I wake up with a hardon and I’m sitting up in bed looking at porn on my phone and beating off when there’s a knock on my door.

“Are you decent Richard?” I hear Mom call and I have a little panic. I close the video and get precum on the screen, curse, then wipe the phone and my hand on the bedclothes. Then I put my phone aside and try to persuade my erection to go down by silently pleading with it. That works exactly as well as it always does and I pull the covers up and try to arrange them so that the bulge isn’t too obvious.

Then I take several long, calming breaths until I think that the delay since she called is starting to get way too suspicious.

“Come on in,” I say in what I hope is a perfectly innocent tone. She sticks her head around the door.

“I’m doing the laundry. Is it OK if I get your dirty things? Ah, I see you’ve collected it all on the floor for me as usual.” she says, but with a little smile so I know she’s joking. Mostly.

“Sure Mom, help yourself.”

She’s wearing a shortish flowery skirt and, as she moves around the room, bending down and picking up my dirty clothes, I keep getting lovely views of her legs, almost up to her butt. She’s got wonderful legs, firm, slender, and lightly tanned. Even though she’s only tiny it’s all perfectly proportioned. At fifteen and a half I’m already taller than she is and I think she must be five-two at the most, although she’s a little coy about her exact height.

My erection, which had been going down, starts cranking up again. I put a hand under the covers and give it a little rub. It only gradually dawns on me that I’m masturbating over my mother.

I’d never thought of my mom in that way before and it’s quite a surprise. Looking at her again though, and seeing the woman rather than the person who’s always been there for me since as far back as I can remember, I appreciate for the first time how truly beautiful she is.

As she bends down the skirt clings to the cheeks of her bottom and I can see them moving under the material, looking wonderful. I stroke my dick a little harder, feeling a little guilty but mostly I’m just very, very aroused.

Then she starts to turn towards me so I whip my hand out and try hard not to look guilty. She looks at my face and then down at my groin and I realize that, in my haste to remove my hand, I’ve left my cock standing straight up and the covers are forming a tent over it.

I wait for Mom to get cross with me, or worse be disappointed in me, but she just stands there, looking at it. Strangely, having her stare at it like that turns me on even more and that makes it twitch. That seems to jolt Mom out of her reverie and her head turns away but her eyes stay glued to my groin.

“Right..., “ she says, and then pauses for several seconds. “ ... I’d better get on...” She looks down at the clothes in her arms as if seeing them for the first time, then back at the lump my dick is making. “Sorry to disturb you,” she says vaguely, but she’s talking to my cock.

I’d been caught talking to a girl’s boobs before now so I’m pretty sure I know what’s going on - she’s turned on! She can see that I’ve got a hard-on and maybe she’s imagining what it would look like if the covers weren’t there. I’m briefly tempted to say what’s been said to me under the same circumstances, namely, “Hey, I’m up here, you know!” but I actually love having her eyes on me.

When she leaves I push the covers down and carry on where I left off, only this time I don’t need the porn: I can just remember the way her ass moved under that skirt and her lovely shapely legs. As I imagine what it would be like to run my hands up under her skirt I cum hugely all over my belly.

After I’ve cleaned up I’m a bit shocked by what I’ve done. Then I recall the way her eyes lingered on my erection. Was it really possible that Mom was turned on by it? And did that mean that my reaction to her body was ... normal and I shouldn’t be ashamed of it?

I have to know if she really had been aroused or if she was just shocked. After a while, I come up with a plan.

When I get up and go for my shower I deliberately leave the bathroom door ajar. It takes a few tries but eventually, I arrange it so that I can see the reflection of the door in the bathroom cabinet mirror when I’m in the shower stall. I get in the shower and soap myself up, stroking my dick to keep it nice and hard, and I wait.

I see Mom walk past the door and then she comes back. All I can see is her eye through the crack but I keep lovingly soaping up my body, paying special attention to my erection and my ass cheeks. Then something occurs to me and just the thought that mom might be touching herself, touching her pussy, as she’s watching me is all it takes to set me off and I cum, spraying rope after rope all over the glass wall of the shower.

I turn and look directly at the door just in time to see Mom is only just now moving away. Jesus! It really is true!

Of course, at that age just breathing makes me horny, but knowing that Mom gets turned on by seeing me hard is a massive turn-on. The temptation to tease her some more is just too powerful to resist.

I go back to my room to get dressed and I go through my drawers until I find some old white soccer shorts that I used to wear a couple of years ago. Even then I had to wear briefs under them because you could see my junk so clearly. I try them on and they’re a really snug fit now. I check in the mirror and they leave very little to the imagination. Perfect!

As I go downstairs I’ve already got a little chubby going just at the idea of what I’m going to do. I give it a little rub until it’s nice and firm. Mom’s at the kitchen table and I fix myself some cereal at the counter. Peeking over my shoulder I see that she’s looking at my butt.

I carry the bowl over and eat it standing right next to her so my crotch is right in her eyeline.

“I thought I might mow the lawn later on,” I tell her, just for something to say.

“That’s lovely dear,” she says vaguely. I look down and her eyes are fixed right on my dick. I clench my groin, pumping it up a little more. I smile to myself as her lips rub over each other and she wets them with her tongue as if she wants to kiss it!

“Is that OK?” I ask, curious as to how distracted she is.

“Is what OK?” she replies, without looking up. I know I could probably ask her for fifty dollars to go and buy beer at this point and she’d happily agree, but I decide I’ve teased her enough for the moment.

“Never mind Mom,” I say, and kiss the top of her head.

