It’s your senior year and you’re finally coming into your own: more confident, more in shape, and ever since word got out about what you’re packing, you’ve been getting a lot of attention from some of the hottest girls at school. Tonight, it’s Allie, this really hot girl on the tumbling team. Fit, petite, and from what you hear, pretty slutty. Your curfew is 10 and it’s 11:30 now, but you can’t risk missing this opportunity.
When you get home, you quietly open your bedroom door to find…your mother, in your bed…and her face…is…buried in your dirty boxers? What the fuck? You try to be quiet but the door clicks behind you and your mother snaps awake, demanding to know where you’ve been. You try to turn it on her, asking why she’s got her face in your dirty boxers but she pretends like it was an accident because you’re so messy. You just hope she doesn’t notice the pair of dirty panties you stole from her hamper, buried under your comforter. You’ve always loved jerking off to her.
She starts to lecture you on curfew but then, her tone takes a turn. She mentions the pictures you’ve been sending, and you realize that your cell phone is next to her. Fuck, you left it behind. Your mother went through your phone and found out where you were going…and saw all the photos you’ve been sending. How fucking embarrassing. Even more so is when she tells you how nice your cock is. What?? You’re starting to think there’s more than just your messy habits behind her having her face in your boxers…
You try to stay focused but its hard – you can practically see her nipples through her nightie. She’s always been that way, walking around flaunting her breasts and body. Even as she’s tearing into you, you can’t help but stare at her breasts, the way her silk robe falls open to reveal the lace cups of her teddy. She knows. You know. You try to redirect the conversation, back to what she said about your cock. She knows what you’re doing. You know what you want, same as she does.
“We can’t do anything about it, you know,” she says, “even if it were true – even if my face was buried in your boxers and I was masturbating to the videos of you jerking off on your phone…even if that were all true, what good would talking about it do? It’s not like we can act on it…right? It’s not like you can take that cock out and stroke it…not like I can lie back and touch myself, watching you stroke…it’s not like you can take that cock and rub it against my pussy, push it inside of me, and finally do what we both want…”
