[MF] Mom Came In The Bathroom

I honestly never had the hots for mom. Never stole her panties, never spied on her, never jerked off thinking off her and I was perfectly okay with it being that way. I had plenty of relationships with girls my age and it worked out more than well. Well, as good as most teenage relationships when no one has any experience in being in a relationship work out.

And yes, despite the fact that I am closer to 21 than to 20, I am still living at home. Rents are just insane in any bigger city nowadays, so my paycheck isn’t big enough to cover an own place. All in all I was living a completely ordinary life for a young man my age. But it all changed a few days ago.

It was three days ago. An ordinary working day for me. Well, as ordinary a Monday can be. When my work day was over, I just headed straight home. As I nearly always do. At home I just enter, say hello to the people that are home and I immediately head into the bathroom. Everyone knows that I am doing that, so no one is in the bathroom when I come home.

Three days ago, the bathroom was free. Only mom was at home. She was in the kitchen, preparing dinner, noticing that I came home, but not really giving me some real attention. I dumped my backpack into my room, grabbed some fresh underwear, my cozy stay at home clothes and went into the bathroom. To take a shower. A long, warm shower. Yes, a nice wet and soapy jerk off session to relieve the tension, to relax after an annoying day at work. The rest of the family probably knew what I was doing, but who gives a damn.

I was in the middle of my daily ritual, when someone knocked at the unlocked door – why locking it, when the all know that someone is in and doesn’t want to be disturbed. It was mom: “Son, are you in the shower?”

As if she didn’t exactly knew that I was in the shower: “Yes mom, I am.”

I didn’t even bother to take my hands off my rock hard dick while answering her. I just kept on jerking. You might have guessed it, it wasn’t happening the first time. Mom went on: “Is it okay for me to come in, I really, really have to pee?”

“Yes, come in mom. It is okay. As it always is.”

I probably said the last words with a very annoyed voice, but who wouldn’t do the same? And if you might ask yourself, her taking a piss didn’t stop me from jerking off my dick. I was save behind a shower curtain. The shower itself was covering all noises. At least I thought it did: An uncontrolled loud moan accidentally left my mouth. I just lost myself for a second or two. Mom heard it. And I heard a curious voice: “Son, what are you doing in there?”

Fuck. I got caught. I tried to play it cool. Yes, I stopped jerking off. Boner please go away was all what was left in my head. But I had to answer mom. I tried to put on a calm, relaxed voice. I tried to cover up my anxiety attack: “Nothing mom. Just taking a hot and refreshing shower.”

Besides anxiety, boner go down there was one other thought in popping up in my brain: Please just finish, pull up your panties, wash your hands and leave. Please mom.

But she wouldn’t be my mom, if she would have done that. My moaning made her curious. Really curious. Yes, my mom is one of those that has to know everything. So she didn’t leave. She went straight over to the shower – after washing her hands – and pulled back the shower curtain a little bit. Just far enough to stick her head into the shower and take a peak of her naked, 20 year old son and his half hard dick.

I was embarrassed and filled to the brim with anxiety. I probably had an out of body experience. It felt like I was watching from far far away. Mom wasn’t shocked at all. She just smiled. Checked out my body: “So you do jerk off everyday when you are in her. Now I got a confirmation. And you probably kept on jerking while I was in here all the time. What a dirty son I have.”

All I said was: “Mom, can you please just leave and forget what you just saw?”

But leaving was probably the last thing she had on her mind. Her eyes were focused on my dick: “You are bigger than your father, you know that?”

I couldn’t care less: “Mom, please, leave.”

Nope, she didn’t leave. Even worse, she climbed into the shower and placed herself in front of me. She stood close enough to touch me, but far away for me to see her whole body. A body covered in some clothes that were getting wetter and wetter. Until they were soaking wet. And exposed her beautiful tits.

Don’t look down. Just don’t. Restrain yourself. But the urge was to big. So I took a peek. Mom was squeezing them together for me. She had a big smile on her face while she did that. Damn it, what gorgeous tits she has. Yes, I got hard again. Rock hard. Mom took notice of it: “See, no need for me to leave son. You like me. You like my boobs. And I like you.”

My conscience still went nuts. But at least I was back in my body again. I clearly felt it when mom’s hands were touching my dick and my balls for the first time. It drove a more than pleasant shiver through my body. Then she began to jerk me off. She knew what spots to hit, she knew the tempo I loved, she knew how to play with my balls, she knew exactly how I liked to be jerked off. I received the best hand job I ever had. And it was given by my mom.

She slowly worked me towards an orgasm. Her tits touching my body, her hands doing magic between my legs. I really enjoyed her doing. One moan after another left my throat. Then she guided me over the edge: My balls were aching, my body was trembling when a huge load of sticky cum left my body. It was that fucking awesome orgasm that drove every single regret away: My mom gave me a hand job, who cares.

And mom, she just smiled: “So sons like it like their fathers do. Interesting.”

Then she stood on her toes and gave me a kiss on my cheek: “We will continue tomorrow.”

I just said okay and watched her leaving the shower. I had to pull back the shower curtain and watch after her to get a glimpse on her ass. She put a little show on for me before she left the bathroom: She got rid of her soaking wet clothes and bent over for far longer than she actually needed while dumping them in the dryer.

The next time I ran into her was when we had our daily family dinner. All four of us gathered together for some conversation and to fill up our bellies. Mom was like she always was. As if nothing has been happening. I struggled to keep my shit together. To stop undressing mom with my eyes. I had to take everything together to act as normal as possible while we had dinner. I think I did a more than okay job.

Later that night, when I was in my bed, all I could think about was mom. She clearly planted herself into my head. I fantasized about the next day. I jerked off twice while doing so. And the next day, well, is a tale for another day.

*And as always with my stories: Fiction. Nothing but a made up story. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoyed your read. Until next time.*

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uo6oap/mf_mom_came_in_the_bathroom