“It snowed last night,” said his mom. “A lot. I’m afraid to open the door! It’s almost up to the height of the first-floor windows.”
“Huh,” said Justin. “I guess we’ll be staying inside today, after all.”
“I guess so.” Emily smiled and sat down on his bed. One of her hands came to rest on Justin’s side, and then slowly began to glide down across his inner leg. Justin frowned.
It’s like she doesn’t even know what she’s doing. This is torture!
“Is there anything you need, sweetie, before I make breakfast?” asked his mom. “Anything at all?”
Her hand drew even closer to his cock. Justin almost couldn’t believe that she hadn’t noticed it. She stopped with the curve of her thumb pushed up against the base of it and began to hum a song he remembered from his childhood.
If she closed her fingers, she’d have my cock in her hand through the sheets!
“Oh…” Justin let out a soft moan and tried to think. “Mom…”
She leaned over him, letting her cleavage hang in front of his face.
“Do you need something, honey?”
One of her fingers brushed against Justin’s cock, and in his hyper aroused state, that was all it took. He let out a gasp and felt a shockwave of illicit pleasure course through him as he lost control. Cum sprayed out into his sheets in forceful, erratic spurts. The hot, stickiness of the mess he’d made immediately filled Justin with a deep sense of shame and regret.
The orgasm was powerful, but spoiled by the lack of real contact. But it was still something that had happened, something he now had to live with, and something potent enough to leave him speechless. He stared at his mom with his mouth open in a shocked, slack-jawed expression.
She didn’t even notice, or so it seemed. Emily ran a hand through her son’s hair and then stood up, walking over to the door, her hips swaying from side to side as she did.
“Breakfast will be ready soon,” she said. “We’ll have to do everything we can to enjoy the next couple of days. It will just be the two of us.”
Justin nodded slowly. His mom left, and he slammed his head back into his pillow, cringing at what he’d just done and feeling like a disgusting pervert.
“This can’t be happening…” he muttered. “What the hell is wrong with me?”
He took a shower, washing his body clean and wishing he could do the same for his mind. Justin rationalized away the incident the best he could. He’d been having a sex dream, his mom had woken him up, and it had been an accident.
It wasn’t her fault, it wasn’t my fault, it just happened. She was wearing that stupid sexy nightgown, and she was on my bed.
As he thought about how she’d looked, and how soft her hand had felt, his cock started to harden again. Justin glared down at it and began to feel the type of frustration that only a horny teenage male at the mercy of off limits temptation can truly understand.
He dried himself off, roughly scrubbing his erection in hopes that he could convince it to go back into hibernation. It didn’t, and after Justin had thrown on a t-shirt and some sweatpants, he cursed down at his conspicuous bulge.