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Bang! The door flew open and slammed against the wall.
A jolt of fear sat Todd sat bolt upright and he couldn't stop a sharp yell of surprise. A dark shape loomed in the doorway blocking out the light from the hallway. Todd shrank back, his heart thumping like a frantic animal.
"Todd!" a voice shrieked.
It was his mother.
"You scared me," Todd said trying to keep his voice level. He was gulping for air and his heart was still banging painfully in his chest.
She strode to the bed and towered over him. The light from the open door behind her caught the red netting of her teddy pajamas and it made Todd think of the flickering red fires of hell his mother was always talking about. He could see her large breasts that jutted the material and even the circular darkness of her nipples.
A sharp stab of guilt made him look away. He shouldn't be looking at them. Todd wormed down in the bed and pulled the blanket up to his chin. "I'm tired. I was asleep."
Todd's mother marched back to the door and turned on the light. The sudden brightness made Todd blink and he flung his hands up and covered his eyes. "Mum, come on."
He heard the rustle of his mother's diaphanous nightgown as she walked back to the bed. Then he felt her knee touching his left elbow that was jutting off the edge of the bed.
"You were masturbating weren't you?" she demanded. Then before he could answer she snapped impatiently, "Oh for heavens sake. Take your hands away from your eyes and look at me when I talking to you."
Todd pulled his hands away and opened his eyes slowly, blinking in the light. His mother's face swam into his view and it was taught and angry. He looked down and saw her fingers were tapping a rapid beat on her hips.
"Sit up," she snapped.
Todd pulled himself up and arranged the blanket around his waist. As he folded it he made sure he had extra weight lying on his lap. He had a habit of getting erections at the most embarrassing time. He had thought it would have stopped when he got older, but here he was two days after his eighteenth birthday and if anything it was getting worse.
"Well," said his mother taking her arms off her hips and folding them, holding them just under the massive jut of her breasts.
"I was sleeping."
"Jesus will punish the liar," hissed his mother. "I heard the bed squeak in my bedroom, and when I came into the hall, it was even louder."
Todd didn't say anything. His hung head was a clear confession of guilt.
"What did I tell you about doing that?"
Todd couldn't bring himself to look at her face. "You told me that I shouldn't jack off. You told me it was the act of a dirty filthy animal." Todd still remembered the time last night his mother had insisted on jacking him off. His cock twitched at the memory of her lubricated hands sliding up and down on his cock.
His mother had said something and he hadn't heard. He looked up at her blankly.
His mother huffed in her most irritated manner, "You never listen do you. I said pull back the sheets."
Todd made a show of reluctantly picked up the sheets and threw them aside. During that time he was able to reach down with his right hand and stuff his cock between his legs. He sat there with his legs tightly clenched together, with his cock barely visible between them.
His mother glared at him. "Spread your legs," she snapped, her mouth and face in a tight hard line. Slowly Todd opened his legs. "Get them right apart," she said in a voice that allowed no room for disobedience.
His cock was still semi-hard from where he had been jacking off. A drop of pre-cum glistened on the tip. It was half erect and stuck up in a drooping arc.
His mother reached down with an outstretched finger. She touched the tip of his cock right where the foreskin came together but a small bit of his purple tip lay revealed. She took the drop on her finger tip with a tiny scooping motion. She held her hand out in front of his face and rubbed her thumb and fingertip together to show him how slippery it was. She put it under his nose and he knew he was expected to smell it. He took and audible sniff and smelt the sharp smell of his own precum. Clear evidence he had been caught breaking the rules.
"You know I don't want this staining the bed, don't you?" she said in her exasperated voice. The one she used when he left a mess in the kitchen, or failed to rinse the bathroom sink.
That was the voice that made Todd feel like a small child. "Yes mummy," he said. The shame making his face burn.
She reached across him and grabbed the blankets and top sheet, holding them up so she could inspect the underside. "See there's a wet spot there already."
