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Foursome takes vacation; over time comes to an end.

Mortified. I felt like such a pervert. I couldn't believe she caught me masturbating. She saw everything.

My mother saw my cock, my balls, and my pubic hair. She saw everything. She saw me masturbating. She saw me shoot cum across the room. Fuck, I didn't even clean it up.

Yet, what was I supposed to do? Was I supposed to get up off the couch, while trying to preserve whatever modesty I had left and get on my hands and knees with my pants down around my ankles to clean up my own cum? She's probably on her hands and knees now cleaning my cum out of the living room rug, before it stains and hardens and remains there in the deep plush pile of the carpet forever, as evidence of my perverted lust.

I'm such a damn retarded pervert. I'm so embarrassed. How can I ever face her?

I stripped off all my clothes but for my tee shirt and put on my pajama bottoms. I pulled back the covers, turned off the light, and went to bed with the covers pulled tightly over my head. I was tired, anyway, exhausted really. After cumming off like that, I was drained. I needed to nap. I needed to hide myself in my room and never come out. How could I face my mother ever again?

I couldn't believe I actually fell asleep. I didn't know what time it was when I heard a knock on my bedroom door.

"Stephen. I made supper. C'mon, Honey, don't be embarrassed. Let's forget about what happened and what I saw. I didn't see anything really. Okay? It's Valentine's Day. I made you your favorite meal. And I bought a bottle of champagne. Come celebrate with me. Don't leave me out here alone on Valentine's Day of all days."

"Okay," I said rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

She sounded so sad and I didn't want to disappoint her and ruin her evening. I couldn't believe it was 8:00. I had slept for 3 hours. Only, I was still tired. Then, I remembered my Mom coming home early just as I was cumming off. She never comes home on time forget about coming home early.

This is the worst day of my life. I'm so embarrassed. How can I face her? What do I say to her? She saw my cock. She saw me masturbating. She watched me cum.

I slipped on my slippers and threw a loose bathrobe over my pajama bottoms. There was no need to get dressed and undressed again, when I'd be going to bed again soon. When I went out in the kitchen to get my plate of food, my Mom looked like she had been crying.

"Mom, what's the matter?"

I figured she was crying because her son is a pervert.

"Nothing. It's just Valentine's Day is depressing when you don't have that special someone in your life."

Tell me about it, I thought, suddenly missing Amy.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Only, I can't imagine how you must feel. It's been longer for you not having a special someone."

I suddenly felt so bad for my Mom. She's been alone and on her own for years. My feelings for her happiness eclipsed my feelings of loneliness, horniness, and embarrassment that she saw me shoot a load of my cum across the living room. I was just so glad that I had remembered my Mom with a card, flowers, and chocolates.

"Thank you for the card, the flowers, and the chocolates" she said. "C'mon, it's a special night. Let's sit in the living room while watching TV."

Once in the living room, I looked for the signs of my most embarrassing moment, but she must have already removed it. How embarrassing to have my Mom clean up my cum? Gees. Then, I spotted the champagne.

"Can we open the champagne?"

I looked at the bottle chilling in the ice bucket. I needed a drink to remove the thought from my mind that my Mom had seen my cock and watched me masturbating.

"Sure, that's a good idea to have it with our food. That way neither one of us will get tipsy."

Only, we both got more than a little tipsy.

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