Mom's having a moment.

Moving as quietly as I could, I took a few steps down the stairs, just enough that I could get a look at what was going on. Right away I could see splashes of light rapidly being thrown around the living room, so that told me that someone was watching tv on Dad's big screen. Moving down another few steps I got a better view of said screen, though it took me a few seconds to process what exactly I was looking at.

Thrown up in glorious HD was...porn. And not just any porn, but pretty hardcore lesbian action. The two women on the screen were currently locked together in an illicit embrace, grinding their glistening cunts against each other with heads thrown back in mutual passion. I was still half asleep, but I couldn't help but admire the visual.

I was so lost in the video that when I heard a sudden moan cut through the dark I almost had a heart attack. Taking another gentle step down and peering out as far as I could, I caught sight of a visual so shocking I almost gasped out.

Sitting on the sofa, completely naked and with legs splayed out as she furious worked her clit, was my mother.

To say it was a surprise would be an understatement. I was assaulted with about a thousand different thoughts at once. Firstly there was the shock of seeing my mother naked, secondly there was the fact that she was masturbating. And...lesbians? What the actual fuck? My mother, a woman of 43 years of age, who had been happily married pretty much right out of high school and been perhaps the most conventional person I knew...was flicking her bean to the image of two women fucking? I couldn't wrap my head around it.

But what was confusing me the most, was ...how much this was exciting me. I had never really looked at my mother as woman before, but seeing her in all her naked glory I couldn't help but admire her figure. Years of constant and mild exercise had kept her body in a reasonably good shape with very little fat on her tummy and a reasonable amount of leg muscle. Her tits...damn, they were bigger than Kate's, and I was almost hypnotised as I watched them heave with every breath she took, glistening with the slightest bit of sweat. Even her face, despite having the occasional wrinkle here and there, still held an attractive aspect into her middle age, especially now it was morphed in an expression of utter joy and ecstasy. Basically....my Mom was a fucking piece and I was hard as a rock.

Fuck. What was wrong with me? Sure, I had done some dodgy shit in the last few months. I had cheated on my wife and was currently engaged in a homosexual affair, and I harboured some confusing desires for my brother's wife, but this? Jesus, this goes beyond the realm of being a bad husband, this was well and truly morally reprehensible. I wanted to fuck the same woman who birthed me. It was deranged, it was horrible. And yet...

It didn't change the fact that the desire was real.

Before I could continue to wrestle with my morals, my phone pinged off again with a new text. I didn't even think, I just quickly half-ran, half-tiptoed my way back up the stairs and retreated to the safety of my room. Kate was still out, snoring softly just as I left her whilst I was damn near hyperventilating. My panic only increased when I checked the text.

AMY: Like my new pet project? Your mom, the raging dyke. XOXO