Control Ch. 2 Mom Steps In - Sex Stories

Control Ch. 2 Mom Steps In

... over her shoulder with a laugh as she walked to the living room. Quickly, before anyone else saw my newly erected boner, I retreated to my bedroom. Closing the door, I dropped my towel on the floor and plopped on my bed. My stiff cock bobbed above my belly at a forty-five degree angle. I wondered if Mrs. Wheatley had really said those things.

I wanted to stroke and come so badly that I could taste it, but I didn’t want to ruin the possibilities. I just lay there and watched it bounce to the strum of my heartbeat. Long, thick, and hard, it stood there as if accusing me of something perverted. It must be true. Hell, I had to lie to my friend about it. I mean, she was my fucking sister, after all. Not only that, but I couldn’t take my eyes off my mom’s ass as she walked away in the damned hall. I was ruined.

Well, fuck if I was going to listen to his accusations. I wasn’t the one who started things with my sister and my mom, was the one trying to embarrass me. I grabbed my headphones and turned them up loud, laying back with my eyes screwed shut. Maybe some good music would take my mind off things. It seemed to be working, if only slightly. I was still hard but my sister and my mom weren’t the ones I was picturing now.

I was halfway through Blondie’s “Call Me,” when I felt something that startled me from my dirty, pop star fantasy. A warm hand gripped my still rigid cock, stroking it up and down twice and letting it go timidly when my eyes popped open.

“Mom,” I ...

... screeched, yanking the headphones from my ears, and cursing in front of her for the first time, “What the fuck?”

She stood there, her eyes flashing back and forth from my cock and my stare. She said nothing and didn’t move, her hand hovering just inches from my twitching shaft. What the hell are you doing?” I nervously croaked while trying to cover my boner with my pillow.

“Sorry,” she said, “I knocked on your door for several minutes and when you didn’t answer, I got worried.”

Finally getting myself covered, I growled, “That doesn’t explain why you touched me.”

I stood here for ten minutes trying to get your attention,” she laughed, still looking in the direction of my dick, “You don’t have to cover it. I had a good look at it while you were singing. It’s bigger than your dad’s.”

“Really?” I asked, then corrected myself, “I mean, too much information, Mom. And that doesn’t mean you can look at it, much less touch it.”

“Come on, honey,” she teased, pulling playfully at the pillow, “Give mommy a peek. It’s not like I haven’t seen it before.”

“Mom,” I protested, “You can’t see me like this.”

“Come on,” she persisted, “Your dad doesn’t even get hard anymore. I just want to see it. It’s really nice.”

“Again,” I said, “Too much information, Mom.”

Sliding her hand under the pillow, she again took my throbbing shaft in her hand and slowly and lovingly stroked it. My heart skipped a beat, and I moaned a long pleasurable moan, “Fuck, Mom, that feels so ...