Quarantined with Kell, Part VI - Sex Stories

Quarantined with Kell, Part VI

... up for the game, too.

Kell had said to take it slow, but I knew that if I continued down this path I was going to just fuck her on the couch right now. I needed to slow down.

I yawned. “It’s late. I need to get a couple things cleaned up for work tomorrow. I’m heading up to my room.” I stood up, the erection obvious against my shorts.

My mother stood up and gave me a good night hug. She pressed her body against mine and I could feel her breasts against my chest, her hips pressing against mine. My erection pressed against her thigh.

I went up to my room. I cleaned up a little leftover work, waiting for her to head up to her room for the night. Finally, around 11:30, I heard the television turn off and my mother come up the stairs. As she passed by my room, she knocked.

“Come in,” I said.

She pushed the door open and stood in the doorway. The robe was half open and one of her breasts was completely exposed. I felt the return of the erection stir in my shorts and made no attempt to hide it.

“I thought you would be asleep by now,” she said.

“I’m headed that way. I just took care of a couple work things, and I might turn in shortly.”

“Well don’t stay up too late,” she said. Her eyes wandered down to my shorts that now had a noticable tent. I thought she was going to say something, but she seemed to change her mind and withdrew.

I shifted my laptop so the screen was no longer visible to the camera my mother had hidden in the room, then logged into the ...

... video controller using the information Kell had provided me. I flipped over to the camera that was in my mother’s room and put on a set of ear buds to I could hear.

She entered the bedroom and took off her robe. Seeing her completely naked after everything that had happened made me hard immediately. I ditched my T-shirt and shorts and let my erection stand free.

She dug a laptop and a vibrator out of her nightstand and opened the computer. I could see the screen from the camera view. In a moment, the video controller screen popped up, and then the view from the camera that was in my room.

I was watching my naked mother watch me naked. It was showtime.

I reached down and began to slowly stroke my cock, up and down. She couldn’t see my screen, but I am sure she assumed I was watching porn. I might as well have been. The quality on the camera she had hidden in her bedroom was excellent. I could make out the lines on her face, the bumps on her aureoles, the strands of damp pubic hair from her neat little bush sticking to her skin as moisture dribbled from between her pussy lips.

I could also see my own image on her screen. I moved my body slightly to make sure the camera got a full, clear shot of my cock. The idea that my mother was watching me masturbate was making me even harder. The blood rose into my cock and the tip swelled, gaping the hole at the apex. I “innocently” gave my cock a stroke in the direction of the clock-radio/camera, giving her a clean view of ...