I pulled my shorts down and stroked my c**k to the single most exciting thing I had ever seen.
Mom was getting close; her pace increased and got more frantic. I went faster, wanting to climax with her.
She gasped, and I saw her release cover the counter as I shot all over the wall behind that door. My foot slipped, and I hit the squeaky stair tread.
"Jason?" Mom said as she kicked the box away and wiped down the counter with her T-shirt. "Why is the shower still running?"
"I forgot a towel," I said as I took off my shirt and leaned out. "Is there one down here?"
"Oh, yes, hold on," Mom said, her face red as she walked over to the dryer and pulled one out tossing it to me. "Don't leave the water running; it costs a fortune down here."
At the top of the stairs, I paused and peeked back
