"Eric, honey, where are you? Oh there you are." My mother said walking into the house, "You didn't get started without me, did you?"
"No mom," I said, "Just getting warmed up for you."
I was sitting on the couch, naked, cock in hand.
"That's why you're my good boy." she said smiling, as she shrugged out of her dress, shed her bra and panties off and came over to sit on my cock. "Now let's put that to good use."
Now you may be wondering why my mother was so cavalier about finding me masturbating and then fucking me. It all started about three months ago, but to truly answer that question we need to go further back.
My parents Susan and Ken met during their junior year in college and got married a year after they graduated. Two years later I came along. By that time my father was a file clerk at a nearby office, and my mother was a waitress. Things were good for a while, and then the trouble started.
When I was three, my father started having an affair with one of the women from his office, and he managed to keep things under the radar for a little over a year. But my mother's not stupid. She had her suspicions that something was up. She noticed little changes in the way my father was acting (she never told me specifics, but they were the little things you pick up on when you've been with someone for almost ten years), and after talking to her parents and her friends about her suspicions she hired a private investigator who confirmed them.
According to my mother, my grandparents, and my aunt, the divorce was UGLY. My father first tried to claim that the woman seduced him, she insisted my father instigated their relationship, but it turned out to be mutual. To this day my mother is still not sure what caused my father to forget about his wedding vows, but instead of trying to work out whatever problems he may have had with my mother, he decided that fucking a woman who was nearly ten years younger (my parents were 28 at the time, and my father's mistress was 20) was a better solution. My mother's lawyer was good, very good. After several months (my father's lawyer dragged things out), my mother walked away with a hefty chunk of change, the house, the car and full custody of me. I was five at the time. Again, according to what people have told me, my father and his mistress quit their jobs before they could be fired. Apparently the news of their affair spread through the office and the gossip went all the way up to the president. Everyone was looking sideways at the two of them, and it was disrupting the office. They moved out of town shortly after, and while the alimony and child support money kept coming in, my mother and my father had no further contact.
Because of that I never really knew my father, all I know of him is the few pictures my mother didn't have the heart to throw away. To help look after me, my mother enlisted the help of her sister (my Aunt Sabrina), and her parents for occasional babysitting. But for the most part my mother raised me by herself. She was amazing, she made sure there was a roof over my head, clothes on my back and food in my stomach. She showered me with all the love and attention she could, and always made sure I was happy and healthy. She told me I could always depend on her no matter how old I got, and she would always be there for me if I ever needed her help or advice.
For the next few years, mom and I led a pretty normal life. Mom eventually quit her waitressing job, and used some of the settlement money to go into business with a couple of her friends to open a bakery. When I started college I went to school close to home (the college campus was literally a twenty minute walk away), and mom was glad to have me around for a while longer. Once I graduated and started to try and figure out what I wanted to do with my life, mom let me stay with her until I was ready to go out on my own.
I guess I never described my mother. Imagine an even sexier version of Gates McFadden from "Star Trek: The Next Generation". That's mom, except she has a bigger rack, and in my personal opinion is better looking. She has good genes too, as she barely looked her age. At fifty, she looked at least 10-15 years younger, and took good care of herself with a healthy diet and daily workouts. As I got older, especially into my teens, I started to realize how gorgeous my mother really was, and how much of an idiot my father was to cheat on a woman that looked like her.
As for me, well I'm no Wil Wheaton, but I like to think I'm a good looking guy. The girls did too. They weren't falling over each other to date me, but I never had trouble getting a girlfriend. Between junior high and my last girlfriend (and I'll get to her in a moment) I dated 6 girls in total (I don't count the "girlfriends" I had in elementary school), but only slept with 4. I moved out of mom's house once I got a job and was able to support myself. After only a couple of years, through no fault of my own, I ended up losing my job and was having trouble finding a new one. I was slowly running through my savings until it got to the point where I couldn't afford the rent on my apartment anymore. With no other choice I turned to mom and asked if I could move back home until I could get back on my feet again. Mom welcomed me back with open arms and told me I could stay as long as I needed to.
