Watching my mom pleasure herself secretly

As I climbed the stairs, I accidentally stumbled upon a sight that left me utterly spellbound. Unbeknownst to her, my mother had been indulging in the most intimate of pleasures, all under the same roof as me. Her back was facing me, and she was oblivious to my presence. The sight of her voluptuous form, wrapped in a thin nightgown, was a tantalizing vision. Her hand delved into the depths of her undergarments, and the rhythmic movements were a testament to her mounting ecstasy. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the spectacle. Witnessing my mom, a woman of such strong moral character, succumbing to her primal urges was both thrilling and overwhelming. As she neared the peak of her pleasure, I observed her body quiver with the intensity of her climax. The room was filled with the sweet scent of her arousal, a testament to her recent release. She remained frozen in her position, unaware of my presence, or the fact that I had just witnessed her most private moment.