Movie Night

Movie Night
by DirtyMindedMom

I flipped the lights out as I came into the living room and handed the bowl of popcorn to my son. Back then we were still enthralled with our first microwave oven that my husband had gotten me for my 38th birthday. Popcorn in minutes was just one of the modern wonders introduced into our house in the ‘80s. The other was the VCR.

I popped a tape into the Betamax and sat on the sofa next to Jeffery. This wasn’t going to be like our usual movie nights. For one, Jeffery’s father wasn’t going to be joining us due to him being in Vegas for a conference. The other difference was the video I’d selected for that evening. Now that the moment of truth had arrived, I was feeling more nervous than I expected.

“What’re we watching?” Jeffery asked with his mouth full. He had just finished another growth spurt and was half a head taller than me, but he was still my little boy in so many ways. I had to remind myself that he was 15, and physically on his way to becoming a man in every sense of the word. Which is exactly what prompted tonight’s movie selection.

“It’s one you’ve seen before.” I reached for the remote and fiddled with it.

“Aww, why not something new?”

“Because it’s one of my favorites.” I hit play. “And I think maybe one of yours, as well.”

He shrugged and settled in as the machine whirred and the video started. The screen was suddenly filled with in image of me on my back in a hotel room. I was naked, my legs spread. I held my pussy open as my husband’s cock entered my very wet hole.

Jeffery choked.

“Oh, sorry,” I said, trying not to let my voice shake. “I forgot to rewind. But this is where you left off anyway, isn’t it?”

Yes, it was the sex tape my husband and I made on our last vacation. I found it in Jeffery’s room hidden under some dirty clothes in his closet. It was bad enough that he stole it in the first place, but then to pick one of the worst possible hiding places was downright stupid.

“Mom, I…” He was too panicked to know what to say – especially with the sounds of his mother getting fucked were filling the room.

“You like seeing your parents having sex?”

“No! I didn’t know what it was…I just—”

“You just watched it and hid it in your bedroom. Maybe waiting to have the house to yourself so you could watch it again?”

“No! Mom, please turn it off,” he wailed.

“No way. I told you this is one of my favorites.” I moved close to him and put my hand around his shoulder, mostly to keep him from escaping. “Look how nice your father’s cock slides in and out of my pussy.”

Jeffery just groaned helplessly, moments away from dying of embarrassment. I was actually enjoying this more than I should. I thought I would play a few seconds of the tape to shame him into staying out of my bedroom. But I wasn’t feeling as angry as when I first discovered he had seen my sex tape.

“How many times did you jerk off to this? Hmm?”

“None,” he insisted sullenly.

“Oh, we both know that’s a lie.” I hugged him tighter to me. I watched the action on the screen. My tits were bouncing enticingly as I got fucked. They were looking pretty sexy for a lady pushing 40. “Your dad beats off to it at least a couple times a month. You’re lucky he’s not the one who found out you had it.”

“You’re not going to tell, are you?”

“We’ll see.” I was becoming uncomfortably aware of my growing arousal. This wasn’t at all how I’d planned it. “Oh, this is the part where I turn around and Dad fucks me from behind. Do you like this part?”

He was doing his best not to look at the screen. “Don’t know,” he muttered.

I watched as I rolled over and got up on all fours. Hubby slapped my ass a few times with his stiff cock before sliding it into my pussy. “Can you see everything?” I heard myself ask before reaching back and spreading my cheeks. I had to laugh.

“Oh, God. You can see my asshole.” I caught Jeffery stealing a quick glance. “That’s something I never saw before we got the video camera.” I tussled my mortified son’s hair. “Do you like that? You think your mom has a pretty butt hole?”

He cleared his throat. “Yes.”

I hadn’t expected an answer, much less an honest one.

“Oh…well, I’m glad you like it.” I was getting nervous again. I didn’t know where this was going. Maybe I should stop the tape, give him a good scolding, and end it there. “What about my tits? Do Mommy’s naked tits make your cock hard?”

My son looked at the screen. I was on my back again, pushing my boobs together while his father slid his dick between them. “Yeah. They’re real nice, too.” His voice was quiet but sincere.

