The following, are chapters 2 to 7. I was going to publish these individually but as I have a busy schedule coming up, I have decided to release the remainder of the story now. However, please read chapter 1 first before continuing, you will follow the story easier.
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Home grown slut Chapter 2
Carol sat with her eyes and mouth wide open. "You came on your naked mother?"
John nodded, an anxious look on his face.
"Not only came on her but also managed to get some in her?"
"By accident." he replied. "I wasn't aiming for it to go in her pussy."
"But still you did get some in her."
"Yes."
Carol rose from the bed and paced the bedroom. She knew Brenda, John's mother, she was a really nice lady. She had made her feel very welcome, whenever they had visited. She was a very attractive woman, not stunningly beautiful, but for a woman in her mid-40's still very attractive. Even now at just over 60 she still looked good.
"So that was it, a one-time deal?"
John looked down before mumbling. "No." He knew that now he had started, he might as well tell the full story.
"There's more?" Carol shouted, returning to the bed and sitting down as she had before.
When she entered the bathroom, I pulled my shorts up and re-made my bed. I sat down for a few minutes to go over what had just happened. I still couldn't believe that I had just masturbated over my naked mother and had cum so hard on her.
"And in her" Carol injected.
"And in her" John continued.
I was resolved that that would be the end of it. I loved my mother and did not want to put that at risk by doing something stupid again.
I would go to the hardware shop to get some wood filler and repair the door.
I threw on a t-shirt and left my room.
As I exited my door, I heard my mother moan in the bathroom. She was fingering herself behind the closed door, I could hear her softly whispering. I pressed my ear to the door to try to hear what she was saying.
"So much bigger than George." My dad, she said. "What a cock so hard, so big." She moaned "It would feel so good in your pussy Brenda." She continued.
Then a loud gasp and deep guttural grunts, she was coming.
I crept away from the door with a new realisation, my own mother, at the very least, was fantasizing about my cock.
I went to the store and purchased the wood filler, wondering how I might take this further. Could I bring her fantasy to reality?
When I returned the house was empty, so I set about fixing the door.
If fucking me was only a fantasy, I should fuel that fantasy I thought. Seeing me hard had made her finger herself.
Perhaps her seeing me naked again, would lead to her crossing the moral boundaries. Seeing me come again, might encourage her to go further than what we had agreed.
All it needed was a good plan, something that could get the same reaction to what had just happened in my room.
I knew that if I got this wrong, fantasy or not, I could end up homeless.
My first plan was simple, masturbate in my room with the door open, so that she could clearly see.
If she said anything, I could say it was in my room in my own private place. She couldn't throw me out for breaking our deal. In my head I had reasoned that I wasn't trying to see her naked, I just wanted her to see me naked and that wasn't part of the deal. So, I was keeping my word.
Could it really be that simple? Who knew, the only way to find out was to try it out. I would do it the next morning when she got up to use the bathroom.
However, my plan was put on hold that evening when dad came home.
My grandma had been taken to hospital. An ill fitted carpet had caused her to trip and fall, breaking her pelvis. She was ok but with grandad passing away a couple of years ago, she would need help around the house. Things like getting her up, dressed, ablutions, meals, cleaning and such.
It was decided that mum should go to stay with her for a few weeks, to help her recover. Dad would go over some evenings and weekends as he couldn't get the time off work.
I sat totally dejected, I was sorry for Grandma but my plan would now have to wait.
The next morning, she left with instructions to keep the house clean and tidy.
With that she was gone.
Seven weeks later she returned. Grandma had recovered enough to potter around the house and a home help was employed to pop in three times a day to get her meals and to help with her dressing and cleaning. Dad would still go over when he could and he had bought her a mobile phone, so she could contact us, if she needed anything.
As I laid in bed that night, I decided that tomorrow would be the day.
Next morning, I awoke early and opened my bedroom door. Not too much, as I did not want it to look intentional but enough of a gap to make my bed clearly visible to her, as she went to the bathroom.
I stripped naked and laid down on my bed and couched my cock to full erection, not too difficult considering what I was doing.
I had to be careful not to get too carried away, coming now would ruin it all.
It seemed like an eternity before I heard movement coming from my parents' room then footsteps on the landing floor.
This is it I thought, I closed my eyes and started to rub my cock vigorously. I resisted muttering her name thinking that might be too much.
I heard the footsteps stop by my door and then the click of the door being closed.
I opened my eyes hoping to see her in my room but unfortunately, she wasn't. However, it had worked, she had seen me. I just had to wait now to see if there was any reaction.
Later that morning when dad went to visit grandmas' I went looking for her.
"Morning mum" I said when I entered the living room. She was sitting in her favourite arm chair reading a woman's magazine.
She looked up from her magazine, over her reading glasses that were perched on the end of her nose. "Morning john, sleep well?"
I was studying her closely for any reaction. No blushing, no sweating, no sign of any awkwardness.
"John, did you sleep well?" She said again "Have you gone deaf?"
"No, yes, sure mum I was just thinking about something else. Sorry yes I had a great night sleep, thank you."
She eyed me, suspiciously.
