I Got Caught by My Mom

Having just recently discovered what masturbation is all about, I guess I couldn't stop doing it. I seemingly had a hardon all day in school, and couldn't wait to get home and get naked in my room. Being the oldest of 6 kids, I was lucky to have a room to myself, but it was small in comparison but still private. Or so I thought... My mom was a nurse but she had some sort of strange schedule. She would generally be working during the weekdays, but something happened and now she was working every other weekend and had several weekdays off. Didn't matter much to me, I had not yet discovered the joys of working for a living. I only knew I had a constant hardon, and if I didn't do something to relieve the pressure I was gonna explode. I had found this trashy paperback in my mom's nightstand drawer, way in the back bottom drawer. I didn't think she would miss it, and had been reading it now that I understood what all the strange terms meant. Things like cum and clit and bum and such were starting to make sense, I had never seen them written in such a way before. It was kind of exciting, the way a book can make a mental picture, and the trashy novel was all about an older gentleman and his new young wife being ravished on their honeymoon. I read intently and couldn't help but start rubbing my erection thru my underwear, the book described a 'penis as large as a forearm' and 'hairy bush so matted it hurt going in' and things that I could only imagine as a teenager. I had never seen a pussy before, but had lots of occasions to see boobs. I didn't know what existed in the vee between a woman's legs, other than to imagine it was covered in hair. Before you know it I was naked, spread eagled on the edge of my bed, cock in hand and pumping away. I read more about the man 'thrusting for all his life' and 'wet slurping noises that were sure to alarm the neighbors'... I had to stop and think about some of the words, as I still didn't quite know what might be going on. It didn't take too long to figure most of it out, but I still had my doubts about what actually existed between a woman's legs. 'So THAT'S where my book went' I heard shouted at me. And there was my mother, arms full of clean clothes, watching me naked as a j-bird jacking away with one hand and her steamy paperback in the other. As soon as I saw her, my hardon disappeared. Well, that is one way to get rid of it... 'When you are done with my book just put it back' she said, and proceeded to put my clothes across the room on my dresser. I was still sitting there naked, not knowing quite what to do, in shock at what just happened. 'Don't stop on my account' she said as she turned to walk over to the door. 'What's the matter? Not excited anymore?' she asked, and I just sat there still not uttering a word. I couldn't speak. I was dumbfounded by it all, too shocked to cover up and not knowing what to do or say. 'I see you still don't have much hair down there' she joked, and then I looked down at my cock, which was coming back to life. The blood was flowing again, and I looked back up at my mother, huge boobs and no bra, which activated the hardon response again. 'I guess not. it just doesn't grow much." I said in an effort to appear normal. Still not knowing what to do, I grabbed my cock again, but just held it trying to take in the situation. 'You can keep going' she said, 'unless you can't get it up like your father...' My dad drank a lot, and I think it was because of a combination of ED and hatred for my mother. Either way, they had stopped sleeping together, as my dad worked nights and my mom was on some sort of rotational work schedule. 'I don't know if I can' I said, and tried to stroke it a couple times, still in shock of being bare-ass naked in front of my mother. My cock was growing again, but still not hard enough to jerk it off, and I didn't know what I should do with my mother there watching. Now that my naked barrier had been broken with my mother, it seemed like I could start jerking again, but I couldn't read the book with those big boobs straining her shirt and her intense eyes watching my every move. I awkwardly tried to stroke it a couple times, but it didn't feel quite right with her watching me and her hands on her hips sort of disapproving of what I was doing, as if I was doing it wrong or something. I tried to pick up the book again, but I had lost my spot and fumbled about and dropped it on the floor. I reached down to pick it up then I looked up at her and she was unbuttoning her shirt. 'Here. This might help,' she said as she pulled her shirt out of the way and let those gigantic melons hang free in front of me. 'Take your hand off your pecker' she said, 'I wanna see you get hard looking at your mommy's boobies'. I sat back, put my hands on the bed behind me and let my cock stand out in full glory. It certainly did rise to the occasion, and I think she got a good look at my huge balls, because she asked 'Don't your nuts hurt? Don't you want to relieve the pressure?' And with that I grabbed my cock, still staring at those long nipples sticking out from those huge globes I only had a chance to get a glimpse of in the past. I stroked it a couple times and then started to moan... 'Here it comes' I screamed, and she just stood there as I squirted 4-5 long ropes towards her onto the floor. I kept jerking, as my erection still wouldn't subside, and cum kept dribbling out as I pumped away. 'Be sure to clean that up and put my book back' she said and turned to leave. She was buttoning up her shirt and then turned to me and said 'Maybe next time you could close the door or hang a sock on the knob'. I was still in shock. What had just heppened? Next time? I couldn't even think about THIS time much less the next time. And yes, there would be a next time, as my nasty mother couldn't just leave well enough alone...