I walked towards my room, which was actually the guest room, when I heard Mom on the phone. I think she was talking to Dad, telling him that we had arrived and that we were safe and sound. I walked through the doorway into my room and was hit with memories of me and my hand. I had spent too many lonely nights in that room.
I heaved my luggage onto the bed and started unpacking. I took out my clothes in the order I had packed them, shirts in one pile and pants in another, when I heard knocking on the door behind me.
“Hey Sweetie. Got everything?” she inquired.
She was leaning against the doorway and smiling gently at me. I couldn’t help but admire her hourglass figure which was on full display, thanks to her tight fitting sweater and jeans.
I quickly turned back toward my luggage and checked all the pockets. Toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant, hairbrush, shampoo, and body-wash, everything I’d need.
I looked back up at my mom, who was waiting patiently, “Yeah, I’ve got everything. You?”
“I sure do.” She pushed away from the doorway before continuing, “I’m headed out to grab some groceries before it gets too late, alright?”
I sat on the bed next to my luggage before sarcastically responding, “Having food here this weekend would probably be a good idea.”
Mom moved up and kissed me on the forehead before walking out the door, “I’ll be back soon, call if you need anything,” she called out from the hallway.
“Be careful out there!” I yelled back.
I listened carefully for a moment, waiting. Then I heard the front door close. I fell back on the bed, unzipping my jeans and pulling my hardened prisoner from its cell. I started tugging away, thoughts of my mother rushing through my head. She was on her back, beckoning me, completely naked. I imagined myself trailing my hand along her toned calves to those thick thighs and up her hips to her waist. I dipped down and kissed her full lips tenderly, then pushing my hand further up, to her breast… ugh fuck. My body convulsed, and my hips bucked into my hand as I came.
It had only taken a few minutes to come, to the thought of my naked mother. A wave of guilt, and my semen, quickly rushed over me. My brain didn’t agree with my dick, apparently. I looked down at myself while sitting up. It was trailing down my stomach.
I walked into the bathroom that was next to my bed, making sure nothing dripped off onto my pants or the floor. I cleaned up with some tissues and water, then dried off. I finished putting away my clothes before lying back on the bed. Grabbing the remote behind my head, I turned on the TV. White noise was playing proudly on the screen. I started flipping through channels. Only after maybe twenty channels of static, did I realize that the snow was probably interfering with the connection.
Frustrated, I turned off the TV and tossed the remote off the bed and onto the floor. I rotated my body onto its side and tried to fall asleep. As per usual, my mind became overactive when I was trying to get it to relax. Thoughts of my mother were running through my head. Only after giving up trying to disperse the thoughts, did my mind give up trying to disturb my rest and I fell into a nice cat nap.