Gary Johns - A Mother’s Mistakes

"Oh God," he hissed as his body tensed and lifted from the bed. His penis throbbed and began to spit his seed into the air. It flew high and splattered across his chest and down his stomach, hitting with a splat. The spurts were powerful and heavy, spraying his thick cream over a wide area. It seemed that it would never stop. When it finally did, he had sperm all over his chest, hands and the panties, which were still wrapped around his shrinking penis.

A moan of relief and remorse escaped Chris’s lips. He looked down at the mess he had made and felt ashamed. Not because he had masturbated, but because it was the thought of his mother that he had made him climax. It was all wrong. He wasn’t supposed to feel desire for his own mother. He threw his arm over his eyes as if blocking the light would give him comfort.

It was at that moment that he heard a light tapping at his door. His eyes flew open and realized that he had not locked the door. A second later it opened and his mother walked in. Chris closed his eyes quickly, willing himself to lie still and pretend to be asleep. He was mortified, but there was nothing he could do except hope that she would leave quickly.

Chris tried to control his breathing as he felt rather than saw his mother’s presence. He could tell that she was standing close to the bed, looking at him. He had been caught with her panties wrapped around his penis and his cum splattered all over the place. He was a "pervert".

He could hear her breathing. Taking a chance, he opened his eyes just a fraction and saw the strange sight of his mother staring down at him. Her eyes weren’t on his face.

Allison had a smile on her face as she walked up the stairs to say good night to Chris. She wanted to thank him for a wonderful day. She couldn’t remember when she had had such fun or enjoyed conversation so much. When she tapped on the door and heard no answer, she assumed that Chris had dozed off. However, since there was still a light on in the room, she thought that he might not mind her stopping in to kiss him good night again.

She had barely stepped into the room when she stopped in her tracks. Her hand went to her mouth to cover a gasp of surprise. Her son was lying naked with her panties wrapped around his penis and the obvious results of a recent climax on his chest and stomach. Although she had said that her panties would be in the hamper, it had been a flippant remark and not meant to be taken literally.

Allison stood frozen for several moments. She knew that she should just turn and leave but something stopped her, driving her to step closer. Until that moment she had not admitted to herself that being with Chris today had been more than good conversation and shopping… it had been sexually exciting. It started earlier in the day when she had stepped out of the dressing room without panties or bra and saw Chris’s surprised look. It brought on a familiar stirring between her legs. As soon as she was back in the dressing room she had to put her panties back on for fear that her juices would be running down her legs. The panties had done the job, although the crotch was soaked within seconds. Now, as she looked at the sight before her, she wished that she had put on another pair after her bath as she could now feel her juices begin to seep from between her rapidly swelling lips.

With increasing excitement she edged closer, her eyes scanned down her son’s well-defined body. She knew that he was athletic and a handsome boy at over six foot one, but it had been some time since she had actually seen him naked… maybe when he was eight or nine. His chest was well developed and his stomach rippled with muscles… now glistening with his sperm. Her eyes moved down to his still large but shrunken penis. It lay curled in her panties, along with the evidence that he had recently climaxed. There was a dribble of juice running from the head. He had obviously fallen asleep moments after his climax. Allison was very familiar with that male trait.

Suddenly she could actually smell the familiar odor of semen. It made her light headed. Her vagina quivered and her legs trembled. She could still see her own wetness on the gusset of the panties twisted around the head of her son’s penis.

Chris could barely breathe. He was afraid that if he took the deep breath that his lungs were demanding his mother would know that he was awake. Through barely closed eyes he watched her, afraid to move a muscle. He expected her to turn and run from the room any second. When she didn’t, he began to feel excitement again. While it was embarrassing and mortifying for him to let her see him like this, her reaction or lack of reaction caused an unwanted excitement wash over him

With muscles tightening, Chris moaned and squirmed on the bed. When his mother still didn’t leave he felt his shaft begin to lengthen. As his penis grew, the panties caught on the ridge and followed it to hardness… until they were hanging from the head. Finally he heard a gasp. His shaft pulsed with excitement, matching his heartbeat. Chris watched as his mother’s hand reached out to him.

"Chris honey, wake up," she whispered as her trembling hand touched his shoulder.

Chris had no choice. He opened his eyes and then with a start he gasped, "Mom!" feigning surprise. He quickly reached for a sheet to pull over him.

"Don’t do that," she said, grabbing his hand. "You’ve obviously had a little accident." A strange look came to her face.

"Mommmm!" Chris moaned, embarrassed beyond belief.

"Sorry honey, I didn’t want to wake you up, but I was afraid that you would mess up the sheets."

Chris’s face was beet red now.

"I’ll take these back to the hamper," she said and reached for the panties hanging from his penis. Her fingers accidentally touched the hot skin of his shaft and she pulled back like she had been burned. With the panties in her hand she turned on rubbery legs and quickly left the room.

Chris had almost climaxed at the gentle brush of her fingers. He closed his eyes, wondering how he was going to look his mother in the eye again. She was right; he was a pervert.

Chris didn’t see his mother rush into the bathroom and use the cum drenched panties to masturbate with.

Sunday morning Chris came downstairs to the kitchen for a bowl of cereal. He found his mother sitting at the table dressed in a tight pink jogging suit that she had bought the day before. She was reading the paper.

Chris walked in quietly and got a bowl of cereal and sat at the table. His mother didn’t look at him, hiding her face behind the paper. At that moment he wanted to be anywhere but there. However, he knew that he had to face her sometime.

"Going jogging?" he asked and saw his mother lower the paper. She had almost a relieved look on her face. It was obvious that she was as uncomfortable he was.

"Yes, I thought I would. It’s sunny and fairly mild outside."

"It’s been a pretty mild winter," he answered, making small talk.

"I hope it continues. What’re you doing today?"

"Nothing much. I thought I’d go over to the field and practice with Jeff and Andy."

"Are you going to be home for dinner tonight?"

"No, Melissa and I are going to get a pizza and then come back here and watch a movie."

Allison’s expression changed almost immediately and she said "Oh… that’s nice." However, her voice betrayed her obvious disappointment.

"Well, I guess I’d better get warmed up if I’m going to get my run in this morning." With that Allison stood up and walked over to the glass sliding door leading to the deck. Instead of going outside to do her warm up exercises, she stood at the window and began to stretch. The sun reflecting through the window outlined her trim shape, detailing every curve.