Drunk and Horny Mum

I posted a story before about the time I came home early and caught my mum masturbating. At the end of that story I mentioned there have been other times since that I have seen her masturbating. This is the second time I watched her. After I caught her masturbating and found out that she had enjoyed me watching her I got caught in a mind battle with myself. When I thought about her rubbing her pussy and thought about her delicious moans of pleasure I got so turned on and masturbated numerous times to those thoughts. However afterwards I couldn't help but feel a little weird that I was getting off to my mum. I had even started seeing her as a sexy MILF type and that just made me feel even more weird. Despite enjoying watching her and knowing she enjoyed being watched I didn't try and catch her doing it. I wasn't even sure if I wanted to watch her again. That, however, changed one night about two months after the first story took place. It was a Saturday night and my mum was going out with some friends to celebrate a birthday. My sister was spending the night at her boyfriend's. Although I had been invited to hang out with my friends I decided to take the rare opportunity of having the house to myself and enjoy some me time. My mum went to get ready and when she came back downstairs I wolf-whistled and cheered. She laughed but although I was making a joke she did look really good. She had on little black dress that showed off her sexy legs and plenty of cleavage. It was however when she sat down that I got a big surprise. When she sat in the chair to put her shoes on I got a view straight up her dress and saw a little lacy red thong that only just covered her pussy. I was surprised that my mum was wearing something so sultry and sexy. She usually wore (what we call) comfortable knickers that were plain and boring. I knew she wore thongs from time to time but again they were just plain cotton ones. I had never seen her wearing anything like that, I didn't even know she owned anything like that and as I looked I found myself getting turned on. We sat chatting for a while, all the time my eyes kept glancing up her dress, before my Aunt Jane came round in a taxi to pick her up. After they left I decided to have a long relaxing bath and went upstairs to run it. Once it was ready I put on some music and went and sank into the warm bubbles. I laid for a while relaxing, gently running my fingers over my body. My thoughts kept coming back to those sexy knickers and I soon found myself massaging my boobs and teasing my nipples. I knew it was pointless to resist and slid my hand under the water and between my legs. I softly stroked my clit as I allowed images of my mum's upskirt view run through my mind. Before long I was moaning with pleasure as I rubbed harder and harder on my clit and got closer to cumming. I was really close and needed something to tip me over into the orgasmic abyss. My mind immediately conjured images of my mum laid on the sofa, her fingers in her wet pussy, her moans filling the air. That was all it took, my clit exploded and I crashed into an intense orgasm. I laid back enjoying the heavenly sensations and stroked across my skin, jumping at the aftershock spikes of pleasure. Eventually the feelings died down and I got out of the bath and dried myself off and went and put my pyjamas and dressing gown on. I went downstairs, ordered myself some food and then spent the evening watching TV and surfing the web. When it got late and I was feeling a little tired I made myself a drink and went to watch TV in bed. Just after midnight I heard the front door open and some clattering in the kitchen. I went downstairs to check she was okay and I found her in the kitchen making a drink. She was slightly drunk but not too bad that she needed help. There were times when she got really drunk and needed to be put to bed. That night, however, she seemed fine so after asking how her night had been I bid her goodnight and went back to my room. I heard her come upstairs about ten minutes later and go to her bedroom. I decided to settle down and watch TV until I fell asleep so I got and went across the landing to the bathroom. When I came out to head back to my room I noticed my mums door was open and I thought she might have come to use the bathroom but realised I was in there and was waiting for me to finish. I walked over and pushed the door open a little more and was about to tell her I was finished in the bathroom but the words caught in my throat as I took in the scene before me. My mum was sat leant against the headboard with her dress up around her waist and her fingers gently pushing the lacy red thong into her pussy. Her open mouth and closed eyes showed she was enjoying herself and I noticed myself getting very wet. She alternated rubbing her fingers against the thong and pulling it tight so it went between her swollen lips. She did this for a while before her head lifted and she opened her eyes. She saw me in the doorway and smiled. Before I could say anything she slowly slid the thong down her legs and flicked it off her foot onto the floor. She spread her legs wide open and gave me a lovely view of her dripping wet pussy. Her fingers slid down and began rubbing on her clit and I couldn't help myself. I let my hand run down into my pyjama bottoms and rub my own clit, which was now throbbing. She spread her pussy open and stroked her big swollen clit and that just drove me wild. We both just watched each other rubbing ourselves and moaning with pleasure.

After about ten minutes of this she leaned her head back and moaned out "Oh God yes! I'm gonna cum!"

She looked right at me and said "Cum with me baby."

Hearing her say that made my pussy explode and I leant back against the wall trembling and moaning as my body flooded with pleasure. Seconds after I did she grabbed the bed sheet and her back arched off the bed and she let out a long loud sigh. After we both came down from our orgasmic high there was just silence. The only sound was our sharp heavy breathing. Suddenly she stood up and walked towards me. She came level with me and winked and said that was so good before slipping past me and going to the bathroom. I turned round and saw the thong lying on the floor. I quickly grabbed it without thinking and went back to my room. I held it to my nose and inhaled her sweet heavenly scent. I immediately starting fingering my throbbing pussy as I sniffed her delicious aroma. It felt so wrong to be smelling my mum's pussy but that only made it so much better. It didn't take long before I was writhing around in orgasmic bliss. I dropped the thong on the floor and laid back on my bed feeling spent. I started dozing off and soon fell asleep. I woke up the following morning and I suddenly felt awkward about seeing my mum. On one hand I knew she liked being watched and maybe she had left the door open for a reason. However, what if she had just been drunk, would she remember what happened. I laid in bed for ages before eventually getting up and heading downstairs. She greeted me with a happy good morning and asked what I wanted for breakfast. As she stood cooking bacon at the stove she suddenly said, "So, did you have fun last night?"

I blushed and said I did and she smiled and said, "I know. I did, too. Watching you really made it fun."

I giggled and then she suddenly looked at me and said, "Oh, when you are done with my knickers just put them in the wash."

She winked at me and from that moment all the thoughts that it had been wrong and weird vanished from my mind. From that moment, my mum became a regular fantasy whilst masturbating and I no longer felt weird about watching her. Those will be other stories I can share, if you guys are interested.