Chris heard the door opening slowly and quickly adjusted his position, pulling the sheets up around him.
“How did I get here?” he wondered, almost aloud.
What the hell was he doing, in other words, taking these kinds of risks? Full out jerking off, not even under the covers, not even having closed the door fully first. Much less with a plan of where we would cum, how he would make it down the hall to the bathroom to clean himself without being seen. It was almost like he wanted to get caught, which of course, in his fantasies, he did.
He couldn’t think, he couldn’t calm himself. All he was was a bundle of lust. His giant hard-on pressed against the blanket, he made sure to keep his hands on the blanket too, on his legs, casually (he thought), applying pressure to keep his stiff cock as concealed as possible, to prevent it from making the blanket stick up and even wag uncontrollably back and forth. That’s right, his hard prick was jumping with excitement. He could feel a little pre-cum oozing out.
Mrs. Anderson, as he knew her, or just Elaine, as she knew herself, asked if everything was OK. She just wanted to check if he needed anything before she went to bed.
“Yes,” he said, everything was OK, and, “no,” he didn’t need anything.
But he could see her nipples in her white silk nightgown. How could everything be OK? He didn’t care that she was his friend’s mother. She was separated from her husband and still beautiful. She must have needs and he wanted her in a crazy frenzied way.
She, of course, had heard the sudden rustle and adjustment as she opened the door, and had smiled to herself. The silly boy actually thought he was concealing something. As if she hadn’t heard him from well down the hall, furiously wanking his 19 year old cock. She would have to teach him to slow down a bit, to savour his strokes instead of rushing, to really get the most out of his body and its wonderful sensations.
She smiled to herself, picturing his young firm body, before any of the corruptions that would come much later, the sagging, the balding. He was fit and in a great time in his life, ready to embark on sexual explorations. He was at the perfect point to learn to give and receive pleasure. As she pictured his young sweet dick, his naked ass, the deep dimples that showed when he smiled, she considered barging in and taking him between her legs right then and there.