Control Ch. 2 Mom Steps In - Sex Stories

Control Ch. 2 Mom Steps In

... a nail, so I tried to keep my back turned as she passed me going in. Giving me a knowing smile, mom closed the door with, “I’ll be quick.”

“Please,” I called through the locked door, “ I don’t want the hot water to run out.”

“Buddy, you’re going to need a cold shower for that thing,” she said jokingly.

“What thing?” I asked innocently.

“That boner, Terry,” she laughed, “I saw it when you left and again when you got back. She must be hot, huh?”

“Mom,” I yelled with embarrassment.

The door opened when I heard the flush of the toilet. “You know what works better than a cold shower?” She asked, trying to be clinical, “Just go ahead and stroke it out. Just don’t do it in a towel again.”

“Mom,” I yelled in embarrassed disbelief, locking the door behind me. She was right, of course, but I really didn’t want to blow a good load in her precious towel, or better, in her panties, when I had the possibility of what my sister offered later.

Another knock on the door as I hung my towel on the hook. “Not in my panties either,” my mother yelled through the door with a laugh.

“Mom, please,” I yelled back. She could probably see my face flush red with embarrassment through the damned door. I hadn’t realized that she had known that I would sometimes do that.

‘Fuck it,’ I thought as I stepped under the cold stream of the shower. The effect was almost immediate. My dick wilted so quickly that it almost shocked me. Goosebumps covered my body, and I shivered ...

... uncontrollably until I added hot water to the shower. I figured that since my boner was a goner, it wouldn’t hurt.

Relieved, oddly, that my dick wasn’t hard, I dried my body and wrapped the damp towel around my waist. Deodorant and a quick combing through my hair and I walked into the hall to get to my bedroom. I should have guessed that it wouldn’t be so easy. Mom was walking from the master bedroom and said, “It looks like the shower worked.”

“Mom, please.” I said, gripping the towel, “It’s bad enough without you trying to embarrass me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,son,” she pouted, “You weren’t embarrassed running all over town with it shining like a spotlight.”

“I was trying to get rid of it,” my face bright red, “I don’t think anyone saw.”

“I got three phone calls from the lonely neighbor ladies,” she teased. “Everybody saw it. Cheyenne Wheatley, next door wants you to come clean her pool, but only after her husband goes to work.”

“Well, it’s gone now,” I said, nervously feeling a twinge in my loins. “I’m going to get dressed.”

“She must be a real hottie,” Mom continued, delaying my escape.

“C’mon, Mom,” I pleaded, my cock already beginning to swell again, “I need to get dressed.”

With a teasing smile, she said, “ Okay, okay. I’m only picking at you. You better go. He is pitching a tent again.”

Mom turned and let me off the hook, but walking away, she added, “You can use my panties if you want, I guess.”

“Mom,” I yelled, more mad than embarrassed now. She waved ...