Mom discovers her son's secret

“Fuck, Mom…” Jack moaned, his voice low and strained, the sound barely escaping his lips as his hand moved furiously over his cock. The room was dimly lit, the flickering light from the laptop screen casting shadows across his face. His eyes were glued to the video—her video. Shannon’s heart pounded in her chest as she stood frozen in the doorway, her breath hitching as she watched her son stroke himself to the sight of her.

She should’ve turned away. She should’ve walked back to her room, pretended she saw nothing, and let this moment dissolve into the darkness of the night. But she couldn’t. Her feet felt rooted to the spot, her body betraying her as a heat began to pool between her legs. The guilt was there, yes, but it was drowned out by something else—something primal, something she hadn’t felt in years.

Her eyes traced the length of his cock, thick and erect in his hand, the tip glistening with precum. It was massive, far bigger than Mike’s—bigger than anyone she’d ever seen. Her lips parted slightly, a soft exhale escaping as she imagined what it would feel like inside her. The thought alone sent a shiver down her spine, her nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of her nightgown.

Jack’s breaths grew heavier, his hips bucking slightly as he neared the edge. Shannon’s hand instinctively moved to her chest, her fingers grazing over her breast as she watched him. She felt ashamed, disgusted with herself, but she couldn’t stop the warmth spreading through her body, the ache in her core that demanded attention.

He let out a muffled groan, his release spurting onto her panties—the ones he’d stolen from her drawer. Shannon’s knees nearly buckled at the sight, her own desire threatening to consume her. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her hand sliding down her stomach, hesitating just above the waistband of her panties.

Jack collapsed back onto his bed, breathing heavily, his hand still wrapped around his softening cock. Shannon finally forced herself to move, stepping back into the hallway and closing the door with the softest click. She leaned against the wall, her heart racing, her body trembling with a mix of guilt and arousal.

She hadn’t meant to see it. She hadn’t meant to feel this. But as she made her way back to her own room, she couldn’t shake the image of Jack’s cock, the sound of his moans, the way he’d whispered her name.

It had started hours earlier, with Shannon lying awake in bed, unable to sleep. Mike had long since drifted off, his soft snores filling the room. She sighed, staring at the ceiling, her mind racing with thoughts she couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t unusual for her to feel restless these days—empty nest syndrome, she supposed. With all her children back home for the summer, the house was alive again, but something felt… off.

She slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Mike, and padded down the hallway toward the kitchen. The house was quiet, the only sound the faint hum of the refrigerator as she opened the door. She grabbed a glass of water, her thoughts still swirling as she sipped it slowly.

On her way back to her room, she stopped by each of her children’s doors, peeking in to check on them. It was a habit she’d developed when they were young—one she couldn’t quite let go of, even now.

First was Laney, her daughter curled up in bed, her long brown hair splayed across the pillow. Shannon smiled softly, closing the door quietly before moving to Lucy’s room. Her youngest was sprawled out, her strawberry blonde hair shining in the moonlight. Shannon’s heart swelled with warmth, a familiar ache of pride and love filling her chest.

And then there was Jack’s room. She paused outside his door, noticing the faint glow of light seeping through the crack. She frowned—he should be asleep by now. She reached out to knock, her hand hovering in the air as she heard the faint sound of moaning.

Her brow furrowed, confusion turning to shock as she recognized the video playing on his laptop. It was them. Her and Mike. The one they’d made on a whim, a desperate attempt to reignite the spark in their marriage. Her cheeks burned as she saw herself on the screen, her body moving in ways she hadn’t thought about in years.

And then she saw him. Jack, lying on his bed, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking himself as he watched her. Shannon’s breath caught in her throat, her stomach tightening with a mix of horror and… something else. Something she didn’t want to name.

She should’ve turned away. She should’ve left, pretended she’d seen nothing, and let the moment pass. But she didn’t. She couldn’t. Her eyes were drawn to him, to the way his body moved, the way he moaned her name. She felt a heat building inside her, a desire she hadn’t felt in years.

And now, back in her own room, she couldn’t stop thinking about it. She climbed into bed, her body still thrumming with arousal, her mind consumed with images of Jack. She glanced at Mike, still asleep beside her, and felt a pang of guilt. But it wasn’t enough to quell the fire inside her.

Her hand slid beneath the covers, her fingers finding their way between her legs. She bit her lip, stifling a moan as she imagined Jack’s cock, so much bigger than Mike’s, thrusting into her. She felt herself growing wetter, her fingers sliding easily over her clit as she fantasized about her son.

It was wrong. It was so wrong. But as she neared her own release, she didn’t care. Her body arched, her hips bucking as she came, her mind filled with thoughts of Jack.

She collapsed back onto the bed, her breathing heavy, her body still trembling. The guilt would come later—she knew that. But for now, all she could think about was him.

And as she drifted off to sleep, she wondered if Jack’s door would be cracked open again tomorrow night.