I was supposed to be working on a research paper for college on my new computer my parents bought me but instead I was tossing off to two hot blonds playing with each other's fake tits. I thought I had locked the door to my room but I guess I was wrong. Just at the point of no return I heard the door open. I couldn't stop it, having built up this climax for over an hour watching porn and pleasuring myself nice and slow. I expected a huge load, which usually happens after playing for so long and now, in walks my mother without even knocking.
Even I underestimated the power and there was nothing I could do to stop my mother from seeing it. The first burst flew from my cock and splattered all over my new monitor and left a trail of cum across the keyboard. I was horrified but nothing could stop my contractions as several more long spurts sprayed from my cock and hit my hand that I was trying to cover my exposed hardon with, while clicking closed the porn with my mouse.
"David Gregory! What are you doing!" my mother yelled.
I couldn't respond for two reasons, shock and pleasure. The climax was incredible, making my toes curl and me trying to hide practically a bucket of spunk was laughable.
"Umm... oh... shi... oh, geez," I stammered trying unsuccessfully to wipe my monitor off with a sock.
"Good heavens look at this mess. I've never seen so... so much... good heavens," my mother stammered standing next to my desk and staring at the plentiful amount of gooey semen everywhere.
I looked over at her embarrassed and she was now staring at my uncovered cock because I was worried about cleaning up instead of covering up.
"Oh my... you've grown up so much..." she said, trying to look away but not really.
"Mom! Please leave! And knock next time!" I hollered at her.
She tore her eyes from my package and looked at my face, "We need to talk about this, mister... after you clean this mess up!"
She left the room, closing my door. I dropped into my chair and shook my head. Nothing like getting busted by your mother tossing off, and the way she reacted and looked at me was weird. I pulled up my pants over my shrinking dick and tried to clean up the mess I had made. I was going to need more than a sock. Leaving my room quietly, I snuck out to the bathroom but the door was closed partially and the light was on. From the view I had I could see my mother in the mirror. She was leaning against the counter with both hands down her pants grinding away. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
Had her catching me caused her to want to do this? What was she doing that for and with the door not locked. It kind of freaked me out actually making my cock move so soon after my climax. I didn't watch for very long before going back to my room. I thought about going back and catching her in the act so we would be even but that would only cause more problems for me. I needed to find my own place to live being in college and everything but the rent was zero, meals were free and my house was really close to the college so it was perfect. But now this has happened I might just need to move out.
Why was Mom masturbating anyway? She had Dad; doesn't he take care of her? The thought made me a little sick. Thinking about parents doing it was just gross, even if Mom was very attractive. I think I had more friends wanting to come to my house from my mother than to see me. I was always known for being the kid with the hot mother. But she was just my mom to me, though watching her play with herself was quite stimulating and was probably why I left so quickly. I shouldn't be turned on by my mom even if she was playing with herself.
On the way to my room I stopped at the linen closet and grabbed a hand towel for the mess. I swear I heard my mother cry out before I entered my room. I think she had cum. I couldn't believe what was happening to me, my cock was going nuts thinking about what my mother was doing and I was hard again before I closed my door. Even after I cleaned up the semen from my computer desk I was still hard and throbbing, not being able to stop thinking about my mother in the bathroom. Her grinding on her hands and her large breasts pushed out toward the mirror with her eyes closed. The image came back to me again and again the look of pleasure on her face, her arms shaking with the strain as she grinded down on her sex. Fuck, I needed to settle down somehow.
The knock on my door made me jump in shock as I was lost in my memory of the bathroom.
I pulled my shirt over my hardon as best I could and told whoever it was to come in.
"Are you decent?" my mother asked.
"Yes, Mom, come in."
She opened the door and her face looked flushed, which made me grin a little. She looked at the hand towel and I could have sworn she took a deep breath through her nose as she did. She came further in and sat on my bed.
"You're father and I didn't buy that computer for you to masturbate to porn. We bought it so you could do well in college."
"I know, I just had..."
"An urge? Yes, I'm sure a young man your age has those often. You're at your sexual height and I don't blame you for it. I should have knocked and I'm sorry."
"So you're not mad?"
"No, David I'm not mad," she said looking at the towel again.
My eyes glanced down at her body and to my amazement I saw her nipples erect and pressing out. I knew for sure then that her catching me and looking at the towel of semen was causing a major reaction in my mother.
"Are you alright, Mom?" I asked, seeing her face redden again as well.
"Fine, dear... it's just..." she stopped suddenly.
"What?"
"I really shouldn't be talking about this with you.... But it's your father he... well he hasn't wanted..." she stopped again.
"Dad's not wanting to have sex? Is that it?"
Her eyes flew to mine like I had said something horrible before relaxing again.
"Don't you dare tell him I said anything, he's quite a bit older than me, as you know and well, he's just not what he used to be."
"Oh, okay... um bummer." I said not knowing exactly what to say.