Todd stared at it without saying anything. It was cold with the blankets and sheet off. He wrapped his arms around his knees and hugged tight.
His mother flung the sheets to the far side of the bed. Todd sat hugging his knees wanting to go back to the warmth of his bed.
"Come on," his mother said, and she turned and walked towards the door.
What did she mean? Todd stared at her back not knowing what to do.
She turned and had that exasperated look on her face. "Well come on."
"Come on where?"
"Honestly I thought it would be obvious. I can't trust you to be by yourself. All you want to do is rub your cock like a little animal. You're going to sleep in my bed. That way I'll be able to make sure you're not abusing yourself."
Todd remembered what she had done the last two nights. Was she meaning to jack him off with the gloves and baby oil again? His cock twitched and started to swell up. But she seemed different tonight. She had clearly decided it was a bad thing. Todd decided not to say anything or do anything that acknowledged it had happened. He was used to doing that, there was a lot he couldn't mention to his mother.
He got up quickly so he could hide his growing hard on, and followed his mother. She marched down the hall ahead of him and when he got to the door of her bedroom, she was already in bed.
"Close the door," she said as she turned over on her side, her face away from the door.
Todd closed the door behind him. Now the room was so dark that he stumbled his way across the floor to his mother's bed. His mother always slept on the left side. He had peeked in and seen her sleeping some times, hoping to get a glimpse of her naked. Todd always assumed his father had slept on the right, but he had never known him. He had left when Todd was two.
It was warm in her bed, and the sheets were crisp, clean and smelled of lavender. He snuggled down and pulled the soft down comforter up to his chin. It was warm and nice here, but an aching feeling from his cock and balls started to grow. He needed to finish his interrupted jacking off. He had been really close to coming when his mother had barged in. Not quite at that can't-stop-for-anything time, but at that time when the buildup started to make his balls feel bigger and there was that feeling that told him he was in the groove and it was going to come home. Then he had been interrupted by his mother and his cock had drooped like an icicle in the heat of her anger.
That familiar have-to-do-it feeling crept back in his balls and cock tip. God he really wanted to blow a load! but it was going to be impossible here in his mother's bed.
He thought about asking her to jack him off. He just couldn't face the look on her face. How would he say it? He wouldn't be able to. He was probably going to have to get up in the cold and go to the bathroom to blow it into a wad of toilet tissue.
For the moment he could enjoy the warmth and smell of his mother's bed. He pulled the sheets close to his nose and inhaled. It smelled like lavender with a slight smell of soap. He reached down and started to play with his cock. He thought of the time his mother had caught him jacking off with the magazine. She had made him jack off in front of her, just to teach him a lesson, and he had spurted all over her breasts and face. The thought of it made him hard and he rubbed his cock. He used the foreskin method as he had no lubricant. He could roll his foreskin up and down, until he came. It was more intense if he used lubricant and pulled his skin back to rub the bare tip, but that took a lot more preparation and he usually only did that when he was alone in the house with lots of time, and a good collection of porn.
Thinking of porn he would have to decide what fantasy he wanted to come to. It always helped if he had a fantasy playing. Of course having his mother do it was top of the list, but he had all kinds of fantasies about her. There was the one when she took him into the changing room at the store and getting down on her knees she sucked the come out of his cock.
That was a good fantasy. He liked to play it slowly in his mind, sometimes going over bits to improve them. Sometimes he would be imperious and tell his mother to come in to the changing room. She would look around to make sure no one was looking and then slip inside. He would already have his cock out, sticking out hard from his fly. He would sit down on the stool that was always in the room. She would get down on her knees, putting her handbag on the floor and then like the bitch she was she would move on all fours until her mouth was close to his cock.
He thought of her mouth on him sucking it in. He thought of fucking his mother's mouth. Use it like it was a cunt.
His cock was really hard now and he started rubbing his foreskin up and down letting his finger form a ring the slipped over the flare of his cock head just a little and then right back over it again. It was one of his better strokes.
