She tries to be clever about it

You figured you would give your mother a week to adjust to this new development in your relationship. You wanted to giver her time to come up with a plan. But meanwhile, your head was so full of fantasies about what would happen.

By now it has now been three or four days. You are lying in bed at night, thinking about how many nights you spent like this, fantasizing about being **** to strip and exposed in front of people but you never had the guts to go through it yourself. The main reason was that you didn't want to disappoint your mother. You knew she had worked very hard to bring you up by herself, and it took all of your willpower to resist your temptation to throw it all away by outing yourself as a pervert.

But now, as the GDP, you had unfathomable power at your fingertips, with which you could remake your life to be whatever you wanted, and punish anyone who dared to stop you. And now your mother will be complicit in your escapades, so you don't have to worry about disappointing her. You felt a small pang of guilt, but your hormonal fantasies trumped it.

Like so many nights before, you daydream as you stick your hand down your pants and massage your cock. Sometimes, against your better judgement, you stripped down and pranced around the house completely nude. You were often so overcome by anxiety of being caught that you could barely muster an erection. What if she came downstairs for a glass that night? Where would you hide? How would you explain? What if one of the neighbors saw you from the window? Once or twice, you managed to get hard enough to come and it splattered on the floor. Afterwards you would immediately run upstairs and get dressed, and then run downstairs and carefully wipe up the evidence while feeling extremely guilty. But now that your mother knew about your perversions and would see you naked soon enough, as would many others, you are finally free.

What better way to celebrate this new development in your life? You stand up and strip down, then open the door to the hallway. The house is completely quiet. You assume your mother is asleep, as she usually was at this hour. As you step outside your room, you still feel that slight anxiety, that feeling that it wasn't too late to turn back, you could probably absolve your mother from her punishment, or at least giver her a new one, perhaps to forget about your secret, but push the thought out of your mind. You walked downstairs. Even though you weren't worried about being caught, you still left the lights off. You liked the feeling of walking around in the dark. Somehow it made the whole experience feel more naughty and fun.

Each previous night you had done this, you thought that night might be the night where you finally dare to step outside, that your level of arousal would cloud your judgment that you just wouldn't care anymore. And then surely you would be caught, and your life would be ruined. The danger both excited and terrified you. Would tonight be that night? No, there would be time for that. You wanted to give your mother a chance to strike first.

You walked from room to room, stroking your cock, as you thought about what she might have planned for you. What would that brain of hers come up with, how best did she think it to expose her son to strangers? You wondered if she was dreaming about it right now, as she slept. Did she dream about her son naked? You stood in the middle of kitchen, between the desk and the sink and, to the thought of your own mother dreaming about her son naked in public, you came all over the floor. But this time, while your mind was a little clearer, as it usually was after you busted a nut, there was no shame. You didn't have to run back upstairs. You stood there, slowly stroking the last few drops of cum onto the kitchen floor.

You walked around for a little more, enjoying not having to be in any hurry, with the knowledge that your cum was drying on the floor as you sat in a chair or sprawled out on the couch. You reminded yourself not to fall asleep as you laid on the couch, but then you remembered that it didn't matter. You could fall asleep right here if you wanted to. Your mother would wake up in the morning and find you there. Would she notice the cum? Would she wake you up, or would she let you sleep in, like that?

But you didn't fall asleep, you still wanted the first time to be a result of your mother's actions, rather than your own. You were almost glad that she didn't come downstairs tonight. You do wipe up the semen, but only because you didn't want her to slip on it, and you didn't get dressed first. You remained naked all the way until you returned to your room. You dressed with the door open. And just before closing the door, you glanced across the hall at the door to your mother's room. You once more thought about her sleeping there, and wondered what was going through her mind as it rested on her pillow. Then you closed the door and went to sleep, balls empty and worry free.

You woke up in the afternoon, having slept in. You went downstairs and got yourself a snack. You said hello to your mother, who was casually sitting and watching television, like normal. You returned to your room with a bag of chips and logged into your laptop while you decided what to do with the rest of your day. But something caught your eye. It was a notification for a social media site you rarely used anymore. Your only friend was your mother, and that was because she made you add her. Out of mindless curiosity you clicked on it to see what it was about.

You nearly choked on your chips when you saw why your mother's account was receiving so much attention, and why you were notified about it. It seems like your mother "accidentally" either hit livestream by mistake, or she "accidentally" left it on when she went to bed last night. And your little naked prance around the house was live-streamed to all of your mother's followers. Memories of the previous night replayed through your mind, and after remembering what else you did, you scrolled the replay to the end and until you saw yourself jerking off quite rapidly. You paused and hit play and watched yourself in third person as you came all over the floor. You could see the comments from your mother's friends, most of them other mom's in the neighborhood, commenting "what's going on?" "is that {male_name}?" "oh my god". They messaged your mother to pick up her phone or come to the computer but obviously that didn't happen.

You found yourself with your shorts off and stroking your cock as you watched the replay and read the comments. You would never be able to look those women in the eyes again, not after they knew what your penis looked like. At least it looked like an accident, although you came across like a complete pervert, it only looked like you did this in private and that you never intended people to see it, so your secret was still safe. You wondered if it really was an accident. If it wasn't, how could your mother have known that you would do that that night? But it was too much to be a coincidence. Nonetheless, what was done was done, and it could not be undone. It is well known that once it’s on the internet it can never go away. You had the feeling that this was the beginning of your downward spiral into depravity. Your promotion the previous night turned out to be true, the moment you stepped stripped and stepped downstairs there was no turning back.

You knew that the site would soon delete the footage, and you made sure to download a copy, which took some effort, but you managed it. Dozens of MILFs just saw you masturbate, and you had to live with it. And to that thought you ejaculate all over your stomach, eagerly awaiting whatever else your mother had in mind.