I had just turned 18, and I was enjoying the general freedoms that come with the life of an 18 year-old. I live with my mom, my dad split when I was tiny, and ever since then it has just been me and mom.
To describe myself, Danny. I am about 6ft tall, with short-cropped, dark brown hair. I am well built, even though I hardly ever visit the gym, and slim. Everyone always told me that I have the most amazing eyes. They are pale blue and a seductive glance at a girl will normally get her interested, which is great! I normally can't talk to girls, which is not great. I am the sort of guy who will never make the first move, which is generally what the male is supposed to do.
One secret fantasy I have always had is about my mom. I am not exactly an incest fanatic, but my god is she hot! At 37 years of age, she has the most amazing figure. Slim legs, a great ass, which wiggles as she walks, and possibly my favourite rack in the whole world! 36d, with tits that look like they were made to perfection. Not too much of a gap, smallish, pointed nipples with little pink aureoles. Her face was beautiful, perfect red lips, with eyes which I had inherited, except that hers were brown and always whispered 'slut…' whenever you looked deep into them. A cascade of bushy brown hair which came down as far as her shoulder blades to top it all off. A woman who I had spent many hours jacking off to, and one day I just happened to leave the bathroom door unlocked…
I was in the middle of my daily routine, standing over the sink with my cock just over the level of the rim. My jeans were around my ankles, and my hand was flying up and down my shaft, my thumb curling over the head with each upward stroke. My balls were cupped in my left hand and my eyes were closed. Suddenly, the handle on the door turned. I dropped my hands and was halfway through grabbing my jeans when my mom walked in.
Her mouth fell open in astonishment as she stared at my hard cock. I stood up, turning red, and covered what I could with my hands. I thought she would walk out, but she stood there for what seemed like hours, eyes fixated on my shrinking manhood. Very slowly, I shifted my fingers, allowing her a better view. Eventually she came to her senses and looked up at my face. I still couldn't read her expression. She stared into my eyes, then she spoke.
'Well, don't let me interrupt anything.' she said, and winked.
I stared blankly, 'Wha-?'
'Well, you were obviously in the middle of something when I interrupted you, so I'm inviting you to continue.'
'Continue?' I said, still in shock at her sassy reaction. Was my mother asking me to masturbate, in front of her?
'Yes.' she said simply 'I want to see how my boy has developed. I want to know if I've raised a healthy young man.' She closed the door, squeezed by me, her hips brushing my naked ass. She then took a seat on the closed toilet, crossed her gorgeous legs and settled her gaze on me.
I stood there for a few seconds, looking at her.
