Shower Time with Mom

I played basketball in high school. I would come home from practice and take my showers. It started when I didn't have any soap. I had been jacking off and I wanted some interaction with Mom. I opened the door halfway and yelled for Mom, asking her to bring me a bar of soap. She came to the door with the soap and just stood there smiling. I was naked but partly hidden by the door. I continued jacking off. To keep her standing there I asked her a lame question. It was strange behavior but she played along. I closed the door when I started to cum.

It became a ritual. I would be in the bathroom, supposedly showering, and I would call Mom to bring me something. I would open the door a little more each time. I asked her questions about sex. We would stand there for a long time, looking into each other's faces while I jacked off behind the door. I was sure she knew exactly what I was doing. The highlight of that phase was when I left the bathroom door wide open, sat on the stool naked, jacking off. Mom walked by and glanced in. I was using baby oil for lubrication and it made a slapping sound as I stroked. She leaned in and asked if her hair brush was in the bathroom. I ignored her and kept stroking. She came in, stood before the mirror, pretended to fix her hair as she watched me in the mirror. That was so hot that I started cumming and didn't care (or was glad) if she was watching. A huge load shot onto my chest. She stood there for a minute with her mouth open and just said "Wow!" before she left.

Not long after that she started coming to my room.