Without waiting for an answer her fingers brushed up against my rock-hard cock and I could hear her sigh. Then, as I continued to explore and absorb the feel of her legs, her hand moved and moulded itself over my cock, slowly embracing it and curling her fingers, as best she could through my jeans, all around my rampant beast. But as her hand gripped and began to move slowly up and down, it was all too much for me. With a grunt and a jerk I simply could not stop myself from ejaculating into my pants.
I pulled away in horror. “Oh my God I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” I said in a panicky voice, watching a dark wet stain slowing growing under her hand at the front of my jeans.
“It’s ok,” she said smiling, but not moving her hand from over my penis. “You’re young and all this must be very exciting for you. Don’t fret yourself.”
Finally she lifted her hand and indicated towards the hall. “Go on,” she said. “Go and sort yourself out.” I got up and made hurriedly for the bathroom. But as I was going I looked back, and saw with surprised mother lift up her hand to her nose and sniff the dampness on her fingers.
In the bathroom I washed myself and then stuffed both my underpants and jeans into the washing basket. I covered myself with a towel and went out. For a moment I wasn’t sure what to do or where to go. My head was spinning and I think I felt more embarrassed than anything else, but I was also thrilled and excited by what had just happened. As I came back into the hall I heard mother call to me.
“Go to bed dear. I’ll pop in and say goodnight in a while.”
I turned and headed back to my room.
IV
Once in my bedroom I got undressed. Mother had indicated she would be coming in later to ‘say goodnight’, and I wondered whether to get naked in my bed or put my pyjamas on. I decided that discretion was the better part of valour and climbed into my pyjamas. I slipped into bed and lay there wondering what, if anything, was going to happen next. I was still awed by the fact my own mother had touched my cock. Ok I hadn’t lasted very long (that’s a bit of an understatement), but the fact is she had actually started to masturbate me. She’d let me feel her stockings and then played with me! I mean what more could a young man ask of his mother? I knew full well, even if nothing more ever happened, that was a very high point in my life (well my sex life anyway).
It was some 30 minutes later that mother came to my room. She knocked at the door (which surprised me), entered and came over to my bed. To my dismay the see-through gown was gone and the old cloth dressing down was back. She sat down on the edge of my bed and looked at me with a strange, rather sad, expression.
“I’ve come to apologise,” she began. “I can’t believe how I took advantage of you. You’re a young man with raging hormones and it’s only natural for you to look at a woman’s underwear, but I allowed your natural interest to stir and awaken my own frustrations. It’s a terrible thing I’ve done and I only hope to God I haven’t damaged you in some way.”