Not too long after that I met Lauren, and that turned out to be the biggest fucking mistake of my life, she was one of the most toxic people I ever had the displeasure of meeting. Like most relationships it started off pretty good. But things quickly started to go sour. First off she constantly poked fun at me for living with my mother at 25 even after I explained why, and that I was trying to get financially stable again so I could move back out. Then there were her "jokes" at my expense, they started out fairly innocent and light hearted, but got more mean spirited and personal as time went on. I tried to brush it off, because there was a part of me that still liked her. Then there was the big one. I had a group of four friends that I got together with about 2-3 times a month and the five of us would go out, maybe grab a beer or play some pool or go bowling. You know, guys night out. Lauren hated this and had no problem letting me know. She often tried to talk me into spending time with her instead, but if I was already out with the guys, she would either call or text me constantly (until I turned my phone off) or make me feel guilty for spending time with them afterwards. She always talked shit about them, making it abundantly clear that she didn't like them or how much time I spent with them (which was no more than 9 hours a week). On the other hand, whenever she wanted to spend time with her girlfriends, even if we had plans, she would drop everything to go have a girls night out. And she would spend almost twice as much time with them than I spent with the boys.
When I tried to argue the double standard with her, it led to a huge argument where she claimed the only reason I was going out with the guys was so I could cheat on her. I mean, yeah, I checked out beautiful girls when I hung out with the guys, we all did, but as one of my friends put it "I can look at the menu, but I can't order anything." One of my other friends pointed out that if she was so adamant that I was cheating, it meant she probably was. So I turned things around and accused her of cheating on me. She vehemently denied it of course, and again accused me of cheating on her. I never found out if she was cheating or not because we broke up immediately after and I never saw her again. Total time of our relationship, three months. I wonder if she ever really had feelings for me, because in hindsight, I don't think she did. It makes me wonder why we even dated in the first place. I guess I'll never know. There's a small part of me that wonders what's going on in her life now, and then there's the more rational part of me that doesn't care.
That leads to three months ago. About a week after I broke up with Lauren, mom was at work and I was sitting at home watching TV before I realized I was procrastinating and should get back to job hunting. I turned the TV off and headed up to my room, which mom had turned into the guest bedroom after I first moved out, but became mine again when I came back. I fired up my laptop, logged on and was about to go on a job hunt but couldn't concentrate. Like most guys, I had a sudden erection. I knew there was only one solution. I needed to rub one out. Getting rid of my raging erection would help clear my head, and since I currently didn't have a girlfriend to call, the only way to relive that tension was to take matters into my own hands.
I went to my bed, because laying there was more comfortable than trying to jerk off sitting up in my computer chair. I used my phone to get online and went to my favorite porn site. I pulled my rock hard prick out and started stroking it as I watched some of my favorite porn stars going at it. I was so caught up in furiously beating my meat I didn't realize mom had come home. Not until it was too late.
"Eric, are you home honey?" I heard her voice from down the hall, and it snapped me out of my trance. Before I had time to shut off the video or pull my pants up, mom was in my doorway, "Oh, Eric, I'm so sorry!"
After a second mom backed out of my room, closing the door behind her, I was laying there with a ball of ice in my stomach, my dick wilting in my hand and my heart beating a million miles an hour. No guy, no matter how old he is, wants to get caught masturbating by his mother. My will to jack off gone now, I stopped the video, pulled my pants back up, and shut off my phone. I just sat there on the bed embarrassed and unsure of what to do. I eventually went back to my laptop and started job hunting. I didn't think I could face mom after that. A couple hours later there was a soft knock at my door.
"It's okay mom," I said, "You can come in."
Mom poked her head in, "I just wanted to let you know dinner's ready."
I shut down my computer and headed downstairs for dinner. Mom and I sat and ate in an uncomfortable silence.
"So have you found a new job yet?" mom asked, deciding to break the silence.
"Nothing yet," I said, "Put in a few applications but haven't heard anything back yet. I put in a couple more today, so I'll just keep my fingers crossed that something comes up soon."
"You know, you could still come and work at the bakery." Mom said.
