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Right on cue, I heard some rustling and then the slow creak of bed springs. The creaking got faster, punctuated by grunts and the sound of bodies slapping together. A pause, more rustling and then the sounds resumed again with the creaking even louder. Dad must have been fucking her doggy style against the bedhead, I thought. It wasn't long before mom started squealing again. Dad emitted a loud grunt and the sounds stopped. I heard mom laugh and say: 'well, you really filled me up, honey.'

I knew from experience that at this point one of two things might happen. Either they would start fucking again or mom would come out to the bathroom to clean off and then go to bed. I snuck back into my room, which was just as well because it seemed that this was the end of the excitement for the night. I heard mom's footsteps along the corridor reach the bathroom, which was just opposite my bedroom. The door opened and closed and I could hear her cleaning up and the toilet flush. Then the buzz of the electric toothbrush. But, oddly, the buzz didn't stop. After about five minutes, I could hear mom breathing deeply and moaning. I realized that she must have been using her vibrator; dad had not done the job properly.

By this point my balls were ready to burst. I pulled my cock out of my pants and began masturbating furiously while listening to mom in the bathroom. I came just before she did, in a huge burst that created a mess on the sheets. I rolled over from the 'wet patch', as far as I could, and went to sleep.

The next morning I peeled myself off my sheets (my evasive maneuvers had not been as effective as I had hoped) and wandered down to breakfast feeling well rested. Dad had already left for work, mom was sitting down reading the newspaper and drinking coffee. She looked up.

'Sleep well?'

'Like a baby,' I replied.

I fixed myself some breakfast and we began to chat more about my time at college. After asking me about my courses and professors, she said, casually:

'So, any romances I should know about?'

'Mom!' I exclaimed.

'There's nothing to be embarrassed about. You can tell me whatever you want. I'd like us to be able to talk openly about this stuff,' she responded.

'Well,' I began cautiously, 'I've had a few dates here and there, but nothing special.'

'And by 'dates', do you mean 'sex'?' mom asked pointedly.

I rolled my eyes. 'Mom, I know that everyone thinks college is some big sex-fest, but it actually isn't. The girls go for all the jocks, and if you're not one of them, then you go home alone.'

Mom looked sympathetic. 'I know what it is like with girls that age' she said. 'So, you are still a virgin'. It was a statement, not a question.

I blushed and avoided her gaze.

'There is absolutely nothing wrong with that, honey,' she said quietly. 'It happens for different people at different times'. She then laughed.

'In fact, the older I get, the more like a virgin I feel'.

I looked at her sharply.

'What do you mean?'

'Well, without going into details, let's just say that your father and I haven't been doing much in the bedroom lately'.

I was so shocked by mom's frankness that I could not help blurting out:

'It didn't sound like that last night'.

Mom's face flushed red and she looked down at her coffee.

'It's OK mom. I couldn't help but hear. But you know this happened quite a bit when I was growing up. I'm not bothered by it.'

I couldn't add the truth: 'And by the way, I wacked off listening to you last night'.

She took a deep breath, looked up, and smiled. 'Fine. It is a bit embarrassing to know your child has heard you have sex, but, as you say, it is perfectly natural. I'm glad we can be this frank with each other.'

Her face brightened. 'I've just had an idea. How about I give you a head massage like old times.'

In my teenage years I had occasionally suffered severe headaches, verging on migraines.