As usual, I grabbed my beer and lay on the end of the couch with the foot rest. For the first half of the movie, my mother was at the opposite end of the couch in the fetal position, but when we took our almost customary mid movie break, she shifted over to lay her head on my stomach. I begin to curse myself for wearing just boxers again. I had managed to go all through the first half without getting an erection, but now with my mother there and after what had happened, I didn’t know what I was going to do.
Sure enough, after we started the movie up again, the obligatory shower scene started and man it was hot. I’ve got to hand it to her, she just doesn’t get old. However, I had different problems on my mind. I was starting to grow and there was no way that I was going to be able to hide it from my mother.
I decided to play dumb and act like I was sleeping. It was a stupid plan, but I couldn’t think of anything else to do. I started making wheezing breathing noises and even smacked my lips for emphasis. I felt like an idiot. But I kept going with it.
Then, just as before, I felt the gentle fingers on my boxers and this time all she had to do was move the flaps and it came springing out. I couldn’t tell just how much room there was between her face and my rigid cock, but I could feel her breath on the tip and it was making me throb. Again, however, she just lay there, not doing anything. Perhaps she was observing, or looking at it for some other purpose, but whatever it was, I couldn’t even begin to imagine.
After a few minutes, I felt her pull the fabric of my boxers back over my pointing cock. As she did it, I made more sleeping sounds just to make sure she wasn’t worried.
“Hey, Johnny?” She paused, ‘hey Johnny, wake up.”
“What, is the movie over?” I was acting.
“No, but I think I’m going to bed now. I’m feeling really tired and I think I know how it ends.”
“Ok, Mom, do you need anything before you go?”
“No, thank you sweetheart. I’m just fine.”
Ok, now what in the hell is going on? She’s acting so weird. It wasn’t till later that I put it together and figured that she was going to masturbate. At the time, however, I was so hopped up on hormones that I couldn’t even begin to figure it out.
The next day my mother pulled me aside and said that she needed to talk to me. We both walked into the living room and sat on the couch. She had a very worried, sorry look on her face.
“Johnny, I need to talk to you.”
“Sure mom, you OK? You look kinda worried.”
“Well, I think I’ve done something bad, and I need to make it right.”
“Jeeze mom. You’ve got me worried. What it is?”
“Well, last night, I did something that I shouldn’t have. I violated your privacy.”
“What did you do?” I knew where this was going a while ago, but at this point it was almost a game to play stupid.
“Well, while we were watching the movie, you fell asleep.” She paused and looked at the ground. I leaned in to encourage her to continue. “And while you were asleep, I took out your penis to look at.”
“Oh.” I said with my best look of surprise.