The range of emotions I had experienced since that first encounter with Shannon was broad and extensive. And now they were ten times stronger with Mom! It was a good thing I was young and had a healthy heart or I surely would have died or had a nervous breakdown. I was so excited waiting to massage Mom the next day, only to be disappointed...
Mom went out after lunch and was gone most of the day. I ate supper alone, then when 9pm rolled around, I started to wonder where she was and if she had forgotten she had asked me to give her a massage. Then she texted me:
...Hi Chris, sorry I know we were going to hang out tonight but I'm going to have to take a rain check on that massage. Diane is having a rough go right now. I'm going to hang out at her house and have some wine with her tonight so won't be home until midnight probably...
My heart sank. Diane was a friend of Mom's and her husband had recently left her so I certainly wasn't angry, just very sad and disappointed. I didn't want the moment to end and worried that even though Mom said she'd take a rain check, that too much time would pass and it just wouldn't happen.
I texted her back, telling her it was no problem, and asked her if she needed me to pick her up. She said she had walked to Diane's and would be fine walking back (Diane only lived two blocks away).
I was so disheartened that I wasn't even in the mood to jerk off. I watched a movie downstairs, then around 11:30 I headed to my room and played some Warcraft on my computer. Just after 12:30, I heard the front door open and Mom come in. I moved to my door and listened, waiting for her to come upstairs, but after a good ten minutes she still hadn't come up. Maybe she was getting a snack? I cracked my door open and moved to the top of the stairs but couldn't hear a sound down below. Maybe she was in the bathroom. Oh well, she was home safe anyway.
I went back into my room but left my door open so she could see I was still awake when she did come upstairs. I went back to my game and next thing I knew, it was almost 1:35 and she had still not come upstairs. I decided I'd better go check on her just to be sure she was OK (and to make sure I hadn't just been hearing things when I thought she'd come home!).
I threw a t-shirt on as I had just been wearing my boxers, and went downstairs. I saw her boots in the foyer and her coat hanging on the rack by the door. The kitchen light was on, and her keys and purse were on the table, but she wasn't there. I went into the kitchen to see if maybe she was in the bathroom down the hall, but looking into the living room, I could see that she was lying on the couch.
"Mom? Are you OK?" I asked. I moved quietly into the living room and saw that she was asleep. I could smell wine so figured she had been a little tipsy so decided to just crash here. I felt a brief moment of relief, glad that she was home safe. That brief moment was quickly replaced however by a very exciting, perverted thought... my mom was asleep and tipsy, if not drunk. My heart started pounding and my cock hardened in my boxers making an immediate tent in the material.
"Mom?" I said, so softly that she probably wouldn't have heard me had she been awake.
"Mom, are you awake?" I said louder this time. She didn't stir. I very lightly placed my hand on her shoulder and ever so slightly shook it. "Mom?"
She was sound asleep.
I looked down at her lying there. she was wearing blue jeans and was barefoot; her socks in crumpled balls on the floor beside the couch. She had a silky sort of white shirt on with buttons down the front, and a thin black button up sweater over that. Only the bottom two buttons were done up on the sweater. The top three on her shirt were undone. The sweater was falling open and I stared at the shape of her huge boobs under the shirt. I started to rub my cock over my boxers as I looked at her.
"Mom?" I ventured one more time. Apart from her chest moving slightly from her breathing she didn't stir. The only sound was the faint murmur of her breath. The house seemed so quiet that every slight creak of the floor underneath the rug when I shifted my weight sounded like an earthquake!
I unbuttoned the fly of my boxers and pulled my rock hard cock out. I moved over a little so my cock was almost directly over her face. I bent my knees a little and leaned over her, supporting myself on the back of the couch as I leaned toward her. My cock was only inches from her face as I slowly stroked it. God this was hot! It took me a couple minutes to build up the courage, but I finally leaned over far enough that I very, very lightly brushed my cock head against her lips... holy fuck that felt amazing!
I lightly rubbed my cock against my mom's lips until I noticed some precum start to leak out! I pulled back quickly but could see some of the wetness from the tip of my cock still on her lips. That turned me on even more.
I stood back up and started stroking a little harder again. God I was going to cum very soon! I slowed my stroking a little so I could reach done to the buttons on her shirt. I tried to undo the top one that was still buttoned but I just couldn't get at it enough; I was shaking too much and was so worried she'd wake up.
Instead I just placed my hand very, very lightly over her breast and felt it. God damn they were so huge!
I pulled back and stroked my cock right in front of her face again. I held my free hand out and started to cum into it, shooting huge gobs of jizz into my palm, trying not to moan out loud. My orgasm finally stopped and my legs were so weak I thought I was going to fall over. I somehow managed to quietly sneak away and made my way upstairs where I washed my hand off.
Holy fuck that was hot! Of course if I knew Mom was going to still honor that massage rain check the very next day, there's no way I would have taken that chance and jerked off to her like that! But of course, in my mind the massage wasn't going to happen. I guess I got lucky that I didn't get caught, and I was soon to get even luckier!
When I woke in the morning and went downstairs for some breakfast, I saw that mom had gone up to her room at some point during the night. Her bedroom door was closed when I went to shower. It was open when I was heading back to my room and mom came out.
"Good morning," she said, sounding very sleepy.
"Morning," I returned. "How are you feeling?"
She smiled at that.