Awakened
Once I had discovered masturbation the switch had been flipped, shit I did it at least two or three times a day. I swore it was going to fall off from being jerked so much. Needless to say sex became a preoccupation of my every waking moment. Be real what eighteen year old male doesn't spend half his life thinking of food and the other half thinking of sex.
I had a routine where I would get home from school and head to my room to "do my homework"; which of course required a relaxation session first. Ostensibly to help my concentration, or so I reasoned to myself.
I remember the day exactly; it was a Tuesday. Mom always did laundry on Tuesday, but always in the morning while I was at school. The hormonal teenage brain rarely functions well, and when I threw my backpack onto my chair and headed for my bed to stretch out, the fact that there were still clothes on my floor, and my bed was not made; never entered my horny brain. My dick was hard from a full day of staring at teenage girl asses and was screaming for relief.
What I didn't know was that the washing machine had been broken, and just repaired that morning. Mom was doing laundry but was apparently in the process when I made my silent trip through the house.
I was deep into a fantasy of getting a blowjob from this little blonde at school, my hand stroking my throbbing cock; I never even heard the door to my room open. Just as I felt my balls start to tighten in that delightful release, I heard this sharp intake of breath. My eyes popped open, and I stared at my mother, standing just inside the doorway of the room.
I could see her eyes locked to my cock even as I felt my orgasm trying to shrivel in my balls. Now, I'm no ten-inch porn star, but I am a respectable eight inches, and fairly thick. Yeah, all guys do the comparison thing in the gym locker room, give me a break.
"Mom" was all I could gasp as my cock began to pulse.
"Sorry" my mom mumbled "I need your dirty clothes."
Then, the strangest thing happened. Instead of stepping out, mom went about picking up my laundry from the floor and dropping them into her small basket. All the while I could see her glancing over at me stroking my cock.
That was it, my teenage brain shut off and I lost it right there. My eyes slowly rolled back as my body began to tremble.
"Oh Goddddd" I moaned. My cock jerked in my grip and the first molten rope arched skyward and then splattered on my belly.
I grunted again as a second and then third thick stream spewed out, leaving a puddle of white goo congealing on my stomach.
"Oh" I faintly heard mom gasp. My eyes fluttered open to see mom now standing, her eyes riveted to my cock as the last of my load dribbled from the tip and slid down my shaft, coating my hand.
"You might need this" mom said in a hushed whisper, as she handed me one of my dirty t-shirts from the laundry basket.
Before I could utter any thanks, she turned and walked from the room. She didn't run, she didn't scream, nothing. She just silently walked out. All the while my numbed brain wondered what had happened.
We never spoke of what happened that afternoon, at first it was if it had never occurred. The following week I came home from school, and realized mom was doing laundry as I walked through the house. Had she altered her routine to match mine?
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