Dare Game with MomChapter 8

Mom kept pumping and fucking the dildo, getting louder with her pants and moans. Before long, I would’ve been able to hear her in the hallway, since she’d left her door open. She was moving faster, fucking like a champ, better than any slut teen girl I’d ever been with. This was completely unreal, and she was getting more vocal.

Then she seized up again, clapping one of her hands over her mouth tight and shrieking into it as she was rocked by yet another orgasm. The phone was almost shaking in my hands as I tried to compose myself, almost cumming in my pants.

Mom sank to her knees finally, the dildo popping out of her ass loudly enough for me to hear and to make her gasp. She was breathing heavily, like she’d just run a marathon, her face on her forearms again. She was whispering and mumbling to herself, but I wasn’t close enough to hear anything. Whatever it was, I’d never know, I guess.

She finally pushed herself to her feet and with a sigh, turned around and looked down at her toy.

“See what you’re missing out on, Ted, you prick?” she announced in a rather self-satisfied voice before she gave the dildo a punitive swat, making it wobble back and forth. I restrained a chuckle and watched as mom stretched again, letting out a satisfied sigh-squeak, as she apparently was wont to do. Then she moved the bar back to its original position and wiggled up to turn off the shower. That was my cue to leave.

I made it no farther than the hallway, stopping to listen as she got out of her shower. I heard her humming to herself, as she stepped out.

“Oh, fucking Hell,” I heard her say to herself. “I left the damn door open. Poor Aaron, I hope he didn’t hear me…”

I thought about it and then quietly hurried back downstairs to the chesterfield, where I stretched out and began watching TV again. Another mindless show was on, and I zoned out, trying to pacify the steel bar in my jeans. I heard the padding of feet on the stairs and shifted one leg slightly, concealing the predicament in my pants. This proved damned uncomfortable and I was at a loss for what to do.

I just went for broke and turned onto my back and pretended to be asleep, my head turned to the side. Yes, mom’d see my huge boner in my jeans, but with any luck, she’d think I was having a sexy dream. I was committed now, so I’d just have to wait and see what happened.

Mom came quietly into the entertainment room and looked down at me. I couldn’t see her, since my eyes were closed, but I knew she was staring at me.

“Goodness, baby,” she mused in a soft voice, her voice tinged with amusement. “What kind of a dream are you having?”

I heard her kneel and then it was quiet again.

“Lucky girls, whoever they are,” she lilted. Then she took the remote from beside my head and turned off the television. She found a blanket and put it over me before leaning in and kissing my forehead so very gently.

“Goodnight, my li’l prince,” she whispered before standing up and making her way out of the room. I heard her head back upstairs and then all was silent again. I opened my eyes and sighed heavily. Eventually, I’d need to go to my room, because all my jerking off supplies were in there, and I wasn’t about to risk getting spooge on mom’s carpet if I got too eager.

I pulled out my phone and found the video, popping in my earbuds and then hitting ‘Play’.

“Gnnnnnnnnn! Fuck me! Fuck me! Make me cum!”

Daaaaaaaamn…

Yes, the image of my mom was blurry, but I already knew what she looked like, and interposing her over the blur was easy enough in my mind. Mom rocking back and forth, her eyes closed as she fucked herself on that wall-mounted dildo. My hard-on was straining almost painfully. If I went upstairs and jacked off, there was no way in Hell she wouldn’t hear me.

I got up and went down to the basement, where there was plenty of room and the laundry machines. No sooner was I downstairs than I had almost ripped off my jeans and taken down my boxers. I moved over to the sink that was next to the washer and began jacking off almost feverishly, images of my mom getting herself off already in my head before I stared at my phone and hit ‘Play’.

“Fuck… fuck… Ohhhhh, fuck that’s good… fuck me hard…”

I’m not sure I’ve ever cum so fast in my recent adult life, or that hard. I thought I was going to rip my dick off as I jerked, feeling the cum shoot up my shaft and explode into the sink in front of me as I desperately attempted to aim while keeping my eyes glued to my phone screen.

My mom started coming down in the video about the same time as I did, and I almost dropped to my knees the way she had. My hand had finally milked me of cum, and I leaned against the sink, breathing heavily. Holy shit, that was something.

I watched the video until the end and then found the energy to clean myself up. I washed out the sink of all my jizz, hoping I didn’t miss any spots. I felt, tired, spent, and very satisfied. Masturbating while watching blurred video of my mom getting herself off was one of the best orgasms I’d ever experienced.

I wearily went back upstairs and folded the blanket she’d put me under back in its place on the chesterfield. I managed to clean up our debris in the kitchen, not leaving it for the morning (that was inconsiderate to mom), then plodded up to my room, mostly closing the door behind me. I almost collapsed onto my bed, still buck naked and rolled onto my back. I stared at the ceiling of my dark room and felt myself fading from consciousness.

I slept the sleep of the well-sated, if not the damned for what I’d done.