How Embarrassing 1

An experience shared by Ed:

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Whilst this doesn’t start off in the most alluring way, it commenced what was an amazing time in my life. I remember it like it was yesterday and use it again and again for inspiration, although it happened about 20 years ago.

I was 17 and very ill with chicken pox. I was off school for almost a month. I could hardly move and had to have special baths to sooth the sores. Really the only places without sores were my face (very lucky no scars!), feet, hands, and my genitals. I had to be patted dry with a towel, and as Mum was the one usually around it was her job. All had gone okay with no embarrassing situations for the first two weeks, and then one day – total embarrassment.

I was standing naked in the bathroom with mum patting my back dry with a nice soft towel, working from my shoulders down to my feet. For some reason, that day I reacted to the soothing bath and drying by getting a massive erection. Mum was kneeling behind me and said, “Turn around, time for the front.”

I didn’t know whether to run out to my room, tell Mum it would be best to wait a minute or two (and hope my cock went flaccid), or what. My heart was beating a million miles an hour and my cock was pulsing – I was so excited for some reason. In my confusion, and being both excited and horny (goodness knows why), I decide to just turn around. With Mum having been kneeling down, my erection was basically level her with face, and it was throbbing. Mum looked shocked. I was embarrassed and wishing I had run to my room. All I could do was stand there and say, “I’m sorry.” Mum said, “Don’t be sorry. I’m surprised this hasn’t happened before with me drying you like I have to. Come on let’s get you all dry.” So Mum stood up and started patting me dry from my shoulders downwards.

Mum wasn’t bad looking, quite stylish and always well dressed, if not a little on the conservative side. She had quite a good body and was in her early 40s. Generally she wore skirts just above the knee and a pretty blouse (or a skin-tight t-shirt or tank top!), with the top few buttons undone of course – she wasn’t a prude and she knew she had a pretty good set of breasts. I had noticed Mum’s lingerie collection was quite extensive, and I did get to see her in a nightie or baby-doll very occasionally. I must admit I had gone through her dresser drawers a few times, but that is another story.

Mum also knew I had some girly magazines in my bedroom, and she was always casual enough to read them (doing the puzzles pages apparently), but she was also cool enough to say a particular model was pretty or had a great body or boobs. I could even say to her that I liked a particular model, TV presenter or character on a show if they had on something revealing or didn’t have a bra on. She was pretty cool, and all my friends thought my mum was one of the coolest!

Anyway – Mum was drying me and went from my shoulders to my tummy, down my sides and onto my legs, avoiding my erection that had definitely not gone down. She was on her knees drying my lower legs and feet. Then she sat back on her haunches and said, “There you go, all done.” The thing I noticed was she didn’t try to get up to leave the bathroom. I stood there facing her, my cock still throbbing and said, “I am so sorry, Mum. I don’t know what happened.” She replied, “That’s okay, it must have felt nice with the towel and you got a little excited this time. It’s okay, I’ve seen an erection before, it’s just that it’s your father’s normally.” We both laughed a little nervously and I was feeling very light headed.

Mum was still on her haunches and looking me up and down. “If we’re all done here, I should probably go and leave you to look after that,” she said, staring directly at my cock. Again, Mum didn’t go to get up or move. She stayed right where she was. I was thinking to myself, “Why hasn’t she got up?” Then I stopped all thinking processes, obviously I was just too excited to think normally.

Mum had on one of her usual blouses and I could see a little cleavage. She was just continuing to kneel there, sitting on her haunches. As a consequence of no longer thinking normally, I put my hand on my cock and slowly stroked it. Mum looked straight at my cock and said nothing. I said to her, “Can I? I’m sorry, but I need to, Mum.” She nodded and watched me. I stroked my throbbing cock, slowly and deliberately, with my Mum about a foot away from me, staring straight at what I was doing.

I took a small step towards her, still stroking, and she stayed stock still, just watching me masturbate. I said to her, “Sorry, Mum, so sorry, I need to do this, I want you to see this. I don’t know why.” All Mum said was, “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay. You can do it. I won’t stop you. I’m staying right here for you.”

