How Embarrassing 2

An experience shared by Ed:

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This is about the evening of that day that something happened between Mum and I (How Embarrassing) and the following day.

I was still resting in bed when Mum finished showering and drying her hair. She came into my room to see if I was okay. Mum was bright and bubbly. I told her I was fine, and she suggested I rest up. I was feeling a little strange about what happened earlier, but seeing Mum was so upbeat I began to feel the same way.

The interesting thing was that Mum was wearing a very tight, short skirt and a tight tank top singlet. I could tell she didn’t have a bra on as there was a quite a bit of movement when she walked. I knew she was a C-cup. Whilst I had seen her in skin tight tops before, she normally had a bra on, and normally wore them with jeans – the short skirt was something different.

Anyway, Mum started getting dinner and I dozed in bed. Dad got home at his usual time, but before he could put his briefcase down Mum rushed him into their room and shut the door. It was quite unusual, and I started getting nervous wondering if she was telling Dad what happened earlier.

After about 15 minutes, they both came out and seemed very happy. No stern words from Dad. Mum seemed to be as happy as anything, and even Dad commented on how great she looked. The evening went as usual, and I pretty much relaxed watching TV and reading. As I got to rest for most of the day (still not feeling well with the chicken pox), I do tend to be up late as I can sleep in too. Mum and Dad said good night and went to bed. Their room is next door to mine, and a smaller third bedroom is used as an office (on the other side of my room). Although I didn’t want to be right next to their room all my life, I didn’t want the smallest bedroom either.

I can quite honestly say I had never heard any “interesting” noises coming from their room at all in my life and had never thought I would want to. Not being tired and up late at night reading, the place was pretty quiet when I heard distinct moans and “bouncing bed” noises coming from Mum and Dad’s room. I could hear Mum’s voice but not really what she was saying, and I’m sure I heard some slapping sounds. After what happened earlier in the day, I was a little excited and although I got hard, I decided not to masturbate, although I did creep to their door and heard louder moaning and each of them say things “Oh, fuck, fuck me,” and ‘Harder, harder.” This did weird me out, and I went back to bed and went to sleep hearing the more muffled sounds of my parents fucking!

I slept in, got up about 10:00 or so, and walked out to find Mum as happy as she was the night before and dressed again in the same short tight skirt and singlet top, still no bra. Anyway she fussed over me and got me breakfast, sat with me while I ate, asking if I was feeling better. She looked at some of my sores and said they seemed to be getting better. Mum just seemed so happy.

I was a little quiet and weirded out from the day before and from hearing Mum and Dad have sex last night. Mum asked, “Is all okay? Are you okay, baby?” I asked her directly, “Did you tell Dad what happened yesterday?” She said she hadn’t and my mood brightened a little. She then said, “What happens between us is just between us. No one else ever has to know. It’s just between you and me, baby.” What stunned me is she said “happens” as opposed to “happened.”

This got my mind spinning. There was nothing negative or limiting in what she said. I was feeling sick in the stomach, but with excitement. Mum said, “Don’t worry, baby, I won’t tell Dad. Anyway, he gained a benefit out of it.” I looked at Mum and smiled. She smiled back and I boldly said, “I heard you two last night.” She said, “Oh God, how embarrassing, but I’m not surprised. I was very excited last night after everything.”

We were a little quiet for a few minutes and Mum cleaned up the breakfast dishes. She was looking great, particularly her tight top with no bra. I really couldn’t take my eyes of her chest when she walked back into the room (I should really say bounced!), and after yesterday I knew I didn’t need to hide anything. I just stared at her tits.

The next thing Mum said was: “Time for your bath, I reckon. I’ll go run it for you,” and she was off down the hall to the bathroom. This was strange as I normally had my bath in the afternoon, after a day of lying around not feeling the best. Although, I was feeling a lot better, let me tell you.

Mum came down the hall and said the bath was ready. After all the thoughts I was having, I was hard already. Mum had run the bath and was sitting on the edge of it. I walked in and my pyjama pants were poking out like a tent. Seeing as she seemed to be intent on staying there (she had never done so before) I stripped off with my hard-on making another appearance.

I relaxed in the bath for a few moments, Mum was fussing over me asking if it was too hot, too cold, or I needed anything. I was fine although somewhat embarrassed I could not lie in the bath without a hard-on. I told Mum I had a bit of a panic when Dad got home yesterday when they both went into their room and closed the door as I thought she was going to tell him. Mum burst out laughing and said, “There was no talking at all going on in there.” She was still laughing, and I turned bright red, realising they must have been up to something.

