My Momma was in her 50's when I was in my late teens. She had been divorced and had married Wes. I never knew then what those late night and early morning moans and grunts and squeals were until I had my first boyfriend. Looking back I could tell she was happy until a point. I was competition for her in a way. Wes was 'looking' at me and as I mentioned before he probably jerked off to me.
From the techniques and stories here on Solo Touch, I've learned that yes I've seen my Momma masturbate. I remember one time when Wes and the boys were in the field, Momma was in the kitchen and I was playing with my baby sister Darlene in the other room. I just happened to walk in the kitchen and she was rubbing against the counter. I seemed to have startled her. Plus her face was flushed. Another time I went into the bathroom while she showered to get a hairbrush. She didn't hear me but I heard her panting.
Now that I look back I'm sure on the days she peeled cucumbers and was all alone in the kitchen. I bet a big one found its way in between her legs for a few minutes of relaxation. Kinda makes me wonder if my twin teens ever hear me when I think I'm alone. Or if they've ever found Big Ben in my lingerie drawer and Wonder Worm in the shoebox in my closet.