This work is intended for adults only. It contains substantial sexually explicit language and scenes that may be considered offensive by some readers.
No characters in this story are under eighteen years of age.
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It was barely past dawn when James was finishing his morning jog through his suburban neighborhood. He was hoping to get into a good college on an athletic scholarship, so he took his training seriously and ran every morning. Today he’d decided to vary his usual route, with the result that he ended his run by cutting across the back yard of his family’s home. The path to the back door took him past a window on a single-story addition to the house, and as he approached this window he heard a sound that made him pause. The window was to his mother’s bedroom, and what James heard was the all-but-unmistakable sound of a woman moaning with sexual pleasure.
The back window to Karen’s bedroom was open, so her son had no problem hearing the low, breathy moan that came from her lips as she first pushed the large silicone dildo into her cunt. James turned and looked in the direction of the sound. The window’s curtains were closed, and any view through the left side of the window was blocked, but on the right side the curtain had been blown back by the breeze and was snagged on a floor lamp. Thus nothing obscured James’s view through that half of the window and into the bedroom, and he could plainly see his mother, her knees bent and her thighs splayed open, both her hands down at her cunt and making pumping motions. After standing frozen in surprise for about a second, he quickly stepped back from the window and stood against the exterior wall so that his mother wouldn’t be able to see him.