I watched through slitted eyes as my mother stood there, staring at my naked body. Then she stepped in, close, next to my bed. I watched her hand move down and under her tee shirt. Her breathing got faster, and I could hear her fingers stirring her copious wetness. Her other hand was on one of her breasts, pulling the n****e through the fabric. She was panting. I wanted to say something; I wanted to masturbate, have her watch me do it, and maybe even more than that, but it didn't seem right yet.
She was fast. She must have been very needy. Her pace increased; her panting got louder. Then she gasped and her body shook. Her hand got soaked by the evidence of her climax. The excess splashed on the floor between her feet.
Mom took her hand from between her legs and gently grasped my erect c*
