It was raining that day, when they lowered my father to his final resting place. My heart was ripping out of my chest and my tears were flowing as much as the rain was falling from the sky. I was sitting there next to my Mom, holding her hand, feeling her squeeze a little too tight but I didn't say anything. My sister was on the other side of my mother and I assume her hand was being squeezed just as much as mine. We just watched in disbelief as he was lowered into the ground. It was so surreal to think he was really gone. And I still really didn't believe he was gone, but I knew it would sink in once the healing began. Although I still miss my dad terribly, at least now the memories of him are fond ones, and my heart doesn't hurt so bad. You see, I was fifteen when he passed away. My sister was sixteen, and those aren't good ages to suddenly go without a father for guidance and support. Now, our mother was always there for us, but it just wasn't the same.
My name is Chris. I'm eighteen years old and I have grown a lot since the day of my dad's funeral. My mom died when I was born, and my dad remarried to Sally when I was only three. This was nice because she had a daughter who was a year older then myself, named Susan. We were your typical kids always fighting and wanting all the attention from our parents. But for the most part we were a loving family and Sally was the only mom I ever knew, as my dad was the only father Susan ever knew. I called her mom just like Susan called him dad.
Going through high school was a tough time for me. Susan had her mom to turn to but with me, I no longer had a father figure to look up to. So I did what any kid would do, find someone to fill the void. I got lucky and my grandfather lived fairly close by so I could walk over there and talk to him. It was a big help to have him and it didn't matter to me one bit that it was Sally's father and not my biological relative.
The last week of school was finally here and I couldn't wait to graduate. I had my cap and gown all fitted and I was ready for commencement the following week. I didn't have a care in the world, being a graduating senior with my college plans all worked out for the fall. Only a lazy summer was all I could think about as I entered the house. I did as I always did, went right to the refrigerator for an after school snack.
I heard a sound coming from the other room; I went to investigate because I should have been alone in the house. My mom didn't work because my dad was great at providing for us, the stress was probably why he passed away so young. My mom always kept busy and didn't like sitting around the house so she was usually gone at this time. As for my sister, she is in her first year of college. She decided to attend a local school instead of moving far away and living in the dorm. Susan would drive the 20 miles to school with her best friend Tammy, who decided to go to the same school so they could still take all the same classes just like they did in high school.
As I went up stairs I heard it again. It sounded like someone was upset. As I got to the top of the stairs, I realized it was coming from my mom's room. I could hear what I thought was her sobbing and I heard her say my dad's name. So I walked thru her open door to see her kneeling on the far side of the bed with her face buried. Her hands were clenching the sheets and I could see her shaking. So I did what any loving son would do, I went around the end of the bed to hold her and tell her it would be all right. I rounded the bed to land on my knees beside her, when I noticed she wasn't wearing anything below the waist and she was straddling something that was buzzing. I was in shock. My mouth was probably hanging open and I just stared in disbelief. Just then she looked up at me with a look of horror on her face. That was enough to jar me out of my shock.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry," I said, and bolted for the door, closing it on my way out.
I went downstairs, grabbed the sandwich I had started to make and took it to the rec room in the basement, and hid there till dinner.
I sat down there with my mind racing. I felt so bad. I thought for sure that things would be different now. We had such a great relationship, open, warm, loving. I can't imagine things being different. At least I'll be going to school in the fall so even if it did change forever at least I won't have to deal with it for too long till school starts.
At six o'clock I heard my sister call me for dinner. I can't tell you how badly I wanted to stay in the basement but there was no way I could do that. So I went up there with the plan not to make eye contact with my mom. I succeeded with mom's help of not wanting eye contact with me. Susan could feel the tension in the room and asked what was wrong but neither one of us were willing to talk about what had happened. After asking twice she dropped it, thank god, and the rest of the dinner was quiet and uneventful. As soon as dinner was done I faked having homework and went up to my room for the night.
Once I got in my room I felt safe, in my own little part of the world. It had everything a guy could want. I had my stereo, a nice size color TV, and my XBOX.
When you add my own bathroom, all I need is a kitchenette and I would never have to leave.
I lay on my bed for what seemed like forever. I attempted to play some video games but I just wasn't into it. Watching TV was out too. My mind was racing. I couldn't get what happened out of my mind. It kept running like a movie over and over in my head. It's hard to explain what I thought of the whole incident. I felt bad for letting it happen. I should have known not to just walk in but I wasn't thinking. I would never imagine in my wildest dreams that she was doing what I think she was doing. She must've hated me now. Hell, if she knew how it was making me feel, she'd probably hate me even more. The more I thought about it the more excited I got. I'm such a dog. I decided to take a cold shower and get ready for bed.
Once I got into the shower I turned the cold water down and let the warm water flow over me. In hindsight I should have stuck to the cold shower idea because as I was mindlessly washing myself, I kept thinking about my mom having what had to have been an orgasm. The more I thought about it, the more I found myself washing my growing cock, letting my soapy hand glide along the shaft down to the root then lathering up my balls. It felt so good, and the thought of my mom had me so turned on. My hands "washed" quicker and quicker. I put the bar of soap down to use both hands on me. One hand was stroking my hard cock, while the other hand was massaging my balls into a rich lather. I couldn't recall it ever being this hard.
Although I'm only average down there I always felt a good six inches worked just fine for me, and I always thought it was decently proportional to my small frame. Looking down, I watched myself glide from the base up over the tip. My slippery fingers were taking my breath away as I grew closer and closer to my goal. I could feel myself approaching my orgasm, which was causing my hands to increase speed. Suds must have really been flying when I felt my balls start to tighten as I erupted, shooting over and over towards the shower drain. After relaxing the guilt came. She was my mom but it wasn't something I had preplanned; it just happened. How will I ever look her in the eye again? Once the water started to grow cold I knew it was time to get out of the shower and head for bed. It didn't matter to me at all that it was only 9:30 pm.
I exited the bathroom in nothing but my boxers after brushing my teeth and not feeling very good about what I had done, when I noticed my mom was sitting on the edge of my bed. I can only imagine what the look on my face was when I saw her. Had she heard me in the shower? Could she tell I was thinking those thoughts about her? I had no idea but I knew I had to face the music and talk to her, although I was hoping the no eye contact rule would still be in place.
"Come sit with me. We need to talk," she said. I slunk over to the bed and sat down, staring at the floor. She pulled at my chin so I was facing her and she said, "You're going to have to look at me sometime."
Damn.
"I'm so sorry, Mom, I really should have knocked and not just run in like that. I don't know how you can ever forgive me."
"Oh don't be silly," She said, "I should have closed my door. Besides, I'm the one who didn't pay attention to the time. If it's anyone's fault its mine".
I have to admit that did make me feel better. I still had the other issues that "came up" in the shower, but this was a good start, I thought.
