You need to relieve yourself

You hurry to your room as you curse under your breath as you make your way up the stairs. You replay the memory of your mom seeing the tent in your pants and hoping she doesn’t completely disown you or think you are a pervert. You rush into your room and close the door behind yourself, absent minded forgetting to lock it. You need to apologize to her but your boner is screaming to be relieved first and foremost. You strip off your jeans and boxers and hop into bed. You grab your fully erect cock and try to think of anything besides your mom to help release your load. You try to think of some of your favorite porn stars as you stroke your cock but the image of your mother’s breasts in her robe flood into your mind.

You remember how soft they were on your face and how they bounced around as they defied gravity. You imagined what it would be like to see them completely uncovered and maybe even suck on them. You made one last effort to think of anything besides your mom’s delicious boobs but every thought led back to the memories from breakfast and you could feel yourself edging to an orgasm. You reach for your boxers since you can’t find your trusty nut rag and you feel yourself about to blow. You quickly engulf your boxers over your cock as it splurts out the warm, milky semen. You feel relieve but it quickly turns to shame as you think, “Goddamnit! Fuck! I just masturbated to the image of my mom… I know she’s attractive but it’s my mom…”

Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock on your door. You quickly throw your boxers and jeans to the other side of the room hoping your mom doesn’t notice them. You hear your mom ask through the door, “Honey, is everything alright? I’m coming in to check on you. ” You rush to your bed and hop under the sheets as your mom opens the door. You see her head poke through followed by her massive breasts that seems to be more prevalent since the sash seems to have loosened. She opens the door quietly and closes it behind her as you feel your heartbeat thump heavily in your chest as she makes her way closer to you. She sits herself on the edge of your bed and turns to face you, “Honey, I want you to know that we can talk about anything.” She inches closer and put her hand on your hand while saying, “I need to be honest with you about something.”