“Did I tell you to turn it off?” She barked back at me. She couldn’t just send me to my room when she caught me. In hind-site I guess I should have been reaching for the remote. Some cum dribbles from the corner of her mouth and she catches it with her free hand as it drips off her chin. My hand is steady moving up and down in my lap. My mother’s eyes were now focused between my legs. “Go ahead and jerk off” She says with a stern look on her face. We both watched as she reached back and guided his hard cock into her wet pussy. “You’re going to sit there and do it or you’ll be sitting here like this when your father comes walking through that front door. “Well,” She waited. I suppose you would like to do that with me as well?” She mocked. “Well?”
My forty-five-year-old mom can be moody, somewhat unpredictable and a little uppity at the best of times. “I don’t think you’re trying hard enough.” She says with my protests ignored. “Are you going to cum looking at me?” She asks in a low soft voice now almost like she’s thinking out loud. Her long brunette hair lays sprawled over her shoulders. I slid my hands away to reveal my sorry lifeless
