"Why not, I've got time for a quick yank" and with that I reached down and began to stroke my rigid member with my soap covered hand.
Closing my eyes I slipped into a fantasy world, imagining that a beautiful lady was in the shower with me, that it was her hand around my cock, stroking it slowly, with the water coming from the shower head only adding to the feeling on my super sensitive cock, looking down in my fantasy, the girl raises her head and looks into my eyes lovingly, when something shocking happened, I realized that the girl between my legs in this fantasy looked like, no... is… my mom, and it was at about that moment that I blew my load, ropes of cum splashing down on the floor of the bathtub, but in the fantasy world, it was landing on the face of my mother, her beautiful blonde hair slicked down her back from the water, her hazel brown eyes locked with mine while she licked up what she could off her face. It was only when I felt the water go cold that I snapped back to reality, apparently mom, in reality, flushed the toilet somewhere else in the house since that was normally what she would do when she wanted me out of the shower, so I finished up quickly, cleaning up the mess that I had made, threw on my clean clothes and headed for the kitchen where mom was sure to have dinner ready and waiting, I was right.
Dinner went by rather quietly, I tried to keep eye contact with mom to a minimum as I was still embarrassed about what had happened earlier that day in the shower, I felt like I had done something wrong, fantasizing about my mother, something definitely had to be wrong with me, its just not right for a guy to have sexual fantasies about his mother. I finished dinner and thanked mom for it, giving her a peck on the cheek before piling my dishes in the sink I quickly took off to my room, hoping that maybe if I hit the books, I would forget the events of earlier today, opening my notes I dove into a history assignment that the teacher had given us that day, we were to compare the clothing from back before the turn of the century, to the clothing of today, and that was the clincher, all I could think was my mom, as if she was the model for the clothes that I was comparing.
Looking up at the clock I noticed that it had gotten rather late, eleven o'clock to be exact, I had spent a good four hours on this project, during which I had a rather tough time trying not to think of my mother in sexually arousing ways. Closing my books I decided that I should get some sleep, today had been a long day and a strange one at that, so I stripped down to my boxers and climbed into bed.
