Now choose, you can rub yourself off on the chair or do it with your fingers, which do you prefer?”

The guy now had his middle finger inserted and was caressing the girl’s G spot while his thumb was lightly brushing across her clitoris. She was begging him to fuck her so he leaned across her outstretched legs and supported his weight on his arms. With no other part of his body touching her, he inserted his impressive cock and began deliberate slow thrusts.

The girl was screaming for him to go faster but still he held back, just calmly staring down at her. Finally, he relented and quickened the pace. As she came with a choking gasp, her body jerked and stiffened and a thick liquid oozed from her pussy and ran down to her anus.

I carried on in a persuasive voice “You must be nearly cumming also Mother. Wouldn’t you like to use your fingers?”

She was now finding it difficult to breathe and rubbing her bottom continuously without attempting to hide it. I waited while she fought a battle that she was always going to lose.

Finally she gasped, “Yes, my fingers.” I reached behind and deliberately took my time unwrapping her wrists. She was getting impatient, “For God’s sake, what are you doing?”

As I released her wrists, her right hand came around so fast I ducked. There was a moment of panic as her dress got in the way but she pulled it up and thrust her hand inside her panties. She made a hurried attempt to push them down but the band snapped back again.

Through the thin material I could see the back of her hand. The palm of the other hand went quickly to the inside of her left thigh. She couldn’t close her thighs or open them any further but she lifted her heels so that just her bare toes were flat to the floor and I saw her right calf muscle go tense.

Her hand began moving in a steady circular motion and, as if she was drowning and coming up for air, she sucked in a long breath and let it out in slow jerky gasps.

Suddenly she stopped breathing altogether and tilted her head back. Her hand came up, stretching her panties and I saw that the first and second knuckles start to move quickly. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. As her orgasm started, her face contorted as if in pain but she made no sound.

She still hadn’t breathed out but when she did, it was an explosive gasp as she came. Her eyes opened wide with the shock of it and her body convulsed so violently; I grabbed the chair to steady it.

All she said was, “Oh God”, just once but she kept making little noises like a baby crying. After the orgasm, I watched her bare stomach heave as lesser sensations flowed through her. As each one occurred, her fingers and breathing stopped momentarily and her eyes closed in ecstasy.

Finally, it was over. I wished I’d timed it because it lasted a hell of a time.

Breathless, she slumped down in the chair and I could see a pulse beating in her throat. She slowly withdrew her hand from her panties and let the arm drop to her side as if it was too heavy for her lap.

After about a minute, she lifted her head and slowly turned to look at me. Her eyes were wide in astonishment as if she couldn’t believe what she had just experienced. She said softly: “Phew”.

I reached down, untied her ankles and picked her up with one arm under her legs and the other behind her back. I carried her to the couch and set her down across my lap. As I gently kissed her forehead, her nose and then her lips, there was a salty taste where she had been perspiring.

Neither of us spoke for a long time.