Re-Post
I realize I should have just posted the text to the story I posted earlier so apologies...
SO here you go::
Eros - Fast Fiction - Mother May I
I remember when she caught me doing it in the laundry room.
She didn't say much not even don't do it again. My mother was never really was angry at all.
She just smiled and said make sure you clean up after yourself.
We never talked about it or had "the talk". Every so often, I would lock my self in the bathroom and when I came out sweaty, she would just smile and go back to whatever she was doing.
Once she had a pair of her panties on the kitchen table when I arrived home from school and asked me to jerk off onto them.
Later, she had me jerk off into paper towels that she had ready, then she suggested different places for me to shoot my cum. I came in the sink while she watched over my shoulder, onto plates, into cups and glasses.
Jerking off onto her panties, bras, into her shoes and onto her t-shirts (both while she was wearing them and with them on the table) became a regular occurrence. I assume she chose items of her clothing that wouldn't stain and washed easily.
I often asked her whether she was horny too, and wanted to jerk off or if there was anything I could do for her.
"No, I just want to watch you do it.", was all she would say.
SO here you go::
Eros - Fast Fiction - Mother May I
I remember when she caught me doing it in the laundry room.
She didn't say much not even don't do it again. My mother was never really was angry at all.
She just smiled and said make sure you clean up after yourself.
We never talked about it or had "the talk". Every so often, I would lock my self in the bathroom and when I came out sweaty, she would just smile and go back to whatever she was doing.
Once she had a pair of her panties on the kitchen table when I arrived home from school and asked me to jerk off onto them.
Later, she had me jerk off into paper towels that she had ready, then she suggested different places for me to shoot my cum. I came in the sink while she watched over my shoulder, onto plates, into cups and glasses.
Jerking off onto her panties, bras, into her shoes and onto her t-shirts (both while she was wearing them and with them on the table) became a regular occurrence. I assume she chose items of her clothing that wouldn't stain and washed easily.
I often asked her whether she was horny too, and wanted to jerk off or if there was anything I could do for her.
"No, I just want to watch you do it.", was all she would say.