This one isn’t that erotic
The first one was when I was 15. I had my own room by then and I was enjoying my newfound privacy. We were supposed to go grocery shopping that afternoon, but I was naked and had just gotten out of the shower and really wanted to cum like right now. I was laying on my bed masturbating when my mom knocked on my door. Her: Are you busy in there? Me: Yeah, kinda... (pause) Her: Okay. You have like ten minutes to finish up, then we really have to get going. Me (blushing furiously): Don’t worry. I’m almost done. Once I heard her footsteps walking away, I went back to rubbing off. True to my word, I was done in less than ten minutes, and I even had a couple minutes left over to let the telltale red flush on my face and boobs go away. The second one was when I was in college and staying at her new place over Winter Break. She came in my room, sat down next to me and said “Honey, I know you’re gonna want to text your boyfriend while you’re here. The bed squeaks a little, so just lock the door and turn your music up if you need some privacy while you’re talking to him.” I just smiled and said “Thanks Mom.”
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