The 3 Weeks of Sexual Pleasure Pt. 1 (MOM)

It was a typical Sunday here in the small town of Richmond. I was woken up at 9 by my mother and was told I needed to take a shower because we would be leaving for church shortly. It took a lot of my strength but I finally stirred from my bed, morning wood at full mass, and clamored toward the bathroom. My movements more or less looked like those of a drunken fool rather than a 16 year old teenager. Rather than get straight into the shower I sat down and thought about the previous night. I was very nervous that I had forgotten to delete the messages on my phone since they were extremely sexual and inappropriate. I decided not to worry about it and slowly stepped into the shower. The warm water running down my back was refreshing and I slowly began to awaken from my zombielike state. I got out of the shower, toweled myself off and got dressed. I went back into my room and made my bed then made my way downstairs. As I was walking down the steps I overheard my mom talking to my dad telling him that they needed to have a talk with me. My heart stopped as I now knew that my nightmare had come true.

The day went on rather uneventfully and I figured maybe they had forgotten so my mind wasn’t racing as much. That was until I heard the delicate voice of my beautiful mother call my name and tell me that they needed to talk to me. Slowly, I crept into the kitchen where they both stood looking at me. I was surprised to see that their faces both had a look of normalcy and there was no apparent rage or anger. The silence was finally broken when I told them that I knew what they wanted to talk about and that I wouldn’t let it happen again. However, this wasn’t enough for them. The conversation ended up being about having sex when you’re ready and not making it something that you just do for fun. I chuckled in my head at the thought of sex not being fun but I didn’t let it show. They also told me that if I ever wanted to have sex, I need to remember to wear a condom so that I wouldn’t have a present 9 months later. Nearly 25 minutes later I was headed to bed with thoughts of having sex still on my mind. It took jacking off to get it out of my head.

The next few days went on as normal and nothing seemed to have carried over from that awkward night in the kitchen however, little did I know it was about to get strange. My Dad was supposed to go on a business trip overseas starting that weekend and he would be gone for nearly 3 weeks. Thoughts of fucking my mom quickly entered my head knowing it would be just me and her at home for the next 3 weeks.