At first my fantasies shifted indiscriminately between a few different scenes; having sex with a girl from one of my classes, two naked girls making out, and a more convoluted scenario involving one of my teachers from school. My teacher fantasy soon took over as the dominant one in my head, which worked for me. I had a mild crush on her, and she was one of my favourites to jerk off to.
In my mind, I soon got my teacher into bed. However, it was a little weird to discover that I imagined her in a nightie much like Mom’s. I tried to ignore the inadvertent similarity and press on. Unfortunately, it soon became apparent to me that it wasn’t just the nightie that I had copied. My teacher’s cleavage and legs were also far too reminiscent of my mother’s for my liking.
I let go of my cock and sighed in disgust. Just because Mom was the most recent female I’d seen in some form of undress didn’t mean she had to take over my fantasies. There was no excuse for thinking about her like that. I must have been in worse shape than I thought. Maybe I needed to give up on the girl I’d been pining for and get myself a date with someone else by any means necessary. Apparently I was getting desperate enough that even a girl I had no interest in was better than nothing.
I rolled over and tried for the second time to get to sleep. It was an even more futile attempt than the last. I was even hornier now, as well as suffering from some disturbing internal conflict. I needed to somehow calm my mind, and I had very few viable options for doing so.
Mom and I had a laptop that we shared. I hated looking at porn on it because I was always terrified that she’d find out. She knew just enough about computers to make it risky. I felt that in this case it might be worth taking the chance. As long as I was thorough about covering my tracks afterward, there should be no trace of my browsing for her to find later.
Hopefully.
I rolled out of bed and crept out to the hallway. I felt an unpleasant mixture of guilt, nervousness, and horniness. My sex drive seemed to have a way of overriding my other emotions, regardless of what they were. One of these days it was going to get me in some serious trouble.
Searching for the laptop in the dark turned out to be more difficult than I expected. There were only so many places it could be, and I checked around the couch first since that was the most likely area for it to have been used last. I couldn’t see very well and I was slowed down even further by trying not to make any noise, but even then it was still taking a long time.
After a while I began to wonder if Mom might have taken the laptop into her room at some point. I tended to make more of a point of keeping it out of my room than she did, if only to try and avoid suspicions that I was looking up porn on it. She probably didn’t have the same guilty conscience to deal with that I did.
Mom’s door was still partly open, just as I’d left it earlier. She probably hadn’t moved much since then, and with any luck would be fast asleep. I felt even more nervous than before as I snuck into her room as quietly as I could. If I got caught taking the laptop at that time of night, she’d have to arrive at the correct conclusion. I couldn’t see any other plausible explanation for what I was up to.