Chapter 2

Stretched out on a cool sheet, fingers idly stroking his erection, Brian toyed with the idea of pulling up some porn on his computer. Though his mother had installed parental controls when he was ten, developing skills with coding and a little hacking helped him get around those restrictions by the time he was eleven. Somehow though, fake porn couplings just didn’t get him aroused like they had the previous year. Instead, he kept visualizing his mother, her soapy breasts, and the way she let him get her nipples hard as little stones. Instead of picturing a staged video, or cute girls at school, he kept visualizing his mother, imagining his fingers tugging away the washcloth that always covered her pussy. That got his juices flowing. He was laying there naked, his continuing hope that his mother might look in and find him jerking off. That too added to his excitement.

Just imagining the bathroom scene was enough to get his erection pulsing. He slid his foreskin back and forth, smearing the first trickles of precum around his glans. He brought the sticky tip to his navel, smearing precum all around the indentation, tucking the head in, absently pretending it was the opening to his mother’s vagina. That made his scrotum tighten and his fist pumped a little faster, a building pressure surging into his groin.

He was coming to a peak, left hand cupping his balls, his right starting to pound faster when he heard a muffled cry. Unable to stop, he came, squirting thick ropes of cum all over his bare chest and belly.

There was another cry, then a fading sound from his mother’s bedroom across from his. He lay very still, sticky blobs of cum cooling on his flesh as he listened, wondering if his mother was in distress. There were no more sounds.

Instead of plucking tissues from the box on his bedside table, Brian simply scooped up each blob, slurping cum into his mouth. The taste was bland, almost like flour paste with a little salt. Sometimes, he entertained the idea that he might be recycling testosterone, or at least adding to his protein intake.

When most of his cum had been swallowed, he plucked out tissues, wiping up traces of remaining semen.

Still thinking about the cry and other sounds from his mother’s bedroom, he got up, not bothering to pull on briefs or jogging pants. He slipped quietly from his room, taking in all the usual sounds of their home. Light shone under the door to his mother’s bedroom. He quietly opened the door, glancing inside and froze. A bedside reading lamp was still on, his mother gloriously illuminated and asleep. Her covers were pushed down, a sheer red nightie top bunched up under her shapely breasts. A novel lay open on the bed at her side. The pointed, dark pink nipples that so often fascinated him were clearly defined by clinging silk. That sight was the first to catch his attention. Next was the fact that his mother was fast asleep, her chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm. Last, he saw that most of his mother’s right hand was inside a pair of red cotton panties. Far from shocked, he knew what she had been doing. Regardless of impropriety, he stared, taking in every detail of the unexpected scene.

‘God, mom was jerking off!’ he thought, sensing an immediate response tightening his scrotum. ‘No wonder I heard that cry! She must have given herself an orgasm. Now, she’s gonzo with fingers in her pussy.’

It was no surprise where she had her fingers. Quite often after jacking off, he would fall asleep holding a flaccid cock.

Before his thirteenth birthday, he had discovered the ability to ejaculate. From then on, masturbating had become an addiction. Along with that pleasure, a deep love for his mother kept playing a big part in his sexual fantasies. Now, it seemed as though one was being presented for real. A pleasant reaction stirred in balls, prick and groin. His limp tool started responding.