Just after my eighteenth birthday, father died of a massive heart attack as I was about to leave for college. I had just graduated from high school and, as a 'star' football player, had been courted by several colleges for a football scholarship. My first choice had been an Eastern school, but, after Dad's death, I quickly changed my choice to the local state university, just across town from home.I didn't want to be too far away from home and my distraught mother.
Mom and Dad had been married just over eighteen years, I had been conceived on their wedding night. Dad had been twenty-three and Mom just eighteen at the time. Over the course of the next three years, Mom had conceived, then miscarried, four times. After the fourth time she had elected to have her tubes tied as each miscarriage had been a very traumatic experience for her.
All that summer I had been at school, practising for the upcoming season. The only time off was the weekends and I could get home.
I really looked forward to those Saturdays and Sundays because then I had the privacy of my room in which I could 'exercise' my right hand, something I couldn't do in the dorms at school.
At home, I could lay on my bed, stroking my fat, eight inch cock until I couldn't hold back any longer and gobs of my white cum would shoot out, straight up into the air, to fall back onto my chest and belly. The feeling was so exhilerating and pleasurable that I could hardly wait till I was able to repeat the act. Then, after a second cum, I'd feel exhausted and readuly fall into a deep sleep.
It wasn't till just before the football season competition started that I learned that Mom had often spied on me and my 'stroking' sessions. I had retreated to my room, undressed and lay down on the bed, my right hand wrapped around my already stiff cock when the bedroom door opened and Mom came in, wrapped in her housecoat. I had been caught in the act!