Last night, my girlfriend and I were in my bedroom with the door CLOSED, supposedly alone in the house. We started kissing and whatnot. She slipped on a pair of black, elbow-length latex gloves (which we bought together thanks to one of you providing me with the name of the greatest store ever, The Latex Store
). She started lubing up to give me a handjob. I took off my pants and laid back on my bed while she situated so that she was between my legs. She started reaching up my boxers and stroking my cock. Almost immediately, within a few strokes I'd say, a knock at the door and my mom began to open it, apparently home early from work
. My girlfriend pulled her hands back and I sat straight up. I took my girlfriend's hands in mine (as if I'd be able to hide her entirely gloved forearms). I looked toward the door only to see my mom turning back out and into the hallway, LAUGHING! I knew she had a sense of humor, but I had no idea she would think this was funny. The next time I saw my mom it was when I was walking my girlfriend out this morning. She told my girlfriend, with an unusual pep, to have a great day. At breakfast, my mom asked, in a whisper, about the gloves. I almost died of embarrassment.
I dropped my head onto the table and just told her that I didn't want to talk about it. She told me she was happy for me. Thanks, mom.
I'm sorry, I really shouldn't laugh, but that is a great story! Love the way you told it. 
I know, it must've been pretty awkward, but I can just totally picture it happening. Especially this part:
There's at least that part of your story that was a nice experience for you. And hey, at least your mother was tolerant about it, right? 
