Awakened by pickticket69
I get caught masturbating by mom.. She is awakened.. , Once I had discovered masturbation the switch had been flipped, shit I did it at least two or three times a day. I swore it was going to fall off from being jerked so much. Needless to say sex became a preoccupation of my every waking moment. Be real what eighteen year old male doesn’t spend half his life thinking of food and the other half thinking of sex.
I had a routine where I would get home from school and head to my room to “do my homework”; which of course required a relaxation session first. Ostensibly to help my concentration, or so I reasoned to myself.
I remember the day exactly; it was a Tuesday. Mom always did laundry on Tuesday, but always in the morning while I was at school. The hormonal teenage brain rarely functions well, and when I threw my backpack onto my chair and headed for my bed to stretch out, the fact that there were still clothes on my floor, and my bed was not made; never entered my horny brain. My dick was hard from a full day of staring at teenage girl asses and was screaming for relief.
What I didn’t know was that the washing machine had been broken, and just repaired that morning. Mom was doing laundry but was apparently in the process when I made my silent trip through the house.
I was deep into a fantasy of getting a blowjob from this little blonde at school, my hand stroking my throbbing cock; I never even heard the door to my room open. Just as I felt my balls start to tighten in that delightful release, I heard this sharp intake of breath. My eyes popped open, and I stared at my mother, standing just inside the doorway of the room.
I could see her eyes locked to my cock even as I felt my orgasm trying to shrivel in my balls. Now, I’m no ten-inch porn star, but I am a respectable eight inches, and fairly thick. Yeah, all guys do the comparison thing in the gym locker room, give me a break.
“Mom” was all I could gasp as my cock began to pulse.
“Sorry” my mom mumbled “I need your dirty clothes.”
Then, the strangest thing happened. Instead of stepping out, mom went about picking up my laundry from the floor and dropping them into her small basket. All the while I could see her glancing over at me stroking my cock.
That was it, my teenage brain shut off and I lost it right there. My eyes slowly rolled back as my body began to tremble.
“Oh Goddddd” I moaned. My cock jerked in my grip and the first molten rope arched skyward and then splattered on my belly.
I grunted again as a second and then third thick stream spewed out, leaving a puddle of white goo congealing on my stomach.
“Oh” I faintly heard mom gasp. My eyes fluttered open to see mom now standing, her eyes riveted to my cock as the last of my load dribbled from the tip and slid down my shaft, coating my hand.
“You might need this” mom said in a hushed whisper, as she handed me one of my dirty t-shirts from the laundry basket.
Before I could utter any thanks, she turned and walked from the room. She didn’t run, she didn’t scream, nothing. She just silently walked out. All the while my numbed brain wondered what had happened.
We never spoke of what happened that afternoon, at first it was if it had never occurred. The following week I came home from school, and realized mom was doing laundry as I walked through the house. Had she altered her routine to match mine?
That time, when she silently walked into my room, I made no effort to stop or hide what I was doing. My fist kept pumping my throbbing dick as my mother stood in the center of the room watching.
She made no pretense of picking up clothes, as she stood holding the small laundry basket, her eyes glued to my pulsing cock. I wasn’t sure what was happening, and yes I was a mess of conflicting emotions, but believe me that didn’t stop me. Having someone watch you jerk off is one of any guy’s hottest fantasies, even if it is your mother.
The third time she watched me I totally lost it. This time she was wearing her flowered sun dress, and I could see her slender legs and painted toes. Her breasts were pushing out against the thin fabric. It didn’t take long to blow a massive load all over myself.
“Oh mom” I gasped as my orgasm hit. Her eyes grew wide as what felt was a gallon of hot cum coated my body.
Without a word, and not handing me a t-shirt this time, mom turned on her heels and left the room. I thought I had just fucked up royally, and that the fun was now over. Boy was I wrong.
Through dinner and after mom seemed preoccupied, but never said a word. By nine that night Dad was in the study preparing his sermon, my sister in her room behind locked door doing God knew what.
I had retreated to my room to play some video games, but needless to say teenage hormones once again took over. I had just stripped down and stretched out on my bed when there was a soft tap on my door.
I threw my sheet over my nude body and told them to come in. I watched as mom slipped into the room, closing the door behind her. She stood hesitant by the door, and then sucking on her lower lips, she looked up at me.
“What were you thinking of…last time?” she asked softly.
“You” I said, not seeing any reason to hide the truth.
“Why me?” she seemed surprised.
She was wearing the same sundress and I let my eyes travel over her. The barely hidden swell of her breasts, the slight pooch of her belly, and the hint of firm thighs just under the hemline. I could feel my cock stirring under the sheet as I gazed at her.
“Because I think you’re hot” I told her.
Mom had not missed the shift of my sheet as my cock thickened and hardened, her eyes were riveted to my groin. Slowly she eased down into my desk chair, facing me.
“I’ve never seen a man…” she said hesitantly. “Do it again.” Her soft voice almost sounded pleading.
I drew the sheet back until my now steel hard cock slid into view. I reached down and gripped the shaft holding it upright. A drop of pre cum oozed from the tip.
“Oh my God” mom whispered. “I do that to you” she said in awe.
“Yes, you do” I honestly told her. “Now, you show me.” I said.
“What?” she asked confused. Then her eyes widened again. “Oh nooooo, that wouldn’t be right.” She gasped.
“And this is?” I wagged my cock back and forth. “It may not be right, but fair is fair; I showed you.” I encouraged her.
I could see a lot of conflict cross moms’ face, and then her hands reached down to the hem of her dress. I watched as it slid up inch by inch, revealing her creamy thighs. My hand began to stroke slowly as the cloth slid higher and higher. At the top of her thighs it stopped, and my hand stopped with it.
“Don’t stop…please.” That pleading was back in her voice.
“Higher” I told her, holding my hand still.
I was shocked when she complied, pulling the hem the rest of the way to her waist. She wasn’t wearing a hidden thong, but she wasn’t wearing granny panties either. I would call them bikini style as they fit more like a swimsuit bottom on her. The fabric pulled tight as my hand pumped away.
“Oh God” I groaned as I felt the rising boil in my balls.