I honestly thought I was alone in the house. It was a warm summer day and I'd come home early from work and taken a shower straight away, and then afterwards lay naked on my bed, relaxing and idly flicking through one of my mags. And of course I got an erection which I duly toyed with, pulling my foreskin down to expose the pink glans. I was proud of my penis, a good six inches of smooth, pink meat, and I liked masturbating, especially lying clean and naked on my bed. After I was sufficiently hard I dropped the magazine, closed my eyes and let my fantasies wander. No need to hurry; I was going to enjoy it.
I had no idea where the rest of my family was. Father was probably still at work, sister at school and mother shopping. I left my room door ajar to hear if any of them came home, but I felt safe so I carried on playing with myself. Little did I know!
I was almost on the vinegar strokes when I heard the sound of a door opening across the landing. It took several seconds before it really registered, or before I could do anything about it. My door suddenly opened wide and there stood my mother in her dressing gown, looking down at me with wide eyes.
'David!' she gasped.
Too late. I had reached the point of no return. Right there in front of my shocked mother I ejaculated three or four times, my sperm shooting several centimetres into the air before it splashed onto my chest and stomach. The very experience of being watched added to the force of the orgasm.
'Mum,' I managed to gasp, trying to vainly to hide my shrinking penis with my hands. 'I didn't know you were in.'
'I'll bet you didn't,' she smiled. 'I was asleep on my bed. My, what a surprise to wake up to. You're certainly not a little boy any more. But there's no need to hide your penis from me, is there? It's obviously not the first time I've seen it although I had no idea that it had grown so much. Quite the young man aren't we. But we need to get you cleaned up.'
Mum came over to me on the bed, smiling down at me, and I wished the ground would open. I was amazed at how she was taking it - so matter of fact. She sat down on the edge, reached over for the box of tissues, and started to wipe the semen off my front. I kept my shrinking penis covered with my hands. 'Come on, mind your hands,' she said, pushing them out of the way and causing me to expose my now shrunken penis to her. She took hold of my penis, held it up, and wiped the eye and around my glans with some tissue, removing the come that remained.
'Mum, this is embarrassing,' I said.
'Embarrassed? Oh, everybody masturbates darling, so there's nothing to feel embarrassed about. And you're not going to deny your mum a little fun are you? she said, continuing to wipe gently with the tissues. 'My, you certainly came a lot, didn't you. Is that normal, that amount?'
'I guess so.'
'Goodness,' she said, and then looking directly at my penis she continued. 'It's a bit smaller now, isn't it, and cleaner?' she giggled. As she held it upright in her left hand she allowed the fingers of her right hand to wander down over my balls and cup them gently. 'And they're so much larger than the last time I saw them, although after that last deposit they're probably empty now.'
God, she was making fun of me. I was getting quite embarrassed at this treatment. 'What . . .?'
'Your testicles, of course, silly, or do you call them your balls?' I couldn't answer her. Her middle finger stroked the sensitive skin behind my scrotum and it had the expected effect. 'Do you masturbate very often?' she asked straight out. 'Or do you call it wanking? Oh look, I do believe it's getting hard again.'
She wasn't kidding. There was nothing I could do about it. I was getting another hard on and it was my mother who was causing it. This was unbelievable. She was smiling like a cat that had found the cream.
'I can't help it when you do that to me,' I explained.
'That's the great thing with young men, they can get hard again pretty quickly.' She tickled me again and gently squeezed my balls. 'Shall we see how big we can make it?'
'But Mum . . .' I protested.
'No buts.' she said. 'Look how it's grown already.'
I looked down at my penis as it swelled, and must admit that I was quite proud of it, even with my mother holding it. Also I was losing that awful feeling of embarrassment. I was starting to enjoy this. I mean, it couldn't get more intimate than having your own mother witness the very act of ejaculation. She continued running her finger nails up and down my shaft, gently pulling my foreskin and then feeling my balls.
'You've certainly got a good erection now darling, this is fun.' She smiled down at me and moved on the bed and then suddenly bobbed her head down and planted a kiss on my glans.
'Mum . . .' I protested. But already my thoughts were racing round my brain at what was happening and what might happen. Here I was naked and being intimately handled by my mother, and she was obviously enjoying it. She was now openly wanking me and I was loving it.
'Is that nice darling?' she asked.
I could do nothing but grunt. As she had moved on the bed her dressing gown had fallen open and I could see her cleavage as her breasts were constrained by a white lace bra. Without asking, I simply reached out and slid my fingers into her cleavage, feeling the firm curve of her breasts. She raised no objection as her hand movements gained speed.
'Mum you're going to make me come again.'
'Come on then darling, come again, let me do it for you. I want to watch you come.' She said excitedly as she expertly pumped away.
My fingers found one of her nipples. It was hard and erect. She herself was squirming on the bed, squeezing her thighs together as she handled me. It was all too much. Her own excitement took me over the top and my balls tightened. I gasped as I came in several high spurts, my sperm hitting me on the chin as she trembled beside me and her breathing became hoarse. As I came down from my plateau, I realised that she had orgasmed as well, although it was all so new to me as the mysteries of the female orgasm were yet to be fully experienced. I was still a virgin.
My mother relinquished her grip on my penis and lay beside me on the bed, eyes closed, her breathing getting easier as she recovered from her own climax.
'Wow Mum, that was really something,' I ventured. 'Did you come as well?'
'Mmm . . .'
She was obviously still enjoying it so I reached over for the tissues and cleaned my come off me. Cleaned up for the second time I lay back again and took the time to survey the woman beside me. What we had done had not quite hit me, and I had never really looked at my mother as a sex object although I realised that she had all the womanly attributes. But only a few seconds ago my fingers had touched an erect nipple on a firm breast. My mother's nipple and my mother's breast. Somewhere at the back of my mind the word incest kept cropping up but mentally I dismissed it. Here was my mother, an attractive woman, slim, dark haired, medium build, who had such intimate knowledge of me, that I wanted to know more about her. She could hardly object after what had just happened.
I reached over and pulled at the belt holding her dressing gown together.
'What are you doing darling?' she murmured.
'Just undoing your belt, Mum.'
As it came undone I pulled the gown open to reveal her firm body dressed in white lace bra and matching knickers. I allowed my hand to run over both her breasts and then down over her stomach until it reached her panties.
'I don't think you ought to go any further darling,' she said, her eyes opening.
'Fair's fair, Mum.'
