[M] Masturbated in front of my mother..

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I had resigned from my job and was returning home for a bit to save some money while looking for work. One day, a week or so after I’d returned, I found my Mom struggling to set up her new laptop. Being the tech-savvy son, I offered to help.

While setting it up, I noticed she was struggling to recall her passwords. We shared a laugh over her forgetfulness, and I suggested setting up a password manager for her. To explain what it was and how it worked, I decided to show her my user account on my laptop, talking her through the basic functionalities. But she seemed a bit confused with the process, so I handed her the laptop to try it out for herself, hoping that the hands-on approach would make it easier to find out.

As she navigated through the browser, I patiently explained the steps. She was a quick learner, but she confessed to being a bit overwhelmed with the influx of information. So, I suggested switching to Safari, as its interface might be more straightforward and user-friendly for her.

Here’s where I made the mistake. I had forgotten to close the file manager from my previous session. In my haste to transition to Safari, I had failed to exit out of my personal files, leaving them exposed and accessible. As my Mom flipped through the open tabs, she suddenly paused, her finger hovering over the trackpad. That’s where the story takes a twist. See, I’d forgotten about this one folder. It was hidden well inside a web of folders, labeled ‘Yoga poses’, nothing that’d catch your attention unless you knew what you were looking for. Now, this folder was where I kept my… well, let’s just say, very private collection of explicit pictures generated from Pornify. Yeah, the website that nudifies any photo you upload.

There was no time to make up any excuse, and before I could stop her, she clicked on it. The folder opened, revealing a plethora of nude pictures. They were all her. Pictures of her I’d taken from her Facebook, and then used Pornify to… well, you know.

I was frozen, bracing myself for the scream, the slap, the disgust. But instead, she was silent. She sat back, studying the screen, her face unreadable. It felt like an eternity before she finally spoke. “You find me attractive?” she asked, her voice softer than I’d ever heard it.

I nodded, unable to form words. We sat there in silence, the tension in the room almost suffocating. It was then, she made her move. Turning to face me, she placed her hand on my thigh. It was as if electricity shot through me, my breath hitched. She leaned in closer, her lips barely brushing against my ear as she whispered, “Show me how these pictures make you feel.” The sentence echoed in my mind as she watched me with an uncharacteristically intense gaze. It took me a moment to register her words, but when I did, I felt a heat rush to my cheeks. My heart hammered in my chest, and I gulped nervously. She was asking me to… masturbate, in front of her. I hesitated, but the smoldering look in her eyes made my decision for me.

Slowly, I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. My heart pounded against my ribs as I pulled out my already semi-hard cock. A sharp intake of breath was her only response as she watched, wide-eyed and silent. I was about to pleasure myself in front of my own mother, and the absurdity of the situation was not lost on me. But somehow, the transgressive nature of it only served to intensify my arousal.

I began to stroke myself, her eyes never leaving my hand. I could feel my face flushing as I continued, my pace slowly increasing. I reached over with my free hand, opening up the folder again. As the pictures filled the screen, a moan escaped my lips. It was a sight I had seen many times in private, but the exhibitionist element added a new level of exhilaration. As I continued, I could see her eyes flick between my face and my hand. Her face was flushed, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and curiosity. She bit her lip as she watched, her breaths becoming shaky.

The tension in the room was palpable, the only sound being my labored breathing and the wet sounds of my hand moving. I felt myself nearing the edge, my body tensing in anticipation. With a final groan, I came, my seed spilling over my fingers.

Afterwards, there was a moment of stunned silence as we both processed what had just happened. Neither of us knew what to say, the reality of what I’d done sinking in. I had just masturbated in front of my mother, to pictures of her. Yet, there was no disgust or regret in her eyes, only a newfound curiosity that left me wondering where this was gonna lead us.

And that’s where we are now. It’s definitely a strange and unexpected place to be, but I cannot deny that it’s changed how I see her. And I cannot help but be intrigued by what the future holds for us.

NSFW: yes


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