It had been about three weeks since I had sex with Katie’s mom at my house. It was an hour after a pretty good dinner of lasagna and vegetables and lemon cake at her house. We were sitting in the living room, Jen and me on their leather sofa and Tony, Jen’s husband, on a large chair next to the end table. We’d been drinking wine for a while and the conversation had gotten more risqué, when Jen told her husband, “Lauren sa...

It was Katie’s mom’s third time in our house since the COVID outbreak, all in the past week. I called her Jen, short for Jennifer (which is her real name). We had been talking for a half an hour, mostly about recipes and cooking, when she said, “Katie told me you watched your son masturbating.” I made a face, kind of a frown. “She told you that?” “Yes,” Jen said. “Is it true?” “Well… I mean, that’s not something to talk a...

You breathe out, I breathe in. The poppies around us smell like cherry blossoms and cocoa. My knees root me to the ground. I’m staring into your eyes and you gaze back at me. I’m lightly caressing your cheek. Your cock is deep in my pussy, but we’re focused on our breathing. I clench your cock, release, relax. Your hips push up half an inch and I feel your cock shift inside me, pressing the walls of my pussy. I almost cum...

I sat in front of my laptop. Katie stood right behind me and bent down to see the screen. I brought up Bongacams. “This is what Toby was looking at,” I said. Toby is my sixteen-year-old son. “Wow,” Katie answered, peering at the screenful of cams, all women older than she. We clicked “couples” and “guys” and got what you’d expect, including a few cams with actual sex or masturbation. “I knew he watched porn, like anybody,...

I stood in my bedroom doorway and watched my son, Toby, masturbate. He noticed me and a slight smile crossed his lips. He’d stroke for maybe ten seconds, then he’d move my laptop’s mouse and go back to stroking. He looked good. Toby was standing up, completely naked, but his hair was combed and his posture was straight. His hips moved back and forth slightly. I couldn’t see what he was looking at, the laptop was turned aw...

“Toby”, I asked, “why are you in the bathtub? I don’t think you’ve taken a bath since you were ten.” He was now sixteen and it appeared Staying at Home during the COVID-19 outbreak was driving him crazy. He was using the water jets in the tub, possibly the main extravagance in our house. In any case, he was just lying there, naked. “Thought I’d try it,” he said. “The water jets. It gets kind of boring, you know, mom? Just...

My son, Toby, was masturbating when I walked past his room. The door was wide open. He lay naked on his bed, stroking his cock and looking at his cell phone. I walked in and said, “You know, you should close the door when you do that… whatcha watching?” Moms wonder about these things. He didn’t look at me, but held up his phone where two women were kissing and not just kissing, they were slurping each other’s tongues. The...

I was in my bathrobe, just taking the waffle out of the toaster, when I realized I’d left Lushstories open on my laptop. I was downstairs in the kitchen, my laptop was upstairs in my bedroom, and my son was using my laptop. I ran to the stairs, then stopped and thought about it. The browser window was minimized... maybe he wouldn’t see it? I started up the stairs slowly. If he did see it, so what? What page was I on when...