Recording My Mom Led To Something Better

My mom was 15 when she got pregnant with me by another high school student. Her parents were well off and helped us financially, but it was just mom and me until she remarried when I was almost grown.


Mom dated a lot and sometimes she brought her lovers home. I stayed in my room but I could hear her moan and almost scream with lust. I was scared she was being hurt but she assured me she wasn't. It was only when I hit puberty that I really understood what those sounds meant.


We could talk about anything, and she knew I thought she was hot. She'd tease me sometimes by wearing clothes I told her were sexy, like short shorts or only a long t shirt as a night gown. I'd polish her toenails and she'd wink at me when she saw the bulge in my jeans. This was all done with a lot of humor. I don't think either of us wanted to be the one to make the first move.


My grandpa, mom's dad, bought me a camcorder for my birthday. I decided to try to secretly tape my mom and her lovers. We lived in one of those old houses in the country that had a huge screened in back porch, and one sunny afternoon mom's lover brought her home and fucked her on a big cot that was there. I recorded it all from the kitchen. She kept calling his name, Alan, as he plowed her hard. She moaned and grunted and told him to pull out before he came but I don't know if he did. My mom wasn't a big drinker, but I could tell she was pretty drunk that day. As soon as he stopped and got off her I hurried back to my room to watch the tape.


The video quality was poor compared to today, but I jerked off and came in about 30 seconds. I made such a mess that I took a shower, then lay on my bed for awhile, proud of myself that I'd got away with the taping.


I finally put on a pair of briefs and crept back to the porch to see what was going on, but Alan was gone and mom was still lying on the bed naked. She was dozing, and she had one of those black fabric masks over her eyes to keep the sunlight out. I walked toward her and just stood next to the cot. She looked so sexy and petite and disheveled and drunk and well-fucked. Her hourglass figure always drove me crazy. I started getting really hard again. Somehow I knew she wouldn't freak out, and I took off my briefs and mounted my mom.


I poked around a little before I found the opening to my first pussy, but once I did, fucking her just seemed natural. She felt so good, so warm, so wet. And she was tight which suprised me. She whimpered, "Alan, stop it, you're going to get me pregnant."


Then suddenly she realized I wasn't Alan. She whipped off her mask and looked at me sort of wild eyed. She said, "Michael! What the hell are you doing?" I just kept thrusting and said, "Mom, I love you, I need you. Please mom." She didn't move, just took deep breaths as I kept fucking her. Finally she relaxed and I could feel her hips start to undulate side to side like a snake. She'd done that with Alan too. She put her arms around me and started grunting and moaning. She writhed and bucked but I stayed on her.


When it was clear I was going to come, she said, "Honey, you've got to pull out, I'm off the pill." I pulled out and came all over her flat stomach.


We ended up having sex regularly after that. Mom felt really guilty at first, but when she saw it wasn't harming me, we ended up sleeping everynight in her bed when she was without a lover. I started dating girls in my senoir year of high school and I think she was relieved because she'd met someone too.


I've been married to a fine woman for twenty years and live across the country from mom and her husband. We haven't had sex since she married, and we rarely talk directly about those years. However, there are indirect references that we both understand. Not long ago when we were Zooming, Mom said, "Since I caught the flu, it seems like I'm stiff everywhere."


"Even your hips?" I said with a grin.


She smiled and said, "Yeah, babe, even my hips, and you know how easily my hips used to move."