Mom Caught Me pt. 1

I received a PC from my grandfather for my 18th birthday and spent most of senior year discovering the wonders of the internet. I quickly became the one to beat in chess club with the intricate and advanced strategies I learned from chess sites. I became fairly decent at drawing my favorite cartoon characters, I studied photography, weightlifting, golf, military history, anything that sparked my interest.

While waiting patiently in the lunch line one day at school, I was snapped out of my drooling cheeseburger daydream by the word “tits”. After some careful eavesdropping, it appeared that some kids in front of me discovered a place on the internet with animated naked women. I mentally wrote down the name of the site just out of mere curiosity and sprinted off the bus to my PC later that day.

With a shaky hand, I quickly typed in the URL of the website and hit “enter”.

The first picture that greeted me was of a character from Sailor Moon. (don’t ask me how I knew that). She was on her back with her hands tied up over her head and her shirt was ripped open down the middle. Her massive tits were shiny and slick looking and appeared to be dripping with sweat or some other liquid. A shredded strip of her shirt was still hanging from the end of one of her oversized nipples to illustrate the violence with which her shirt was ripped open. Her legs were also spread wide open and her skirt was pushed up just enough to see the bottom half of her little slit. It was slightly agape and oozing out some sort of liquid into a puddle under her little ass.
That’s when I heard my door open.

“Jeff I need he-” Mom stood in the doorway, her eyes focusing in on what was on my monitor.

“Mom it’s for a project.” I quickly said with as much confidence as possible. I didn’t attempt to cover what was on my screen due to the admission of guilt it would undoubtedly present.

Her eyes slightly flared with anger, because of the obvious lie I just told or the image on my screen, I wasn’t sure yet.

“What class is it for?” she calmly began the strategic process of picking my lie apart. She’s good at it. I couldn’t admit to the truth this time, so I began my counter-attack.

“It’s for art” I countered. She took one menacing step into my room and folded her hands under her arms.

She was wearing a tank top, like she usually does while working around the house, and the act of her arm folding served to push her breasts up into a nice cleavage valley at the top of her tight-fitting tank top.

“What is the assignment?” She asked through ever-so-slightly gritted teethe. I faltered. I expected her to ask something like “why would they ask you to look at dirty pictures!?” or “What the hell are you doing looking at that!?”

I had to think fast.

“The assignment is to, um, report on why the woman form is so difficult to depict in art” I said flatly, rotating my desk chair to face her while I was spewing out my lie.

Her jaw relaxed slightly. Had she believed me?

“That animation is hardly the true depiction of a woman form” she stated firmly. “What are you hoping to gain by looking at that?”

“I don’t know” I kept my eyes directly on hers. “I’m looking around at many different art styles of the woman body”.

She relaxed her arms slightly. Am I winning?

“Was the assignment to study naked women? I have a hard time believing your teacher wants you to look at naked pictures on the internet” She still doesn’t completely believe me.

“I figured it would be the best way to learn about the shape of a womans body” I was so deep in lies by now that I couldn’t give up my stance. I’d be grounded for two months if she found out everything I just said was a lie.

She walked over to my bed which sits directly next to my PC.

“What other ‘styles’ were you looking at?” she sat down on my bed, her tits jiggled sexily when her ass made contact.

“You know.. Different art styles” I don’t know anything about art styles.

“Show me” She shot back quickly. I knew I had to come up with something fast. I immedeately rotated my chair towards the monitor and deftly navigated to my favorite search engine. I wanted to stay in the same genre to create the illusion that I had spent some time researching this. So I typed in the word I remembered seeing at the top of the screen on the previous site, “Hentai”.

That was not the right word to type. I clicked on the first site quickly and I was presented with an image similar to the one before, except this woman was completely naked. She was sprawled completely out on the ground in a puddle of some indescribable slime and there were massive snake-like tentacles invading her orifices. Her eyes were bulged out with panic and one slimy tentacle was lodged deeply into her throat. Another thicker tentacle was deeply rammed into her pussy. And a third tentacle was wrapped tightly around her body to hold her in place. Her tits were again, immense, and dripping with sweat and tentacle slime. Her little cunt was drooling out some unknown mixture of juices around the edges of the large invading tentacle.

My dick began to harden quickly.

“See. Similar style, different artist”

Mom smirked knowingly. This was way too obvious. I should have typed in “animated woman form” or something more simple. Damn!

“What other styles?” She’s just trying to see how many lies I’ll tell now.