She decided to embarrass me even more by telling me she was so excited when Dad got home that she couldn’t wait, “So I gave him a blow job then and there.” I wanted to sink with my head under the water. I think Mum was enjoying embarrassing me. She was certainly in charge of things already.

Mum then looked straight at me and said, “Tell me, baby, yesterday after I put the washing on (her jizz covered blouse) and I went to my room, did you masturbate straight away?” I still wanted to sink beneath the water but I meekly said, “Um, yes. Sorry.” She said she thought so, but then stunned me with: “It’s okay, I did too.” I think I went even a brighter red.

This was getting too much, I had found out way too much information, was embarrassed and felt like running away, but Mum knew I was okay as I was sporting a throbbing erection still. She asked if I was done and if I wanted to be dried off. I really couldn’t avoid it, but I was again feeling light headed, sick in the tummy with excitement, and confused over everything that had been said, had happened yesterday and with Mum not wearing a bra.

I got out of the bath and Mum directed me to her bedroom telling me it was nice and sunny in there as it was still morning. I went and stood in the sun which felt great on my body. She dried my back and then my front, top to toes, front and back. Not a word was said while she was patting me dry. She knelt in front of me and did not move. I stood there with my cock as hard as anything, my head spinning.

I started masturbating, very slowly. Mum moaned and said, “It’s okay, baby, good boy.” She briefly touched my balls, then my cock. I continued to stroke. My thoughts were jumbled, Mum giving Dad head, them fucking like crazy last night, Mum with no bra on, Mum suggesting I have a bath and now in her bedroom masturbating. She was making this all happen, Mum was in charge!

Mum knelt up and took her top off, her breasts bouncing until she cupped them. I almost fainted. I had seen her in a sheer robe or nightie before but never bare breasted. They were quite large, but not huge and had light brown nipples. I moaned, she let go of her breasts and grabbed my cock. She stroked me a few times, then let me go and stood up and went to her bed side drawer and got out some Johnson’s Baby Lotion (not baby oil but the lotion in the pink bottle). Her boobs bounced the whole way until she knelt in front of me again.

She tipped the bottle up and poured some lotion on my cock. It felt quite cold. She said, “It’s okay, baby, this will feel so good. You’ll love it.” Mum started stroking my cock, and it did feel good. Her breasts were moving as she stroked. I so wanted to touch them, but resisted. I didn’t want to break the moment. She put a little more lotion on my cock, and made sure my cock and balls were completely covered in the pink lotion.

Mum kept masturbating me. All I could do was watch. I could smell the Johnson’s Baby Lotion. It smelt so nice, so comforting almost. I knew this would be over pretty quickly. Mum was moaning a little. She asked me if I liked it and if she was doing a good job. I told her it was great. “You’re amazing, Mum. So sexy, so pretty and sexy.”

It was then I looked up. I had been concentrating on looking down at Mum stroking my cock, and at her tits, but when I looked up I saw our reflection in the floor length mirror behind Mum about two metres away. There I was, standing totally nude, Mum kneeling down in front of me, with her short tight skirt having ridden up to just under her bottom cheeks.

That was it – time to lose control and “spurt my jizz.” I thrust a little and said, “Mum, Mum, Mum!” in quite an urgent tone. She stroked me faster with one hand, fondled my lotion-covered balls with the other just as I moaned an overly loud “Ahhhhhhhhh” and started to cum. This time Mum didn’t even try to catch my jizz in her hand, but had me spurting all over her bare breasts.

Mum hadn’t said anything for a few minutes, since putting the lotion on my cock. I was shaking and cumming when she said, “That’s it, baby, cum on my tits. Cum on my tits, baby.” It was all over too quickly with about four or so spurts onto her bare boobs. She leant closer to me and rubbed my cock on a breast and then let go of me. She was moaning, then went back on her haunches and rubbed both breasts all over, smearing my cum and the lotion still on her hands all over both breasts. All I could do was stare. I then collapsed in the chair that was behind me. Mum knelt where she was and smiled, still rubbing her tits.

Mum crawled over to me. She touched my cock gently and said, “I’m so proud of you, baby, so proud. Thank you, baby.” All I could do was say, “Thanks, Mum.”

Mum got up and was wandering around topless. I just smiled at her, and she said, “Why don’t you go to your room and play again while I have some time alone, too.”

