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My sister had two expensive tickets for a private bus tour through Southern California. It was the romantic kind of tour where couples would be taken from destination to destination on a large bus. And suddenly I was being pressured to go with her.

Plans changed when Christine discovered that her boyfriend had been cheating on her. He begged for forgiveness, saying the secret relationship didn’t mean anything, but Christine wasn’t the forgiving type (especially when it came to cheating).

Christine refused to take him back, but she didn’t want to waste the tickets either. Plus, she was genuinely excited for the trip, which included fun outdoor activities and beautiful scenery.

Our parents overheard Christine asking me to go, and they encouraged me to accept, even though I persistently refused. Our parents felt it would be good sibling bonding time since Christine and I rarely hung out. So, I was offered the other ticket, and I couldn’t refuse.

Once I had discovered masturbation the switch had been flipped, shit I did it at least two or three times a day. I swore it was going to fall off from being jerked so much. Needless to say sex became a preoccupation of my every waking moment. Be real what eighteen year old male doesn’t spend half his life thinking of food and the other half thinking of sex.

I had a routine where I would get home from school and head to my room to “do my homework”; which of course required a relaxation session first. Ostensibly to help my concentration, or so I reasoned to myself.

I remember the day exactly; it was a Tuesday. Mom always did laundry on Tuesday, but always in the morning while I was at school. The hormonal teenage brain rarely functions well, and when I threw my backpack onto my chair and headed for my bed to stretch out, the fact that there were still clothes on my floor, and my bed was not made; never entered my horny brain. My dick was hard from a full day of staring at teenage girl asses and was screaming for relief.

What I didn’t know was that the washing machine had been broken, and just repaired that morning. Mom was doing laundry but was apparently in the process when I made my silent trip through the house.

I was deep into a fantasy of getting a blowjob from this little blonde at school, my hand stroking my throbbing cock; I never even heard the door to my room open. Just as I felt my balls start to tighten in that delightful release, I heard this sharp intake of breath. My eyes popped open, and I stared at my mother, standing just inside the doorway of the room.

I could see her eyes locked to my cock even as I felt my orgasm trying to shrivel in my balls. Now, I’m no ten-inch porn star, but I am a respectable eight inches, and fairly thick. Yeah, all guys do the comparison thing in the gym locker room, give me a break.

“Mom” was all I could gasp as my cock began to pulse.

“Sorry” my mom mumbled “I need your dirty clothes.”

Then, the strangest thing happened. Instead of stepping out, mom went about picking up my laundry from the floor and dropping them into her small basket. All the while I could see her glancing over at me stroking my cock.

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