Her words were music to my ears. My heart was pounding so much, my head was spinning and I was still slowly stroking my cock right in front of my mother. I was trying to look down her top at her cleavage and she noticed. I said to her, “Thank you. You always look so pretty.” She thanked me and again said, “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay, calm down and do what you need to do.” My head was spinning even more, I stroked my cock and took a very small step forward. I was right in front of her, her head level with my cock, and only about 20 centimetres from it. Mum did not move. She said, “I know you need to do this. It’s okay. I’m here. It’s okay, baby.”

I was getting very close to having an orgasm; “spurting jizz” was the term at the time, I think. Mum’s soothing words were said in a very calming tone, and I loved hearing them, but they were pushing me closer to the edge.

She noticed me looking at her cleavage and looked down. She could tell there was just enough on show. I could even see a little bit of the edge of her bra, it was white and lacy. I was close to climaxing and confused as to what to do. I didn’t know if I should just ejaculate all over her, or point it to the bath or the bathroom sink and spurt in there. I was beginning to moan. She again said, “It’s okay, baby. I’m here for you. It’s okay.”

She then moved and was now kneeling right in front of me. She reached out and touched my cock, she began stroking me, saying, “It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, baby. I’m here for you.” I couldn’t believe it. I said to her faintly, “I’m close, I’m close to spurting.” (What a cool thing to say – not I’m going to cum, Mum!” – which would have been really cool!)

I had taken my hand off my cock and she was stroking, and when I told her I was close to finishing she cupped her other hand in front of my cock and said, “Cum in my hand.” She had moved a little closer to get into position to both stroke me and catch my jizz in her hand. Her hand cupped in front of my cock, she stroked me and said again, “Cum in my hand, baby” I told her to stroke me faster which she duly did. I said, “Faster, please.” She got a little faster still with her hand cupped in front of my cock. I was almost there.

I moaned. I moaned again and began to move my hips a little, a small couple of thrusts. Then it happened: I “spurted my jizz.” As Mum had picked up her pace a little, and I was doing little thrusts, I couldn’t just ejaculate into her cupped hand, there was a bit too much movement and I was way too excited. I truly spurted everywhere, some hit her wrist and arm, missing her cupped hand, but most of it was on her face and in her hair (although I hadn’t noticed the hair jizz at that stage). Mum did not say a thing, she continued to stroke my cock, although she did point it towards her chest where more spurts landed on her chest, cleavage, and her blouse.

All up, there would have been five massive spurts, and Mum was literally covered in my jizz. She let go of my cock and went back on her haunches with my cum on her face, in her hair, on her chest, running down between her breasts, and over her blouse. We both said nothing.

We just looked at each other for a few precious moments before I faintly said, “Thank you, Mum. Thank you so much. I’m so sorry it went everywhere.” She looked down at her chest and blouse and got me to hand her a small mirror. She looked at her face in the mirror and said, “It did go everywhere.” She put the mirror down, used her fingers to get the jizz off her face and then rubbed both hands on her chest and breasts, smearing my semen over herself. She then said, “It’s all okay, baby, it’s all okay.” We both smiled at each other.

With that, Mum got up off the floor, gave me a little peck on the cheek and said, “I need to clean up. I think this top needs to go straight into the wash,” and took it off right in front of me. She was standing there in her white lace bra and skirt. I was still naked with half a boner, which was coming back to life. I said, “Mum,” and looked down. She saw my hardening cock and laughed saying, “No, no, no! That is one you will truly have to look after yourself.”

That was the first of several things that happened between us, relatively regularly, over about two years before I moved out. That being said, some visits back home were truly memorable.

Straight after that first incident, Mum went and put the washing on, still wandering around in her bra and skirt. Then she went to her room and closed the door. I went to my room and masturbated like crazy thinking about what just happened and about what Mum might be doing. I’d finished and cleaned up and was dressed lying on my bed watching TV. Mum came out of her room looking a little flushed with a short sheer robe on with nothing underneath. She asked if I was okay, to which I replied, “Most definitely.” She smiled, came over and kissed me on the cheek again and said, “After all that, I think I may need a shower to wash my hair!”

That was the day both our lives changed forever.

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