Josh was standing naked in the shower, one hand against the wall, the other stroking his penis. He had stopped the water as he had finished showering, and the bathroom was silent apart from his heavy breathing.
"Oh... Jennifer... Yes..." he whispered as his pleasure grew. He could think of no one except his ex girlfriend when he relieved himself. She had been the world to him, and now that she had left the state with her family, he still couldn't think of any other girl. It had been three months already, a short time compared to the two years they had spent together, but it felt like an eternity.
Being alone in the house, he didn't bother to lock the door. He hadn't heard his mother coming home from work when the water was still running. Deborah was 36, she lived alone with her son. The father had left long ago, not wanting to look after a child he had gotten too soon. So Deborah had had to raise him alone. They lived far from town and she didn't get out a lot, thus her good looks weren't of much use and she didn't have a boyfriend. It was the middle of July and first thing she wanted to do was take a shower. She went to her bedroom and dropped all her clothes. She had a nice body with firm breasts. She liked to keep her sex shaven even though she wasn't seeing anyone. She untied her brown hair, letting them fall on her shoulders and back. She knew Josh was home as she had heard the shower when she came in. But the water had stopped for about five minutes now, so she guessed he was in his bedroom already.
She grabbed a towel, wrapped it around herself, and went upstairs to the bathroom. Just as she opened the door, she saw Josh masturbating. The shower's curtain wasn't closed, there was nothing between them. He instinctively turned to her in surprise, his twitching member still in his hand. Deborah opened her eyes wide and stood still as her son stroked his penis a few more times in front of her before his brain processed what was happening.
After a second, he tried to hide his erect member with his hands and said urgently, his face red with embarrassment :
"I'm sorry mom! Sorry!"
She smiled.
"It's okay Josh, there's nothing to apologize for. What you're doing is only natural. I'm the one who should be sorry for walking in on you. But, er, maybe you'd like to finish what you were doing? I can come back later..."
"What? No, no! Just give me my towel, please."
She grabbed his towel which was hanging next to her, and handed it to him.
Josh quickly wrapped the towel around his waist without looking at his mother. The bulge was very visible through the towel, and he walked out without saying another word. He left his mother thinking. She had had fantasies about him for a while now. He was twenty and already a fine looking man. She had fantasized about catching him in the act of masturbating, but this was the first time she actually saw him. Sometimes, in the silence of the night, she could hear him panting, whispering the name of his ex girlfriend. She would masturbate silently, trying to picture her son doing the same. What she had just seen had fueled her fantasy, but also left her wanting more. She wished she had seen him come.
Back in his room, Josh was still very embarrassed. He wished he had locked the damned door. Then he heard the shower running. In the safety of his room, his thoughts went back to his still hard penis. He dropped the towel and sat on the edge of his bed. With a tissue in his left hand, he stroke his penis again. But this time it was different. For the first time in months, he wasn't thinking about Jennifer. His mind was filled with the picture of his mother, standing before him wrapped in her towel. Naked underneath...
He quickly reached climax and caught his sperm in his tissue. "Oh my god," he thought as he got back to his senses, "did I just masturbate to my mother?"
Deborah was rubbing her body with soapy hands. The image of her son with his cock in his hands still imprinted in her mind, she let one slippery finger move down between her thighs...
Chapter 2
The dinner this evening was rather quiet, until Deborah broke the silence.
"Do you want to talk about what happened earlier?"
"Umm, no... It's fine."
"I don't mean to make you uncomfortable! On the contrary, actually. I don't want you to feel bad about this. I bet it's not the first time a mother walks in on her son masturbating."
"Mom!"
Deborah laughed at her son's embarrassment.
"Is it the word "masturbate" that troubles you? I know people your age get easily embarrassed by this subject. But you're okay with me. I'm very opened about it."
Josh raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at his mother.
"Really?
"Yes, of course. We all do it, you know. Come to think of it, it's silly we lock ourselves up and try to hide it, even though it's something natural that everybody does."
"If you say so..."
Josh really didn't feel comfortable about this whole conversation, but his mother didn't seem to mind. She continued :
"We should break the ice, you know. I know you had sex very often with Jennifer, so now I can only guess it's hard for you, on your own. Do you masturbate often?"
"Mom! Come on. You can't ask me this!"
"You really don't need to get defensive. I'm only trying to get you to open up a bit. I'm your mother, not a stranger. Besides, we live together, just the two of us. Why have this kind of barrier?"
She was determined to get him to talk. Her words were driven by her desire, she wanted more than what she had seen earlier. Also, she knew he was feeling lonely, and wished she could do something about it. She kept the pressure on.
"Besides, I often hear you, you know."
"You what?"
Josh's eyes were now opened wide.
"I hear you when you masturbate. Not every time I guess, but at least twice or three times a week."
"You can't... I mean, I don't..."
She had him cornered and they both knew it. She was playing all her cards and he had to give in. He just couldn't avoid the subject. She knew the thing to say to finally make him enter the conversation.
"I do it too, you know," she said with a smile.
