Chapter 7

There's often talk about the awkward moments that occur "the morning after." Well, my mother and I had such a moment - two or three, in truth -- the morning after she watched me openly masturbate (with her encouragement) in front of her for the first time.

I was still on break between semesters and Mom had taken some time off from her part-time receptionist job. Since she only worked about twenty hours a week and knew the doctor well, she could come and go as she pleased, if she gave the office enough notice. Since the Christmas holidays were upon us, she had requested the month off.

Carla came over the next day and I revealed all to her. She was in a frenzy of lust and we made wonderful, passionate love for most of the afternoon. Then Carla broke the news. Her parents had decided to travel out of state to her grandparents' house for the holidays. It would only be for a couple of weeks, but we'd been virtually inseparable during our spare time during the past few months and we both felt a touch of withdrawal syndrome setting in prematurely.

"I want you to promise me something, before I go," Carla said that afternoon.

"What's that?"

"I want you to keep doing what you did in front of your mom," she said. "Don't stop it. She's opened doors. Take advantage of them."

"But why?" I asked, "You make me happy."

"I know, but knowing that you're doing what you're doing makes ME happy."

I stared at her in the soft violet light of late winter afternoon. "You're a mystery!" Carla, "I've always considered myself an oversexed Dare Devil in the sexual arena, but you, take the crown."

She giggled and thanked me, then slithered her still moist body atop me, cupped me below and stroked me to hardness, then impaled herself on my erection. That last screw before Carla took off was as sweet as any we'd shared and far more tender, with her on top, grinding her hips into ME for a change. I cupped her generous asscheeks in my hands and squeezed them as her pussy walls squeezed me from within and her fingers fluttered over her clit and we came together, for the second during our session.

Believe it or not, for the first week of Carla's two-week absence, nothing -- and I mean nothing -- remotely erotic occurred. My sister became a semi-permanent fixture in the house (she was on public school vacation) and my father, who regularly made three-nights-a-week treks out of town, stayed much closer to home during the holiday break.

Then we got over the Christmas and New Year's hurdle (Carla and I spoke on the phone on Christmas Eve, Christmas Day and had a wonderful mutual masturbation session in the wee hours of New Year's morning). At that point, my sis Lisa grew restless and started spending more and more time at her friends' houses. And on the Tuesday morning of the new week, my father left on a four-day trip that wouldn't put him back home until late Saturday afternoon.

That Tuesday evening, Mom and I had the house to ourselves. Rather than my usual graveyard shift, I was moved to days at the convenience store, to cover for a fulltime vacationing employee.

It was our first night alone in a week and it was the first time I actually dined somewhere other than my bedroom while totally nude. Mom fixed a terrific spaghetti dinner for us. She came to my door and knocked softly and announced that dinner was ready. I was sprawled out on my stomach on the bed, reading a book, stark naked. I asked if she wanted me to dress for dinner, but she said, "Don't be silly," so I didn't.

Afterward, we settled on the couch and watched some television. We debated going out to rent some videos, but both of us were too comfortable and lazy after the great meal. Besides, we were more than halfway through a bottle of Merlot and contemplating pulling the cork on another.

So we channel surfed. Nothing was appealing to me until Mom clicked onto a station hosting a sports magazine's bikini issue documentary. I asked Mom to back it up and she suffered through my watching the babes on the channel.

As I watched, I felt my member start to throb and grow on my thigh, then off of it.

Mom giggled. "I think you miss your girlfriend."

I looked down at myself and grinned. I wasn't completely hard, but I was thick and growing. "I guess it's pretty obvious, right?"

I continued to watch the gals. There were many shots of legs and barely there thongs and such which drove me crazy. I'm an unabashed butt man and several of the lovelies on the tube had the round flesh globes I so love to fondle and massage.