Caught by Friend's Mum

I’m 63 and a regular masturbater. Not every day, but not far off. I like to look at porn when masturbating, but if that’s not possible, this is one of my favourite memories to stroke to.

Many years ago, a friend and I would masturbate together. This afternoon we were sat at opposite ends of his bed, his porn mag collection spread out between us. We were wanking and discussing the girls in the magazines and girls we knew. Sometimes we’d wank each other, but today we were wanking ourselves. I was at the foot of his bed near the bedroom door. I was getting close and said to Stephen that I was going to cum. He sometimes liked me to shoot my cum over his cock and hand, but because of where we were I didn’t want to spunk over his bedding as his mum would be sure to see the tell tale signs of dry cum when she came to change his bedding. Something made me look up and there, not more than 10 feet away from me was Stephen’s mum. She’d returned home without us hearing. We were too busy, I guess.

She was an ordinary looking woman, but she had a terrific figure. She was about 43-44 at this time with great breasts, still very firm and perky. Cracking legs and a flat tummy. She’d had two children, yet you wouldn’t know. She always struck me as being a little bit prim and proper yet she’d wear a bikini in the garden during the summer and was happy not to cover up if Stephen had friends over. Needless to say I’d had many a wank thinking about her. 

Now, fully dressed she stood before me, as I stroked my cock, telling her so that I was about to cum. She could see me, but not her son. I stopped wanking and we just looked at each other. I looked her straight in her eyes. She did the same but took a few glances at my erect penis. I was waiting for her to speak, or do something. My cock soon lost its erection, but was still in my hand. After what seemed a lifetime, but in truth was only a few seconds, my erection returned and as she stood before me I resumed wanking. Stephen had asked why I’d stopped wanking and I said I wanted to delay my orgasm. He was about to cum and I told him that I was close too. I returned my gaze to his mother, opened my legs so she could see everything and set to finishing the job in hand. I was looking at her and telling her son how close I was to cumming. Very quickly I could feel the first twinges of my orgasm, my backside was thrusting up and down and with a moan of pleasure the first spurt of cum flew from my penis. It shot high into the air and was followed by three more jets of cum. Stephen’s mum watched each one and continued to watch as I stroked to coax every last drop of cum from my shrinking cock. I lay there, catching my breath, covered in my own cum. Stephen too had cum and said that he’d go to the bathroom and get some toilet paper so we could clean up as his mum was due home soon. I laughed out loud at this and said we wouldn’t want his mum to catch us.

As soon as Stephen started to speak, she  turned around and quietly walked downstairs. She called out as if she’d just walked into the house. She said she’d be up as soon as she’d put the shopping away. Cue a mad effort by us to hid the mags and wipe our cum from our naked bodies and get dressed. A few minutes later she came back upstairs to see what we were doing. I must admit that I found it a real thrill to be chatting to her knowing that only minutes before I’d been masturbating as she watched me.

She never mentioned the incident again, but the experience fuelled many a wank and still does. I never told Stephen about it.