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Home alone with my MILF of a mother.
As soon as he heard his mother's voice even through his headphones, her voice sounded so close and so real. Instead of imagining her voice in his head, he imagined she was standing there watching him masturbate himself and watching him about to cum. He'd love for her to watch him masturbate. A sexual fantasy come true, he only wished his mother was really standing there watching him masturbating and getting ready to cum. If only she was really standing there, he'd love nothing more than for his mother to watch him masturbate and shoot his load of cum all over himself.
In the way that men have given her cum baths, he'd love to give her a cum bath. He'd love for her to watch him give himself a cum bath. Maybe she'd be so sexually aroused watching him masturbate and cum that she'd want to masturbate him or even allow him to masturbate her. Maybe after she watched him masturbate and ejaculate, she'd allow him to watch her masturbate and have an orgasm too. Maybe, if she was as sexually excited as he was now, she'd suck him and fuck him. Only nothing more than a sexual fantasy, the reality that he'd never have sex with his mother made him sad and even more sexually frustrated.
As soon as he heard his mother's voice, as if her sweet, sexy voice encouraged him to cum, he shot a huge load of warm, oozy cum all over his chest, all over his stomach, all over his thighs, and all over his hand. So much cum, after seeing her naked tits, he couldn't stop cumming. Cumming and cumming while staring at his mother's breasts on the paused video and thinking of his mother watching him masturbating and cumming, he's never ejaculated as much cum. He only wished she was here to take his cock in her hand before taking his cock in her mouth. He'd love nothing better than to cum in his mother's mouth while feeling her tits and fingering her nipples.
As if she was there in the room with him instead of far away on some boat in the middle of the ocean celebrating Nude Day naked with her new boyfriend and five other naked couples, he distinctly heard his mother's voice just as he was cumming. So weird. So real. So surreal. So sexually exciting. Already, with her only gone a couple of hours, he missed her company. He longed to watch his mother parade around him while dressed in only her panty and bra.
He was a mess. With cum on his chest, his stomach, his thighs, and his hand, his cock was still oozing cum. He'll clean himself up in a minute but as if his cum was a sexual toy it was exciting to think of his mother seeing him like this, covered in cum. He only wished he could cover her naked body in his cum. He'd love nothing better than to cum all over her face, her hair, and her breasts after cumming in her mouth and before cumming in her pussy.
As if she was there in the room with him, pretending she was there watching him masturbate, he closed his eyes while imagining his mother watching him masturbate himself. He imagined his mother staring at his erect prick. In the way that he'd be mesmerized watching his mother finger herself while playing with her nipples, he imagined his mother watching him stroking himself. As if she was there in the room with him now, pretending she was there, he imagined his mother watching him cum. He only wished she was there watching him stroking his cock while he stared, touched, felt, and fondled her naked breasts while fingering her big nipples.
He only wished she was there to take him in her hand before taking him in her mouth and before licking him clean while sucking him to another erection again. He only wished she was there because if she was there right now, in the horny way he still was from watching her topless video and masturbating himself, he'd make love to her before fucking her. He only wished she was standing there watching him masturbate while watching him cum. He'd give anything to give his mother a masturbation show. He'd give anything to give his mother a cum bath.
"Robert! What the Hell are you doing?"
There it was again only louder this time. As if she was really there, he heard her voice again. Only, this time, she sounded even closer than she did before. This time, she really sounded as if she was in the room with him. She sounded as if she was standing beside him. Only this time, she sounded agitated, perturbed, and emotionally disturbed.
This time she sounded distraught, as if she'd be disappointed in him that he'd be masturbating over her sexy video while she was gone for the weekend. If she knew he was sitting in her red, leather recliner while jerking off over her topless 40th birthday, pool party video, no doubt, she'd be quite upset with him. Only, as soon as he's done masturbating himself, long before she's due home, he'll return the video to her panty drawer. She never know he watched it. She's never know he jerked off over see her tits.
Different in the way he imagined her reacting to seeing his prick, watching him masturbate, and cumming, in his sexual fantasy, he thought she'd sexually be excited in watching his masturbation show. He thought she'd be sexually aroused in watching him masturbate himself. He thought she'd be sexually excited in watching him cum. Yet, now, instead of imagining her staring at him with sexual lust in the way he always stares at her, he didn't understand why she sounded so agitated. Yet, she really wasn't agitated. She wasn't even there. He was only imagining that she was.
