Date: Fri, 03 Jul 1998 00:30:04 -0500 From: Norman Subject: Mom's Eyes (This is my true story. It happened when I was 21 in 1974. If you have had similar experiences and would like to write to me, feel free to do so.) It was summer of 1974 when I returned home from my stay in the Air Force. It would be some time before I could find an apartment and get a job to support myself, so I was staying at my parent's house. While I was gone, my brother had my bedroom to himself and my single bed was sold. My sister had the other room and I therefore had to sleep on the sleeper sofa bed in the living room. On one morning I had stayed out very late the night before and was sleeping in. My father had taken the rest of my family to the beach. When I woke up, I was blessedly alone. Just then I had this raging hardon, the morning piss hardon, just pressing against the mattress. I have a very nice looking cut dick, 6 inches long and 5-1/2 inches around at it's girth. I turned over to free my cock and began to stroke it very slowly. My hand moves over my hairy chest, caressing my nipples and slithering down to my balls to roll them gently in my palm. I slide the skin of my dick up and down my now rock hard dick and enjoy feeling the ribs inside my penis. I fling the covers off of me so that now I am completely exposed. I then start to jack a little faster and began to moan softly with each stroke. Pulling my balls down while sliding the loose skin up and down made me feel that wonderful tingling that tells that I am about to shoot my sweet cum. I lift my head off the pillow to get a look at it shoot. Just then, about four feet from the foot of the fold out bed, my eyes met my mom, standing in the entrance to the hallway. She had been watching me! I thought I was alone in the house! But it turned out she had not gone with them. There I was about to shoot my wad, moaning a groaning and I saw her eyes staring right at my crotch. My mother had never seen my dick as a teenager and had never seen my dick hard before. I don't know how long she had been watching but as soon as I saw her I quickly pulled up the sheets and had to turn over to hide the obvious tent I was making. She turned and walked back into the hallway darkness. When she did, I walked into the hallway bathroom and started stroking for about two more minutes before shooting stream after stream of hot sticky fluid all over my stomach. Later when I came out she had my coffee ready for me to drink and said good morning to me. Out of sheer embarrassment I could not look at her directly in the eye for about two or three more days. She and I never spoke about it. I do think that she told my father, because later when he got home, after talking to my mother, he smiled at me in a strange way. I will never forget it. Even now, I still think about it when I am with my mom and wonder if she does too. I would have loved to see my fathers dick before he died, but sad to say, I never had the privilege. One time I did jack off with my brother -- but that's another story. Any comments are appreciated.