Mom was still fussing at me as she tilted her head back to gather up her hair and wring it dry. That only thrust out her enormous tits even more. I was now at full attention and didn’t know what to fucking do. We were just playing around, right? This isn’t serious, right? Is it? Fuck!
Mom kept up her funny tirade. “Little rat-bastard! It’s on now! You can count on that! Wait until I tell your father–” She stopped mid-sentence as she happened to look down and saw my raging hard-on.
“Tell dad… what? Tell him what, Mom? I’m thinking maybe we don’t tell him this…”
Mom suddenly realized her wet nipples were drilling through her shirt. She crossed her arms, trying to cover them up. That was funny, because her boobs are too big for that and she just said “Oh! You!” and began to walk off.
I patted her butt as she walked past.
“Hey!” she cried, still walking away. “None of that, now! And no masturbating, either!”
“No fibbing!” I called to her. She flipped me off.
Well, I thought. That was kind of a fun afternoon.
( . Y . )
I got out of the shower. Yes, it was mostly a cold one. I had to get this thing back down. No masturbating, that was the bet. And I sure didn’t want to lose! Ok, truth be told, I’m sure that I had masturbated to Mom at some point in my life. But… shit… it wasn’t all the time, hardly ever. I just didn’t think of her that way. Until today. Or maybe, yesterday. But definitely right now. I gotta fucking clear my head.
“Honey?” Mom called from the hallway. “There’s a sandwich downstairs. I’m going to clean up and do some shopping for some shit. You can go do whatever, but I was thinking we could go out somewhere tonight. Maybe, Fleming’s?” That was a high-end steakhouse. The kind where a potato is twelve dollars.
“Yeah! Sure! Sounds good!” I dried my crotch but kept moving. Fuck! I didn’t know it was this hard not to touch myself!
In my room, I heard the shower go on. Mom’s naked in the shower. Now this, I thought, this is the moment of truth. Are we kidding around or are we playing with fire? This will tell. If I go in there, we’ll find out.
I walked down the hall to her bedroom.
Put my hand on the knob.
No, I can’t do this.
I’m a fucking pussy.
Then I began to twist the knob.
Locked.
Fucking bitch! I thought to myself. She knew… she knew I would try. Which means… what? No? Never? Not now? Go jerk off? Oh Mom… you’re a sneaky one.
Well, I certainly never got a hard on playing X-box, so I went and did that. With my sandwich, of course. You can’t play Xbox and not eat.
( . Y . )
Got a text from Mom later in the afternoon.
-Bought something for tonight! Let’s be ready to leave around 6:30. Dinner reservations are at 7. Dress kind of nice. Love, Mom.
Mom doesn’t know that you don’t have spell out every word in a text. Or she doesn’t believe in it.
I replied.
-Yep luv u 2
She came home an hour or so later. Poked her head into the study, said ‘Hi’, and locked herself in her room again. Whatever.
At 6:15, I put on my nice black pants and a black silk shirt, it’s got some white little paisley action going on over one shoulder. Mom bought it for me at Christmas and I hadn’t worn it yet.