Of course, we went through our routines as if nothing had happened. I had no way of finding out why she had come to my room and she didn’t let on that there was something she wanted me to do that day. I knew though that she had looked at my nakedness and my mind was straining very hard to figure out why. I wanted to know why. I had to know why. Of course, there was no way for me to know without asking her directly, and that was impossible. She didn’t betray anything. I thought once or twice that I saw her looking at my crotch, but it was so fleeting that I shrugged it off as only psychological.
She did look though, deliberately, that I was sure off. I figured that may be she’ll be tempted to look again, if given the opportunity. I had to test my theory and I couldn’t wait for next Saturday to come, as that would be the optimal time to see if she comes for another look.
Next Saturday took almost a month to come. I assumed my pose as before, only this time my brain was very active, as well as my cock was bursting. The thought of my mother coming to see me naked, for the sake of seeing me naked, was extremely arousing. As I pictured her opening the door with her heart beating fast, hoping to find me hard and horny, wishing to get a glimpse of my penis in its full glory, I became so aroused that my fluids were gushing out of my hole. I practiced my pose; how she should see me; where my hands should be; which way my face should be. I found that my hand was getting extremely wet and sticky. I also found that she wasn’t coming as it was taking forever to hear anything. Forever did come though and when I had almost given up and was getting ready to “wake up”, I heard her footsteps.
The door creaked, the door opened, my balls moved, my stomach tightened, my cock throbbed steadily, my fluids painted my, and my breathing became unbearable as I held my pose for my mother. I could hear her out of control breathing as well. I could feel her eyes on my penis, burning holes into my testicles, digging into my skin. I held my pose without making any moves that would alarm her.
First, I pictured myself through her eyes and imagined what she was seeing. Then I pictured what she was thinking and my balls moved again. What the hell could she be thinking? What do women normally think when they see an erect, hard, horny cock in front of them? I didn’t know. All I knew was that she was breathing heavy. That usually means she is, well, a woman is, excited. My mother being a woman, she must be excited by the sight of my dick. My mother, excited by my dick. My mother, excited by me. My mother, dare I say, horny over me. The thought went from my brain to my spine to my balls to my penis. My muscles tightened so much that they squeezed the liquid out of my cock by force, erupting it into the air almost a few inches high. She gasped, loudly, as the fluid left my dick and flew somewhat into the air before coming back down and plopping right in the middle of my scrotum. Some even splashed to the sides and onto my thighs. There was an involuntary twitch of my legs as I heard the door being pulled shut quickly and footsteps running away from my room.