I smiled as I realized what had just happened. I grinned as I realized what potential there was in that scenario. Then I grimaced as I realized that my balls were painfully full and I had to masturbate myself to get some relief. Which I did—with pleasure. When I came, my sperm shot high into the air and fell back onto my stomach. I then rubbed it thoroughly onto myself before going to shower.
My mother was clearly disturbed during the days that followed. I clearly saw her looking at my crotch more than once. She was clearly flustered in my presence. I figured she must be thinking that I knew about her watching me. I mean, I did know that she had watched me, but this time it was not just a secret in her mind. This time, so she must have thought, it was in the open. She had been caught red-handed and I was only being a good sport not bringing up the issue.
I liked this situation. I even smirked once or twice as I caught her stealing a glimpse at my bulge. Yes, there was a bulge, as the whole thing was keeping me aroused constantly. I was hard most of the time I was in her presence and I made it possible for her to see my erection through my clothes whether she wanted to or not.
Next Saturday was going to be interesting, I thought throughout the week.
And it was. You see, she didn’t show. I waited and waited and waited. I held my pose for hours on end, and in the end she didn’t come. Man, was I disappointed! I was angry actually, for some reason. How could she not come? Once I regained my composure I realized that she had been caught—at least in her mind although technically I really didn’t catch her doing anything—and she was probably too embarrassed to continue peeking in on me. Still I felt a bit frustrated. I had wasted so much energy.
My disappointment stayed with me throughout the week, so much so that I gave up on her ever coming back. I felt hurt with that thought. I somehow wanted the game to continue, to what end, I don’t know, but continue I wanted it to.
I didn’t wait for her the next Saturday. I was in my usual mode, but I was awake with eyes wide open. I had my legs spread and my arms folded under my head. My penis erect as a missile and pointing straight to the heavens. I wasn’t even listening to her footsteps or anything, you see, I figured she wasn’t coming.
That’s why when I heard the door creak as she quietly tried to open it and peek in, I just looked straight at her, without being in any particular pose or anything. She was startled as she found me staring at her with a frown on my forehead. Her eyes jumped from my crotch to my face to my crotch. She was caught, really caught, this time and she didn’t know what to do. I knew she probably wanted to flee but that would have made her guilty of something, whatever it was. On the other hand, she couldn’t stay without giving me a reason for coming in on me like that. I enjoyed her perplexity. She was like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car; didn’t know if she should run one way or the other, so she stood there frozen.