All the characters in this story are 18 or older.
The story is a work of fiction.
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It was the hottest day on record for mid-May when Greg came crashing through the door into his house. He had just finished a tennis match that ran later than it should have by about an hour and was dripping with sweat. He could hear his mother saying something to him as he came in, but couldn't make it out.
"I'm home! Going to take a quick shower" he called out as he raced up the steps. He couldn't wait to rinse off, but also needed a release. He had spent the first half of his school day conjuring up fantasies of how Ms. Edmonds would hold him after class to ask his opinion on what was an acceptable amount of cleavage in school.
He spent the second half of the day staring at Danielle Ryder's butt, of which little was left to the imagination through the combination her taut leggings and her gymnast body. Just the slight recap in his mind was enough to stir his penis again as he made his way from his room to the shower.
He stripped off his wet shorts, his cock bouncing out from underneath the corded waist, and slid the opaque glass door to the shower open, and was greeted by perfectly warm water. He got an initial soak, and then quickly his hand made it down to his throbbing cock where he started pumping, now thinking about Ms. Edmonds heavy tits again. His wet buttocks felt the cold damp tile as he leant against the wall and pumped harder and harder.
Greg was on the verge of ecstacy when he could hear a familiar creak. The bathroom door-
"I'll just be a second! I'm sorry, I know, I know, but I have to tinkle so bad" his mother called out predicting the angry protests of her son in the shower.
Greg quickly tried to conceal his erection. He was just about to finish though, and his cock was hard, red, and dripping pre-cum. He wasn't sure how much he could do to hide the current situation. He was both angry and mortified. Through the fogged slightly clear glass door he could see his mother rush by. She had a habit of wearing her underwear around the house, and this time was in her leggings and nude bra.
Cassandra was forty-four years old, but she never lost her baby face. She still looked 24 years from the neck up, and pretty much everywhere else to boot. She had a slight tummy, but it rarely ever went noticed positioned under her large 34 DDD breasts which were typically the focus of much attention, especially around Greg's friends.
She was now sitting on the toilet and Greg got a front row view of these massive melons pressed together as she quickly tried to do her business before more protests erupted from the shower. Greg's cock which had only just begun to fall came alive again at the sight.
His mom's bright red hair fell just below her shoulders onto the pale white skin of her chest which was laden with freckles and sunspots.
"Mom.. can you please hurry up and get out?" Greg asked flatly from the refuge of the shower.
"What do you think I'm doing, GREG? I'm going as fast as I possibly can. What am I keep you from? Important meeting going on in there?" she snickered.
"You shouldn't be in here at all" he growled growing frustrated! "I'm too old for you to be in here while I shower". He prayed internally that she had no idea he was masturbating when she walked in.
"I know Greg, and when the other bathroom is finally fixed I won't be, but until then it's going to happen from time to time. Don't worry I never look." she teased again. This was true. She was a bit more carefree than her son, but she respected his privacy, and hadn't seen him indecent since he was a young man. She had always been curious how he had made out...physically in his older age, but respected his privacy none the less.
As Cassandra wrapped up and cleaned herself, in her crouching over her eyes drifted to the opaque shower, and a spot in which the fog had cleared. In that slight instant she could make out the outline of Greg's slightly flacid, but still engorged penis. Her eyes went wide. She quickly averted them before Greg could possibly notice but the image was engrained.
Greg having reached his breaking point slid the glass door open about six inches and mockingly whispered "in your own time". As she stood up and pulled her leggings back to appropriate height her giant orbs flopped, and this sight sent Greg all the way to high-noon. All the blood immediately returned and before he knew it his cock was exiting the shower in full view of his mother.
Cassandra couldn't ignore it this time. As her son stood there the full length of his cock also rose and now extended out of the shower. She was shocked. It had to be at least 7 inches long and was girthy. It's not that she didn't think Greg would have a big penis, but on his hundred and fifty pound five foot ten frame it seemed giant. The veins bulged running up the thick shaft to a large shiny head. Good for him she thought briefly. "I hope that's not for me" she jested hoping to lighten the mood.
It didn't help Greg. He realized what had happened as the air temperature changed around his penis and instantly some of the blood went back from his penis to his face as he blushed crimson. "HA-HA! Very funny" he called out as his mother left the room all smiles. He couldn't finish now. She had ruined his moment of solace.
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Cassandra returned to her room both amused, upset with herself, and in awe. As she got ready to put a top on she caught her reflection in the standing mirror positioned in the corner of the bedroom. She ran her hands down her chest and over her large breasts as the cups of the bra fell down and her large pink nipples became exposed. She could feel herself getting progressively more and more wet, and finally gave into her primal urges realizing she would need to take care of herself before leaving the room.
