Not too long ago, I took a day off from work so I thought I would go visit my mother at home. My father was at work, so I figured my mother would be cleaning or watching one of her soap operas, so I let myself in. She wasn't downstairs, which seemed a little strange, so I went up the stairs. When I got to their bedroom, I saw that my mother was laying completely naked on their bed masturbating with a vibrator. When she saw me, she gasped and pulled the sheets over her naked body. I ducked around the corner and apologized, but I then heard her laugh and told me to come back in. My mother and I have always been open about nudity and sex, but I guess she was shocked because it was unexpected.
I walked back in and sat down in the chair by their bed while my mother stayed under the sheets as we talked. It didn't take long before I mentioned what she was doing, and she told me she was really feeling horny that day and it was actually her second time. She then asked if I minded if she finished, and I told her to go ahead. We kept talking, but this time her hand was moving between her legs and there was a soft buzzing. When she was getting close to cumming she asked me to hold on, then spread her legs out, moaned and wriggled around in the bed as she had her orgasm.
I asked her how it was, and she said it felt amazing and that I had to try her new vibrator. It was the kind that vibrated and had a piece that rotated on the outside as well. She hadn't seen me masturbate for years, but I decided to go ahead. She wiped it off and handed it to me and told me to get comfy. I kicked off my shoes and socks first, and then pulled down my jeans and undies. Half naked, I slid down in the chair, I put my bare feet next to her on the bed and started playing with myself. As soon as I slid it in me, I let out a long and loud 'oooooooooh' sound. She was right, it did feel really, really good. I knew I wasn't going to last long, and my mother could tell. She just laid there watching me as I slid her vibrator in and out of my very wet vagina. My breath started getting shorter and I rocked back and forth in the chair, and seconds later I had an orgasm of my own, with me moaning and groaning and squeezing the sheets under my toes.
She asked me what I thought of it, and I told her that she picked out a good one. She laughed and kicked off the sheets to put something on, and I got dressed again as well. She put on her robe and slippers and we went downstairs for lunch and to talk some more. After a while, I needed to get home, and she said that she may go back upstairs for one more round with her now-favorite toy. I hugged her and she walked me out to my car, but when I left, instead of going straight home, I went to the nearest sex toy shop to buy one of my own. I found one just like it, except hers was pink and I bought one in green-my favorite color.
Since I bought it, I have masturbated with it every day, so much that I have already changed the batteries. One night, after a long day at work, I had dinner and went straight to bed, masturbating all evening long to countless orgasms. The next morning, I woke up in bed naked on top of the sheets with the vibrator still in my hand.
More than once since that day, I have thanked my mom for showing me her amazing toy.