Dare Game with MomChapter 7

I turned my head and glanced around the corner, looking at the mirror.

Sure enough, I could see mom’s form behind the glass. It was almost as if were was a mosaic, like one of those censored Japanese porn clips. I could see she was almost writhing now, what I assumed was an arm moving across her chest (and no doubt her breasts), while the other was moving back and forth between her legs. Mom was sighing and moaning quietly.

Wow, lookit her go. Damn, mom.

Then she stopped, and I panicked that maybe she’d seen or sensed me, but I was making no noise, and my logical brain reminded me that there was no way in Hell she could see me in her mirror. I steeled myself and kept watching, perhaps leaning in a little more to get a fuller view.

I saw mom turn around in the space, facing away from the shower jets now, toward the back wall.

“Well, hello, there…” she lilted, followed by a giggle.

I frowned, knowing she had nobody in there with her. Who the Hell was she talking to? I looked harder, trying to see by her. The mirror was not proving much help, and I finally took a chance and darted silently across the door to the other side, which allowed me to look directly at the shower. As long as my face stayed in the dark and wasn’t illuminated by her bathroom lights, I’d be fine.

Mom got down on her knees, and that’s when I noticed something that was rather dark on the back wall. It was hard to discern, seeming little more than a discoloured lump to me, at around her hip level.

Mom leaned in and with some moans began kissing something.

Fuck, mom, is that a suction cup dildo?!

The kissing morphed into something else, and I could just see the shape of her head begin bobbing back and forth, punctuated by her moans as she pleasured her toy. I was spellbound as I watched, mom blissfully unaware of my presence. I could make out the shape of her back and her toned ass somewhat, sitting on her heels while she made oral love to the dildo. I guess mom’s dick-sucking lips were getting plenty of practice.

I darted back a bit as she stood and turned around again, but kept watching her. She then took hold of the chrome support bar she had in the shower and unlatched it, pulling it across the space to latch against the opposite wall. She now leaned forward on it, bracing herself before wiggling backward and groaning, clearly taking the dildo inside herself.

Mom, really?! I thought you had those bars installed for grandma’s safety when she visited! That’s what you always told me!

I guess they were dual-purpose. Gran only visited maybe twice a year, so the bar apparatus was clearly not left to languish the rest of the time.

Mom wasted no time in beginning to pump back and forth, leaning over to an almost ninety-degree angle while she braced herself against the bar. More panting and gasping now, and I could make out the vague shapes of her tits swinging and wobbling below her.

My cock was swelling in my pants, and there was no denying why. I gripped it and gave it a squeeze as I watched, almost hypnotized by what I was seeing. Mom kept pumping against her toy, hissing and whispering to herself, words I could only barely hear.

“Gn! Yes! Ahhhh, right there… fuuuuuck…”

I kept squeezing myself, knowing I didn’t dare whip if it out and stroke, but once I was back in the privacy of my room, I knew I was going to town on the ol’ hog.

I did myself one better and pulled out my phone, carefully angling it to catch everything happening with the camera and hitting ‘Record’. I resolved to feel guilty sometime later.

“Gnnnnnnnnn!” mom strained as I recorded her. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Make me cum!”

While it never occurred to me that mom didn’t swear, hearing her do it in the throes of private passion was new. I watched in a trance as she arched her spine and pushed back as hard as she could, making a keening sound before shuddering and sagging against the sturdy chrome bars that kept her from collapsing to the shower floor. I could hear her panting, her lovely body in profile and on display.

I kept watching and finally she move forward, shivering and gasping as the dildo popped out of her. I could see its vague form wobble as it left her. Mom leaned on her bar, composing herself, her face on her forearms. Finally, though, she reached under herself, and I thought she intended to stroke and massage her pussy to bring herself down.

Wrong…

She reached past herself and took hold of the dildo. Then she wiggled around, moving back, and I noticed a bit of a knee bend on her part. She was still holding the dildo when she began pushing, and a tiny grunt escaped her, followed by a squeak.

No way…

“Ohhhhhhhhh…” she hissed as she pushed back until her ass cheeks were flattened against the back wall. “Yesssssssssss…”

My mom had just taken her dildo into her ass.

I was… stunned.

She began by flexing her knees up and down slightly, still braced on her bar. Then she began a slow squirming and grinding motion, letting out another moan. Finally, she was moving back and forth again, having adjusted to the invader. And now the show began in earnest.

Mom was grunting and panting now, mumbling to herself. Her blurred form was swaying almost rhythmically, her opulent breasts moving with her.

“Fuck… fuck…” she panted, lifting one foot and resting it on the side of the stall. I wished I’d had an uncensored view. “Ohhhhh, fuck that’s good… fuck me hard…”

I don’t know if she was imagining anyone, but I couldn’t help imagining myself behind her, plowing in and out of that toned, tight ass. I squeezed my dick, which was a raging hard-on by now, uncomfortable inside the confines of my jeans. I wanted to set it free, but I was still recording and didn’t dare in any event. I’d simply have to wait until the show was over.