Head back home for now

Pallet Town, unfortunately, did not have a lot going on for it. This meant there wasn't a lot to do. Nothing you hadn't already done thousands of times since you were a kid anyway.

You decide to go back home for now and maybe chill out for awhile until something comes to mind. Besides, it would be a good idea to let Mom know that you're staying in town for another night while your Pokemon recovers.

You neglect to knock at the door, which in hindsight might have been the best "mistake" you ever made.

The door was open. No shocker there, since Pallet Town was relatively peaceful enough that no one was worried about someone coming in to steal their stuff. It helped a great deal that just about everyone knew everybody or at least knew of them through another friend/neighbor/acquaintance. As a result, no one really locked the doors and it wasn't unheard of for people to enter someone else's house for a quick visit.

You figured your mom must have gone out, since you didn't see her in the kitchen or living room. You weren't in the mood to watch TV, but you figured you might be able to look up some tips and advice through the internet. While you weren't really tired, laying down on your bed for awhile also seemed to be an enticing option. You make your way to your room and are about to touch the doorknob when you hear a muffled noise. You stop reaching for the door and instead press your head against it. You eventually hear what sounds like a moan, and you wonder if you accidentally left the computer on a porn site with a video playing. The though alone embarrassed you, especially at the idea of your mom deciding to investigate and finding it. But then the noise becomes a bit too loud for it to be coming from the computer, especially since you are SURE that you turned the volume down quite a bit.

Opening the door as slowly and carefully as you could, you find your mom sitting in the chair at your desk looking at the screen. Eventually, you process this otherwise unremarkable scenario and mentally tally up a few facts: First, your mother's blouse was lifted, showing off her simple white bra. Second, one of her hands were moving underneath the waistband of her jeans. Third, the sounds were DEFINITELY not coming from the computer, seeing as how the speakers were turned off.

You stand there entranced by the scene of your mother MASTURBATING in your room. You see her other hand typing something on the keyboard, though it seems a bit clumsy as she attempts to type as quickly as possible to return her hand back to its position over her bra caressing the breast beneath it. She keeps her focus on the computer screen, her hands playing with her body and releasing the sexiest sounds you've ever had the privilege to hear in person (nevermind the fact that it was the FIRST time as well).

Eventually, the hand occupying her breast leaves in favor of picking something up from your desk and lifting it to her face. You recognize with shock that it is the boxers you wore this morning during your own masturbation session: the ones that you had to change out of when your mom entered your room just as you were coming. She deeply inhaled with your cum-stained underwear less than an inch from her nose, and she appeared to be shivering as the full weight of the scent hit home. She pulls the garment away from her face with hooded eyes and to your surprise, she opens her mouth and moves her tongue closer to a particularly large glob of your cum still present on the underwear. She restrains herself mere centimeters from having the tip of her tongue touching it and appears to reluctantly pull herself away from the garment.

She quickly tosses the soiled boxers into a laundry basket beside her and goes back to massaging her breast. You see a quick flash of light come from the computer, which grabs your mother's attention and the one hand goes back to typing as quickly as possible. When another quick flash appears, the hand in her pants begins to pick up speed. More little flashes occur, and like a cue she begins going faster. Eventually, she loses control of her restraint as her moans and cries become louder and louder. She appears close to cumming, but keeps herself on the edge. You realize that she's IMing with someone using your computer and is likely following their instructions, one of them likely being that she isn't allowed to climax until they give the order to. Your hypothesis appears to hold true, as another small flash of light seemingly triggers her orgasm as she throws her head back and lets out a long drawn moan of satisfaction that only makes your erection throb harder. You quickly pull back just before her head shoots completely back, determined to avoid being spotted for now.

After a minute or so, you hear as she gets up from the chair and starts moving around the room, likely to cover up her actions before resuming the chores. You have plenty of time to exit the house before she even knows you're there. You wait outside for five minutes, give or take, before knocking on the door.

"Come in!" you hear Mom call out from the kitchen.