I froze when I heard the door squeak as someone opened it and looked in. No one, and I mean no one, is supposed to come into my room while I am in bed. But, there was someone looking in as I held myself in one hand and stroked myself with the other—even though both hands were now still. The gasp coming from the person told me it was my mother. My brain raced quickly to decide what to do in this situation. I could jump up and try to cover my nakedness while leaving both my mother and me totally embarrassed or I could pretend to be fast asleep and let us both go on as if nothing happened. I flipped back and forth between the two choices but failed to follow either. The result being I stayed in that frozen state for what felt like an eternity.
Apparently I wasn’t the only one who was frozen still. She stood there as well, holding her breath, probably trying to decide what to do. I mean, she also had two choices; one, to yell at me for being naked and tell me to cover myself or two, quietly slink out without waking me and pretend nothing happened.
I decided to let her make the decision and stayed in that frozen state. My dick was still throbbing and my liquid was still oozing out—it looked like faster than before—as it was now running over my fingers and down my hand. She was as bad as I was in making the decision as we both were still for a long time.
Finally I heard her pull the door shut. I held my pose as I tried to listen for her footsteps going away from my room. I didn’t want to move until I was sure she had gone away.
My eardrums were straining at the seams but I heard nothing. I could hear a faint sound of uneven breathing outside my door and I figured she was still trying to get over the shock. I had to control my breathing as well because the sudden rush of adrenalin had left me immobile as well.
Then I got the surprise of my life. My door creaked as she opened it again and looked in. I was still in the same pose as before. I could feel her eyes on my cock. My balls moved involuntarily as my stomach muscles tightened. I couldn’t understand why she was looking back in. If she thought I would have covered myself by now, then she was wrong. But why would she think that I was going to cover myself up. I mean, I had to be awake to know that she was on the door and since I was pretending to be asleep, I had to keep that pretension for a while longer. I couldn’t be completely naked one second and under the covers next.
It took another long while before she closed the door again and I heard the footsteps receding. I jumped to a sitting position. My mouth was agape at the possibility that may be, just may be, my mother looked in the second time to get a better look. God, what the hell! My mind went berserk at the possibility. Could it be, was it possible, may be my mother took a second look to get a better view of my cock. I mean, why would she do that? What reason could she possibly have to take another look if not to satisfy some carnal curiosity? My balls moved again as my stomach muscles tightened one more time at the rush I felt in the pit of my stomach at the thought that my mother, my own mother, wanted to, and did, have a better look at my hard, erect, throbbing, dripping wet dick. It was an incredible rush, I might add. The possibilities that it brought to mind were much more erotic than the fantasies about Monique.