This choice: Do you continue to watch? • Go Back...Chapter #7Do you continue to watch? by: Wassel   Noticing that your pants were becoming more constrictive, along with that fact that your boner was now digging into the floor, you couldn't believe that you were actually aroused by this. Your mother's naked body was masturbating right in front of you and you were getting turned on by it. What did they call this? Oedipus complex. You heard that term tossed around a lot by some of your friends, especially when speaking of your mother, but you never thought you'd ever experience it first hand. Damn your teenage hormones! Though admittedly pretty much anything would get your dick hard, you thought to yourself, seeking comfort. However that didn't negate the fact that right now your eyes were completely transfixed on your very own mother's body.
You wondered if Dean had done this back in the hospital. The movements were inexperienced and brutish, but there was a certain finesse, as if this wasn't his first time around the block. Curiosity and pleasure clearly having gotten a hold of him prior. Part of you envied this. Access to breasts and a vagina whenever he wanted, even though the thought that it was your own mom disgusted you ...well, at least to a degree. You meanwhile still hadn't even kissed a girl.
Like a switch, your mother's toes suddenly curled and her body rose toward the back of the toilet. Letting out a small moan before sliding back down again, panting and puffing as she did. You of course realized that you had just witnessed your own mother having an orgasm. Sweat covering her entire body now, while her cheeks were colored a deep crimson. A hand meanwhile, continued to make small circles around one of her nipples, while the other, glistening and wet at the fingertips, was brought up to her flushed face so that she could inhale the scent of her own juices. With that hand now gone from between her legs, you finally had a clear view of her vagina. A smattering of hair covered much of it, but you could still make out the unmistakable shape of her moist and fleshy folds. This sight, added to everything else you'd just seen, causing your own dick to feel like it to was also about to explode.
A few minutes passed as Dean sat there on the toilet catching his breath. His fingers all the while still circling your mother's large breast and dark pink areola, before he then opened up his eyes (thankfully still failing to notice your presence) and lifted himself back up onto his feet. Entering the nearby shower to his left.
The masturbation session was over it seemed, and not wanting to test your luck, you sneaked back out of the room, grabbed your sandwich, then made a beeline straight for your own.
Exhaling a sigh of relief once in the confines of your bedroom, you started to eat your sandwich while thinking over all of what you had just seen. Your own mom masturbating and coming to an orgasm. The sight of which had nearly given you one of your own. This idea of course made you feel sick to the stomach. Being unable to finish your sandwich as you pushed it to one side. Not only was your mother dead, but now some horny 14 year old nerd was using her body as his own personal sex toy. Images of her hand greedily fingering her pussy, while another aggressively tweaked her nipples entered your mind. Images that you immediately tried to dispel by shaking your head. Not wanting to think about them. The lower half of you body unfortunately had a very different story to tell. Your erection having returned in the intervening moments. Damn, you thought. That was just too much for you to handle.
Making your way over to your bed, you stared up at the ceiling, trying to get some sleep, it being a little after 1:30am. It took a while for you to drift off, but once you did, your dreams were filled with breasts, vaginas, and your mother masturbating. You even dreamed that you were about to fuck her pussy. It almost begging for you to fill its hole, but your alarm clock went off before you did. Waking suddenly to find beads of sweat covering your forehead, while your t-shirt was absolutely drenched.
This was definitely not good.
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