“You ok in there?”
Sitting up quickly I answered “Yeah… just enjoying the hot water.”
“Ok… I made you supper so get out soon before it gets cold.”
“Ok Mom, and thanks.”
Drying myself off, I put on a pair of pj’s and headed down stairs to eat. Mom was in the other room watching her television show. From where I sat, I could clearly see her sitting with her legs tucked under her ass wearing a long red robe. The bottom of her robe had parted slightly, and Mom’s smooth milky legs were exposed up to her knee. I stared at the spot where the robe still hid flesh and found myself wanting to see higher. I wondered what was tucked under that robe.
Was it a baby doll like Bethany’s? Was mom braless underneath?
All these strange questions and ideas kept popping into my brain. As I continued thinking, my dick once again became stiff. Only this time it was more pronounced since I hadn’t put any underwear on under my pajamas.
I shifted my eyes down to my plate quickly when I saw Mom looking in my direction.
“Are you finished eating?” Mom yelled from her seat.
“Almost Mom.” I said glancing up at her.
Mom was still looking at me, her eyes not focused on my face, but lower. I felt my face blushing knowing I couldn’t hide the stiff protrusion poking up in my pj’s, and waited for Mom to question me about it. Surprisingly, nothing was said and Mom finally turned her head back to the television. I took that opportunity to finish my plate as fast as I could and made a dash for the stairs. Yelling goodnight as I departed.
That night my mind raced with thoughts and visions of Beth and Mom. Remembering how my cock felt as I fucked Bethany, and realizing it wouldn’t ever happen again, then to wondering why Mom hadn’t said anything and had just kept her eyes fixed on my groin.
I was in total turmoil and knew I had to do something to shake these thoughts. So I focused on one and replayed how Mom looked when she saw my stiff pecker. My mind then went off on its own tangent. Before long, I was picturing Mom still looking at my cock, then standing up and walking toward me. As she did, she opened her robe and dropped it to the floor exposing her naked body to me. My hand clutched at my stiff wood as I admired Mom’s nakedness.
My wicked thoughts went on, and I stroked harder as I pictured mom kneeling down and freeing my cock. My palm became slick with precum as I imagined Mom opening her mouth and taking me slowly down her sweet throat.
Faster and quicker I jerked as my breath and heartbeat raced to the wicked image of my mother sucking me off. Then I felt my cum right at the tip and knew I couldn’t hold back anymore.
I gave in and exploded gasping, “Oh fuck Mom!”
I wasn’t even finished squirting when I heard the floor creak outside my door and saw a shadow under the door pass by.
Oh fuck! Had she heard me? I thought and fell asleep wondering.
The next day at breakfast I waited to see if Mom would bring up last night. However, either she hadn’t heard or wasn’t letting on she did. Everything seemed fine. She even suggested we could take in a movie later in the day to help get my mind off my troubles. I agreed that would be a good idea, but in reality, it didn’t help. My mind was just too troubled to enjoy the flick, and I spent most of the time thinking back to Bethany and how she made me feel.