I took the bus from college to my hometown. When I got to the bus station I was supposed to call my mom to come and pick me up. As it turned out I ran into a friend of mine that just happened to see me as I was getting ready to make the call to my mom. He lived about four miles from my moms house and said he would take me home and save my mom the trip into town. So we caught up on things and decided we would get together for a couple of beers once we had the chance.

We pulled up at my moms house and talked for another minute or two before he drove away. I thought I would surprise my mom and went around back and used my key to let myself in. I thought she would be in the kitchen, her favorite part of the house my dad used to say before he passed away a few years earlier.

The kitchen was empty and then I heard the hum of the dryer that was in the utility room. The door was closed but I opened it just to see if my mom was there, which she wasn't. Made my way through the dining room and into the living room. So I figured mom had to be upstairs folding clothes and putting them away.

As soon as I made the turn to the staircase I heard a sound. At first I thought my mom was on the phone, but after a few seconds I didn't think that was the case. Slowly I started up, trying not to make the steps creak as I climbed them slowly. As the top of my head reached the landing the sound was louder and I turned to look back down the hall to my moms bedroom.

For a quick moment I thought maybe my mom was sick, she made noises that sounded very weird and I was just about to bolt up the rest of the steps and race down the hall to her bedroom. Slowly I made my way to the landing and kept listening, slowly moving towards her bedroom.

Her bedroom door was open and I could see her lower legs moving back and forth slightly. As I approached the door I
peeked between the gap of the opening. My mom lay in bed partially clothed, from the waist up. It took me a moment to figure out what was going on.

My mom who is 5oyo and still looks pretty decent for her age is lying on the bed with a rather large dildo shoved up her coochie. It was shiny black and I saw my mom shove that beast in and out of her repeatedly. She was panting with pleasure as she worked it in and out quickly. Her eyes were closed and she fucked that big toy cock over and over until it was making me hot watching her. I know that's pretty fucked up to say it, but it was the truth. When my cock was straining inside my jeans I had these rapid fantasies of going to my mom and letting me use the dildo on her so she could just enjoy it. Then the fantasy of going in and removing the dildo and shoving my hard cock into her entered my mind.

Thankfully I made the choice just to enjoy the fantasies and slowly backed away from her bedroom. Quietly going back down the stairs and going outside to the garage. I grabbed the Basketball and threw some hoops in the driveway like I used to do with my dad. At some point my mom comes flying out the door asking how long I had been there. I told her I just got there and was waiting to see if she would notice me being outside. She smiled and gave me a big hug as always. I have to admit that sometimes when I'm jerking I will think about my mom that day and what I saw and the fantasies I had in my mind at the time.