Mum noticed the tent in my shorts

It was so warm outside that at least it seemed the summer had finally arrived. Well, for a few days at least knowing the British weather, but any excuse to put shorts on instead of jeans and I’m there.

In fact, shorts and a T-shirt was all I was wearing as I decided to ditch the boxers for a cooler feeling. They were a loose design allowing for plenty of movement which in fact felt extremely good. So good in fact that I could feel myself getting a semi on as my balls hung low in the heat of the day.

It had been a while since I last had any action and so I was feeling rather horny. My wife had been busy with work and had left 2 days earlier for a weeks’ residential conference, meaning I had more room to stretch out in bed at night, although I obviously missed her being there.

I had left the office at lunchtime for a meeting at one of our sites which happened to be close to home only to find when I got there that the guy I was supposed to meet had had to postpone due to a ‘personal crisis’ leaving me at a bit of a loose end. I couldn’t be bothered to travel back to the office deciding that I could continue some of my work at home which is where I was now. I had ditched the trousers and shirt for my shorts and T-shirt grabbing a beer from the fridge which I nearly emptied in one go as the cold liquid felt so good going down. In fact, I swirled the lager around in the bottle deciding it would be silly to leave a small amount in there, so gulped it down and swapped it for a full one.

As I sat squinting at my iPad screen in the garden I felt the hit of the alcohol which felt good, only to be added to with another swig from my second bottle.

My semi-erection seemed to come from nowhere, which I now pressed the bottom of the bottle of beer against having the effect of feeling cool against my cock whilst also sending pleasant shivers through my groin.

It only took me a couple of minutes to see I had no e-mails worth bothering about, plus the fact the screen was hard to see in the glare of the sun so I put it down and found myself using my spare hand to stroke my balls under the loose leg of my shorts. We were in a lucky position not to be overlooked by any neighbours causing me to smile when I thought of last summer and impromptu night that led to us having sex in the garden in broad daylight!

The thought made me a little harder.

My hand was now fully inside the leg of my shorts cupping my balls completely as I remembered fucking my wife after she had given me a blow job right here where I sat now. Something that had been a first and unfortunately hadn’t been repeated since.

I took another swig of beer almost berating myself for nearly finishing a second bottle so quickly which was giving me a nice fuzzy feeling making me feel a little more relaxed than I perhaps should be feeling on a Wednesday afternoon.

I considered pulling my hardening cock from my shorts but was rather enjoying the feel of it pressing against the material restricting it not to mention the softness of my smooth scrotum which I had shaved only that morning in the shower.

I closed my eyes and laid my head back against the patio chair feeling the heat of the sun on my face as I continued to stroke myself in one hand whilst holding the almost empty beer bottle in the other as I considered going to the fridge for a third.

The wonderful calming effect of the alcohol was nearly as nice as the feeling of the summer sun as I sat trance-like deciding to keep teasing myself knowing it would make for an incredible orgasm later when I decided to wank myself off.

It was then that I heard the noise.

Had it been my own deep breathing that I had heard or could it really be…

I opened my eyes which took a few seconds to focus from the bright sunlight to see a figure stood at the patio doors only 5 feet away.

Who?

What?

How?

Shit!

“Mum?”

“Hi there David, I thought I’d surprise you and cook you a meal for when you got home from work but I see you’re already home” my mother said stood looking at me.

Typical mother thinking that when the wife is away I’m incapable of actually cooking myself a meal!

“I left work early” I said, my eyes still trying to focus properly.

“So I see” she said as if she didn’t approve.

“I thought I’d have a beer too as it was so hot” I added, lifting my bottle as if to show her.

“So I see” she said again.

“I changed out of my suit too” I said as if to state the obvious.

“So I see” she repeated once more, her eyebrow lifted as if questioning me. “If you’re busy I can always come back tomorrow” she added.

Busy? I was the opposite of busy at this precise moment. But then it dawned on me what she meant as my hand still cupped my balls under the inside of my shorts leg.

“No, I’m, erm, not busy at all, I was just…” I stammered slowly pulling my hand from my shorts trying not to make it too obvious.

“I can see what you were just doing David so like I said, I can always come back tomorrow” she said.

I blushed. Damn! This was only the second time in my life I had been caught ‘mid-flow’, the first time was when I was about 14 and mum walked into the bathroom one day whilst I was in the bath stroking myself laid in the water pushing my erection up and out above the water line as she promptly apologised and retreated quickly, never mentioning it at that time or any time over the next 24 years since.

“No, please stay, it was just that I…..” I sat up, my hand now over the top of my shorts rather than inside them to try and hide the obvious bulge that I thought would have shrunk through embarrassment, but which seemed to throb even harder under my touch.

“Don’t worry dear, it’s natural” she said, the words shocking me for some reason.

I gave her an awkward smile as she lifted the bags that she held by her sides. “Spaghetti Bolognese OK?” she asked, seemingly brushing off the incident.

I just nodded.

She turned and walked back into the kitchen laying the bags on the worktop before opening the fridge. I heard the hiss of the beer as she opened another bottle, appearing again at the door, only this time taking a step outside holding the bottle out in my direction.

I took it from her, swapping it for the one I had just drained which she placed on the table beside us. She then pulled a chair from under the table and sat down telling me how she had seen my car in the drive and knocked but hadn’t got a reply. She had her own key which she used to unlock the front door, calling out again but still not getting any reply.

I took another drink, nodding at her words feeling the liquid go some way to cool the heat I felt more from embarrassment than sun.

Then I felt mums hand on my knee.

It was a gentle touch, and one she had done many times in the past as she showed concern about me. But this time it felt a little different.

“You sure everything’s OK son?” she asked.

I nodded, but then tensed a little as I felt her hand rise above my knee.

“You and Becky are still good aren’t you?” she asked, her hand still, but her fingers gently stroking my skin.

I nodded wondering what she meant, but guessing she was questioning our physical relationship.

“She is still looking after my little boy isn’t she?” mum asked, her eyes staring into mine as if trying to read my answer in my reaction.

Mum has always been a bit old fashioned in her ways, having been in a lucky position of not having to work as she met dad young having me just a year after they wed where she continued to be a ‘stay-at-home’ mum with dad earning more than enough to keep us comfortable financially.