Saram figured it was time to admit he'd been thinking about his mom a lot lately. Not just thinking—fantasizing. He'd been fighting those wild teenage hormones, but a few nights ago, he finally gave in. He actually spied on her. It wasn't planned or anything. He'd just gone to her room to ask if she needed something before he went to bed. Then he caught her undressing, and yeah, that's when it all started.
Her door was open just a crack. Saram was about to knock when he saw her standing by her vanity. He'd seen her in nightgowns before, and she'd seen him in his boxers plenty of times, but this was different.
This was the first time he saw her completely naked. The image of her slim waist, curved hips, and smooth, pale skin was stuck in his head. He couldn't stop thinking about how perfect she looked.
When she bent over to grab her panties, his heart nearly stopped. Between her slightly spread thighs, he could see everything—her pussy, completely shaved, smooth as anything. The inner lips were pale pink, hanging just a bit, framed by the soft, puffy outer lips. It hit him hard, like nothing he'd ever seen.
He stood there, guilt and excitement mixing in his chest, as she sat down and started rubbing cream on her large, firm breasts. She worked the cream over the tops, then down to her nipples, rubbing until they were shiny. She poured more cream into her hands, lifted her breasts, and kneaded them slowly. He thought he heard a soft sigh—maybe it was hers, maybe it was his.
Saram couldn't move, his eyes wide, glued to her. It sounds dumb coming from an eighteen-year-old, but right then, he realized he loved his mom—not like a son should, but something else. He knew no one, not even his girlfriend, could ever take her place in his heart.
People might say it's just a horny teenage phase, that tons of kids fantasize about their moms or teachers or whatever. But that wasn't him. He'd never had a crush on a teacher or any older woman.
He was so worked up that day, he had to pull his dick out of his pants to keep from making a mess in his boxers. He fought hard not to finish, not just because of the guilt, but because he wanted the feeling to last. He wanted to keep watching her forever. But when she stood up and stretched her arms over her head, he lost it.
His cum hit the door so hard he swore she must've heard it. His knees buckled, and he barely stayed upright, fighting to keep from passing out. He'd jerked off plenty of times before, but this was different. It was the best, leaving him drained and dizzy.
When Saram opened his eyes, he saw his mom sitting on her stool again, staring into the mirror with a weird smile. His stomach dropped, terrified she'd spotted him. He bolted down the hall like a roach scattering when the kitchen light flicks on.
He felt guilty about that night for a long time, but not guilty enough to stop. From then on, Saram took every chance he got to spy on his mom. He even took big risks. He stuck a small strip of rubber on the bathroom and bedroom door frames so they wouldn't close all the way. She asked him to fix the doors a bunch of times, but he always "forgot" to get around to it.
Almost every night, he'd creep down the dark hallway to watch her undress for her bath or sit at her vanity, doing her usual routine before bed.
Sometimes, if he got really lucky, he'd catch her doing something naughty—on her bed or in the bathtub. Those moments sent him over the edge. He'd grab a pair of her panties and stroke himself until he finished.
Her breasts were unreal, and he never got tired of looking at them. Even when she was dressed, he'd catch himself staring at how round and soft they looked, jiggling a little when she moved.
Sometimes she noticed him staring, but she never seemed mad. Lately, when she caught him, she'd just shake her head and smile—like she used to when he was a kid sneaking cookies from the jar.
"Saram, can you finish the cleant table before going?"
Saram was suddenly awakened from his daydream. "I ... uh ... I uh ..."
The manager stared at him and waited.
"Yes, right away," Saram said and immediately went to clean table.