Pervert for Life

Evelyn was terrified the most of an invisible enemy.

This was something she had never encountered all her life.

Her mind still remained focused on her son, and all she could think of was to check up on him.

Unfortunately for her, I wasn’t ever going to give her the chance to do that.

Mentally, my thoughts remained focused on her nipples, while I slowly moved my thoughts throughout her body, searching for her weaknesses and sensitive spots.

I soon noticed that when my thoughts wrapped around her delicate feet, she shuddered slightly.

’Interesting... so that’s one of her weaknesses?’

In the 3d projection displayed in front of me, I noticed a faint patch of wetness forming beneath her skirt the moment I shifted my attention to her feet.

I didnt stop fondling her breasts though. That was the only thing keeping her from dashing straight for my room.

I couldnt allow her to rush to my room as that would interrupt the whole fun experience.

As I continued twisting her rock hard nipples, I mimicked the sensation of a tongue mentally, licking her feet...

Evelyn felt a soft and warm sensation soon coat her feet.

Her eyes widened subconsciously the moment she felt this, and she almost lost balance completely due to how startled she was.

Trying to keep herself firm, she continued leaning on the wall for a few seconds.

That didn’t help her situation as she could feel countless waves of pleasure building up throughout her body.

She bit her lips in a seductive gesture that almost made me want to pull down my pants and stroke myself.

After which she glanced upstairs with reluctance.

Fortunately I’d hidden enough that I wasn’t visible to her direct line of sight.

With some hesitation and reluctance Evelyn returned back to the couch and collapsed right onto the seat, her expression slowly giving way to pleasure.

She wanted to touch herself but paused in her movements.

What if her son saw her?

She hadn’t touched herself in years, nor had she had sex since the death of her husband.

’Could that be the reason I’m imagining things like this?’

Evelyn slowly closed her eyes, reminiscing the sensation of the hands gently moving through her body.

It was like a massage, yet at the same time it was more sensual, and only targeted at making her horny and aroused.

It was as though whatever this was knew every pleasurable spot in her body.

Evelyn gradually realised that this couldn’t be an enemy.

If this was an enemy, they would want to kill her instead of pleasuring her.

’So who could this be? A pervert who awakened such a strange ability?’ Evelyn thought mentally.

No longer having to worry about her son, she caught herself basking in the pleasure more and more as time gradually dragged on.

Evelyn bit her lips, unable to stifle the moan anymore.

Her hand gradually slid lower and lower, towards her soaked panties.

In my line of sight, through the 3d projection I could see that her panties were completely drenched in her juices.

A few droplets had even leaked onto the couch, coating a part of it in her dampness.

Her short pencil skirt rode up her thighs, revealing her smooth skin.

Before long, Evelyn slowly slid two fingers into her soaking wet pussy.

"Mmmhhh..." she let out a breathless, relieving moan that seemed to contain the countless years of frustration she had endured.

Her fingers stayed inside her pussy for a few seconds, as though her tight pussy was adapting to the slender objects, before she began moving.

She slowly stroked her pussy, the squelching sounds of her fingers pumping in and out of her pussy echoing in the quiet sitting room.

Evelyn bit her lips trying to stifle her moans, and her left hand flew to her breast as she fondled it lightly, pinching her nipples while similarly still feeling the hand wrapping around her like a warm embrace.

Her pussy juices splattered onto the couch and the ground as her movements increased pace and grew more erratic.

Evelyn could already feel herself approaching her peak, a pleasure she hadn’t felt in years ready to rock through her body.

I watched the erotic sight of my mother masturbating right in front of me, and my hands were practically almost trembling.

Seeing her fondling her breast through the white blouse shirt, slipping her fingers into her bra to pinch her nipples, I found it hard to control myself.

I needed to let out a load if not I might lose my mind.

I took out my phone to record the sight. This was something I would love to watch at some other time.

Besides, it was the first memory of my mother masturbating in front of me. I wanted to keep it as a twisted record of some sort.

Don’t mind me, I have a perverted way of thinking at times.

While recording, I mentally continued pleasuring her while my hand slid lower towards my cock, and I began stroking myself slow at first.

But due to the fact that I’d been aroused for most of the day I could already feel myself approaching climax a few minutes after I begun.

Wanting my mother to cum at the same time as me I heightened her pleasure immediately.

My thoughts moved to her ass, and a finger slid inside, while another similarly slender finger joined her erratic movements in her pussy, making her feel even more full.

Evelyn was startled by the sudden invisible objects burying themselves in her body holes.

Just as she let out a startled yelp another object entered her mouth.

"Wha—" Evelyn’s eyes widened as all of them began pumping inside of her.

The extra invisible finger inside her pussy moved at the same speed as her fingers, copying her movements perfectly.

Whenever she increased her movements, it matched the increase, and whenever she slowed visibly, it slowed down as well.

"Fawkkkk" Evelyn let out a startled curse as a wave of pussy juice sprayed from her pussy drenching the couch and floor wet.

At the same time my seed spilled from my spent cock, and onto the ground.

I leaned onto the wall with an exhausted and dazed expression, the afterglow of the masturbation rocking my thoughts completely.

I heaved and panted heavily as my gaze drifted to my mother.

Her hands were slowly sliding out of her pussy as she brought them to her mouth.

She didn’t feel any hint of remorse for what she’d done, the afterglow of the pleasure still clouding her thoughts.

Her breathing was slow, and her tongue hung limply off her mouth making her face look like an ahegao expression.

Thinking of something, an evil grin plastered across my face and I quickly pulled my trousers up then rushed downstairs...