It’s a warm day and I’ve let the grass get too long so it’s hard work. My T-shirt is clinging to my sweaty body and I take it off. I can see Mom watching me from the kitchen window for a while and then she disappears.

A few minutes later she comes out of the house with a pitcher of juice and some glasses. She puts them on the patio table and sits down. Again as I stand close to her, drinking the iced fruit juice, she can’t take her eyes off me even though it’s all soft by this stage.

I carry on mowing and notice that Mom has turned her chair around and is now blatantly watching me. I love it and start getting hard again. The next thing I see is that Mom has parted her legs a little and I can see the little white triangle of her panties between them. Now I start getting properly aroused and a couple of times I veer off the lawn and into the flower beds. I can see Mom stifling a fit of the giggles when she sees what I’m up to.

Just as I’m tidying up she goes into the house. A few minutes later I look up and I’m sure I see the curtains twitching in her room. I put the mower away, throw the T-shirt over my shoulder, and go indoors. There’s no sign of her anywhere downstairs and when I go up the door to her room is closed.

I put my ear to it but I can’t hear anything. As quietly as I can I ease open the door. The sight that greets me takes my breath away. She’s on her front on the bed, naked from the waist down with her knees spread. I can clearly see her pussy and her asshole! I’ve never seen a real-life pussy and here is Mom’s, looking just awesome even from this distance.

Her back is arched and her bottom is up in the air. Between her legs is a pillow and she’s grinding herself on it with lithe sinuous movements of her whole body. Every now and again she reaches between her legs and I can see her rubbing her fingers over her slit.

It’s a struggle but I manage to push my shorts over my erection and halfway down my thighs without taking my eyes off her for a second. I start to gently stroke around my glans, not wanting to cum too soon. Mom is making soft moaning noises, half muffled by her face in the pillow, and her movements are getting more and more frantic.

As she strives to achieve orgasm her perfect buttocks are clenching and relaxing rhythmically, looking fabulous, and I’m getting closer to my own climax.

The movements of her hand get faster and faster and her butt cheeks start to tremble Then suddenly she goes stiff as a board, thrusting hard at the pillow and burying her face in the one at her head. It’s pretty much the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen and I cover my dick with the shirt as I cum while I drink in the beautiful sight.

I go back to my room on wobbly legs and throw myself down on the bed. As I lie there I go over what I saw and also what I felt: I wanted her! I wanted her so much!

Later that afternoon, I go into the kitchen and Mom has all her jars and tins out of the cupboards on the counter.

“It’s way past time I sorted all these out,” she says by way of explanation.

I sit and watch her as she wipes each item off and then puts it back on a shelf. When it gets to the upper shelves she has to get right up on her toes to reach, and her skirt rides right up giving me a lovely view of her legs.

I sit there getting harder and harder until an idea occurs to me and I can’t help wondering if maybe this was her plan all along.

“Here, let me help you with that,” I suggest and stand right behind her. My dick’s pushing against her gorgeous soft ass cheeks as I take the tin she’s holding. At this point she could easily move aside ... but she doesn’t. As I reach up to put it on the shelf my dick slides along her butt crack and I feel the wonderful curves of her ass pressing against me. I’m in absolute heaven.

I put my hand out for another tin and it’s a few seconds before she registers what I mean. Finally, she hands me another, and slowly the shelf gets filled. To begin with she’s very still but then I feel her pushing her ass against me every time I reach up.

Gradually the pile of stuff gets smaller and smaller, but Mom seems to take longer and longer to wipe them down. I don’t think I’d ever been so hard and the soft cheeks of her bottom feel so incredible that I’m nearly cumming.

Finally, the last item goes onto the shelf. Mom turns around and I take a step back.

“Thanks for your help, Richard,” she says, her voice strangely thick and husky. Then she glances down and immediately lets out a small cry and covers her mouth with her hand.

As I walk from the room I look down and my whole knob is clearly visible through my shorts where my precum has soaked into them. I hurry off to my room to change but not before an urgent appointment with a box of tissues. I can still almost feel her soft cheeks against my dick as I cum.

After dinner, we’re sitting in front of the TV together and Mom is surfing the channels looking for something to watch. Our thighs are pressed together and just the heat of her leg has got me a little turned on. She finds a film, Mr. and Mrs. Smith, that is starting soon.

“Why don’t you get ready for bed and we’ll watch this together?” she suggests. I’m not really all that bothered by the film but the idea of taking some clothes off definitely appeals.

“OK,” I reply and head upstairs.

Normally in bed, I wear a T-shirt and loose shorts but I strip and then just put on my dressing gown, knowing that at the very least I’ll be able to feel her bare leg against mine.

On my way down I pass the bathroom and Mom’s in there. I sit down on the couch and wait for her to come back. When she does, it takes me a few seconds to figure out what’s changed about her. Then I spot it: she’s taken her bra off! She wants to make me get hard again! I can see the shape of her breasts through the blouse and they look fabulous.

She sits next to me and I see her glance at my groin. I’m getting a little chubby on and I can’t stop stealing glances at her lovely boobs. Her nipples have become all erect and if I keep this up my penis is going to pop out and maybe she’ll feel obliged to make me put some more clothes on, and I really don’t want that.

I turn around and lie on my side with my head in her lap. Now my budding erection is way less obvious.

“This is nice, isn’t it?” she says and softly strokes my hair. I hum appreciatively.

My cheekbone is right on the soft, plumpness of her mound and I can feel the heat from it on my face. Knowing her pussy is just inches from my lips is driving me mad and now I’m almost fully erect.