So, here I was lying in my bed without any clothes on, trying to picture mom naked; meanwhile she sat in the office next door unaware that I was slowly stroked my seemingly always-present hard-on and wanting her. I was imagining a titty-fuck. Her sitting on my legs with her beautiful bountiful boobs sandwiching my boner between them and the royal eight inch scepter I sported about to spurt!
Just then, I heard the motel intercom buzz which threw me off my rhythm. I heard mom talking with someone. I couldn’t hear what she was saying, but I knew that it had to be one of the guests. It was late for someone to call.
Wondering what was going on, I heard mom hang up. Suddenly the light went on in the office; before I knew what was going on the door to my room came swinging open.
“Mom!” I gasped when I saw mother standing in the doorway staring at me. I was mortified as I jerked my hand away from my cock and grabbed for the covers. I could see that Mother’s eyes were locked on my peter as it stuck up out of my groin long and stiff. I was somehow able to pull the covers over and hide my cock as Mother gave out a soft, embarrassed cough.
“Uh, sorry, uh, Chet, uh, one of the, uh, guests called. He, uh, he said that the ice maker is out of ice and he needs some. Uh, could you, could you run down to the Seven-Eleven and pick up a bag for him?” she asked me, timidly stepping over to my bed and holding out a couple of dollars to me. As she did, I could see the outline of her body silhouetted through the thin material of her baby-doll pajamas by the light which shone behind her.
“Uh, sure, mom,” I mumbled, leaning forward and taking the money from her. As I did, I saw her glance down at the lump of my cock jutting up against the sheet before she turned and stepped back over to the door.
“Thank you,” I heard her say as she stepped out and closed the door behind her.
Damn it, I cursed. I’d never been so embarrassed. Not only had my mother seen my cock, she seen that I was masturbating. I wished there was a hole somewhere to crawl in and hide.
Throwing the covers off, I angrily slapped my cock, trying to punish it for making me feel so foolish. “Ouch—” I snorted, swinging my legs off the bed, standing up and stumbling over to the chair where my jeans were. Pulling them on, I quickly pulled a tee shirt over my head and stepped into my loafers.
Stuffing the money into my pocket, I shuffled over to the door. Taking a deep breath, I reached down and quickly pulled the door open. Stepping through it and going down he hall I saw that mom was sitting at the table. She had the Mason jar that pa kept his shine in and a glass with some the liquor in it sitting in front of her as she looked up at me.
“Be careful—” I heard her tell me as I stepped over to the door leading outside.
“Uh, what number?” I asked her.
“Oh, I forgot, uh, number six,” she told me as I glanced down at the outline of her big tits underneath her PJs.
“Okay,” I mumbled, backing out through the doorway.
The Seven-Eleven was only a couple hundred yards down the road and I was back with the bag of ice in no time.