I've tried writing this story more than a few times, and each time I get about half way and wind up throwing it away. I mean, how do you put into words feeling and emotions that you yourself don't understand. I mean I know what happened, I just can't always describe how or why. So I decided to take my mothers' advice, and yes she is usually right, and tried to just record the events as they occurred. I do have to admit, her way of describing them was very fitting. Something you the reader will understand as you travel down the path I tread these last few months.
IN THE BEGINNING
This story starts where it always starts; at the beginning. I am the youngest child of three, of loving parents; we come from a modern middle income family. Oh we have our disagreements, but overall we aren't any different than a million other households in America.
My parents met in college; after my father entered trades as a welder before they were married. My oldest brother was born first, and yes he is his father's son, just like dad. A year later my middle sister was born, and you would have to label her as the wild child, if you could even put a label on her. A year and a half after I was born, as for me I admit I am a momma's boy. I've always been closer to mom, not because I am a nerd or wuss, but it was always more of a mental connection. We just tended to think a lot alike, and that gave a bond neither my brother nor sister had.
About two years after I was born, there was a bad accident. Nobody died, but the explosion of the acetylene tanks my father was welding with leveled the building where he worked. The following OSHA safety inspection found numerous violations and my folks got a sizeable settlement.
While money is nice, it doesn't replace the lost months Dad spent in the hospital, or more, the change. Dad spent months in the hospital, yes he nearly died. When he did recover, it was like he was reborn; and I mean that literally.
He left welding and attended seminary, and is now a practicing minister. Honestly it's all I've ever known him to be; that strict evangelical figure that dominated my years growing up.
By the time I had hit my senior year in high school, I couldn't wait to get out of the house and that presence. What kept me? That's easy to answer, it was mom. I always had the feeling if I left what would happen to her.
My older brother was like a carbon copy of dad, in fact he was already in seminary and planned to help dad run the church when he graduated. My sister, oh my God, that girl gave my mother gray hairs. Twice I had to sneak her drunken ass back into the house while mom diverted dad's attention, and that was the simple things. Her screaming matches with dad were notorious, as were her miniskirts and thongs. Although I do admit she had a damn fine pair of legs.
So now you know where things were when this journey started. It was a normal, or quasi-normal, religious home that just brimmed with craziness. Well, the craziness was about to get worse.
THE FLESH IS WEAK
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 my still hard cock.
Where I had been frozen in fear, I slowly thawed as my hand began to gently glide up and down. Where I had waited for the screaming about impurity and sin, instead I saw furtive glances at my hard dick. Could mom really be watching me jerk off?
As if to shove the point home, mom turned and bent to pick a pair of discarded underwear. Instead of just dropping it into her basket and moving on, mom held that pose. There, feet from me my eyes were the globes of my mother's ass as her jeans stretched violin tight over them.
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.
DON'T LOSE YOUR GRIP ON LOVE AND LOYALTY (PROVERBS 3)
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.