Something that wasn't part of his sexual fantasy, she sounded annoyed. She sounded angry. With him imagining her standing there watching him masturbate himself while watching him cum, her voice suddenly sounded so scolding of him, disappointed in him, and so real. He stopped stroking himself to remove his headphones and to open his eyes to look up at the imagined voice.
As if seeing a ghostly vision of her, shocked, totally flabbergasted, and discombobulated, he couldn't believe his mother was really standing beside him. In the way that he always imagined she would, he watched her staring at his erect prick. She must have been standing there when he was masturbate himself. She must have watched him stroking himself. She must have watched him cum. Oh shit, her video is on pause. Her tits are frozen on the TV screen.
"Mom? Oh shit! Oh, my God. I'm so sorry Mom. I'm so embarrassed," he said covering his exposed and still oozing prick with his hand.
Contrary to her agitation and disappointment in him, she stared at his erect prick in the way that he always imagined her staring at his cock whenever he flashed her his dick while on the couch with her and watching a movie. She stared at his cock in the way that she stared at his exposed prick when he was on the stairs and helping her with her suitcase. Instead of staring at his cock with disgust and disinterest, as she usually does before looking away, she stared at his cock with sexual interest.
In the way that he imagined her staring at her boyfriends' erect pricks, he always imagined her staring at his erect prick with the same sexual interest. Only, disappointing him and ruining his sexual fantasy, whenever he exposed his prick to her, she stared at his erect cock as if she was totally disinterested and totally disgusted instead of sexually excited. It wasn't until he flashed her his cock on the stairs that she seemed sexually interested enough to stare longer while licking her lips and playing with her hair.
Now after seeing his cock twice within a few hours, maybe she's sexually excited. Maybe she's horny. Maybe she came home to invite him on her Nude Day cruise. Maybe she rejected her boyfriend for him. Maybe they'll spend the entire Nude Day weekend naked. Only, when she tore into him, she didn't sound very horny or sexually excited. She sounded angry.
"Is this what you do when I'm not home, you masturbate? How dare you?"
His mother stood over him while staring down at his exposed, erect prick that still continued oozing a steady stream of cum while throbbing. He couldn't believe she had not only seen his erect, naked cock but also that she had seen him cum. He couldn't believe that she was staring at his erect, naked cock before looking away in shocked displeasure. Rejecting him with her look, he wished she had a better reaction to seeing his prick.
Ideally, he wished she'd fall to her knees and take him in her hand before taking him in her mouth. He wished she'd remove her tight jeans and her panties and straddle him to take him in her pussy. Now, instead of making him feel sexually excited and sexually wanted, she made him feel bad. She made him feel like the incestuous, pervert that he is. She made him feel how he imagined his father must have felt when she threw him out of the house.
Nonetheless her negative reaction to seeing his prick, a memory he'll never forget, the images of her seeing his prick were already playing through his mind in the way of an endless video. He always loved flashing his mother his cock. He only wished she enjoyed seeing his prick as much as he enjoyed showing her his prick. He only wished she enjoyed flashing him her tits, pussy, and ass in the way he enjoyed flashing her his prick.
Still, totally surprised, shocked actually, he couldn't believe she had been standing there watching him masturbate himself. He couldn't believe she had just watched him shoot a huge load of cum all over his chest, his stomach, his thighs, and his hand. Instead of turning away or walking away, he couldn't believe she was still standing there watching his cock oozing cum while involuntarily throbbing, pulsating, and bouncing up and down.
Her widened eyes were in direct conflict with her angry attitude. Her body language revealed to him everything that he needed to know about his mother's sexual interest in him. In the way she did on the stairs when seeing his cock, she did everything but run her hands through her hair and slowly lick her lips with her tongue. In the way she was staring at his engorged prick, she did everything but take him in her hand before falling to her knees to take him in her mouth.
Even though he tried covering his erection with his hand, he couldn't. His cock was too big for him to totally conceal with his hand and long fingers. He looked up at her with shock mixed with sexual excitement. He looked up at her wishing she'd make a sexual move instead of giving him her dissatisfaction and discontent. He looked up at her with love and lust while she looked down at him with distain and disgust. Hoping to change the subject, he made this about her instead of about him.
