The followup to my previous story.
The sliding glass door had fully opened and Mom stepped onto the lit patio. I quickly cupped my privates with my hands to at least keep a modicum of shame, the only thing more red must have been my throbbing boyhood which thankfully was not large enough to be exposed when I covered it. Being caught naked was one thing, but being caught naked with a boner was a whole different ballpark.
Mom asked me why I was, you know, totally starkers, and I could have come up with a wealth of excuses. But as everyone knows moms have a keen sense for when their sons are fibbing, and I thought it would be better to be honest if nothing else, and to accept whatever comes next.
I explained to her that I was swimming in the pool to cool off this hot day and that I had slipped my shorts off to let them dry afterward (okay, so maybe not totally honest...). Had I known she was coming home I would have not left them off. She didn't say much about my state of undress, but I knew she was analyzing my story for anything fishy.
She raised an eyebrow and asked why I was covering my crotch. Before I could even think of an answer she dismissed the question and said that she needed my help inside. I went to grab my towel but realized that I didn't actually have my shorts out here! I was about to punch a big hole right in my excuse. I thought fast and said I'd better just use a towel since my shorts were still wet and I wouldn't wanna track inside.
Mom said that I wouldn't need the towel since she already saw everything and that it wouldn't take long anyways. So afterward she had me follow her inside, still bare butt naked and covering myself. And what of my boner during all this? Well he must have been having a grand old time because he was still rock solid. I kept behind Mom to at least hope that my boner would calm down, but the embarrassment was only turning me on more, and I briefly considered putting my hands to my side, just for a second, to let my dick flop around as we went down the hallway.
We made it to the back room where Mom kept her extra clothes, holiday decorations, etc. She said she needed me to carry some stuff downstairs for her. As in, with my hands, my only cover. She handed me several shoeboxes and waited for me to grab them, I grabbed and swiftly moved them over my crotch, hoping (or maybe dreading?) that she didn't see my stiffy.
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