That was definitely a moan. She was building towards her orgasm. She was—
“Shhh,” a voice whispered behind me. “Don’t yell, Rick.”
I froze. Mom was behind me. She had caught me listening to my sister in the shower with my hand… my hand down in my shorts. I swallowed, slowly pulling my hand out of my shorts. My entire body was stiff as fear swept through me. My cock…
Stayed hard.
I straightened, my heart pounding a mile a minute. I trembled, my mouth so dry. I could feel Mom right behind me. I turned slowly to find her wearing a t-shirt and those panties from earlier, her black hair falling about her round, pale face.
“I…” Words struggled to form. I had to come up with a lie. Something to explain what I was doing. “This… It’s not…”
She put a finger to her lips and then she grabbed my hand. I swallowed as she led me down the hallway, past my bedroom, to her open door at the end of the hallway. I shuddered. I was so dead. She was about to yell at me. She just didn’t want my sister to know I was perving on her.
My shoulders sagged as Mom pulled me into her room and then closed the door. I squirmed there. She had the biggest room in the apartment, but it was cramped with her new desk shoved against the wall our rooms shared, her bed pushed over, her dresser and end tables. Her own bathroom door lay open, a small nightlight glowing from in there that shed an amber light that fell across half her face.
“Mom,” I groaned.
“I know,” she said, her voice gentle. “Poor thing. You’re horny. I can tell. And Auburn doesn’t make it easy for you, does she?”
I stared in shock at her.
“It’s okay,” she purred and then slid her hand into my shorts. I gasped as she grabbed my cock, her fingers so soft. I was still mostly hard but had started to finally soften. Now…
Now I sprang to full erection. I shuddered at the feel of her hand about me. I hadn’t had a girlfriend yet. I was a nerd. Shy. I groaned at the feel of another person’s hand touching me. Soft. Feminine. My heart pounded in my chest as she drew me out.
She stroked her hand up and down my shaft. I groaned, my toes curling as she worked her hand. She caressed up to the tip and then slid back down to the root. It was incredible. Her hand felt like silk about my dick. Her strokes were so much more intense than doing it myself.
“Mom,” I groaned.
“Shh,” she whispered. “Let’s not let your sisters know. Mmm, just let your mommy take care of you. Poor boy. Stuck in the house with three women. I know. I had brothers. Just relax and cum.”
Hearing my mother say the C word had me groaning. It was hard to think that Mom knew anything about sex other than the missionary position. Giving handjobs and saying cum were just not things I associated with her.
Now…
My balls tightened. Her hand pumped up and down, her grip perfect. She massaged over the tip, my precum soaking her hand. I squeezed my eyes shut. I was building towards my orgasm so fast. I hurtled towards it.
“Oh, god, Mom,” I panted.
“Are you about to cum?” she asked.
I nodded.
“Oh, no,” she groaned. “I need something to contain the mess.” She shot her other hand out to her dresser, still pumping up and down my cock. She snagged out a pair of satin, red panties. She pressed the cool fabric into the tip.
I gasped at the feel of Mom’s panties on the spongy crown of my cock. My balls burst with pleasure. I groaned and unloaded my cum. My body bucked and dick pulsed in her hand. Each blast of cum slammed ecstasy into my mind as my jizz splashed onto her panties.
Intense, insane rapture pummeled my thoughts. I swayed there as Mom pumped her hand up and down my spurting cock. She worked out the jizz from my balls, my spunk soaking her panties. I quivered there, my body shuddering one final time.
I hit the peak of ecstasy then panted.
“There,” Mom said and pushed my cock back into my shorts. She pulled them up and then patted my softening dick. “You don’t need to go perving around your sisters. Come to mommy if you need relief. I’ll take care of you.”
“Mom?” I groaned, staring at her in shock.
“It’s just for the quarantine. I know you jerk off when you’re alone in the apartment, but it’s hard with everyone home, right?”
“Yeah,” I panted.
“So, until this lockdown ends and you can have your privacy back,” she said, smiling, “just come to me. I’ll take care of you.”
“Mom?” I groaned. “What? Why?”
“Because I’m your mother,” she said, shaking her head, sounding amused. “And I love you. I want to make sure you’re happy. Now, you don’t need to be spying on Auburn when she’s masturbating.”
My cock twitched at that. Even Mom knew what Auburn was doing.
I headed back to my room and sat down on my bed. I shuddered, lying down. I lay there, my cock getting hard again. I heard a buzzing sound from Mom’s room as I lay there in a daze. Auburn finished up in the shower and headed to bed, satiated. I should be, too, but I kept replaying what happened.
How great Mom’s hand felt and…
“Fuck,” I muttered. I was hard again. I could just stroke one out, but… Was Mom still awake? It was nearly an hour later, past midnight. I shouldn’t wake her, but her hand had felt so much better than my own.
My heart pounding, I climbed out of bed. I padded down the hallway and knocked gently at her door, whispering, “Mom.”
“Come in,” she answered after a moment. “I suppose you are nineteen. Need more?”
I blushed with embarrassment as I opened the door and crept in. She sat up in bed and kicked off the covers as I padded to her. She had her thighs pressed tight together. I swallowed, realizing she didn’t have panties on. Why had she taken them off? Did she not sleep in her panties?
On the nightstand, the pair I had cum in were lying there, matted in my drying jizz beside her back massager. She grabbed my cock and stroked me as she sat on the bed. I shuddered as she pumped her hand up and down my cock.
I lasted longer this time.
As I was about to cum, she grabbed the pair of panties she had been wearing earlier. They were in her sheets. She pressed them to my cock. I shuddered. These were panties that had been touching her. I groaned at the feeling of the wet cloth smearing on the tip of my dick.
I exploded.
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Mom gave me a handjob every night for the next week. Sometimes, in the morning, too. Before her zoom meeting, she would jerk me off. She would be wearing a professional blouse from the waist up but would be in sweatpants or even just panties while I came. Her coworkers couldn’t see her otherwise.
It was incredible every time.
It was in the evening. I was watching TV in the living room, bored, when Jamie ran out of her bedroom in a tank top and a pair of panties. They were purple and frilly. She was no longer wearing her little girl panties but more adult affairs. Her braid swayed behind her. She reached the fridge and bent over, digging through the bottom of it.
I groaned to see how her panties had ridden up into the crack of her ass and pulled tight against her pussy. She wiggled around, shoving things around in the fridge. I swallowed, my heart pounding. My cock went leaden.