“Is your cock hard right now?”

When he didn’t answer, I took the bowl of popcorn from his lap and set it on the coffee table. This answered my question.

“I bet you get a lot of hard-ons, don’t you?” I watched him nod slowly. Such a handsome boy. “And when your penis gets hard, it feels good to masturbate it, right?”

“Uh huh.”

“And it’s even better when you do it while watching a dirty video of your mother getting her pussy fucked.” Before I realized it, my hand was moving up my son’s leg and coming to rest on the urgent bulge in his jeans.

“It feels really good when it squirts,” he confessed.

“Mmm, it sure does.” I told myself to take my hand away, but I ended up squeezing instead. “Did you know that girls masturbate, too?”

He shook his head. “How can they?”

I guess his father left this out when they had their talk. “You see how Dad’s cock is going in and out of my pussy? When boys jerk off, they fuck their hand kind of like it’s a pussy. When girls masturbate, we fuck our fingers like they’re a penis.” I nibbled his earlobe playfully, then realized I was getting carried away. “But there’s also more to it for girls.”

“Like what?”

“It’s hard to explain.” The next words came out before I could stop them. “Would you like me to show you?”

He looked at me for the first time since all this started. He couldn’t tell if I was serious, and he was clearly afraid to say yes in case I was setting him up for a trap.

An idea hit me. “Go get the video camera,” I told him. “Hurry.”

He jumped up and ran to my bedroom. While he was gone, I stripped out of my clothes before I could have second thoughts. I flipped the lights on, and those second thoughts came fast. I reached for my panties, but Jeffery arrived before I could get them on. When I saw the way he was staring at my nakedness, I was pretty much committed.

“Since Dad will eventually catch you if you keep stealing his sex tapes, I thought perhaps you’d like to have one of your own.”

“You’re going to have sex with me?”

“No,” I said firmly. “I’m going to let you make a recording of me masturbating. How does that sound?”

“It sounds totally awesome, Mom.”

“Then put a new tape in and let’s get going before I change my mind.” I picked up the remote and was going to turn off my homemade porno, but then decided to leave it on. It was at the part where I was on top, and I liked the way my boobs jiggled in that position.

I sat on the sofa as Jeffery put in the tape and hefted the camera up onto his shoulder.

“Okay, ready,” he announced.

“We’re only doing this once, so let’s not mess it up.” I said sternly.

He nodded and knelt down across from me to get the best angle. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. The little red light came on. “Recording.”

“First of all, when a boy gets excited his penis gets hard, but when a girl gets excited her pussy gets wet.” I uncrossed my legs, spreading them wide. I ran a couple fingers over my hole and held them out to the camera so he could see my juices. Without thinking about it, I sucked those juices off my fingers with a sultry look at my son.

“Like I said, we use our fingers like a cock.” I began working myself with one finger, then added a second. “In and out, just like this. Like we’re getting fucked by a nice hard penis. Mmmm…” It was going to be difficult not to orgasm before the lesson was over.

“Can you see that, honey? Can you see how Mommy is fucking herself with her fingers?”

“Yeah, Mom. That’s super sexy.”

“But girls have another way to masturbate.” I drew my fingers out, slid them up along my slit and spread myself. “We also have a clit. You’ll have to come in close to see it.”

Jeffery pushed the coffee table aside and brought the camera right up between my legs. I knew he was close enough to smell my arousal. I tapped the pink tip of my clit.

“This is it right here. It’s very sensitive, and it feels good to rub it.” I ran small circles around my stiff nub. I assumed I would be too nervous exposing myself like this to my son to get off, but it was suddenly clear that wasn’t the case. “This is what girls do when they want to cum. This is the way your mother masturbates.” I rubbed my clit faster.

“Do girls squirt like we do?”

My hips were rolling as the pleasure built. “Some girls squirt when they cum, but not all the time.”

“Do you?” Jeffery backed off a little so he could once again get a full body shot of me.

“We’ll find out in a few seconds,” I said and followed that with a plaintive moan. I could hear my own sex cries coming from the TV as the other me was quickly approaching orgasm. Hearing myself about to cum accelerated my excitement all the more.

