Hello kiddies this is your Closet Keeper with a naughty tale from, you guessed it, the closet. This naughty little yarn is called:
Love, Death & Happy Endings
Matthew was in the closet when it happened. He experienced chest pains before while jerking off, but at the age of eighteen he thought nothing of it. Now the pain in his chest was intense. He dropped his erection, staggering silently toward the back of the closet. He could have called out for help, his mom was right outside in the bedroom, but was simply too embarrassed.
He knew cardiac arrest in someone as young as him was very rare but not impossible. In this case the "not impossible" happened. Sinking back against the wall, his last conscious thought was how he never got to see "them", leaving him to die a very unhappy death.
15 minutes earlier . . .
Matthew walked casually into his parent's bedroom around three in the afternoon. His mom, Paula, was at work, and not due home for several hours while his dad, no worries there, he moved out roughly a week and half ago thanks to the trial separation his parents were trying on for size.
Horny and a little bored, Matthew decided to revisit his dad's porn collection. Thanks to a bit of prior sleuthing, Matthew knew his father kept his skin magazines buried deep on what was his former side of the closet in his mom and dad's bedroom.
Matthew entered his parent's room before ducking quickly inside the closet. Worried maybe his father took the skin magazines with him when he moved, he let out a small sigh of relief when he found the small stash, maybe a dozen or so magazines in all, of old Playboys and Penthouses.
After a quick search, he found a suitable partner in one of the Penthouses. She was a nice looking brunette, both buxom and mature, which just happened to be qualities Matthew found most irresistible in women.
Although he might have been loath to admit such a thing he tended to be attracted to women reminding him of his mother.
Paula was the epitome of mature motherly beauty with locks of chestnut-brown hair swooping down past her shoulders in a perfect wave of teased curls curtaining her lovely face.
Her lips were pouty and inviting, her complexion nearly flawless with a beauty which brought more than her fair share of long looks from the male of the species.
At 5' 8" and 131 pounds she possessed a body demanding even longer looks. The highlights of her heavenly body were a pair of long, muscular legs, along with a well sculptured ass. Her nearly flat washboard stomach contained only hints of fat on it thanks to a strict adherence to diet and exercise.
Paula's outer beauty was matched by an inner beauty reflecting itself in her warm and bubbly personality with a dazzling smile which would light up any room when she was happy.
In short, Paula had the personality of an angel, but the body of a devil, accented by her 36D inch bust.
It was this devilishly body of the Penthouse centerfold, so similar in many aspects to his mom's except her breasts were much larger than his mom's, which now had his cock at full mast while he stroked his way to jerk off heaven. And then disaster!
Just when he was maybe a good three or four strokes away from exploding, he heard someone enter the bedroom.
Dropping the Penthouse on the closet floor, he hurriedly stuffed his cock back inside his jeans--when he heard his mother start to hum.
Moving soundlessly to the front of the closet, he peeked out. His mother was sitting on the bed looking at her phone. She tended bar at one of the local watering holes and was dressed casually in a pair of snug jeans and tight purple top showing off all of her delicious curves in a most enticing manner.
"Christ," he muttered to himself, "of all days to knock off work early, you had to pick today."
He stared at her, it was almost thrilling watching her like this secretly while hoping and praying she would head into the master bedroom's attached bathroom to go potty, or change, or whatever, giving him a chance to sneak out of the bedroom undetected. One thing was for sure, he didn't want to have to explain what he was doing in her closet.
She sighed before tossing her phone aside and then--his heart started to race--she was tugging on the edge of her tight purple top, pulling it up.
"Holy shit," he whispered to himself. "She is getting undressed." He tried to look away but simply lacked the willpower, especially after being on the verge of a mighty orgasm just a minute or two ago.
Matthew's mouth went dry as his mother pulled the top up, revealing a sexy light pink lace bra underneath causing Matthew's heart to accelerate into the red zone.
The acceleration continued when he watched her start to undo her jeans after tossing the top causally aside.
Then yet another disaster. Matthew carelessly shifted his weight. The sound was just loud enough to give him away in the quiet afternoon stillness of the house or maybe it was just Paula's uncanny sixth sense of knowing when she was being looked at which sealed his fate.
She knew someone was in the closet. Was it her son? She had not seen him anywhere downstairs when she first entered the house, nor did he greet her, like he normally would have, when she got home from work, leading her to believe he was probably in his room taking an afternoon nap.
Paula suppressed a smile. Just the other day, shortly after her husband moved out of the house, Paula discovered his small stash of skin magazines. She thought of tossing them, but not wanting to be petty, she kept them, figuring she would wait to see how things turned out between them.
It was a day or two later when she noticed, she keep her closet ultra-neat while possessing an uncanny ability of knowing when something was disturbed in the slightest, the small stack of her husband's porn magazines sitting on the upper shelf on his side of the closet had been slightly moved.
After a moment of quiet reflection, it came to her--Matthew. Yes, he went snooping in her closet-- most likely when she was working one of her ten to six day shifts at the bar-- and discovered his father's porn collection.
And now he was in her closet, again, peeping at her as she undressed. She knew this as her highly attuned "Mom Rader" was virtually screaming it at her. Her first inclination, as she paused while undoing her jeans, was to make a scene but then again . . . why embarrass the poor boy. He was only doing what came natural to any eighteen year old red blooded American male.
Besides, she reasoned, it might be kind of fun to tease him a bit, especially since she knew he was quite naïve sexually thanks to an overabundance of shyness around girls.
Helping her decision to tease him a bit were the two cocktails she enjoyed at the bar during an impromptu birthday party for the manager that afternoon.
Feeling his eyes glued to her, Paula stood up and turned around, making a show of wriggling out of her tight jeans for his viewing pleasure.
Once she had the jeans off, she turned towards the closet. Giving her "not so secret" watcher a coy look, she reached around and started to undo her bra. She fully intended on just undoing it before striding off to the bathroom, but fate intervened in the form of her having a very naughty thought.
Hmm, maybe I should do a bit more than simply undoing my bra for him. Maybe I should start to slip it down and off my shoulders and then just before it would slip free exposing my breasts to him I'll turn around and then head off to the safety of the bathroom.
He watched as his mom undid her bra and then slowly, ever so slowly, she hooked a pair of fingers under the twin bra straps. Showing the patience of a saint, she then started to slide the straps off her shoulders.
Matthew yanked his cock free and was stroking it furiously while watching his mother carefully pull the straps across her shoulders and then down.
Just a few bare seconds before what he supposed would have been an absolutely gorgeous set of tits being revealed to his wide, staring eyes, the heart attack came. The intense shooting pain staggered him backwards before causing him to crumple to his knees.
