Literally what it says.
One time in high school my mom and I were forced to share a hotel room for two weeks and I had very little privacy to masturbate in. By the end of the second week I had only managed one really good orgasm and a couple rushed ones and I was really horny, to put it mildly. I woke up from a dream about my LDR boyfriend slowly fingering me and heard my mom jilling in the other bed. I laid there dripping wet for like ten minutes till her back arched and she let out a little moan, then she stopped jilling and curled up in a little ball like I do when I’m done.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I closed my eyes so I could pretend I was alone, slipped my hand down my bottoms and rubbed myself quickly and quietly till my whole body quivered and I gushed all over my hand. When I opened my eyes, my mom was looking at me. She smiled reassuringly and mouthed the words, “It’s okay,” then closed her eyes and went back to sleep. I was exhausted from having such a strong orgasm, so I closed my eyes and went to sleep too.
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