Your Mother, Taylor

The door pushes open and you see the figure of your mother, Taylor, step into the bathroom. As she enters, she closes the door behind her and locks it.

"Mom!?!" You say in surprise, while trying to cover your boner with your hands. Luckily the steamed glass shower door helps hide the details of your body from your mother. "What are you doing?!? I'm showering!"

Taylor walks towards the shower, stopping just a step from the glass door with her arms crossed infront of her. She's wearing a thin white shirt that allows her white bra underneath to be visible. Her tight black pants hug her thick thighs and give her a deliciously curvy sillouette.

"Ryan, I know what your doing in here." Her eyes look from you to your cupped hands, trying to hide your erection. "There is only one reason a teenage boy takes such a long shower that he misses the start of dinner."

"I...is dinner ready? I'll be right down." You deflect, you can feel your cheeks getting red again from being caught stroking your cock by your mother. It's not like you hadn't been caught by your mother before. Every once in a while you mother would catch you when you thought no one was home. But you tried to keep your activities as secret as possible.

Taylor pulls the glass door aside. You stand there frozen as she looks you up and down, the water from the shower still spraying off your toned, young body.

"Turn off the water and get out her." You mom commands in her stern mom voice, but not too loudly. She grabs your towel off the hook and holds it out to you.

You turn off the water and take the towel from your mother's outstretched hand. She doesn't move as you quickly try to pat yourself down without exposing yourself to her. You go to tie the towel around your waist when your mother interupts you. "Is that how you dry yourself off? Do it properly, I dont want you getting water all over the floor."

You pause for a minute, "Yes, mom..." You reply, turning your back to her as you more throughly dry off your legs, arms and hair. These parts mean its impossible for the towel to hide your ass and your still half hard cock dangling between your legs.

You tie your towel around your waist and turn back around to see you mom still hasn't moved. She must have stood there and watched you dry off the whole time. "Better." She states before she steps aside to let you out of the shower.

"Stand over here, I need to talk to you." She directs you to stand infront of the vanity mirror. She stands behind you and looks at you through the mirror. "Everyone else is eating, so we have some time to have an honest conversation." Taylor starts and you already hate where this is going. You're certain she's going to scold you for your sexual activities with Jessica and your self pleasuring.

"I know this time in your life is hard..." She says as she glances down at where the towel buldges around your crotch. She hints at a smirk before continuing. "but you need to stay in control of yourself until your procedure. You're a good looking young man." Your mom places her hands on your biceps and squeezes your muscled arms. "I can understand why girls would be teasing you right now, just waiting for their chance to enjoy your... company." Taylor slips her hands under yours and around your chest and stomach. She presses her body against your back and holds you while her hands glide across your freshly cleaned skin.

"It's very important that a man... releases... the tension that girls teasing can cause. Even more so in young teenage men." Your breath begins to shake as your mothers hands carass your toned body, her finger tips teasing down to the knot of your towel.

"And since you are still needing to release some tension, even after Jessica's visit last night and the deposit you made on your t-shirt. I would guess that some ladies at work are having fun getting you worked up."

You watch your mom's eyes flutter in the mirror as her hands explore every bump and line of your chest. Her hands move over your towel, grabbing your upper thighs. The movement of the towel causing the knot at your waist to loosen.

"Tell me Ryan, who is getting you all worked up? Who has you running up to the shower to take care of your... needs?"

You feel your mom kiss your back as the towel falls. Your cock hard from your mother's soft carass bounces straight out. As the towel hits the floor, your mother's hand slides long your hip and grasps the base of your cock. You sharply inhale as the sensation of your mother's touch causes your cock to twitch.

"Let me help you baby..." Your mother softly coos between her kisses. "It's so much better for you to be emptied be someone else, don't you agree?"

You moan softly and your legs feel weak as your mom begins to softly stroke your now full erect cock. "Yes... that feels so good..." You say softly. "But your my mom and..." You begin to protest.

"Shh shh shh, baby." Taylor interupts. "It's mommy's job to take care of her children when they need help." You mother peaks out from behind you and you see her eyes look you up and down in the mirror. Her gaze lingers on your cock as she strokes you and she bites her lower lip before looking back up at you. "Tell me baby, who were you thinking about in the shower?"