Hey. This is my first story. I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
It had been a long time since my mother had seen me naked. I seriously doubt she would have seen me with an erection. But i know one thing for certain. She had never seen me naked, hard as a rock and furiously wanking my cock like a man possessed. I could tell that by the strange noise she made in her throat. The way she turned a bright shade of red and then disappeared faster than a speeding bullet. I'm no detective but I have a hunch when it comes to these kind of things. Sit back. Relax. Do whatever feels natural at this point in time and Ill tell the wonderful tale of the strangest and most amazing day of my life.
It was a Friday. I'd got home early. For some reason I had a compulsion to shave my cock and balls. Weird? I totally agree but compulsions can be quite insistent. How the thought popped into my head I don't know. It certainly was powerful enough to make me think about nothing else all the way home. Luckily I had a rucksack on my lap to hide my unrelenting thoughts. Otherwise the old lady sitting next to me would have got a sneak preview of the main feature awaiting my mother. I stared out of the window. The boring bus route I took everyday from university could banish any type of erection.
I knew mother would be at work for a few hours. Dad was away with work as usual so I knew I could take my time and do a good job. Upon arriving home I dropped the rucksack at the front door. I flew up the stairs two at a time and was naked two seconds after my curtains were snapped shut. To be honest, I was as curious as I was horny. I wanted to see the end product. Yet having something sharp so close to something so sensitive was rather sobering. Still, there was no turning back. I trimmed the bulk of hair with a pair of scissors then lathered my parts in foam and shaved. It took a while. I had to be extra careful around my balls. I didn't want a trip to casualty although I don't know which would be worse. The pain or the humiliation? I don't think Ill ever be bored enough to find out which.
Eventually I was as smooth as the day I was born. I had a quick shower to rinse the affected area and to wash away any stray hairs off my legs. Drying thoroughly, I tipped a large amount of post shaving balm directly onto my cock. I then proceeded to massage the cooling elixir into the skin. This had an effect equivalent to a viagra overdose. My cock became a solid rod. I admired the size in the mirror. The lack of hair made my cock appear much larger than usual. With my left hand I cupped my balls. With my right I slowly pumped my fist up and down my prick breathing heavily. I squirted more balm onto my dick then quickened the pace. I wanked faster and harder. Squeezing my cock tighter and harder. I grunted in ecstasy. My orgasm coming closer with each tingling repetition.
Through clenched teeth I noticed movement to the side of my vision. I looked up and saw my mother as she turned red, squawked a strange noise and vanished downstairs. Shit. I felt sick. Consequences ran through my mind faster than she had disappeared. What if she kicked me out. What if she told everybody. Many more thoughts whizzed through my mind. Some believable, some crazy. I could even see the the headlines in the local newspaper : Nineteen years old caught masturbating by horrified mother. Strange how panic can alter your thoughts. Panic can also kill a hard-on stone dead. I washed the rest of the balm off my cock in the sink. Then I sneaked across the landing and into the confines of my bedroom. I grabbed a pair of tracksuit bottoms and put on a t-shirt. Half of me wanted to know what was going to happen next. The other half didn't want to confront my mother. Not now. Not ever. Whilst in my own private purgatory I gathered my thoughts. Whilst planning my next move I heard Mum shouting to come downstairs as my dinner would be getting cold. Fantastic. Humiliation and cold food. I always thought it was supposed to be revenge being best served cold. I replied that I would be down in a minute. My voice seemed so small. I doubted that she would have heard me. Still I was an adult and sometimes you have to face the music. Even if you hate the record thats playing.
I entered the kitchen in a humble pose. Head bowed low. Awaiting the feel of a sharp axe biting into the back of my neck. I looked at the table. Lasagne. My favourite. My last meal perhaps? Mum smiled at me as I sat down. My head hung even lower.
"Hey," I replied
"Are you OK?" she enquired
"I'm sorry, Mum" as I looked into my lasagne
"Don't be. If anything its me who should be sorry for barging in on you."
I lurched my head upwards in surprise. I had no memory of whether the door was open or closed.
"Eh?" was all I could muster
"I'm sorry for invading your privacy. I shouted and you didn't answer. So I came to see if you was OK."
This was one thing I had not expected.
"Oh." still unable to construct a coherent sentence
"I'm also sorry for making a noise like someone standing on a chicken! I bet that scared you, didn't it?"
Mum was laughing. It was infectious. From a straight face to giggles, then full on crying with laughter within a few moments. After the outburst I carried on with my lasagne and Mum tucked into her salad.
My Mum is a health food fanatic. She cook anything for me yet always have a different healthy dish for herself. To be honest it has really paid off. She is just the right side of forty and looks a good ten years younger. I would say she has the Bo Derek gene and will look good well past forty. She is an avid swimmer and one of those people who can rarely sit back and relax. With my father away so often she is always out and doing something.
During the meal we talked as if nothing had happened. I helped load up the dishwasher afterwards. I was about to go to my room to attend to some unfinished business when she asked me to follow her into the conservatory. I agreed and we sat facing each other in silence.
"Can I ask you something?"
"You just did," I smirked back at her. I was gradually regaining my confidence.
"A serious question. You don't have to answer if you don't want to."
"OK," I replied. I wasn't sure what she was going to ask me. I was praying to gods I don't believe in that it wouldn't be about earlier
She looked unsure of herself but curiosity got the better of her. There was a slight pause before she asked "Do you shave your penis?"
Another pause. This one noticeably longer. "Erm, well this was the first time, actually."
I was turning red. Mum placed her hand on my knee and smiled.
"I know its common for girls to do nowadays. I didn't realise men did the same."
"I don't know about other guys. I just wandered what it would look like." I answered truthfully
I could see her processing the information. I was caught completely off guard by the follow up question.
"May I have a look?"
