These thoughts distracted me for a few seconds, but then the sensation overwhelmed me. Before it was too late, I quickly did what I’d seen guys do in the pornos: pulled my dick out and started jerking it moments before I came. Mom fell back flat on the couch as I shot it all over her. Jerking my slippery shaft furiously, three thick streams of the white stuff shot out of me and landed on her belly. My head was spinning.
The next thing I remember was sitting on the couch, breathing heavily. My hands were sticky and drops of man juice were still dripping from my limp cock. I looked over at mom. She lay still on her back with her eyes closed, gently stroking her belly and smearing the remains of my cum onto her skin. I just sat there, looking at her until she stopped moving. Seemed like she was falling asleep.
Eventually, rational thought returned to me and I started to process what had just happened. Just like last time, the fear of being discovered became the most important thing on my mind. I started pacing the floor almost in shock, repeating the same phrase over and over:
“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God…”
I needed to clean this up. Had to do whatever I could to avoid mom noticing anything. I hoped she wouldn’t remember anything, like last time, but I realized that if she woke up tomorrow and noticed that she was naked and had cum all over her body, she would probably be able to put two and two together.
I walked to the kitchen to fetch some paper towels. Then it occurred to me that those could be discovered too, when mom emptied the trash. It would be better to use cloth towels and wash them before going to bed. I spent the next ten minutes using damp cloths to wipe everything down. Every surface in the area; floor, couch, table, mom… I was extra careful when moving around her, but I did eventually manage to wipe her hands, belly and genital area as clean as possible.
When I had finished cleaning, I put mom’s panties and party dress back on her. It wasn’t too difficult, as she was both drunk and partially asleep. Once she was dressed, I lay her back on the couch and put a pillow under her head before tucking her in under a blanket. Hopefully, she would wake up later, not remembering a thing and thinking that she had collapsed as soon as she got home.
Before going upstairs, I put the towels in the washing machine along with some other stuff and started it up. Then I headed to the bathroom upstairs to clean myself off as well. I took my time in the shower, letting the warm water wash away any trace of my having had sex moments before. As I went to bed, the physical and mental exhaustion from the evening’s events overpowered the nervousness I was feeling, and I quickly sank into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Part 2
For some reason, I didn’t think about the events of the night before when I woke up. I just stumbled out of bed, washed my face and put on some clothes. Then I drowsily went downstairs and chucked a frozen pizza pie in the oven for a simple Saturday morning breakfast. I dropped down in a chair in front of the TV while waiting for it to cook.