I Can't Go to Reform School!

When I was 16 years old I was going through a delinquent phase. I had started smoking, skipping school, and my grades where shitty. One week I got suspended for hiding out in the girls' locker room. After my mom had left to drop off my two younger sisters to school, I snuck back into the house. I went into the kitchen, made a sandwich, went up to my room, and started watching TV. Before I knew it, I started thinking of the girls from the locker room, their small perky tits and round bubble butts. I felt my basketball shorts begin to feel a little snug. I pulled off my shorts and wrapped my hand around my 7in cock. What I didn't have in length, I made up with in thickness. I started to stroke myself and looked over at the door. I usually closed the door, but figured since everyone would be gone for most the day that I'd leave it open. Plus, it was kind of a turn on to think that I could get caught. I was really getting into it, but something was off. I had been stroking for almost ten Küçükyalı escort minutes but, my load wouldn't blow. Then, I got a really fun idea. I ran to my parents' room and laid on their bed. I inhaled the scent of my mom's Chanel No. 5 and felt my cock get harder. I glanced on the floor and saw some of my mom's panties. I reached to pick them up and inhaled the sweet aroma of my mother's pussy. For a second I felt a twinge of guilt. What was I doing? I thought. These were my mother's panties. But, the feeling of my balls getting ready to unleash their load took over. I laid the panties over my face and began to stroke faster. I hadn't notice that I was moaning and cursing loudly. I also didn't hear the car that pulled up in the driveway. So, when my mom yelled my name I nearly had a heart attack. "Jason Andrew Peterson, what the hell do you think you're doing?!" my mom yelled. Her face was twisted in shock and anger. Her voice startled me into Kartal escort bayan a great orgasm. "Oh shit!" I gasped. Ropes of my cum shot out and landed on my stomach and the bed. "Clean up this mess and meet me in the kitchen," was the only thing my mother said to me before she left the room. I slowly got myself together and made my way downstairs. I knew my mom was going to tear me a new one. Getting suspended, masturbating on her and dad's bed, and sniffing her panties. Oh, yeah I was done for! When I got downstairs, my mom was sipping tea and checking something on her laptop. I hadn't noticed before, but my mom was a choice piece of ass. Her skin's the color of milk chocolate, her hair short and curly and the color of a raven, and her lips are nice, juicy, and full. But, her body was what was a killer. She only stood at 5'3 and she was plump, nothing like the skinny girls at school. Her tits heavy and big, thick thighs, and an ass that Escort Suadiye would take at least 3 guys hands to grip it. I felt something twitch in my stomach. Oh, no! "Sit down, Jason." My mom sat down her mug. I sat down across from her at the kitchen table. "Jason, I'm not sure what to do with you anymore. The smoking, the drinking, the sneaking out, and now you've been suspended," my eyes grew big. "Yeah, I know about the suspension. You dad will be home tomorrow and when he gets home I'm going to ask him what her thinks about sending you to reform school." "No!" I shouted. "You guys can't send me to a fucking reform school." My mom tilted her head to the side and sat back in her chair. "Jason, have you lost your fucking mind talking to me like that." She said something else, but I was too busy watching her chest rise and fall. Damn, her tits are so fucking big, I thought. That twitch in my stomach grew, as well did my cock slightly. "Jason, are you listening to me?" I snapped out of my daze. My mom took of her glasses and rubbed her forehead. I felt bad for stressing her out. "Jason, your my only son. My first child and all you do is stress me out. I don't know what to do with you anymore. " "Mom, I'm sorry." Forgetting about my raging hard on, I got up and went to hug my mom.