I just turned 18-years-old and something happened to me that usually happen to guys at 13-years-old. I got horny, really horny. Other guys mature sexually years before I did; it was like I had a delayed reaction or something. I mean, I just grew pubic hair last year. I do not yet have a girlfriend and I live alone with my Mom. We live in the country on a nonworking farm where the closest town is 5 miles down the road.
My Mom, Elizabeth, is a single mom and does not have a man in her life. She is a good looking 38-year-old woman. Sometimes, once a month maybe, I can hear her masturbating with her vibrator. She does not know that I can hear her. She has the room next to my room. I mean, I have to put my ear to the wall to hear her but I do that while jerking off thinking of her playing with her pussy. Sometimes, when I am brave enough and horny enough, I tip-toe to her door and watch her masturbate through the keyhole. She has a thing for her tits, especially her nipples. Whenever she masturbates she never stops touching them, pulling them, and twisting them.
Now, here is the thing. My Mom thinks that I am a nice, innocent boy. In actuality, I am a horny, testosterone filled, perverted man. If she only knew how many times I jerk off a day, she would surely send me away for therapy.
So, I devised a foolproof plan to get some penis action from, whom else, the only woman that I know, my Mom. Yeah, sure, I know that she is a blood relative and having sex with a blood relative is incest, so what. I'm freaking horny.
This is my plan. All last week, I made sure that my Mom saw me naked by accident on purpose. I stepped out of the shower pretending that she was not there. I accidentally on purpose dropped my towel in the kitchen when I reached for a glass. I sat on the couch with my legs up and open while just wearing a bathrobe and watching television with her sitting across from me. My plan was to make sure that she was horny.
Then, I am going to pretend that I have a problem with my penis and take my Mom in my confidence to see if she can help me out. What do you think? Do you think that it will work? Alcohol, huh? Yeah, maybe, if I spiked her coffee with alcohol or something, she would be more agreeable to helping out a guy but I don't think that I could pull that off. She doesn't drink.
Mom works from home so she is always around. This morning, I am going to pretend to be sick. This is my senior year in high school and since it is the end of the year and all of my work needed to graduate is done, I pretty much am already out of school. Since, she just got out of the shower I knew any minute my mom would be knocking at my bedroom door to see why I did not get up for school.
I stripped off my pajamas and underwear and jumped back in bed throwing the sheet over me.
Five, four, three, two, one...knock, knock.
"Stephen. Wake up. Stephen, Honey, you up? You're gonna be late for school."
"I'm not feeling well."
Mom opened my bedroom door and peeked in. She was wearing my favorite nightgown, a very transparent number that whenever she stood in direct light, such as when she opened the refrigerator door, I had a clear view of her ass crack, her bush between her legs, and the sides of her tits and nipples. I have jerked off countless times while thinking of her wearing that nightgown. I love that nightgown. Matter of fact, I am the one who bought her that for Christmas last year making sure that it was totally see through by holding it up to the light in the store. I lied when I told the clerk that it was for my girlfriend. How sick would she think me if I told her it was for my mother?
It is fun for a horny guy to live alone with his mother, especially if he is attracted to her because plenty of times my mother has not been careful as to how she sits around the house or what she is wearing or not wearing and I have already seen plenty of her body in all kinds of embarrassing positions. I can't count the number of times I have seen her panties when she sits with her legs open. Or how many times, she has come out of her room in just her bra and panty to do her hair, makeup or to iron her clothes.
"What's the matter, Honey?"
I pretended to be really upset. I am such an actor when I want to be. I can cry with actual tears, which I did now.
"Honey," she said sitting beside me on the bed and stroking my hair. I had already opened my blinds so that the sunshine would light her up like a flood lamp. Clearly, I had a great view of her knockers. It was almost like she was not wearing anything at all. She has wonderful C cup tits and when she leans over like she was just about to do to feel my forehead I had a great down nightgown view of her nipples. Now, if she was standing, I could see all the way down her nightgown to her pussy. She never wears underwear beneath her nightgown. "Tell me what is wrong?"
"It's embarrassing, Mom."
"C'mon, Sweetie, when your father left, we made a pact a long time ago that we can tell one another anything."
"Mom, it's a guy thing and it is really embarrassing."
"Okay, what if I told you something about me that is embarrassing." I wiped the tears from my eyes and looked up at her ready for something juicy. My Mom rolled her eyes obviously embarrassed by what she was about to say. "Sometimes, I get lonely."
"That's it? What's so embarrassing about that?"
"Sexually lonely."
"You mean, horny?"
"Well, yeah, but lonely sounds better."
"That is part of my problem, too." I release more tears.
"C'mon, you can tell me anything. You know that."
"It's my penis."
"What about your penis?" She looked down putting her hand on my stomach and I wished she had put her hand lower.
"There's something wrong with it?"
"What do you mean?" She got a concerned look and I thought she was going to rip the sheet off of me. "Do you want to see the doctor?"
"Mom, I can't go to a doctor and show her my penis." I still had my pediatrician, old Dr. Kelly.
"Do you want me to look at it?"
"Mom! I can't show you my penis. How embarrassing is that?"
"I've seen your penis hundreds of times."
"Yeah, when I was a little kid."
"Stephen, it's okay. I'm your mother."
"Mom, just between us, if I show you my penis, you can tell nobody. I would be so embarrassed."
"I won't tell anyone."
"You promise?"
"Yes I promise. Who am I going to tell?"
I lifted up the sheet and my mom pushed my hands away, pulled down the sheet, and stared at my cock.
"I don't see anything wrong with it. It looks normal to me."
"It's not. There's something wrong with it."
"What?" She leaned closer staring at it and now I had a great view of her tits down her nightgown top.
"Mom, do you know what it should feel like? Can you tell by touching it, by picking it up, if it is okay and if it feels normal?"
She looked at me and then she looked back at my cock. She picked it up with her fingers and then took it in her palm.
"I don't see anything wrong with it, Stephen."
"Does it feel normal to you?"
I could not believe my mother was staring at my cock and holding my cock.
"It feels fine to me, Stephen," she said never putting it down. "What do you think is wrong?"
"You know," I said moving my hand in a jerking off movement. I could not believe my mom was still holding my cock and fondling it with her fingers as she stared at it. And when I made the universal jerk off motion, she involuntarily started stroking me just a little but stopped.
"What do you mean, Stephen, tell me?"
"You know, all the guys in school have masturbated and," I started crying, again, "and I can't. Either I don't know how or am doing it wrong or there is something wrong with it."
"Can you get an erection?"
"Yes," I said wiping my eyes, "but nothing else."
"Do you want me to try to see if I can...help you?"
"Help me, how?"
"I can play with your cock to see ifβ"
"Mom, I'd feel like such a pervert."
"Well, it's either that or we go to the doctor."
"Mom, I am so embarrassed." I started the waterworks, again.
"Don't, this is different Stephen. If I can help show you how to masturbate, there is nothing wrong with that. I'm your mother."
"Do you masturbate, Mom?"
"Well, gee, Stephen, that is an embarrassing question but under the circumstances with me holding you cock in my hand, yes, I do, occasionally to relieve the pent up sexual tension."
"Do you think that you can, you know, relieve the sexual tension for me, Mom?"
"Well, I can try Stephen." She looked around the room. "Do you have any tissues?"
"No."