“I’m going to cum! Oh, Jeffery, sweetheart…Mommy is going to cum so fucking hard! Aaaaaaah! Shit, yes, yes, oh fuck, yes!”

My son’s question about whether I was one of “those” girls was answered when a stream of pungent juice was ejaculated forcefully from my cunt. I guess this was one of those times. My insides convulsed and another squirt erupted from my pussy, followed by one more. As I frantically finished myself off, flying drops of sex fluid soaked my thighs and tummy. I almost couldn’t remember the last time I squirted like that. It felt so good that I didn’t even care about the mess I had to clean up.

“Wow, Mom! You got it on the camera from way over there.” He quickly took off his t-shirt and dabbed the lens, before focusing on me again as I lay slouched on the sofa trying to catch my breath.

“Okay, there you go, honey. Your own private sex tape to jerk off to.” I noticed the persistent bulge in his pants and knew I couldn’t leave him like that. “As long as I have my pussy out, you want to go ahead and beat off live and in person to your mom’s horny cunt?”

Without answering he put the camera aside, whipped out his erection, and began stroking it as fast as he could. I would have liked to watch him do it nice and slow, but I guess I couldn’t blame him. I reached and got the camera and hoisted it up on my shoulder. I pointed it at my boy’s cock as he tugged himself madly.

“That’s it baby, make it squirt for Mommy. Look at your mother’s hot, wet cunt and think about how much you want to fuck it. I want to see that cock cum, baby. Give it to me!”

Just like that my boy was shooting his wad. He was close enough that most of it ended up on me, splattering on my thighs and swollen pussy. I had clearly gone too far with this. Way, way too far. I stopped recording.

“That’s it, baby cakes. Show’s over.” I’m sure he was up for more, but I had to draw the line somewhere. “We’re never going to mention this to your father, understand?” He nodded vigorously. “And you’re going to find a really good hiding place for that, yes?” More nods as he ejected the tape. “And no one else will ever see it except for you, right?”

“I swear, Mom. I’ll keep this a secret for a million years.”

“Okay, now put all that stuff away just like you found it.” I saw that his cock was still hard as ever. Hard and about as big as his father’s, maybe even a little fatter around. It seemed such a shame to let that go to waste, especially when I was already feeling that ache that told me I needed to cum again.

“Oh, and also. Can you make a copy for me?”

“Sure.” He couldn’t hold back a sly smile. “Thanks, Mom.”

“You’re welcome. And I hope you’ve learned your lesson,” my stupid joke got a smile out of him. I stood and held my arms out. “Now come give me a hug goodnight.”

My son held me tight for a long time, neither of us wanting to stop hugging first. His stiff cock pressed against the lower part of my belly, and my tits felt good mashed against his chest. I had said this would only be a one-time thing, but being in my son’s arms like that convinced me this wasn’t the last time we’d share such a moment together.

“I love you, Mom.”

“I love you, too, sweetheart.” I gave him a lingering kiss on the lips. “And next time Dad is out of town, I’ll let you pick the movie.”

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6 thoughts on “Movie Night

  1. The first time I read this story, I thought it was crying out for a sequel.

    I still do.

    Guess I’ll just have to keep rereading it until you do one. Or until some visionary television producer wakes up and turns your back catalogue into an anthology series.

  2. Such a gloriously happy encounter. Every teenage son should have a mother like this one.

    Lance

  3. What I wouldn’t have given to have a “Movie Night” like this with my mother. I lusted for her pussy ever since I was old enough to get an erection. I fantasized of having every conceivable type of sex with my mother that was possible. but more than anything… I wanted to taste her hairy pussy..!! I wanted to eat her each & every night before I went to bed…

  4. Part 2! Part 2! Part 2! Part 2!
    Yeaaahh Part 2!

    Come on! Choo know choo wanna write it! And I would rather enjoy reading it – single handedly ; )

  5. Great story. My mom and I used to watch porn too. She used to catch me all the time jacking off and would just smile. Then she asked to see me cum. Then she helped and soon we were fucking. Best pussy I have ever had. I think most moms want to enjoy their sons. Mine sure did.

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