Loving Moms: Private Eyes CH01 - Sex Stories

Loving Moms: Private Eyes CH01

... mother asking if she could enter.

"Sure, Mom," I said as I rolled over in bed.

The door opened, and I drank in her figure as she sashayed into the room.

At forty-five, my mother was still a very attractive woman. Her five-foot-four-inch height and slim waist just did something to me. Mom approached my bed, and as she did, I could feel my dick hardening.

By the time she was standing next to the bed, I was fully erect. I admired how her dark blue jeans hugged her body so nicely. Then, noticed how her yellowish tight-knit shirt showed off her ample breasts. My eyes glanced upward until they were looking into her beautiful baby blues, and I said, "What's up, Mom?"

"You tell me?" She huffed, resting her hand palm down on her bent waist.

Oh shit! I thought and replied, "What do you mean?"

"Why were you outside my door last night?"

I swallowed hard as my brain scrambled to find some kind of excuse.

"Um... Um... Um..."

"Enough with the um's. I want to know right now."

"Well. You see. I..."Shit! Think stupid. Think!

Mom crossed her arms and tapped her foot. I could see her face was turning red.

Hesitantly, I blurted out, "I'm sorry, Mom. It's just that. Well..."

"Well, what!"

"Well, I got curious when I heard you two. Since I've never done that before, I figured I might see what it looks like."

"I'm not buying it," she said. "Our door was closed."

"Yeah, I know. But I didn't know that until I was next to it. Before I could turn ...

... away, I heard you moaning and stuff, and I just couldn't leave."

"What do you mean, you couldn't leave?"

My eyes fell to the floor as I mumbled, "It sounded so hot I jerked off."

"My God, Travis!"

I saw a look of astonishment plastered on her face and said, "I'm sorry, Mom."

Mom stayed frozen and didn't speak. I wasn't sure what her thoughts were, but I figured they weren't good. Then she just turned and exited my room.

What the fuck? A chill ran through me as I induced she must be going to tell Dad what I had done. Unwillingly, I got dressed for the day and made my way into the kitchen.

This is it—the lecture of lectures. But as I sat down for breakfast, nothing was said.

To say it perplexed me was an understatement. Did they talk, or did she keep it to herself? I just didn't have a clue.

Afterward, Mom was quieter towards me. She only acknowledged me when needed. It stayed like that over the next following weeks, along with no more lovemaking sounds coming from their room.

She must've told him. I pondered, but guessed this was better than being scolded for jerking off to them.

However, I found out I was way off base because when I got out of bed the following night to take a leak. I noticed their door was slightly cracked. Not by much. Only an inch or so. Seeing this caused me to stop and ponder.

With my eyes fixated on the door, I faced another dilemma. Should I just ignore this revelation like a good son or give in to my wicked notions of ...