It was Friday. I'd been home for two days and I was already horny and uncomfortable. I'd gotten used to our life in the apartment. No clothes, wrestling around, no need to masturbate when your best bud is right there to suck your cock and offer you his. Now I'm in clothes all the time, except at night, I'm sleeping naked, and masturbating twice a day. Plus, I'm sharing a house with my father, the man I desire, who shows no signs of having any interest in me at all. George and I had talked about 'gaydar', a word he had learned. He explained it and when we were out, he'd point out men and their actions. I could pick out some but only the more obvious ones. Now, at home, watching my dad, I got nothing. It's like that video never happened.
I woke up the next morning with a hard cock. Nothing new, but usually George and I dealt with them, I'm home now, and I'm on my own. I kicked off the covers and wrapped my hand around my cock. It felt good, not as good as George's mouth, but good enough. I lay there with my eyes closed, remembering George, and that video. I hadn't masturbated since yesterday morning, so I felt the pressure building quickly. I pinched the base of my cock, picturing George with his mouth full, urging me to come in his mouth with his eyes. As my release moved through me, I quietly groaned,
" Ahhhhhhh."
A bolt of come lurched out of my cock and hit me in the face. I kept stroking, the second painted a line up my flat belly and the third pooled at my navel.
"My, you have grown up."
It took a second for my mind to go from that endorphin filled post-orgasmic high to understanding that somebody had just watched me masturbate.
My mother.
I went to yank the covers over me.
"Stop!"
I froze. Mom pulled a towel off the top of the basket of clean laundry she was bringing to my room and deftly tossed it to me.
"Use that, I'm not having you sleep in sheets full of crusty gizz. Besides, I've seen it all already, you can't un-see it for me."
You gotta understand, my mother is unique. She can dance around an issue if she has to, but she prefers the hit things head on. She doesn't get shocked and she has a wry, dry sense of humor. Grounded, down-to-earth, and very happy in her life. I wish I could clone her.
I lay on my little twin bed—i t had been my first big-boy bed— and wiped what was a large load for me, off my chest and belly. Mom remained in the doorway, watching her son clean come off his body. I balled up the towel, prepared to drop it on the floor.
"Um, your face?"
Which now became red and warm. She watched as I cleaned my face. Not necessarily smiling, but certainly not put off one bit by her son with his half-hard cock wiping come of his face. Nonplussed, I think you would say. She walked over and held out her hand, I gave her the towel.
"I'll leave a hand towel in here for you. And I'll remember to knock next time."
I felt the need to explain, apologize, "Mom, I'm..."
"What? Sorry? For what? Sam, you're a twenty-year old college senior. I'm sure you have somebody back at college and a lot more privacy. You are a normal young man for your age. Well, part of you seems a big bigger than normal, but normal otherwise. Masturbation is normal. You've been doing it for a very long time, everybody does it, everybody. No big deal. Enjoy.
And with that wry smile, my mother faded out of my room, slipping the door shut on her gobsmacked oldest child.
I lay on my bed, letting the 'instant replay' in my mind run. Hey, when my eyes shot open, was her hand just slipping out of her robe, rIght by her pussy? Was she putting something in her pocket with the other hand? Were her face and chest a bit red? And what about what she was saying? How long has she known I masturbate? What was that 'bigger than normal' comment? And why did she emphasize the word 'everybody'? My mother and father fuck all the damn time, why would she need to masturbate? Or was she talking about Rod? I was so confused. Was this event a breakthrough, or...fuck, I didn't know. I was so dense.
I got up and picked up my briefs. I didn't want to get dressed, liked being naked. Wait, Rod's in school, dad's at work, mom has just watched me masturbate, nothing left to hide. I opened my door and went down to have breakfast.
Mom was nowhere in sight. I got my breakfast, poured a cup of coffee and sat at the table. Mom walked in a few minutes later. Now, I noticed. Her face and chest were definitely redder than usual and she was a bit, disheveled. She stopped.
"Well, that's interesting."
"Yeah, well, at the apartment we are clothing optional and I've gotten real used to it. Under the circumstances, I didn't think you'd mind."
I didn't realize it at the time but my mother and I were undergoing a change in our relationship.
She laughed, "Well, this is not how I imagined your stay at home but if that's what makes you comfortable, so be it. However, don't expect me to join in and your naturalism shall be confined to when we are alone."
I swear, you can't knock my mom off balance, can't be done. But, I was comfortable.
We sat and chatted, mom in her robe and me nude. She never tried to sneak a peek and I, thankfully, didn't get a boner.
I never asked why it appeared she was fingering herself as she watched me masturbate and why it looked like she had finished the job when she came into the kitchen. Opened relationships between and mother and son have their limits.
When mom went out to shop, I face-timed George. I sat on my bed stroking my cock and watched George doing the same. A very poor substitute, but it was better than solo.
"So, you think your mom was rubbing her...herself while she watched you jacking?"
"Pussy, George, it's okay if you say pussy."
"Yeah, well, being your mother and all I wanted to try and keep it polite."
"Thanks but I'm past that. I don't know what's going on around here but something has changed since I left."
George laughed, leaned back and stroked his rigid cock. I missed that rod being in my mouth.
"Maybe it's you. From what you told me, she was saying some interesting stuff after catching you masturbating."
