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So there I was, watching porn, jerking off whilst chatting to my mom.When she said "I love you honey, see you tomorrow," and hung up, I shot my load along with the guy on the TV. My feelings towards her were based on love but I did accept the taboo of masturbating whilst talking to her was quite a turn on, although I was pretty sure I wouldn't go to hell for it." She reached her arms up over my shoulders and I wrapped mine around her upper and lower back. "Well if I knew this was the welcome, I should've come home more often," I mused. As I said, we saw each other on holidays but Amanda and I would send her the airfare and she would come to us.Walking around I actually couldn't remember how many years it had been since I'd come home. Mom informed me everything she thought of value was all stored away in the garage for safekeeping but much she'd given to charity.When we got on to what my plans were, I was unsure.
She was a senior executive for a mining company and reveled in her (our) wealth.The trees and shrubs were all overgrown and the lawn unmowed, it did make it peaceful out there though and provided a great deal of privacy. " I asked her as she joined me with a drink of iced tea.Almost like a secret garden, hidden away from all the surrounding neighbors. It was full of leaves, badly needed cleaning and the water needed chlorine and balancing. "Oh honey, I don't even think I have a costume anymore it's been so long! "Oh well, second thing I'll do is take you shopping for some bathers then. " I think she was just so happy to have me home she would've agreed to anything I proposed and told me she thought it a great idea.Later that evening I found a movie for us to watch and mom and I sat together on the couch.
After some time she threw a cushion on my lap and lay her head upon it in an effort to get comfortable.Apart from being dressed in a large unflattering khaki shirt and blue "mom jeans", she hadn't changed a bit to the last time I'd seen her. It was Amanda that called the shots in our marriage and her priority wasn't visiting my mother, a woman she had never got along well with in the first place. "Oh you.." She giggled, kissed me on the cheek and seemingly not wanting to let me go, took me by the hand and led me into the house.