Quarantined with Kell, Part VI - Sex Stories

Quarantined with Kell, Part VI

... the engorged tip.

I heard her gasp and saw a shiver run through her body. She slipped a hand across her breasts, massaging them, squeezing the nipples. They were large and hung slightly downward, just like Bridget’s. I thought of our fuck session in the attic and how badly I wanted that to be my mother.

I took my finger and ran it up the underside of my cock, squeezing out all of the pre-come that had begun accumulating inside. I took it on the tip of my finger and stretched it out from my cock head, making a thin thread. I pressed the salty slime to my tongue and licked my fingertip.

Watching this, my mother took her own finger and put it in her mouth. Then she put both of her hands on her chest, caressing them gently. Her eyes were locked on my image on her screen and I knew that she was wishing I was the one who was there touching, caressing them. I wanted to go to her, I needed her. But I knew I couldn’t, at least not yet. After what she had done to me, and to Kell, I had to see this through, so I restrained myself. I stroked my cock some more, cupped my balls, and ran a hand up my chest. I spread my legs to make sure she had a clear view between them.

My mother’s hand had now found its way between her thighs. She ran her hands up and down the lobes, parting them, slipping a finger inside. She leaned back on a pillow that was propped against the headboard, still able to see the laptop screen, and stroked her finger in and out of her pussy. When she pulled ...

... it out, a long thread of grool extended from her soaked snatch to her hand. She brought it to her mouth and licked her hand clean, then slid three fingers inside herself and began stroking more vigorously. With her other hand she continued to touch her breasts.

The insanity, the intensity, of what I was doing struck me right then. My mother had a hidden camera in my bedroom and was masturbating while she watched me masturbate. What she didn’t know was that I was also on the video controller and I was watching her pleasure herself. It was like a double-secret masturbation session.

My mother reached for her vibrator and flicked it on, playing the tip across her breasts. Her nipples were as hard as arrowheads. She slid the toy down and rubbed it across her clit as she worked her fingers in and out of her slit.

I was stroking myself into a frenzy as I watched my mother masturbate. I was trying to edge on and off, I didn’t want to come too fast and lose energy. I wanted this to last a long time. But as my mother reached her first orgasm, I felt my balls begin to tighten. I needed to unload, I needed to come.

I watched the screen, trying to hold back.

Then, suddenly, my own image disappeared from the screen in front of my mother. Instead, Kells’ face popped up.

“Hey, there, sister,” said Kell, smirking. “Do you usually rub one out while watching your own son masturbate?”

“Kell?” my mother stammered, caught offguard.

“Yep, it’s me. Jacob and I did a little ...