After what she told me in the bath, I knew she needed to masturbate. My head was still spinning, Mum was topless, had just masturbated me to an amazing cum, and she knew I would want to wank myself again straight away. She’d also told me just before that she had sucked Dad off when he got home last night. I was thinking this is all way too good; I couldn’t believe it was happening. I also had no idea if this was going to continue or if Mum would come to her senses and stop everything.

The horny teenager in my head took over, as I wanted to get as much out of this as I could. I boldly asked if I had to go. I wanted to see her pussy and wanted to see her play with it. If there was a chance I could see Mum finger herself, I wanted it before it all potentially got taken away from me.

Mum said I had to go, she needs her time to relax. I started to stroke my cock which was back at full erection. She looked unsure, but jokingly commented that I was just a terrible son and didn’t know when to stop, or how lucky I was. We both laughed and I commented that I was the luckiest kid out, and that if Dad and Mum are getting benefits out of it all, then I must be a good luck charm. We both laughed, me stroking my cock and Mum topless.

I know I had taken a chance by not leaving when Mum asked me to, but the urge to see more of her was overwhelming. I wanted to see her naked and playing with her pussy. I wanted to kneel on the bed beside her and masturbate whilst she played with herself. To put it bluntly, I wanted to see Mum finger fuck herself! Mum said, “You know I’m going to masturbate, you can stay and you can too, but you won’t really see anything. Not the way I do it.” I told her I didn’t care and that I would feel special if I could stay. She came over and kissed me on the cheek, and said “You’re very special, baby, I love you.”

With that she folded the covers on her side of the bed over onto Dad’s side and lay face down on her tummy. She still had her tight skirt on which was down to just past her bum cheeks. I saw her put her right arm under her and her bum raise in the air whilst her hand went between her legs. She then started lifting and lowering her bottom in the air as she was rubbing her pussy on her fingers. She was right – with he her legs pressed fairly well together, I couldn’t see much, but knowing what she was doing was way too exciting. I was a little disappointed she didn’t strip off an openly finger herself in front of me but I was pretty impressed with what I was seeing anyway.

She rubbed herself more. I was stroking myself, as quiet as anything just watching. Mum was moaning and moving a little faster. Bravely I got up and went to one of her underwear drawers and pulled out a nice silky bra and went and sat back down. I stroked myself with one of the soft silky cups.

I saw Mum’s legs spread a little as she adjusted her position. Although I couldn’t see much, I think (now with hindsight from Rachael’s wonderful blog) she probably put her fingers in her pussy for some penetration and the palm of her hand as pressure on her clit. Anyway, her movements became a little more exaggerated, her moaning louder. She was moving quite quickly and started this little mewling or sobbing sound. She moved even quicker and the sobbing was quicker and a little louder. Mum must have been cumming.

It was at this time I ejaculated with Mum’s bra wrapped around my cock. Mum stopped and lay there for about a minute and nothing was said between us. I looked down and could see my cum had seeped through the material of the bra. It looked so sexy, particularly because it was Mum’s. I had been masturbating with Mum’s bras, panties or lingerie since I was about 13 but had always been careful not to ejaculate onto any of it. I would stroke myself with something and then when I was about to spurt, I would just rub the lingerie on my balls and ejaculate on my tummy or on the floor, or one of my cum hankies. I could then fold the lingerie back up and put it back in Mum’s dresser drawer. I certainly lost control this time, but this time I wanted Mum to see it. I wanted to prompt her to ask what I was doing with her bra, so I could confess. Maybe I wanted to get in trouble for using it.

Mum slowly got up looking quite flushed and embarrassed. She sat on the edge of the bed and covered her boobs, putting her arm across in front of them. She didn’t look at me and said, “You didn’t see much, did you?.” I told her, no not at all and not to worry about it. She stood up saw me with her bra still wrapped around my cock. All pretences were dropped and she let her arm down. She laughed and said, “You look so silly with my bra wrapped around your dick.” I laughed got up and went over and kissed her on the cheek and told her I loved her and was proud of her.

I dropped the bra on her bed and went to walk out, to which she said, “No, baby, you either put that in the washing basket or you can borrow it for the night.” With that I grabbed it and went and left it under my pillow. Although Mum didn’t ask me about wanking with her bra, at least she knew I had done so and she said I could use it again.

I still couldn’t believe what had happened and was majorly confused. For a relatively normal 17 year old, with only limited experiences with girls, it was certainly way out there for me. I can tell you that just seeing a bottle of Johnson’s Baby Lotion still gets me hard!

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